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Here, you decide your own destiny as you forge your way through Soul Society as a Shinigami, or through Hueco Mundo as a Hollow. Travel the world as a human, or corrupt it as a Bount. Hunt your prey and escape your enemies as a Quincy, or put on your mask and roar as a Vizard. Whichever path you choose, your role in this expansive, alternate Bleach universe is up to you! There are no canon characters to deter or impede you, and everyone can help each other build their story! So what are you waiting for? Hop on in, and get started!
This is a thread where several Shinigami have been asked to enter and investigate some hollows. Yes, I will bring my own character into this later, but not for a while. For now I'll just be GMing a bunch of NPC characters. There are allowed a total of 4 participants in this thread at any given time. Failure to post on a good moving schedule of posting will result in your being removed from the thread. I will post in between everyone. The difficulty level is probably Medium.
Hariyama Kousen hopped out of the Senkai gate and landed with a soft thud on the ground about 30 feet below. He was in front of the warehouse that had lots of spiritual pressure and lots of hollow sightings. The hair on the back of his neck bristled with anticipation as he tip toed to the wide open entrance. There used to be some kind of automatically moving door, but it was blown off now. Kousen walked in cautiously and quietly so as not to disturb anything fragile that didn't need to be bugged. He sensed reiatsu in the warehouse already, and he put his hand on his zanpakutou and drew it out. He bent his knees a bit and creeped across the warehouse with a side ways movement like a snail crab since he was moving slowly. He waited to see what would happen.
Post by Jin Kazuma on May 31, 2010 17:32:03 GMT -5
It was becoming dusk, the sun setting in the distance. The werehouses, during the day a bussleing mini city, started to grow dim and a remenant of the human's ghost town. Rats scerring about, water dripping from several old rusty pipes. The last forklift shutting it's engines down. A group of men joining together talking about going to a bar to watch the ladies. Jin was walking around, most likely the last person in the area. He made a makeshift home here at night. A perfect place for meetings that..didn't need attention. And plenty of space to practice and sleep at.
Jin was walking along, checking the area out. He hadn't been here for a while, but stories of some kind of ghost attacks or something passed along to him. He thought some group of thugs moved in to his territory, beating on men who worked after hours here. Usually their would be a few security around, Bob, his half american friend would usually be here. But he was one of the attackeed. He wanted to get revenge for him.