Post by Fulfillment on Oct 30, 2013 11:36:27 GMT -5
Kiriko stepped lightly across the sky, her feet meeting resistance as her reiatsu hardened the very air beneath her so that she could climb through the clouds. It was chilly now, well into the night here in Karakura, and she had no desire to remain in this horrid place any longer than she had to. Strands of dew caught at her hair and Kiriko felt a trickle of cold water drip down her back following the curvature of her spine. She shivered, wrapping her arms tighter around her body, only to feel a surprising pain from her left arm. It wasn't the twinge she had been experiencing after her fight with that Arrancar but instead a full blown spasm, the pain causing her hand to freeze in mid-motion. Had she injured the bone making so many blocks with the limb?
Glancing down behind her at the light strewn streets, wet pavement silent in her wake, Kiriko felt a thrill of gratitude that there was no one doggedly following her. She had had enough of that woman's one-track mind and having gotten the information she wanted out of the Arrancar Kiriko had no use for her anymore. A cold sharp smile carved its way across her face as she remembered the injured heap the beast had become towards the end. If anything her own wounds were nothing in comparison to what she had dealt out. Arrogance needed fuel after all and today she had gathered plenty of wood.
Ghosting across the building tops Kiriko soon landed in the area she thought was correct. All of this scenery looked the same. Dreary and metal and rooftops... Really how anyone could live in this massive hive of humanity was beyond her, it was disgusting. But she recognized the old red shed and the dog house of that one person's yard, placed as they were sandwiched between the wall of the house and the picket fence. This was the designated pick up spot tonight at least. Unsheathing Aneue, the blade was frost-like in her grip, silently sulking over Kiriko's actions that night. Piercing the air with her sword she turned to the right as if unlocking a door, and the air shimmered and shifted into an official senkaimon gate.
Stepping inside she cast one last glance down at the dark world she was leaving behind. If there was anything that gave her nightmares it was the idea of being reborn a human in that filthy desolate mess. Stepping into the light her eyes zeroed in on the fluttering delicate dance of a Hell's butterfly. Lifting one hand the insect perched on her index finger for a moment, a soft brush of legs and battering wings, before it took off down the path. Kiriko followed patiently, curious as to who would be manning the gate today. She had never used the senkaimon often enough to memorize who was in charge, though it did seem to fluctuate strangely enough.
At the end of the hall the doors appeared again, sliding open and revealing the darkened night sky of Seireitei. The clean fresh air washed around her and Kiriko let in a deep breath of relief. Now this was home. Exiting the Senkaimon she looked around for the attendant running a few questions though her mind. Often there was an official questioning stage when someone returned from the Human World. It was commonly avoided for people of higher rank, such as Lieutenants and Captains, who were expected to handle their own reports. But her mind still moved facilely to come up with a good story just in case she was asked about her activities in the human world.
WC: 611 | GP: 12 | Total GP: 12
