Post by Alter Tova Diabló on Dec 10, 2013 19:52:04 GMT -5
Feet impacted the concrete in the last dramatic manner possible. There was no thud of immense power, no crack in the asphalt, nothing at all. Tova merely landed in the middle of the street in a crouch as the bright, blue sky shone down on him and all the other Arrancar that descended upon Karakura Town.
Most of them decided to tag along just to have a little bit of fun. Not the King. He had no time for fun, he was here on business. He came to pursue a little golden nugget that he hadn’t put to use as well as he should have in the past, a mistake he would quickly rectify.
He gazed about the city as he stood in the middle of the road. On either side of him were, lined up perfectly, the storefronts of various businesses here in the affluent suburb of Karakura Town. When right next to Tokyo like it was, affluence was almost guaranteed. He smiled at the quaintness of it and smiled even more broadly at the blissfully ignorant driver of the sleek blue car that was speeding down the largely unoccupied road. All the while man-eaters rained from the sky around him, wholly invisible.
Halleluiah wasn’t the appropriate response.
Then like a string being cut, the dam fell. Unleashed upon Karakura Town from behind it was the full breadth of Tova’s spiritual pressure—grown immensely from his new experiences in this world and even the run-in with the Tova that had so disappointed him—and the results were immediate.
The first thing caught by his green eyes was how the man driving the car, a disheveled middle-aged man as many Japanese careerists were, evaporated. Clothes and all he turned into dust and was snuffed out by the sheer weight of Tova’s mere, unhindered existence. Such was the way of the soul. Normally such physical contact had been necessary for someone to snuff someone out like that, yet Tova had now grown to such immense proportions that the presence alone was enough.
This unfortunate man was far from alone. Like balloons exploding all around him the entire pedestrian population of the street kept exploding. From solid, healthy individuals they were reduced to dust in the breeze. No screams came from them, no bellows, not even a twitch on their faces as their souls were thrust forcefully from their bodies and, likely, on to Soul Society.
Any unfortunate Plus that remained would meet an equally untimely end, tossed back into the bucket of limbo to be reincarnated again. Do not go to Soul Society; do not collect two hundred dollars.
Smugly satisfied by the wanton death that spread from him like a plague, he took his first step. Just as he did the range around him—large enough to cover multiple city blocks—moved with him and claimed the lives of even more terrified souls. Part of him realized that all he was doing was potentially adding to the Shinigami numbers. In fact, any that survived the visit of not only him but this many Arrancar?
Karakura Town would truly become a spiritual epicenter.
“Alexander, Alexander,” he mumbled in a sing-song voice while he giddily walked through the streets. In fact, his mood was so high that he barely noticed the car as it crashed violently into his body and exploded in fiery wreckage—scarcely singing his clothes.
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567 Words/11 GP
Total GP: 11 GP
The Karakura Incursion
Most of them decided to tag along just to have a little bit of fun. Not the King. He had no time for fun, he was here on business. He came to pursue a little golden nugget that he hadn’t put to use as well as he should have in the past, a mistake he would quickly rectify.
He gazed about the city as he stood in the middle of the road. On either side of him were, lined up perfectly, the storefronts of various businesses here in the affluent suburb of Karakura Town. When right next to Tokyo like it was, affluence was almost guaranteed. He smiled at the quaintness of it and smiled even more broadly at the blissfully ignorant driver of the sleek blue car that was speeding down the largely unoccupied road. All the while man-eaters rained from the sky around him, wholly invisible.
Halleluiah wasn’t the appropriate response.
Then like a string being cut, the dam fell. Unleashed upon Karakura Town from behind it was the full breadth of Tova’s spiritual pressure—grown immensely from his new experiences in this world and even the run-in with the Tova that had so disappointed him—and the results were immediate.
The first thing caught by his green eyes was how the man driving the car, a disheveled middle-aged man as many Japanese careerists were, evaporated. Clothes and all he turned into dust and was snuffed out by the sheer weight of Tova’s mere, unhindered existence. Such was the way of the soul. Normally such physical contact had been necessary for someone to snuff someone out like that, yet Tova had now grown to such immense proportions that the presence alone was enough.
This unfortunate man was far from alone. Like balloons exploding all around him the entire pedestrian population of the street kept exploding. From solid, healthy individuals they were reduced to dust in the breeze. No screams came from them, no bellows, not even a twitch on their faces as their souls were thrust forcefully from their bodies and, likely, on to Soul Society.
Any unfortunate Plus that remained would meet an equally untimely end, tossed back into the bucket of limbo to be reincarnated again. Do not go to Soul Society; do not collect two hundred dollars.
Smugly satisfied by the wanton death that spread from him like a plague, he took his first step. Just as he did the range around him—large enough to cover multiple city blocks—moved with him and claimed the lives of even more terrified souls. Part of him realized that all he was doing was potentially adding to the Shinigami numbers. In fact, any that survived the visit of not only him but this many Arrancar?
Karakura Town would truly become a spiritual epicenter.
“Alexander, Alexander,” he mumbled in a sing-song voice while he giddily walked through the streets. In fact, his mood was so high that he barely noticed the car as it crashed violently into his body and exploded in fiery wreckage—scarcely singing his clothes.
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567 Words/11 GP
Total GP: 11 GP
The Karakura Incursion