Post by Zor Tamura on Oct 29, 2014 12:59:08 GMT -5
How long had he been away from those smelly barracks now? Surely it was nearing on his second month of solitude, so he had to assume that no one was looking for him. Or if they were, they were doing a pretty poor job of it.
As he shuffled through the crowd of people, the hidden Shinigami took a sip of his mocha—a treat he had started to take a liking to despite the poor aftertaste. Though, whoever decided to mix hot chocolate and espresso was clearly one day away from getting sent to an insane asylum.
Zor took another sip, his hand steady despite the fact that people were shoving against him carelessly. Had he just not been important enough to his division to warrant any sort of search? Or were all Shinigami as lazy as his previous captain? Either way, it only made him surer of his decision. After all, why should he care about them when they couldn’t see a great thing right in front of them?
‘Are you still mad?’ It had begun almost like a ritual for Zor to whisper to his spirit, though as the days had went on and on, his hopes of getting a response faded. The only reason he clung to the tiny hope was to remind him of who he was—what he could do. ‘You can’t ignore me forever, Kuroi Tsume.’
It was only by pure coincidence that Zor had looked up from the crowd just in time to see the splash of black in the sea of people. A pair of eyes glowering in his direction with a single, silent command attached to them. Well, maybe the Shinigami simply were that bad at finding him.
Unabashed, Zor continued his stroll, edging closer and closer to the robed man as the current of people pushed him along his path. He didn’t have to listen. He didn’t have to leave his gigai and let this hooligan drag him back. Provided that was even what this man wanted. Though, there was that certain… Disapproving glimmer in the eyes of that nameless foot soldier.
A final sip of his drink as the two of them neared talking distance. Of course… Zor could just gut this man like the pig he was and be done with it. Maybe send a message to the Seireitei that he was no longer going to bow to their stupid rules and childish games. Or would that just piss them off more?
This would be the time that Kuroi Tsume chimed in with the wise words of a father. Probably to tell him to just give in. After all, Kuroi Tsume would never approve of Zor duking it out with another Shinigami.
Do it.
A quick glance, one filled with false subordination, was all he gave to this man before making a bee-line to the nearest alleyway. A quiet place, shrouded by shadows and garbage, otherwise known as the perfect place to dumb an empty shell.
Down fell the body, lying there like a puppet without its strings on a bed of trash. Somehow, Zor thought this was a bit too symbolic, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on how. Nazomi would probably know—would probably be laughing at the perfect image.
Of course, imagery and symbolism would be better for another day. Not when this lunatic was trying to dag Zor back to hell. He sighed, turning to face his newfound enemy as the man stepped into the alley with a clear intention of a fight.
“I don’t suppose we can talk this over a drink?”
[601. 12]
As he shuffled through the crowd of people, the hidden Shinigami took a sip of his mocha—a treat he had started to take a liking to despite the poor aftertaste. Though, whoever decided to mix hot chocolate and espresso was clearly one day away from getting sent to an insane asylum.
Zor took another sip, his hand steady despite the fact that people were shoving against him carelessly. Had he just not been important enough to his division to warrant any sort of search? Or were all Shinigami as lazy as his previous captain? Either way, it only made him surer of his decision. After all, why should he care about them when they couldn’t see a great thing right in front of them?
‘Are you still mad?’ It had begun almost like a ritual for Zor to whisper to his spirit, though as the days had went on and on, his hopes of getting a response faded. The only reason he clung to the tiny hope was to remind him of who he was—what he could do. ‘You can’t ignore me forever, Kuroi Tsume.’
It was only by pure coincidence that Zor had looked up from the crowd just in time to see the splash of black in the sea of people. A pair of eyes glowering in his direction with a single, silent command attached to them. Well, maybe the Shinigami simply were that bad at finding him.
Unabashed, Zor continued his stroll, edging closer and closer to the robed man as the current of people pushed him along his path. He didn’t have to listen. He didn’t have to leave his gigai and let this hooligan drag him back. Provided that was even what this man wanted. Though, there was that certain… Disapproving glimmer in the eyes of that nameless foot soldier.
A final sip of his drink as the two of them neared talking distance. Of course… Zor could just gut this man like the pig he was and be done with it. Maybe send a message to the Seireitei that he was no longer going to bow to their stupid rules and childish games. Or would that just piss them off more?
This would be the time that Kuroi Tsume chimed in with the wise words of a father. Probably to tell him to just give in. After all, Kuroi Tsume would never approve of Zor duking it out with another Shinigami.
Do it.
A quick glance, one filled with false subordination, was all he gave to this man before making a bee-line to the nearest alleyway. A quiet place, shrouded by shadows and garbage, otherwise known as the perfect place to dumb an empty shell.
Down fell the body, lying there like a puppet without its strings on a bed of trash. Somehow, Zor thought this was a bit too symbolic, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on how. Nazomi would probably know—would probably be laughing at the perfect image.
Of course, imagery and symbolism would be better for another day. Not when this lunatic was trying to dag Zor back to hell. He sighed, turning to face his newfound enemy as the man stepped into the alley with a clear intention of a fight.
“I don’t suppose we can talk this over a drink?”
[601. 12]
