Post by Thalia Kastel on Sept 28, 2015 19:13:10 GMT -5
The smoke of her long wooden pipe trailed behind the her as the shinigami tried her best to ignore the countless faces of those unaware mortals passing through her body one after another.
Earth was such a tedious place.
The smell of odors from the endless throng caused the shinigami to wince as she tried desperately to get from one end of the city to another. The crowd just another example of why she found the realm so damned boring, the endless parade of salarymen and part-time workers so concerned with their daily insignificant trifles as they lived their ambitionless lives as such pathetic insects marching to the orders of a system far beyond any of their control. Perhaps the blonde haired shinigami would feel different if she was in uniform, the single-sleeved black kimono emblazoned with autumn leaves allowing the otherwise loyal soldier enough individuality to feel particularly condescending drifting in the endless deluge of conformity.
She took a left instead of a right, giving her a break as she crossed the street without regard for the lights at the crosswalk. There was almost no one on the roads, the cars avoiding the heavy foot-traffic at the train station that time of day. It gave her a bit of a reprieve from the masses, the noise on either side of the street still a deafening cacophony that drowned out even the calls of her zanpakutou. The smell of the weary workers quickly overpowered with a single breath of the savory smoke of her pipe.
Another right. Another left. The crowds finally dispersed enough that she could lift her arms without them slipping through some unaware mortal. Reaching far into the sky, her eyes wincing in visceral pleasure as she felt the muscles in her arms and chest stretch as far as they'd go, the familiar scent of a nearby restaurant reminding her to-
Shinigami.
She stopped where she was, eyes opened wide as the sound of a man's kimono taking over her other senses. He passed her when her eyes were closed, but that distinct spiritual signature was enough to make her turn and grab hold of his sleeve.
“Hey,” she tried to play coy, but her attention was so focused she no longer noticed the movement of the people around her. She had no idea if he was in a gigai or out on patrol. Not that it mattered, given this district was her assigned territory for now...and she wasn't about to let anyone hone in on it. “What do you think your doing here?”
WC: 428; GP: 8; TGP: 8
Earth was such a tedious place.
The smell of odors from the endless throng caused the shinigami to wince as she tried desperately to get from one end of the city to another. The crowd just another example of why she found the realm so damned boring, the endless parade of salarymen and part-time workers so concerned with their daily insignificant trifles as they lived their ambitionless lives as such pathetic insects marching to the orders of a system far beyond any of their control. Perhaps the blonde haired shinigami would feel different if she was in uniform, the single-sleeved black kimono emblazoned with autumn leaves allowing the otherwise loyal soldier enough individuality to feel particularly condescending drifting in the endless deluge of conformity.
She took a left instead of a right, giving her a break as she crossed the street without regard for the lights at the crosswalk. There was almost no one on the roads, the cars avoiding the heavy foot-traffic at the train station that time of day. It gave her a bit of a reprieve from the masses, the noise on either side of the street still a deafening cacophony that drowned out even the calls of her zanpakutou. The smell of the weary workers quickly overpowered with a single breath of the savory smoke of her pipe.
Another right. Another left. The crowds finally dispersed enough that she could lift her arms without them slipping through some unaware mortal. Reaching far into the sky, her eyes wincing in visceral pleasure as she felt the muscles in her arms and chest stretch as far as they'd go, the familiar scent of a nearby restaurant reminding her to-
Shinigami.
She stopped where she was, eyes opened wide as the sound of a man's kimono taking over her other senses. He passed her when her eyes were closed, but that distinct spiritual signature was enough to make her turn and grab hold of his sleeve.
“Hey,” she tried to play coy, but her attention was so focused she no longer noticed the movement of the people around her. She had no idea if he was in a gigai or out on patrol. Not that it mattered, given this district was her assigned territory for now...and she wasn't about to let anyone hone in on it. “What do you think your doing here?”
WC: 428; GP: 8; TGP: 8