Post by Ren Uchiyama on Jan 10, 2016 2:56:13 GMT -5
Cold night, light breeze, half moon. The night seemed fairly normal, the outskirts of the city skittered with the night time critters, a flock of birds took off and began flying, and the occasional wind kicked up chilling those who walked the night streets. The sounds of cars, and street signals filled the night air, all seemed well. This was the report so far at least, slowly scanning these smaller towns for any unusual behavior was not the most interesting job for a shinigami, but still a job that needed to be done none the less. Occasionally, even in small towns, trouble arose, so tonight Ren made his rounds in the remote area. Noting the soft smell of the nearby sea, Ren stood on the sidewalk, dressed to the nines in his shinigami uniform. He'd be quite the sight to see if only those around him could see him. He walked slowly through the streets, focusing his mind more on sensing any significant amounts of reiatsu he could find, though so far it was too quiet. An ambulance drove by, no sirens, but lights on. He wasn't a doctor, but dealing with spirits he had come to learn that this was usually a heart attack victim, the sirens were left off to avoid frightening the patient further, worsening the condition. Ren felt sick for a moment, why was that knowledge even something he knew about? Did other shinigami catch useless details like that too? He wouldn't bother to ask.
"You're lost aren't you?", he asked, though the younger looking boy wouldn't hear him. Instead he kept looking around with a worried expression. Ren couldn't help him, but he did watch the boy looking around, clearly unable to find his bearings. "Good luck, kid", he added, walking just about a foot to the kid's side. the length of his sheath passing just a bit passed the child's head. Ren looked to the sky, was he the only one who still spoke to mortals, knowing they couldn't hear him? As he walked toward the corner, Ren hopped up to the roof of the business in front of him, the night seemed normal but something still seemed somehow off. Something just wasn't adding up in Ren's head. As he stood peacefully still on the roof of the building, the breeze kicked up, his garments flapping a tiny bit to his side. The sound of rushed footsteps behind him, he would turn to see what appeared to be a father running and leaning down to hug the child, the kid hugging back. Such reunion was a delicate and tender moment for them, but for Ren he stared with more of a curiosity. He'd recall times he was lost, but never so much so that he was that worried. "It must be nice to feel that moment of relief, knowing someone found you."
While emotions were not something Ren was the best at dealing with, a happy moment like this was still a pleasure to see, father and son reunited, but as they began to turn the corner out of sight, a drop of rain fell on Ren's head. A less than amused expression overtook his hint of a smile, and a long breath dragged from his lips, it was going to rain wasn't it? What a bummer, the night felt fine, but now it seemed the clouds that were rolling in were going to rain on his personal party. Ren leaped from one roof top to another, a split-level, where the higher roof stuck out over him. Drawing himself close to the wall, he watched out over the sparse wooded glen to the west of town, from this vantage point he could almost see everything he could sense. This wasn't the most ideal location to monitor town from, but at least from here he was dry. More rain began dropping, bit by bit he could see it picking up in speed. Drops became more and more consistent, then a bit harder. Sticking his hand out from under the roof, he felt the cold water dropping down on his palm, it was a good thing he was a shinigami or he'd be afraid of catching some illness in this weather, or a fever.
The line of thought crossed him, "A fever huh? It's been so long I don't really remember the last time I had one", he said softly to himself, having vague recollection of them being quite a drag. He could remember so little of his life now that things became more conceptual and less memories. He remembered that he had lived, but did he really remember life? This line of questioning made him realize for the first time, he really couldn't. There was a life, then a death, then the Rukongai, but not much before that. He remembered the appearance of his parents, but maybe one never forgets how their parents look. He remembered his mother's smile, and the look of dread on his father's face whenever he came home late from work, as if he'd just put his entire life on the line for whatever project he was working on. The poor man must have been over worked, but that was so long ago he couldn't even recall what his father had done. Wasn't it something to do with banks? Or maybe building banks, it was such a blur these days.
A quiet hum came from his pocket, it was time to report his status. Reaching a hand in he retracted the soul phone, clicking the button and typing up 'all clear', before hitting send. As he clamped the phone shut and tucked it away, he wondered if others were as diligent about reporting in, the communications department seemed understaffed in his mind, so how would they even be able to keep order with so many shinigami check-ins? Ren softly let out an audible sigh as he pulled his hand from his pocket, the rain was getting fairly heavy. Ren took a long breath as he stared out into the distance, this was seemingly going to be a long night, and there didn't seem to be much in the way of early call-back. Sliding the hand to rest on his sheath, he looked back to the woods, how could the night really get any worse at this point?
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"You're lost aren't you?", he asked, though the younger looking boy wouldn't hear him. Instead he kept looking around with a worried expression. Ren couldn't help him, but he did watch the boy looking around, clearly unable to find his bearings. "Good luck, kid", he added, walking just about a foot to the kid's side. the length of his sheath passing just a bit passed the child's head. Ren looked to the sky, was he the only one who still spoke to mortals, knowing they couldn't hear him? As he walked toward the corner, Ren hopped up to the roof of the business in front of him, the night seemed normal but something still seemed somehow off. Something just wasn't adding up in Ren's head. As he stood peacefully still on the roof of the building, the breeze kicked up, his garments flapping a tiny bit to his side. The sound of rushed footsteps behind him, he would turn to see what appeared to be a father running and leaning down to hug the child, the kid hugging back. Such reunion was a delicate and tender moment for them, but for Ren he stared with more of a curiosity. He'd recall times he was lost, but never so much so that he was that worried. "It must be nice to feel that moment of relief, knowing someone found you."
While emotions were not something Ren was the best at dealing with, a happy moment like this was still a pleasure to see, father and son reunited, but as they began to turn the corner out of sight, a drop of rain fell on Ren's head. A less than amused expression overtook his hint of a smile, and a long breath dragged from his lips, it was going to rain wasn't it? What a bummer, the night felt fine, but now it seemed the clouds that were rolling in were going to rain on his personal party. Ren leaped from one roof top to another, a split-level, where the higher roof stuck out over him. Drawing himself close to the wall, he watched out over the sparse wooded glen to the west of town, from this vantage point he could almost see everything he could sense. This wasn't the most ideal location to monitor town from, but at least from here he was dry. More rain began dropping, bit by bit he could see it picking up in speed. Drops became more and more consistent, then a bit harder. Sticking his hand out from under the roof, he felt the cold water dropping down on his palm, it was a good thing he was a shinigami or he'd be afraid of catching some illness in this weather, or a fever.
The line of thought crossed him, "A fever huh? It's been so long I don't really remember the last time I had one", he said softly to himself, having vague recollection of them being quite a drag. He could remember so little of his life now that things became more conceptual and less memories. He remembered that he had lived, but did he really remember life? This line of questioning made him realize for the first time, he really couldn't. There was a life, then a death, then the Rukongai, but not much before that. He remembered the appearance of his parents, but maybe one never forgets how their parents look. He remembered his mother's smile, and the look of dread on his father's face whenever he came home late from work, as if he'd just put his entire life on the line for whatever project he was working on. The poor man must have been over worked, but that was so long ago he couldn't even recall what his father had done. Wasn't it something to do with banks? Or maybe building banks, it was such a blur these days.
A quiet hum came from his pocket, it was time to report his status. Reaching a hand in he retracted the soul phone, clicking the button and typing up 'all clear', before hitting send. As he clamped the phone shut and tucked it away, he wondered if others were as diligent about reporting in, the communications department seemed understaffed in his mind, so how would they even be able to keep order with so many shinigami check-ins? Ren softly let out an audible sigh as he pulled his hand from his pocket, the rain was getting fairly heavy. Ren took a long breath as he stared out into the distance, this was seemingly going to be a long night, and there didn't seem to be much in the way of early call-back. Sliding the hand to rest on his sheath, he looked back to the woods, how could the night really get any worse at this point?
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