Post by Munin on May 23, 2016 0:58:52 GMT -5
It was an odd situation, to say the least.
The cold touch of the steel bar was only the least of it. Curved at the end where Munin had torn it from a building, it glowed rich forest green along its spiral pattern, a green sigil at its base signaling the spiritual energy at work. It was a little bit of a beacon; the active Bakudo-like creation reinforcing it, but not heating it any more than the biting cold of the pre-sunrise air. Wrappings of black cloth covered any identifying marks on the android’s body, save for the black-pooled eyes and all-hearing ears of Munin’s head. The choice of attire was inconvenient, restricting Munin’s movement lest it tear the precious disguise, but the mask would remain no matter how vicious the fighting would get.
For in this still-dark morning, Munin had determined to follow a new species of research. Not that of the physical realm, nor that of human movements, nor even that of humanity’s poor addled mind. No: today was the day it searched for the distinctions of the soul.
As such: Munin had located and set a trap for its prey. Not a trap of food, nor a trap of material wealth. The moans of the female spirit’s pain were a trap of duty, a clarion call for the black-clothed kami to descend from above and rescue her from the decay of her very soul.
She had wanted to grow a garden, if her pain-confused mouth was to be believed. “A little rose for my mother”, is what Munin had heard seventeen times. That was all she wanted. All that she desired: but that little desire would draw out all her lifeblood. Well, not all of it. Munin looked over at the wretched creature. She’d still have enough to Hollowify and consume other souls. If the Shinigami failed, then Munin would have to bludgeon the poor creature to death.
Hopefully they would actually come this time. The last one had managed to devour two souls before a human of all things managed to kill it! Surely Soul Society wasn’t that strained for resources, though Munin knew all too well they were. Though, in this location it was 22% more likely that they’d notice. A singular presence in the midst of all this wilderness made it far easier for them to ‘see’ it, though it also increased the chance that they spotted Munin.
Which was why it was sitting here in the underbrush, running at minimum power, with the Jibakurei no more than 20 feet away.
The cold touch of the steel bar was only the least of it. Curved at the end where Munin had torn it from a building, it glowed rich forest green along its spiral pattern, a green sigil at its base signaling the spiritual energy at work. It was a little bit of a beacon; the active Bakudo-like creation reinforcing it, but not heating it any more than the biting cold of the pre-sunrise air. Wrappings of black cloth covered any identifying marks on the android’s body, save for the black-pooled eyes and all-hearing ears of Munin’s head. The choice of attire was inconvenient, restricting Munin’s movement lest it tear the precious disguise, but the mask would remain no matter how vicious the fighting would get.
For in this still-dark morning, Munin had determined to follow a new species of research. Not that of the physical realm, nor that of human movements, nor even that of humanity’s poor addled mind. No: today was the day it searched for the distinctions of the soul.
As such: Munin had located and set a trap for its prey. Not a trap of food, nor a trap of material wealth. The moans of the female spirit’s pain were a trap of duty, a clarion call for the black-clothed kami to descend from above and rescue her from the decay of her very soul.
She had wanted to grow a garden, if her pain-confused mouth was to be believed. “A little rose for my mother”, is what Munin had heard seventeen times. That was all she wanted. All that she desired: but that little desire would draw out all her lifeblood. Well, not all of it. Munin looked over at the wretched creature. She’d still have enough to Hollowify and consume other souls. If the Shinigami failed, then Munin would have to bludgeon the poor creature to death.
Hopefully they would actually come this time. The last one had managed to devour two souls before a human of all things managed to kill it! Surely Soul Society wasn’t that strained for resources, though Munin knew all too well they were. Though, in this location it was 22% more likely that they’d notice. A singular presence in the midst of all this wilderness made it far easier for them to ‘see’ it, though it also increased the chance that they spotted Munin.
Which was why it was sitting here in the underbrush, running at minimum power, with the Jibakurei no more than 20 feet away.
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