Look At Me! Don't Look At Me... (Closed, Roy Blue)

Japan was always somewhere exciting to visit for Roy, especially more exciting than the sands of the endless deserts. People always noticed him, yet always tried to attack him, but something about that just kept bringing him back. His Japanese had been getting progressively better and he could hold proper conversations these days. A tear in space ripped in front of him, the darkness of the realm inside expanding just to the right size of his body. Moments later his feet touched the ground right next to a massive cherry blossom tree, the smell of his blueberry reiatsu making a large smile come across his face; it reminded him of the dreams with Oliver. 

The leaves from the trees floated around him, making him feel like some majestic god that had descended upon the humans, yet they were always so unaware. His guard was raised though, every other encounter on Earth to this point had ended in someone trying to kill him through misunderstandings. His soft hand rested on the handle of his baseball bat, ready to unhook it at a moments notice - the only thing accompanying him was the aura that surrounded him, making him feel like there was a group besides him even though there was no one.

Walking down the streets was one of the most relaxing things he'd experienced in a while, he didn't feel the need to torment these humans in this city, they didn't feel as corrupt as those that roamed Karakura. It was as if they had accepted their lives for what they were and they were just going to put up with it no matter the means. Something caught his attention, no, someone? His senses were picking up the presence of a spiritual being, though not something he'd encountered before.

What is this reiatsu? It's so... old? No, how could someone possibly feel old through their reiatsu...

He couldn't see anyone though, he could just feel their presence... It didn't feel too strong at all, but he wasn't in a position to underestimate someone again. He quickly Sonido'd on to a nearby roof, looking down on the cherry blossoms, keeping an eye out for anyone that was moving differently or acting differently. Before long he spotted someone... Someone that didn't look like they wanted to be spotted, like they were trying to blend in with the crowd more than the crowd was blending in with itself.

"What are those hideous clothes..." his young voice giggled out, though without the intention to draw the girls attention.

He felt conflicted. On one hand, the person didn't look threatening at all, but on the other hand, the last time he followed someone he ended up getting ambushed. Where's portal girl when I need her... his thoughts echoed on inside his head.

The decision was made, he was going to follow and observe the girl, his reiatsu being held back as much as he could possibly hold it, but was it too late? Maybe she sensed it when he arrived in the world, maybe she was luring him, just like that little bitch with the dagger did.



[521/521]

While most other shinigami would have felt or even seen the opening of a garganta, Nana herself was too untrained in the perception of reishi along with being too entranced with the buildings around her to have noticed the man who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Of course, the spike in reiatsu hadn't gone fully unnoticed, and when she fully recognized what she sensed, it made her a little bit more on edge, but even as she looked around from her rooftop, she hadn't managed to spot whoever had appeared, and the spike had vanished. Her hand slowly crept towards her zanpakuto, the hand wrapping around the blade's handle comfortingly. She looked around slowly, the legs of her uniform flapping gently in the breeze as she slowly pushed off of the ledge, slipping her zanpakuto back over her back as her feet somehow found purchase on the air.  She looked around as she walked down from the empty space after the ledge, moving as if she was walking down stairs. Clearly, this had become something natural to her. She knew coming to the world of the living was a bad idea. She was somewhat safe in the Seireitei..she didn't have to risk fighting something. She didn't want to fight anything, she wanted to help people. 

While she was now walking quickly, her nerves showing in her body language, people were still parting around her, the slight shifts in position allowing her to make her way through the crowds of people with little issue. While what she sensed had seemed pleasant enough, the last thing she had encountered with a decent spiritual signature turned out to want to kill her. There was no way she was repeating that mistake again. She heard Hachidori seemingly clear her throat in the back of her mind, but she ignored it, instead heading towards the center of her hometown, assuming that she could lose whatever was following her in the crowds, having seemingly forgotten that most other spiritual entities were able to walk on the air as well, and she was the only one that was dressed in a kimono-like outfit, and was likely the only one in the crowd carrying a sword, let alone one as massive as she was carrying. 

Nana. Quit ignoring me.

For once, her Zanpakuto spirit spoke firmly, and caused Nana to reflexively let in a frustrated inhalation. She knew that her zanpakuto could feel her panic, so once again, she ignored the being, focusing instead on putting distance between herself and the place she had sensed that signature, occasionally glancing over either shoulder, but never fully turning around. She was panicking, and that wasn't good. After a few more prods from her zanpakuto, Nana ground her teeth and shot back at her. 

What is it, Hachi? Can't you sense that i'm trying my best to get AWAY from that signature?

She shot back at the spirit, never opening her mouth as she eventually slowed to a stop, slipping into a dead end between buildings, pressing herself firmly against the wall to her left.

I do see that. However, I cannot simply abide by these cowardly actions. You can't run forever. Eventually, your conflicts will have to end in violence. You need to step up before you put more than just your own life on the line. I don't care how much stronger this being is, you'll only get better by standing back up after being knocked down.

Nana sighed in frustration as she peeked around the corner. Now wasn't the time to argue. She had someone she couldn't really sense out there.

The sword had escaped him - he was clearly staring at this girl yet wasn't really focusing on her. It was a rather large weapon though, especially for someone so small and why was no one else aware? Maybe she was an Arrancar, just like himself... she didn't feel like one though.

Of course she has a sword... Everyone on this god forsaken planet does.

He followed her as silently as possible for a good few minutes, witnessing as she started panicking more and more, her body language was getting more and more rushed. She must know. The conflicting feelings from before returned, the last time he followed someone it ended up with him almost getting killed - maybe it was easier if he just confronted her? Though something was bothering him, he felt like she didn't want to be seen, why was she being so secretive in such an open place with so many people around. All Roy came here for was a nice leisure stroll down some Japanese streets but somehow he's found himself stalking someone again, all of these powered people apparently coming from nowhere in the past few years.

He had to stop this before it escalated, he knew that much. He flickered from sight for a split second before re-appearing on ground level, a good few meters from where the girl was walking before he started speed walking after her. A sea of people began walking towards him, shoving and looking at exactly where he was standing as they passed, as if they knew something was there but they couldn't explain it, his aura was always active after all. This little distraction cost him what he was looking for; the girl had vanished.

It's always the small ones that disappear. He quickly darted forwards, looking around for the tiny girl with the massive sword and the weird clothes, he could still sense her presence somewhere, but why would she be hiding from something that shouldn't have felt like a threat? "Maybe next time I should just approach them first... Fuck." he muttered to himself as he walked past the very alley the girl was hiding down, not noticing her. The smell of his blueberry reiatsu following behind him, his reiatsu slightly visible to those looking with little thorns sticking in and out the purple lining of him. His hand remained on his bat, just incase the little girl was planning a sneak attack on him.

"Come out come out wherever you are, Little Swordswoman." he laughed out loud as if they were playing a game.



[428/949]

If Nana had been simply scared before, then when the man who she now saw was clearly an arrancar walked past her, she was terrified, having ducked back behind the corner before he noticed her. She was a bundle of raw nerves now. It was made even worse by the arrancar's calling to her. He wasn't going to leave well enough alone, and to her frazzled ears, it sounded menacing, taunting, and evil. So, the minute she was certain that she wouldn't get caught, she darted around the corner, going back the way she had came.

She had to get away, had to make sure that he didn't catch up to her. She was running at full tilt now, still able to shift her way past people, though with noticeable bends and curves to her path, more often than not, she ended up in the street. Still, the further she made it from whatever that..thing was, the better. She didn't look back, not even once. After a long while of running, she took off down another alleyway, panting heavily as she allowed herself to slide down the wall she had braced herself against, resting on the ground, her sword now sitting sideways on her back. She looked up to the sky as she wrapped her arms around herself. She was trembling, and not just from being a little jittery. She was trembling in terror. Unfortunately, she wasn't all that good at detecting reishi. If she had been, things might be different for her right now. She might have been able to hide herself. She had met people before that had been capable of such a feat. Unfortunately, she was not one of those people.

Still, she hoped to remain hidden. She sat in her place for a few minutes before she slowly, but shakily rose to her feet, taking a deep breath in before slowly exhaling as she looked around for a bit before using shunpo one last time, taking to the rooftops. She looked around, keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary before she chose a direction. She had just the location in mind as well. The palace. It was a fixture she did not recognize, but with how old it looked to be, she could tell that something had come from the time of war she had lived in. So, adjusting her zanpakuto on her back, she made a running start, and leapt from rooftop to rooftop. She didn't know what direction the palace was located in, but she felt that, if she could make it there, she would be more or less safe. She didn't want to return to the seireitei just yet.

She had managed to run off without getting caught long enough to return to her home. She knew that she wouldn't be able to live with herself if she returned without at least checking out how things were going in her old home. All of these thoughts sprinted through her mind at breakneck speed as she came to a stop. She was running out of roof. There were only a few options left to her. If she kept running, moving on the air as if it were solid, she would be able to make it. But..that had the chance of getting her caught by that thing that was looking for her. She could drop down and sneak her way through to the palace..but then..what would she do once she was there? There was only so much that she could do if she didn't want to be seen. As she dropped down from the rooftop, she couldn't help but wonder what course of action she would be taking.