Hey there little red riding hood... (TBTP) [Chesh, Albrecht]
Aug 7, 2016 14:04:11 GMT -5
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Post by Albrecht Kilian on Aug 7, 2016 14:04:11 GMT -5
(thread covers the time from when Albrecht entered soul society to when he finds frey in Angel of Mercy)
Albrecht had been late - he hated being late but at least he had arrived there, getting through the portal in the last few moments of it's life. He wasn't entirely certain of when the portal itself closed because the moment the man had stepped through, he was assaulted - violently (in his own words) - by an overwhelming feeling of vertigo and nausea. He promptly darted behind the nearest building to cover his sickness, bile rising in his throat as what little of a breakfast he had managed to keep down was left as fertilizer for the weeds that grew alongside that old building. Between the jetlag from his trip to Japan and Karakura town, and now (portal lag?) the sickness from shifting between the realms, the man was certainly not in a good mood.
He sat there, knelt on all fours above a pile of his own sickness for a long few minutes, his head was spinning even when he closed his eyes, like a man who had ridden on a merry-go-round for far too long, far too fast, and now was trying to stabilize the Earth beneath his feet. He felt sick again, but nothing came up but a dry-heave, the man coughing afterwards. He hadn't even brought water to wash his mouth out with - how miserable, though he wasn't sure if he'd need it. Hell, because of the shifted time-zones he almost hadn't caught the portal in time to slip into the soul society.
As his head began to clear all of the previous night's events had come into his head. Someone Freyleif knew was going to open a portal, but she was incredibly mum on the subject - not telling him much more than that. This portal was going to take them to the realm of the shinigami because of...something. An invasion? He didn't know, but it sounded like he might be needed to keep the young girl safe once more - his first real job as her body guard.
Well, he's screwed that up royally already. Late. Sick. Even later because of the sickness. Now he was lost in some other world, with no way of knowing where the others had already gotten off to. Maybe they had slipped off to some meeting point? Maybe they got attacked and chased off right away?
He shook his head. No use worrying about it now - he'd just have to find where they went, which should be easy given their spiritual powers. He just had to sense them.
Looking around the young man tried to sense them, sense...anyone. Anything. The entire world was a blur of spiritual energy around him, making it hard for the poor man's weak sensing abilities to spot - well - anything specific from anyone. His feet carried him forward, step by step as he tried to pick anything or anyone out of that dense cloud of spiritual particles. A heavy frown on his face as he realized just how lost and screwed he would be if he continued to wander like this. He glanced around. Row after row of unfamiliar buildings with little to no landmarks letting him know where he was going. The place seemed - overwhelmingly massive. Almost oppressive in it's size, as if it housed the entire world's population right here in one massive (slightly run-down) city.
One thing was certain however. Hollows were everywhere here. Of that he could be sure. Taking a few more steadying breaths the man centered his resolve and looked back to where he had come in. How could he find Frey if there was no footsteps to follow? No spiritual essence to track (or at least, that -he- could track). The man scratched his head as he pondered, trying to puzzle out the obvious answer his eyebrows furrowing in thought. Every moment he wasted here was another moment that something, or someone here might find him - friendly or not, and he was alone. Every moment he wasted here was another moment the others might be getting much farther away from him in what was effectively a battlezone.
Anxiety threatened to creep it's way into his mind but the man forced it back. A thought creeping into his mind - one that seemed a last resort. He could track her, by scent. He could smell the ground and find where the girl had gotten off to - hopefully. So long as battle and others didn't mix the scent trails and make her even more difficult to follow. For a moment he hesitated, pondering the possible detrimental outcomes to wandering this strange place as a massive, horse-sized wolf... only to realize he didn't know enough about the realm to come up with any solid evidence that he shouldn't.
Wolf it was.
The young man closed his eyes and focused, following the path of thought that brought on such a change - his reiatsu flowing freely about him as his clothing vanished, replaced with a thick fur coat. His face elongated, human features gone only to be replaced by a wolves' muzzle - the only sign of his prior humanity in the red and green mixed eyes that stared out from beneath that thick fur. He dropped to all fours, his head moving low to the ground as he sniffed, picking up Freyleif's familiar scent, along with many scents he didn't recognize.
This would be a challenge. One he couldn't back down from, but a challenge none the less. He relished the chance to prove himself. This was dangerous, but this was also his chance to be a hero.
It only took a moment before that wolf trotted off suddenly, running through the rukongai, stopping occasionally to pick up the trail once more. Hopefully he wouldn't be delayed - this search could take long enough as is without anyone interfering. Who knew how far she had gotten? He couldn't let such thoughts dissuade him - he had a job he had to do. He needed to find the girl. He pressed on, unaware of anyone... or anything that might be watching.
[1003]-[1003]-[20]
Albrecht had been late - he hated being late but at least he had arrived there, getting through the portal in the last few moments of it's life. He wasn't entirely certain of when the portal itself closed because the moment the man had stepped through, he was assaulted - violently (in his own words) - by an overwhelming feeling of vertigo and nausea. He promptly darted behind the nearest building to cover his sickness, bile rising in his throat as what little of a breakfast he had managed to keep down was left as fertilizer for the weeds that grew alongside that old building. Between the jetlag from his trip to Japan and Karakura town, and now (portal lag?) the sickness from shifting between the realms, the man was certainly not in a good mood.
He sat there, knelt on all fours above a pile of his own sickness for a long few minutes, his head was spinning even when he closed his eyes, like a man who had ridden on a merry-go-round for far too long, far too fast, and now was trying to stabilize the Earth beneath his feet. He felt sick again, but nothing came up but a dry-heave, the man coughing afterwards. He hadn't even brought water to wash his mouth out with - how miserable, though he wasn't sure if he'd need it. Hell, because of the shifted time-zones he almost hadn't caught the portal in time to slip into the soul society.
As his head began to clear all of the previous night's events had come into his head. Someone Freyleif knew was going to open a portal, but she was incredibly mum on the subject - not telling him much more than that. This portal was going to take them to the realm of the shinigami because of...something. An invasion? He didn't know, but it sounded like he might be needed to keep the young girl safe once more - his first real job as her body guard.
Well, he's screwed that up royally already. Late. Sick. Even later because of the sickness. Now he was lost in some other world, with no way of knowing where the others had already gotten off to. Maybe they had slipped off to some meeting point? Maybe they got attacked and chased off right away?
He shook his head. No use worrying about it now - he'd just have to find where they went, which should be easy given their spiritual powers. He just had to sense them.
Looking around the young man tried to sense them, sense...anyone. Anything. The entire world was a blur of spiritual energy around him, making it hard for the poor man's weak sensing abilities to spot - well - anything specific from anyone. His feet carried him forward, step by step as he tried to pick anything or anyone out of that dense cloud of spiritual particles. A heavy frown on his face as he realized just how lost and screwed he would be if he continued to wander like this. He glanced around. Row after row of unfamiliar buildings with little to no landmarks letting him know where he was going. The place seemed - overwhelmingly massive. Almost oppressive in it's size, as if it housed the entire world's population right here in one massive (slightly run-down) city.
One thing was certain however. Hollows were everywhere here. Of that he could be sure. Taking a few more steadying breaths the man centered his resolve and looked back to where he had come in. How could he find Frey if there was no footsteps to follow? No spiritual essence to track (or at least, that -he- could track). The man scratched his head as he pondered, trying to puzzle out the obvious answer his eyebrows furrowing in thought. Every moment he wasted here was another moment that something, or someone here might find him - friendly or not, and he was alone. Every moment he wasted here was another moment the others might be getting much farther away from him in what was effectively a battlezone.
Anxiety threatened to creep it's way into his mind but the man forced it back. A thought creeping into his mind - one that seemed a last resort. He could track her, by scent. He could smell the ground and find where the girl had gotten off to - hopefully. So long as battle and others didn't mix the scent trails and make her even more difficult to follow. For a moment he hesitated, pondering the possible detrimental outcomes to wandering this strange place as a massive, horse-sized wolf... only to realize he didn't know enough about the realm to come up with any solid evidence that he shouldn't.
Wolf it was.
The young man closed his eyes and focused, following the path of thought that brought on such a change - his reiatsu flowing freely about him as his clothing vanished, replaced with a thick fur coat. His face elongated, human features gone only to be replaced by a wolves' muzzle - the only sign of his prior humanity in the red and green mixed eyes that stared out from beneath that thick fur. He dropped to all fours, his head moving low to the ground as he sniffed, picking up Freyleif's familiar scent, along with many scents he didn't recognize.
This would be a challenge. One he couldn't back down from, but a challenge none the less. He relished the chance to prove himself. This was dangerous, but this was also his chance to be a hero.
It only took a moment before that wolf trotted off suddenly, running through the rukongai, stopping occasionally to pick up the trail once more. Hopefully he wouldn't be delayed - this search could take long enough as is without anyone interfering. Who knew how far she had gotten? He couldn't let such thoughts dissuade him - he had a job he had to do. He needed to find the girl. He pressed on, unaware of anyone... or anything that might be watching.
[1003]-[1003]-[20]