Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2016 19:31:43 GMT -5
Within the confines of a small moss covered wood shack at the edge of one of the more disreputable neighborhoods of the Eastern Rukongai lay a hand puppet within the cool darkness within. The floor was dusty, adding to the scuff and dirt that had just continued to build up upon its soft, cotton stuffed fabric over the last several days? Weeks? Who could even know. Time could be a very fluid thing, especially in a place like Soul Society, where it seemed time stood still within the confines of an eighteenth century Japan.
The puppets black on white circled eyes stared upwards into the darkness on the this small wooden shack, drowned in the misery that one could only find within their own minds. The white colored bottle of saki sat beside the cotton form of the puppet, empty except for maybe a last couple of drops. No matter how much a soul may consume they never really feel the effects of such a beverage, only the memory of the comfortable numbness that such a drink could provide a body made of flesh and blood instead of Reishi shaped into an illusion. Maybe that had been true all along. Only now that it had seen...no, still could see beyond the smoke and mirrors that enslave the Reishi personifications all around it, only now was it clear that saki and other drinks of such caliber had no real ability to effect ones self.
As a mind wandered with these thoughts, blind to the activities of the illusion which surrounded it, the door of the moss covered wooden shack open and an awesomely bright beam of light would permeate the dark interior. Soft vocal tones echoed out, bringing wandering thoughts away from the truth and back towards the necessity of the falsehood as the hand puppets head ever so subtly turned towards the shacks door as a larger figure ushered a smaller figure within the space.
“I don’t remember leaving that in here…”
Spoke the taller of the two, the light dimming to reveal that this taller figure wore a black kimono, the uniform of the Shinigami. This apparent Shinigami wasn't very tall by standards, though it towered over the other figure by at least two feet or so. It's hair was a raven black, and its eyes a metallic grey.
The hand puppet remained perfectly still as the two entered into the shack, the smaller figures eyes looking around with childlike curiosity at what one would be safe to assume was a new and unknown place. The taller one rested its eyes on the hand puppet, curious itself about the presence of an unknown toy sat where a toy was not expected.
As the scene played out a mind recalled how it had ended up within this old moss covered shack. Remembering the securing of a small bottle of saki, half filled after the passing out of a drunk in a bar just down the dirt covered path. A downing of the substance, pouring of the fluid into untasting mouth flaps as it feigned the actions of a drunk, only having the memories of what the feeling was like from a life long past. Moving into the dark depths of an unseen alleyway, up loose boards to a slightly open window, held that way by a small stick held in place by the illusion of the physics of a world a reality away. It had slipped a slightly over sized head in, wiggling itself through the opening before tumbling to the wooden floor below, most of what was left within the saki bottle lost to said floor. It was there that the mind had allowed itself to wander, to explore a world of informational depth the likes of which few could even begin to imagine, that is till just now when the door had open and these two had stepped in.
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The puppets black on white circled eyes stared upwards into the darkness on the this small wooden shack, drowned in the misery that one could only find within their own minds. The white colored bottle of saki sat beside the cotton form of the puppet, empty except for maybe a last couple of drops. No matter how much a soul may consume they never really feel the effects of such a beverage, only the memory of the comfortable numbness that such a drink could provide a body made of flesh and blood instead of Reishi shaped into an illusion. Maybe that had been true all along. Only now that it had seen...no, still could see beyond the smoke and mirrors that enslave the Reishi personifications all around it, only now was it clear that saki and other drinks of such caliber had no real ability to effect ones self.
As a mind wandered with these thoughts, blind to the activities of the illusion which surrounded it, the door of the moss covered wooden shack open and an awesomely bright beam of light would permeate the dark interior. Soft vocal tones echoed out, bringing wandering thoughts away from the truth and back towards the necessity of the falsehood as the hand puppets head ever so subtly turned towards the shacks door as a larger figure ushered a smaller figure within the space.
“I don’t remember leaving that in here…”
Spoke the taller of the two, the light dimming to reveal that this taller figure wore a black kimono, the uniform of the Shinigami. This apparent Shinigami wasn't very tall by standards, though it towered over the other figure by at least two feet or so. It's hair was a raven black, and its eyes a metallic grey.
The hand puppet remained perfectly still as the two entered into the shack, the smaller figures eyes looking around with childlike curiosity at what one would be safe to assume was a new and unknown place. The taller one rested its eyes on the hand puppet, curious itself about the presence of an unknown toy sat where a toy was not expected.
As the scene played out a mind recalled how it had ended up within this old moss covered shack. Remembering the securing of a small bottle of saki, half filled after the passing out of a drunk in a bar just down the dirt covered path. A downing of the substance, pouring of the fluid into untasting mouth flaps as it feigned the actions of a drunk, only having the memories of what the feeling was like from a life long past. Moving into the dark depths of an unseen alleyway, up loose boards to a slightly open window, held that way by a small stick held in place by the illusion of the physics of a world a reality away. It had slipped a slightly over sized head in, wiggling itself through the opening before tumbling to the wooden floor below, most of what was left within the saki bottle lost to said floor. It was there that the mind had allowed itself to wander, to explore a world of informational depth the likes of which few could even begin to imagine, that is till just now when the door had open and these two had stepped in.
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