Post by Osamu Shimazu on Jun 28, 2017 9:10:59 GMT -5
Once more, duty called Osamu to the streets of Karakura. A body of false, lifeless flesh carried him through the moonlit streets, donning the usual white shirt, black leather jacket combo and black jeans with a brown leather belt, with a pair of shiny black shoes to boot. Like always, he wanted to become what someone in this world could look like, and keep his eye on Seireitei's interests abroad. He understood why here, of all places, Karakura. As he was growing to understand, first hand and anecdotally, is that anything and everything, anyone and everyone, starts up here. If you don't start out here, you end up here. That's just how it is, this spiritual hub.
If there were hollows on the prowl, watch and wait to see how long a unit takes to arrive and perform his or her duties, and make note of that time. Superior officers love to know what Shinigami do with their time when they think they aren't being watched. If there are fellow Shinigami mingling with the wrong crowd or otherwise abusing their authority or power, perhaps even presenting an immediate danger to Seireitei and her interests, they are marked for elimination. And God forbid he find any Quincy abusing the mercy of the Soul Society and performing their wicked acts, no matter how justified. Their power was poison and unnatural. The thought left an unpleasant taste in his mouth.
With his newly discovered aptitude in manipulating and molding his energies by means of hand signs, he employed it on his missions immediately. The technique he referred to as Hard Reset was exceptionally useful in calming and suppressing the nature of his Reiryoku, and thus Reiatsu, giving him an edge in his already fine control in concealment. With his recent practice in fine tuning his own energy, he conversely became more in tune with perceiving and discerning others' as well. It was for that reason he was acutely aware of many smaller, distinct -- and wide ranging as far as strength went -- individuals all around him. Most he recognized as belonging to Shinigami, or were Hollows that were otherwise being dealt with already. A human here or there that possessed only a fraction of power, nothing he decided to check in on.
And so his night continued, this monotonous game of seek and peek. Though if the rumors were at all to be believed, then there was always something the streets of Karakura would deliver you, if only you're patient. And as if on cue, a foul scent filled the air. Somewhere just on the edge of his spiritual awareness, a Quincy. Too far to hone in on and scrutinize, even for Osamu's growing skill in the area. He narrowed his eyes, the nighttime shadows and dark bags under his eyes from days and days without sleep made his face fearsome to behold. As far as he was concerned, Quincy were priority contacts and would be closely monitored. It should be no surprise, then, the haste which Osamu set out for the Quincy, somehow still managing to maintain his incognito status in the concrete jungle of Downtown Karakura.
If there were hollows on the prowl, watch and wait to see how long a unit takes to arrive and perform his or her duties, and make note of that time. Superior officers love to know what Shinigami do with their time when they think they aren't being watched. If there are fellow Shinigami mingling with the wrong crowd or otherwise abusing their authority or power, perhaps even presenting an immediate danger to Seireitei and her interests, they are marked for elimination. And God forbid he find any Quincy abusing the mercy of the Soul Society and performing their wicked acts, no matter how justified. Their power was poison and unnatural. The thought left an unpleasant taste in his mouth.
With his newly discovered aptitude in manipulating and molding his energies by means of hand signs, he employed it on his missions immediately. The technique he referred to as Hard Reset was exceptionally useful in calming and suppressing the nature of his Reiryoku, and thus Reiatsu, giving him an edge in his already fine control in concealment. With his recent practice in fine tuning his own energy, he conversely became more in tune with perceiving and discerning others' as well. It was for that reason he was acutely aware of many smaller, distinct -- and wide ranging as far as strength went -- individuals all around him. Most he recognized as belonging to Shinigami, or were Hollows that were otherwise being dealt with already. A human here or there that possessed only a fraction of power, nothing he decided to check in on.
And so his night continued, this monotonous game of seek and peek. Though if the rumors were at all to be believed, then there was always something the streets of Karakura would deliver you, if only you're patient. And as if on cue, a foul scent filled the air. Somewhere just on the edge of his spiritual awareness, a Quincy. Too far to hone in on and scrutinize, even for Osamu's growing skill in the area. He narrowed his eyes, the nighttime shadows and dark bags under his eyes from days and days without sleep made his face fearsome to behold. As far as he was concerned, Quincy were priority contacts and would be closely monitored. It should be no surprise, then, the haste which Osamu set out for the Quincy, somehow still managing to maintain his incognito status in the concrete jungle of Downtown Karakura.
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