Post by Tristan White on Feb 14, 2018 9:10:55 GMT -5
there was a certain chill in the air tonight which seemed odd given the cloud cover that came creeping ever closer, the darker grey edges gave way to a much broodier grey within which could only mean torrential rain. "fantastic..." Tristan thought as he stared out over a strangely quiet Karakura, there was the distant sound of sirens which was of little concern to him and occasional dog bark but otherwise, all seemed somewhat peaceful in Karakura this night. A welcome change for sure given the trauma that the Seritei currently resided.Tristan had spent countless hours dealing with crying, angry and unconsolable comrades who wanted nothing more than the security of the Gotei returned to its former glory but with the horrors of the last five years, it as not something which could so easily be granted as if by some fairy godmother.
Tristan took a deep breath to feel the cool air hit his lungs waking him a bit given the ungodly hour, he flexed his muscles and clicked his neck with a gentle horizontal turn left and right before readjusting his belt and resting his palm upon the hilt of Kikenkaze. "awfully quiet tonight don't you think?" He spoke allowed to his zanpakuto. The house he stood upon was pleasant, to say the least, a relatively large home of old-fashioned Japanese wood styling and sitting in a comfortably sized plot. Had he been human he would have felt very comfortable here indeed. It was something that Tristan had always enjoyed about coming to the human world was seeing the variance in culture and diverse people who resided here. It was due to the rather picturesque nature of this home that he had decided to use its roof as his personal lookout tower for the evening hoping to be relieved before the rain came crashing down.
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Tristan took a deep breath to feel the cool air hit his lungs waking him a bit given the ungodly hour, he flexed his muscles and clicked his neck with a gentle horizontal turn left and right before readjusting his belt and resting his palm upon the hilt of Kikenkaze. "awfully quiet tonight don't you think?" He spoke allowed to his zanpakuto. The house he stood upon was pleasant, to say the least, a relatively large home of old-fashioned Japanese wood styling and sitting in a comfortably sized plot. Had he been human he would have felt very comfortable here indeed. It was something that Tristan had always enjoyed about coming to the human world was seeing the variance in culture and diverse people who resided here. It was due to the rather picturesque nature of this home that he had decided to use its roof as his personal lookout tower for the evening hoping to be relieved before the rain came crashing down.
OOC Info:
307 words
