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Post by The Laughing Prophet on May 2, 2010 12:33:50 GMT -5
The very place itself seemed like some abnormality, how it seemed to twist and move like a creature hidden in darkness. Surely there were those who never grew used to its appearance, but to some it almost seemed reminiscent of a home that never was. Elsewhere, the Janitors were cleaning, likely traveling towards the very point an intruder walked. A Ryoka; there was no good that could come of the entity that was not even aware of the ability to hide oneself. The somewhat oddly dressed man shuffled silently through the region, the lack of sound something he had grown used to eons ago.
Perhaps he was lost, though in all technicalities being unaware of the way through made sense. This had not been here during the first iteration, and the processes were certainly offsetting. Distracting, at that. The path he had taken had been forgotten quite some time ago, leading to his now aimless wanderings back and forth through the Dangai Precipice. For a time he wandered, before finally stopping and resting against the wall that, shockingly, ceased in its seemingly perpetual movement.
He enjoyed the silence, his infinite rage briefly quelled by the twisted serenity of his surroundings. Time, at the very least, hadn't changed. Clearly something he merely missed, something that was frustrating him in its intangibility. If anything, at least time could not harm him. Physical objects were more worth dealing with. Physical objects could make direct contact with him, inflict a pain that he could hardly recognize after the eons he had existed.
Dangai was a tangible place, he thought after a moment. However, it could be dealt with at a later time. There were infinitely more important realms that were the focal point of his attention. He was merely irritated by how he had to travel through this one to reach his primary target. More importantly there was a nagging suspicion that the very place itself was shifting in order to impede him further.
Frustration arose quickly, and he snarled shamelessly in some lost language at the very essence of his surroundings. Hopelessly lost within the confines of a shifting world. He took a brief moment to adjust the slightly loosening bandages swathed around his head, tugging on the hood of the shroud draped over his shoulders. He would wait; surely he would not be the only one traveling through this region.
Boredly, he nudged a dried out skull at his feet, grinning behind the bandaging that covered his face in some morbid glee.
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Post by Renji Abarai on May 4, 2010 23:51:03 GMT -5
"OH CRAP!" Renji Abarai shouted, as he ran for his life, from pursuit of a Janitor. It was a stupid moment for the Red-headed Shinigami, as he was on his way to Karakura town, to buy some headgear, he didn't feel he needed to be accompanied by a Hell Butterfly.
Worst mistake EVER. Today of all days appeared to be cleaning day in the Dangai. He was running as fast as he could, and was starting to apparently outrun it.
In front of him, there was a man, or the form of a man that was leaning against the wall. Unusual to say the least, but at this time, the Shinigami was not going to let this guy die with no warning.
"Hey!!! You need to start running! The Janitor is right behind me!" He shouted, to get the man's attention, as he was almost next to the man.
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Post by The Laughing Prophet on May 5, 2010 16:33:35 GMT -5
Shinigami.
For an unnecessarily long moment, the first thing that registered in the bandaged being's mind was the fact that he had just been encountered by one of countless potential enemies. After another, he relaxed again, finally locking his gaze upon Renji as he fled the destructive thing that the Shinigami referred to as a Janitor. He quirked a brow, unknowing of the creature's capabilities, and after only the briefest of moments decided that he didn't care. He could only think of one thing in particular.
The Shinigami was running away from it in fear. That meant that it was more than capable of killing him. A few cold, calculating thoughts twisted through the Laughing Prophet's mind as he transfixed his gaze upon the large, glowing golden eye looming behind the red haired Shinigami so polite to warn him of its presence. Renji passed him and he finally moved away from the wall, standing in the dead center of the path as the Janitor hurtled ever closer.
Shinigami were afraid of them? Very well; killing one might leave a bit of a message, then. His hooded shroud billowed lightly as the gargantuan Janitor continued unceasingly in its movements, a juggernaut out to destroy all in its path. He liked the idea, if only for how it was scaring Renji, but it grew more tiresome after the merest of seconds.
"I see you," he finally said with a seething hiss, lurching forwards and bringing his hand into the thing's burning eye with an almost organic cracking sound. There was an entirely unnatural shriek as, with his bare hands, he peeled the golden orb from its socket with a sickening, wrenching 'pop', lashing out again immediately after. A void seemed to form at his fingertips, colliding with the entity. Immediately there was a distortion, then a rupture. Then, in a chain of blackness and sudden silence, the Janitor simply ceased to be.
There was no struggle from the man who now held the golden eye of what used to be one of the Dangai Janitors. He could admit it felt strange making contact with it, an almost negligible draining sensation, but that was all it was. Negligible. He didn't care if it drew away powers he stole from the spiritual worlds on contact, blocked them, for they were unused.
He maintained his silence, merely looking back at Renji as he tucked the now dead gold eye into some pocket hidden in his coat.
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Post by Renji Abarai on May 5, 2010 23:14:42 GMT -5
The mysterious bandaged stranger took out the Janitor like it was nothing! Grabbing the Golden Eye, and then destroying the entire thing was amazing, and frightening. It was a good thing this person, wasn't attacking him.
Renji approached the being, "Thanks for takin' care of it, I'd have handled it, but I couldn't take a chance to stop, in case it got me." He said, "The least I could do is escort you." He motions towards the direction of Karakura town. You're goin' that way, right?"
This being, who looked like a man, was a Ryoka, and was forbidden in the Soul Society, and Renji knew that this being was strong. He decided to direct him to Karakura town, and stick Ichigo with the problem. At least then, he knew this person would be out of the way. But for the time being, he would try to keep friendly, until he could get away... and warn the Captain.
"I'll take ya there, myself. I was headed that way too!" He said, forcing a smile, which resembled more of a smirk, "It's the least I could do for ya, since you... rescued me."
Eww, rescued? Captain Kuchiki would definitely be unhappy with that. Or he would just say he was 'displeased'. At least Renji had his life, and soon he would hopefully be able to don a new set of headgear. But the thought was nagging him, why was this stranger here?
"We're near the doorway, so it isn't much further." He finished, and started to proceed to the doorway, eager to get this being from the Dangai.
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Post by The Laughing Prophet on May 6, 2010 16:02:11 GMT -5
At the merest suggestion of returning from whence he had just come, the being transfixed a mild, if clearly irritated, glare upon Renji. For a brief moment, all sound ceased, a minimally visible aura of blackness rippling around the bandaged man before simply ceasing just as soon as it had appeared. It was, threateningly, impossibly clear that the entity had arrived with no intent to move towards Karakura.
This only meant he had, instead, been seeking the path to Soul Society. However, despite the clear, fresh air of frustration brought on by the newfound scenario, the transfixed glare lessened to only an unblinking stare as he simply stood there silently for another several moments.
"Surely," he finally said flatly, a response to Renji's claim that he would have dealt with the Janitor himself. Somewhere in the background there was the zealous giggling of some girl, faint and simple to ignore. However, this Shinigami was headed back to Karakura, and the Prophet would openly admit to itself that, for the moment, it was quite lost.
Not that it could not have found the path; it was, by all means, uncomfortably close to it. But perhaps that was the problem.
Although if this Shinigami was traveling to Karakura, it may, perhaps, give him a moment to deal with him before he could report to his superiors. Warn them of a presence of some entity in the halls, plotting and laughing in blackness before it peeled itself from the void anew. Or he would.
The Prophet wanted them to know again. They were not as far as the previous society. Not even close, though their rapid acceleration of their advancements were something the entity was wary of. He hissed, annoyed regardless, but followed after Renji with efficiency.
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