Post by raphaellaurent on Jan 1, 2018 20:53:17 GMT -5
Yep. Karakura Town. He was delaying his return to Berlin mostly because he…wasn’t looking forward to telling Freylief what had happened and this odd change that had occurred. He was pretty sure that she was going to kick the living hell out of him when he finally did get back. All of it, of course, having to do with the thing that was now inside of him, the thing that kept calling itself Jeremy. He wondered why in the world this was happening. Maybe he shouldn’t have tried blurring the lines, shouldn’t have tried to make himself more powerful that way.
Still, thinking that way now would have devalued the results of his research, the conclusions that he’d come to would fall away. Resolve was practically all that he had now, and that was the only thing carrying him forward at this point. Well, that and Frey.
Downtown was a lot more bustling than normal for this time of day and, even more so, the cool weather. He wouldn’t have expected as many people would be out at this time, and so he walked forward slowly, doing his best to avoid people as he went. It wasn’t that he specifically disliked people, just that today wasn’t exactly the day for it. He was already listening into their minds, after all, not that they could help it. He was feeling it out, and just happened to hear them. Their thoughts were so small and annoying.
Yet he was suddenly struck by a strange sensation nearby and looked down a nearby alley. Confused he took a step towards it.
“Hmm… That’s peculiar… I could have sworn there was something down here…”
Last Edit: Jan 1, 2018 20:53:28 GMT -5 by raphaellaurent
Raising his head slowly off the ground down one of the many alleys of Karakura, he placed his little hand on the wall. Slowly pushing against it as he managed his way to his feet. So many things happening so fast they were losing sense of themselves in the flow of events. Switching from self to self had started to take a drain on their form. Once he had made his way back to his feet he looked up into the sunlit sky and yawned. Nodding as he knew where he was. The miasma had not strayed far from their form but it had made a rudamentary spirit wall at the end of the alley to stop people from walking towards him if they came that way.
It was not perfect but it folded and twisted with the shadows to seem more natural though there were some holes in it that light was passing through. As the kid slowly took a step away from the concrete wall of the alley he noticed a single flower growing up through a crack in the ground. Reaching down to it and plucking it from the earth only to wander to his wall of gas and sit against it. Slowly picking flowers off of it as he absentmindedly started to sing an odd tune he heard kids singing a long time ago. "Ring around the rosey, Pocket full of poesy, Ashes... Ashes.. we all fall down" His lips following each word as he kept repeating those lines. Some of the miasma wall fading at the top to make it rain an ash like substance rain down over him but it faded away as it hit him and the ground.
His mind adrift somewhere deep inside as he kept in his trance like moment till there was but one petal left on the flower. His ear twitched hearing a voice that was getting closer but it only drew his eyes attention once he heard the voice say they saw something. His eye looking through one of the cracks in the shadow like wall as he looked at the man, slowly turning his head onto its side as he put the little flower down beside him. The wall itself swayed slightly the higher up it went. The holes along its surface expanding and contracting, opening and closing to reveal some of the child behind it only to block the site once more.
Seireitei is crumbling and the Gotei is a shell of its former self. Ravaged by the plague, the surviving Shinigami struggle to maintain the balance, but with so few of them left, the work is taxing and their fortress-city has fallen to neglect. Spread thin across all fronts, their diminished presence has been noted by friend and foe alike.
The Arrancar have rebuilt Las Noches and are rallying. The throne remains empty, but self-styled Espada have risen up from among them and are vying for control, each one endlessly testing the others’ weaknesses. Too evenly matched for any one of them to claim the crown, they bide their time, waiting for the opportune moment.
On Earth, all seems well—but there is a war being fought in the shadows as the mortals find themselves lacking the protection they once had and so sorely need. The Quincy, having realized the oppressive specter of the Shinigami is no more, are flourishing, and are fighting the Hollow-breeds with renewed vigor.