For Whom the Bells Toll (Group.PG/Closed) Jul 24, 2013 16:45:09 GMT -5
Post by Amber Liddell+ on Jul 24, 2013 16:45:09 GMT -5
It was a dreary day in the town of Karakura. All throughout the town small beads of water quickly accumulated on everything they touched as a heavy rain continued to pour down from the grey skies - in turn giving rise to a murky aroma from both the cement pavement and earth. Walking through the churchyard with a black parasol and a bouquet of flowers in hand, Amber could hear the tolling of the church’s bell amongst that of the rainfall. A funeral procession was about to begin, but the blond would be long gone before it ever came to a close. She was here to pay her respects to a fallen friend. How the woman had come to die was still unknown to the general public. The coroner hadn’t turned up anything either. It was a mystery, one that would never be solved by a coroner or anyone else who looked into the death. When a mysterious death occurred in Karakura Town it could always be linked back to someone or something spiritual in nature. In this case Amber could only assume the woman had met her end at the hands of a Hollow or Arrancar disturbing the peace.
More and more of the original Kōsa House members were disappearing. Would she end up disappearing along with them? No. There was just too much left for her to achieve. She had to right everything that had gone so wrong for her departed friends. They would meet again someday, Amber would see to it. The young woman just had to find a way to do it on her own terms, first. That would be the key to finally realizing her master plan, but time and fate were not on her side. There was so much left for her to accomplish and so little time. Her weak constitution in comparison to the spiritual races didn’t help matters much, either. Keeping up with a departed soul was like scaling a mountain: difficult and treacherous. ‘Why must we be so delicate? Body and soul should be stronger than just a simple soul.’ It was a perplexing rule that the universe followed; one that was all too unfair to the spiritually aware. Was competing with the souls of the departed even necessary? In some cases it was required. In Amber’s case, not so much. Discussion could solve most of her problems for now; but sentiments and needs were ever evolving.
She gently placed the bouquet down in front of a stone monument. “I should have stayed in touch with you after leaving,” the woman sadly whispered. “I won’t make that same mistake twice and lose someone else the way I lost you. I just wish I could say this to your face so you would actually hear me.” If only that could be the case. Dying at the hands of a Hollow meant having your soul eaten. It was almost the equivalent of ceasing to exist. The woman would never be able to hear her words. She was no longer present on this earth, nor would her soul ever exist upon it again.
A sudden twinge in Amber’s head caused her to look away. Someone else was in the graveyard with her; they were strong, too. The reiatsu signature was definitely Human but she couldn’t say she had ever encountered it before. Well, whoever it was, they were slowly getting closer to her. She could make out a dark silhouette in the showery distance. Just who was this person and why was it coming here?
[Words = 610/50]
[GP = 12GP/12GP]