Post by Kalen Tiriar on Mar 19, 2018 17:29:31 GMT -5
Kalen heard Yuudai's kind words, and he was thankful for them. The words he spoke to Kalen's friends, or rather, his family, sounded sincere. Kalen hoped they were, even if his friends wouldn't remember him in their new lives, even if they didn't even look the same, Kalen would love to see them again, and for Yuudai to see them as well. They wouldn't be the same people Kalen knew, but even so, he thought that it would be enough to just give a proper goodbye to their souls if nothing else.
But it was Yuudai's next words that truly got his attention, the ones directed at him. They were the words that he needed to hear. That it wasn't his fault, that he couldn't have done anything. Of course, Kalen already knew that, but it didn't stop the pain. It was as if Kalen couldn't' accept that truth, that there was nothing that anyone could have done to stop this. But, coming from Yuudai, maybe he could accept it.
Kalen couldn't understand why he felt that way, he couldn't figure out why he put so much faith in this man that he had only met through his work, through the fifth. Even so, the feeling was familiar, Kalen had felt this way before.
Suddenly he let his mind wander to the day he had left the Rukongai. The day when he and his family had stood atop this same overlook and said goodbye to their home. They had said goodbye so that they had no excuse to return, so they had no choice but to succeed and achieve the life they wanted. They had wanted the life of those who lived in the seireitei.
Then he was back in the present, with Yuudai. Kalen didn't know if what he had seen had been his own thoughts or a vision given to him by Arathyx, but he didn't care. He had seen his family again, and even though it wasn't real, he felt renewed. Not only by the strength granted to him by the remembrance of his promise but by Yuudai's last sentence.
"She would be... proud?" The thought filled him with both joy and sadness.
Kalen gave himself a mental slap in the face and wiped away the tears he hadn't noticed were there. The pain hadn't fully left, and Kalen hoped it never would, but he at least had the resolve to go forward. And so, Kalen took a deep breath and prepared to once again enter the hell this world had in store for him.
Kalen looked up to meet Yuudai's gaze.
"Well, I'd better start heading back," Kalen said, his voice not quite as shaky as it was before. "I'm going to make a quick stop in town to get the headstone put up, so you can go on without me," He said to Yuudai.
Turning around, Kalen began walking down the hill, when his Zanpakutō began talking.
"Hello? Can you hear me yet? Arathyx said, practically shouting in Kalen's mind
"OW! Yeah, I can hear you. What do you want?"Kalen responded, wondering what was so important that Arathyx was yelling at him.
"Good, you can finally hear me. I was getting worried. You lost your resolve you idiot, didn't I tell you that that was the only thing that allowed you to use me?" She said, obviously expressing her concern for Kalen's wellbeing.
"Yeah, I lost my nerve, sorry. But I don't get why you're so upset. You answered my call just fine when I needed you to dig the hole," Kalen replied.
"Yes, well I could hear you just fine. I am your sword, it's your job to wield me. Not the other way around," Arathyx explained with a sort of "well obviously" attitude. "So, now that you've regained your composure, what will you do?" Arathyx asked
"Heh, well first I'm going to get this headstone set up. Then, I'm going to go back to the fifth's training grounds and start getting myself back in shape. I've been too depressed lately to be bothered to train, but I'm going to change that. I'll become a shinigami, and a man, that they would be proud of," Kalen responded.
"Is that so? And will you be able to go on, even though your family is no longer here for you to protect? Even though you've lost everyone, your still willing to continue on your path?" Arathyx asked a tad tauntingly.
"It's because they aren't here that I have to keep going. We made a promise together to live lives we could be proud of. If I threw that all away because they were gone, even though they died with the full intention of achieving that dream, I'd be disgracing them even more than I'd be disgracing myself. So I have to keep going. I'll see this through to the end without them, just as they would have done if it was me underground instead," Kalen said confidently. He felt bad, because at this moment, even with his family gone, he felt alive. He allowed himself this feeling of being alive because he now saw a clear path he could walk. He had a purpose, a thread to hang on to.
He thought this as he had the preparations made for Yuzu's proper grave. And as he turned to face the giant walls of the seireitei, another realization came to him.
"Besides, I haven't lost everything. Not yet," He said to his Zanpakutō. And it was true, he had witnessed the bonds of those in the fifth division. Those bonds had stayed strong for most, even as the world crumbled there were those who remained strong. And Kalen felt that he wanted to have those bonds again, the kind of bonds he had had with his family. The kind of bond he had felt on the overlook, with Yuudai.
A wide smile came over Arathyx's masked mouth. "That's what I wanted to hear. If you're serious about this, then you will have me as your sword all the way. If you're half as strong as that guy Yuudai thinks you are, then you may turn out to be a fine master indeed," She said with enthusiasm.
Kalen began walking back to the seireitei. He would make a request to take some time off from the work he had been doing so that he may return to active duty in the field. It would be a while before he could bear to see another corpse.1088/6365 127
Post by Kalen Tiriar on Mar 10, 2018 20:00:40 GMT -5
With Yuudai's response, Kalen's heart became a little lighter. It was like, even though he had lost everyone, he wasn't yet alone. There was still something to hang on to.
Kalen's face betrayed his feelings, he couldn't help but let the smallest smile creep across his lips. Trying to hide it, Kalen gave a simple nod of agreement and started on his way with Yuudai's heavy steps behind him.
The trip was quiet, the most conversation the two of them had were either quick back and forths, or passing comments that were few and far between.
Most of the roads had fallen into states that would have been unacceptable at another time. Cracks, dirt, and a worn down look would be an accurate description, but with all that had happened, few people were left to sweep the streets on a regular basis.
Kalen couldn't say it was a pleasant trip. The walk was long, as Kalen found he simply didn't have the energy to flash step, it also seemed disrespectful to do so. The eerie quiet only served to remind him of the hell he was living in, and the bright sun was a contrast to the purpose of his journey.
Kalen was taking the ashes of his fallen friend to the same place he had his other friends buried, a small cliffside in north rukongai. This would normally have been a problem, given that travel in and out of the seireitei had been restricted. So Kalen was stopped at the closed gate by the soldiers placed there.
Kalen didn't know what the real reason they were there was. It was as possible they were there to prevent the plague from haveing as-of-yet unseen effects on the population of souls, as it was that they were there to prevent deserters from escaping. Whatever the reason, the guards were yet more rookies.
When they told Kalen to stop and go back to where he came from, a quick, and very serious, death glare was enough to get them to move aside. That, and possibly Yuudai's large and intimidating presence.
Making quick distance across the rukongai until he made it to the small cliff overlooking north district 55, the place Kalen and his friends had all met, Kalen gazed at the gravestones of his other two friends. The graves were spaced apart, with just enough room for one more headstone in between them without it looking crowded. It was only then that Kalen realized he didn't know what he was supposed to do.
He had heard that you were supposed to scatter the ashes, but since the point was to have everyone in the same place that sounded a bit counter-intuitive. Even so, Kalen didn't know if he was just supposed to bury the box.
Letting out a sigh, Kalen decided it didn't matter too much what the tradition was. They had all been a bit unorthodox in life, so surely funeral traditions could be done in their own way too.
Kalen pulled out his Zanpakutō and pointed it towards the ground. Even though Kalen didn't say anything, Arathyx got the intention. As Kalen stabbed the dirt, a small explosion was let off, sending dirt in all directions and creating a hole the perfect size for the box.
Placing the box in the hole and covering it, Kalen was lost. He didn't know what to say, what he could say. So for a while, he just stood there. Then he finally spoke.
"Yuzu...Ahem. I know we kind of lost touch after the academy, but I hope you know I tried my best. For all of you, I tried, but I failed. I couldn't do anything for any of you, I'm sorry that I was a complete and total failure, that I was so utterly useless. You and the others, Jace and Iris, you guys were my strength. You were everything I aspired to be. With you gone, I wish I could die. But I know that won't do anything. This isn't a world where we die and get to live happily ever after, instead we're just recycled and sent back to do it all over again. So, even though I know you aren't listening, I hope you don't forget. Even though I know it's impossible, I'd like to meet you, all of you, again someday. Perhaps in the human world, I'd like to get to know whomever you end up being. So... I don't know whether to say 'goodbye' or 'see you later'. But I guess we'll see," Kalen said, wiping the tears out of his face.
Kalen then became silent again, giving Yuudai the chance to say something if he wanted.779/5277 105
Post by Kalen Tiriar on Mar 3, 2018 21:59:23 GMT -5
I wanted to do this before, but couldn't find the time. I'd just like to flesh out the mechanics of Kalen's power and give it some "rules" for how it can be used. Powers First Release:"Blaze, Arathyx"
Effects:Kalen's power allows him to utilize a fire-like substance. Upon release, Kalen gain charges that will be used to activate areas of his power. The number of charges depends on his resonence skill.
In the event Kalen runs out of charges, he will exit his release. It will then be on "cooldown" for 2 rounds, at which point he is able to re-enter his release with half the charges it would normally grant him. Kalen can regain all charges if he spends 4 rounds out of his release. Kalen can also use an action while in or out of his release to hasten this process. While in release, 1 action gives 1 charge. While out of release, 1 action reduces cooldown by 1 round.
Expending additional charges will increase the potency of Kalens techniques.
Description:When in Shikai, Kalen is able to channel his Reiryoku into his blade, using it to create a blue flame like substance. He can then release it in a series of fire like attacks. If compared to a normal fire, reishi would be the material fuel, and reiryoku would be a flammable gas. This allows Kalen's fire to burn up attacks made of concentrated spirit energy, such as a hollow's cero, and attacks made of reishi, such as a Quincey's arrow. Of course, like all flames, Kalen's fire can be smothered under too high concentrations of either of its key components. Making powerful attacks more difficult to burn and block. Also, while the flames are able to harm both living and soul-based beings, they cannot be simply burned away on the spot unless they are much weaker than Kalen, as doing so would require vast amounts of energy. It seems that this is the case because of the souls reiatsu, being fueled by reiryoku, naturally shields the body from this method. While the whole body cannot be burned, the techniques Kalen uses are concentrated enough to burn the body's defences in order to damage the soul/soul body.
Tamashī no shōmetsu: This is a technique of pure destruction. It is used by swinging his sword and releasing a massive amount of energy. The fire like nature of this attack will only harm spiritual beings, however, there is enough power behind it to break through solid surfaces as well.
Consumes at least 3 charges and uses 1 action
Is a ranged attack
Strength determined by spirit/resonance hybrid check
Can be used in melee range with strength/resonance hybrid check
Upon hit, Increase wound severity by 1 rank
Double charges are required to increase effect (6 charges for x2, 12 charges for x3)
Seishin-en surasshu: This is a lesser ranged attack that sends the flames engulfing Kalen's sword in a wide area when he swings. This is a simple technique and as such can be used with extremely minimal effort.
Consumes 1 charge and uses 1 action
Is a ranged attack
Strength determined by spirit/resonance hybrid check
Can expend 1 additional charge to use this attack again at no additional action cost
Honō no tate: This is a defensive move that uses Kalen's soulfire to nullify spirit based attacks. This has limits such as not being able to burn up the energy contained by moves of high-level bankais. Ceros are also powerful and as such can only be blocked if the cero is at least one rank lower than Kalen's zanpakuto resonance skill. At Zanpakuto resonance: master, it can defend against attacks such as these if the enemy's skill is less than/equal to Kalen's zanpakuto resonance.
Consumes 4 charges and uses 1 action
Is a ranged defense
Strength is determined by spirit/resonance skill
Reduces incoming damage by 1 rank(Damage must be from ranged or "spiritual" attack)
Double charges are required to increase effect(8 charges for x2, 16 charges for x3)
Of course, the mechanics are subject to change at the behest of staff. I am open to discussion about how to fix Kalen's power if there is anything game-breaking you notice that I missed.
Post by Kalen Tiriar on Feb 26, 2018 10:24:20 GMT -5
Yuudai's words snapped Kalen back to reality. He looked at the gaping hole in the building in front of him as if he was seeing it for the first time. He was humiliated that Yuudai had seen him throw a fit, but Kalen couldn't reach any further despair. Even though the words that his friend had spoken were not the ones he wanted to hear, Kalen recognized the truth in them nonetheless. Kalen regained his composure, taking a deep breath and once again suppressing his reiatsu, and the flames of his Zanpakutō fading with it.
Kalen was about to speak, to thank Yuudai for his kind words. But as he turned to do so, his eyes set upon yet another tragedy. The force of Kalen's reiatsu, along with the large volume of fire his Zanpakutō had produced had scattered his friend's ashes across the courtyard.
"Dammit!" Kalen said out loud, rushing to the broom so he could stop his friend's remains from escaping. If that happened, Kalen didn't know how he would recover.
Racing around the courtyard like a madman, Kalen was eventually able to gather the ashes he had inadvertently scattered. Well... most of them, He couldn't help but notice that the size of the ash pile he had was smaller than most of the other corpses he had burned. By this point, he had enough experience to notice something like that. Even so, he knew it was impossible to track down the rest of them.
Kalen decided to take this as a punishment for breaking. Honestly, five years without tears but as soon as it happened to someone he knew he broke down. Kalen didn't know whether to be sorry for or pissed at himself.
Whatever the case, Kalen prepared the box himself. Pouring the ashes into the small container until it was about half full. Usually, it would have been completely filled or just about so. That put a measurement on how much of his old friend he wasn't able to recover. He put on the lid of the box and tied the ribbon around the container to keep it shut. Kalen only now realized how messed up how the boxes looked was, resembling some sort of present or gift.
Now Kalen could speak. "I know this may sound hypocritical, but I'm going to give her a... service," Kalen finally finished said, letting out a small chuckle when he realized how much his attitude had changed in such a small time. Only a short while ago, he was scolding the recruit for even suggesting the idea. But now that the body had been burned, whatever it was that made up the plague was likely irradicated, making a funeral service safe. Of course, that was the point of his job.
Deep down, Kalen had only said what he did out loud because he wanted Yuudai to come along. To invite himself so Kalen didn't have to ask. After all, he had been pretty pathetic already.
Kalen walked slowly over to his Zanpakutō. Picking it up with his free right hand, he twirled it around a few times before snapping it into the sheath on his back.
Then he turned to Yuudai and awaited his response.532/4498 89
Post by Kalen Tiriar on Feb 22, 2018 17:50:16 GMT -5
Kalen listened to Yuudai's story about the freak that came out of the Garganta. The grotesque description Yuudai gave made Kalen almost grateful he wasn't able to see it from outside the barrier. Still, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty about not being able to help. The part of the story that really caught Kalen's attention was the explanation that Yuudai had tapped into a partial Bankai, he had never heard of such a thing. Kalen hadn't even considered bankai. Did someone like him even have one?
Kalen's thoughts were interrupted by Yuudai's next words. He looked down the row of bodies to see the number printed on the tag that matched the letter. Before he went down the line, he looked back at Yuudai for reassurance. He didn't want his idol to see him in whatever state he would be in if his fears were to come true. But at the same time, his eyes pleaded with Yuudai not to go, to stay and make sure that there was something left after this happened. Kalen's breathing began to become shaky as he began the task.
Kalen worked his way down the line, his Zanpakutō's flames flickering with uncertainty. This row looked to be the last of the day, their quota would be filled after this because the department these ashes would be sent to couldn't handle it is all the corpse-burners were to send an entire warehouse full of bodies their way. Kalen was walking slower than he had been. He listed the names of all these fallen soldiers, most looked like they hadn't' even seen a battle yet. The last name first, then the first name last, that was all the respect he could offer these poor souls. Kalen's heart sank with every step he took, and his stomach was getting the feeling you get when you're falling. Falling, that was exactly what it felt like.
Finally, Kalen approached number 377. Sticking his still flaming sword in the ground, he went and kneeled over the bag. Unzipping it he almost didn't recognize the face. His brain had shut down, his eyes wide, all his dispair culminating to a peak. "Number 377, Sasaki,..." a lump formed in Kalen's throat before he could get the rest of the name out. "Sasaki, Yuzu," he choked out at last. It was her, Kalen's old friend from the rukongai, someone he had grown up with, the strongest of them all, his last remaining friend from the old days, now lay in a body bag. "Is this some sort of sick joke?" Kalen thought to himself. It had to be, for the higher-ups to make him cremate his childhood friend.
Kalen reached out to touch her face, but a gout of flame erupted from his Zanpakutō to singe his hand before he could. "Do not touch her, if she's here it means she died of the plague. I will not allow you to die like that," Arathyx shouted in Kalen's mind. Kalen couldn't bring himself to do it, how could he, the fact she had already died didn't matter, it felt like he was being asked to murder his oldest friend. But, as if she heard Kalen's emotional anguish, Arathyx sent out a spark to ignite the bag Yuzu was in. Kalen watched in horror as she burned, he couldn't take his eyes off her as he features were destroyed in the wake of Arathyx's power, his power.
Kalen was still kneeling over Yuzu's ashes when one of the recruits came over. "Are you OK sir, if you want I can..." "You're all dismissed," Kalen interrupted the recruit. Kalen couldn't, for as much as he wanted to, allow them to stay and witness what he was about to do. Kalen managed to contain his emotions until he lost sight of all the recruits. Getting up, Kalen walked over to the wall of the nearby warehouse, the one that had housed Yuzu's body. Letting loose all the emotions he had forced down, and all the reiatsu he had contained with them, he punched the wall as hard as he could.
"DAMMIT!" Kalen shouted as he slammed his bare fist into the wall. Kalen's Zanpakutō reacted to his anger in turn and became a towering pillar of flame. Kalen's hand hit the wall, his teeth clenched together and a tear rolling down his right cheek. The sound it made was that of shattering concrete, as cracks spread along the wall like a spider-web, causing several sections of the wall to fall down in large chunks. Part of the roof came down as well in the wake of Kalen's unhinged strike.
He was sick of it, all of it. The death, the pain, the feelings he had. He didn't know how to handle this crap. What was he supposed to do? He had spent all that time in the academy gaining strength so he could finally be of use to his friends. But all his power was useless! It didn't stop Jace and Iris from dying, he couldn't fight off diseases or sickness, and he couldn't bring the dead back to life! He couldn't do anything! All he had was that stupid flame that could only ever break things!
Kalen's anger, sadness, and all manner of emotions had blinded Kalen so completely that he had forgotten about Yuudai who was still standing there in the background. And he still hadn't noticed the attention his flaming Zanpakutō had attracted. He just wanted to break something.916/3966 79
Post by Kalen Tiriar on Feb 19, 2018 8:57:15 GMT -5
Kalen was thankful for the opportunity to distract himself from his task. Plus, catching up with Yuudai was the whole reason he had invited him to stay a while. That being said, there wasn't a whole lot of that battle that was impressive. Especially compared to Yuudai's feat. Sure, Kalen had used his battle to get the recruits respect before, but pretty much anything could impress them.
"Well, the monster I believe you ended up fighting ripped open a Garganta. I couldn't do anything to stop it, so it just flew overhead. Probably looking for you or the human," Kalen said, still pissed off that he didn't even get a shot off on that thing. "After that, the Garganta stayed open and a bunch of hollows came through. Instead of going after the big one, I opted to keep the hollow influx contained. After that, I pretty much just killed low-level hollows until backup arrived. The third division contained and closed the Garganta, and some of the fifth division hunted down the hollows that got through my defences. Then I got a medic to heal my wounds and went after the group of shinigami I pointed in your direction," Kalen continued, taking a breath and thinking of how to tell the next part of the story. "When I got there, two of them were dead. They were killed by that weird dome thing you guys were in. I tried using my shikai to burn my way through it, but it just went around my flames and stabbed me," Kalen said, still puzzled by why that smoke appeared to intentionally avoid his blade. "We then go orders to retreat while someone more capable was sent to finish the job," Kalen finished.
Kalen remembered that battle vividly not because of his deeds. He remembered it as the time he failed at his one job. He couldn't even keep a small hollow swarm without backup. Yuudai didn't need support to survive fighting the big hollow that Kalen couldn't even move in the presence of. Speaking of...
"I've been meaning to ask you how your fight with the big one went," Kalen said, turning the subject away from himself.365/3050 61
Post by Kalen Tiriar on Feb 17, 2018 23:17:54 GMT -5
It was about this time that Kalen noticed the change in Yuudai. Five years ago, Kalen couldn't imagine his friend speaking in such a grave manner. It was beginning to become clear just how much the plague had affected him. The damage was more than just tired eyes and a bad temper, the look on Yuudai's face was something else. He seemed to be concerned about what was waiting for Kalen in package 377. But was it concern, or was Yuudai afraid of what this may do to Kalen? Kalen couldn't quite tell, but he just couldn't bring himself to believe that Yuudai of all people could be afraid. Or perhaps Kalen was just refusing to believe it. After all, the plague would have had to be really bad to shake Yuudai that much, way worse than Kalen felt it was.
That thought just brought up too many fears and worries to consider. If the plague was truly that bad, why didn't Kalen feel worse than he did? Had he changed? Or was Kalen still the man he was five years ago? If the plague was terrible enough to strike fear into Yuudai, what kind of monster was Kalen for not feeling it as well?
Those were the questions and fears that kept Kalen sure that Yuudai was just being a good friend. A point reinforced when he began joking, though Kalen's confidence could have done without the more serious tone he took when talking about the past five years.
Then Yuudai said something that was so foreign to Kalen that he didn't know what to think. Over the past five years, only Yuudai had said that Kalen was strong. Even before that, Kalen was always the weak link. Yuudai's words made Kalen feeling something that he hadn't felt in far too long. So long in fact, that he couldn't quite place a word to the feeling. Happy? That just didn't sound right. Encouraged? That sounded more like it. Whatever the name for this feeling was, Kalen wanted to hold on to it. Which is why Yuudai's next words, warning that this job could possibly take what little strength he had away, shook him to the core.
The numbers in the bags were still only around the one to two hundred range. Which was alright with Kalen. He was no longer quite as interested in finding out what was in package 377.402/2685 53
Post by Kalen Tiriar on Feb 15, 2018 17:48:12 GMT -5
Kalen was glad to hear the large footsteps of his friend behind him, indicating that Yuudai wasn't too busy to catch up after all this time. When Kalen couldn't get his subordinates under control, Yuudai stepped in with a tone that Kalen had never heard him use before. Honestly, Kalen didn't know if the brat that was continuously disrespectful was brave or just stupid. He opted for the latter and gave it no more thought, but couldn't help but think that Yuudai was as tired of dealing with the sorry excuses for shinigami that the academy was spitting out as he was. All the same, Kalen appreciated the assist.
Kalen was finding himself in leadership roles more and more often. In a way, he had been unofficially promoted. While Kalen didn't have a true rank, nor was he a seated officer, something he found strange considering how few people around there were who could fill those positions, it was generally accepted that those who had been around the longest were the ones you listened to. So while Kalen wasn't technically the superior of the new recruits, he could usually convince them to do what he asked. It always helped when he got the label of "Supervisor", which gave Kalen actual power over the many, many brats he had been babysitting. Even so, Kalen sometimes preferred just following orders instead of giving them.
With work going along smoothly again thanks to Kalen's muscular companion, Kalen identified and torched another set of bodies. The numbers were coming out of order now, an indication that the third division had gotten lazy while stacking them and ended up just tossing them all in a pile. This was a rather normal behaviour, as it would go unnoticed until someone like Kalen came along and emptied the warehouse again.
Kalen then turned his attention back to his friend, who was trying to get back to their conversation. "You were saying that what you've been doing these past few years was a long story. As for me, my daily activities have usually been...well...corpse burning," Kalen said as he nodded his head back at the warehouse of bodies. Kalen hoped that Yuudai wouldn't be disturbed by his casual tone when talking about the mountain of dead shinigami he was charged with burning. He doubted it, death had been present every day of their lives for the past five years.
"It's kind of funny how I only get noticed when my powers are convenient to the higher-ups," Kalen joked, looking back at the flames. Kalen was one of the only people in the seireitei who could destroy reishi the way he did. Because of his unique talent, it was decided that, since whatever the plague was was most likely made of reishi, Kalen could eradicate it. which is why nearly every corpse resulting from the plague went through his flames before getting any kind of funeral. Nobody could afford even the possibility of the plague cultivating underground, and since it was never determined if the plague was viral or bacterial, or something else altogether, the best bet was to assure its eradication as best they could.
"Though sometimes I think I'd prefer it if I was never noticed. Doing the same thing every day is a fucking nightmare. Honestly, at this rate, I'll go insane even without the plague," Kalen said. It was meant as a joke, but even Kalen couldn't laugh at it. Before the silence got any more awkward, or worse, Yuudai call him out on his insensitive words, Kalen moved the topic to something else. "Ahem... This time is a bit special though. Apparently, there's something in this one that our superiors think I'll want to see. Took the time to write a note and everything," Kalen said as he pulled the letter out of his pocket, offering to let Yuudai read it.647/2283 45
Post by Kalen Tiriar on Feb 13, 2018 19:31:39 GMT -5
The bodies burned away, bags and clothes and all. They were a few feet apart each, allowing one of the recruits to sweep up the ashes without getting them mixed together. They'd then be put int ocontainers and sent off somewhere to be mailed to any of their remaining friends or relatives with a mass-produced letter of condolence. These containers were being piled up along the wall outside the warehouse, with a fresh line of bodies being lined up at the same time. It was a very efficient process, one that Kalen had had plenty of time to perfect. Kalen was just about to begin going along the line, lighting the bodies in his unique fire, when a familiar voice sounded behind him.
A bit startled, Kalen turned around. He got an idea of who it was simply by the pattern of speach, he only knew one person with a mouth like that. Turning around, Kalen was greeted with the bearded face that comfirmed his suspicions. "Well I'll be damned," Kalen thought to himself, a small grin breaking across his face. Kalen remembered this man vividly, he was the image that came to mind when Kalen thought of strength.
Kalen quickly turned back to the row of bodies, he had already listed their names and numbers. With a quick swing of his sword, he sent a crescent shaped wave of flames over the row, ignighting each body in order. "I'll be stepping away for a moment, carry on with your assigned tasks," Kalen said calmly to the band of recruits.
Kalen made a quick jog over to where the man he considered a friend was standing, all the way thing about how he would even begin this conversation. After all, they hadn't spoken in about four or five years, and even then they had only exchanged greetings before going about their duties. Kalen didn't know if Yuudai was expecting him to bark yes sir like a good soldier, or if their relationship had remained friendly even with all the shit that was going down. Did he apologize for being useless the last time they had been on a mission together, Kalen couldn't recall properly apologizing for his lack of ability.
In the end, Kalen decided to answer like he would have in the old days. "Hey Yuudai," Kalen said before coming into range where he could clearly see his old friend's face. "You look aweful," he blurted out in a joking manner. "It's been a long time, too bad we couldn't have met under more pleasent circumstances," Kalen said looking back at the bodies and the recruits. Kalen couldn't help but let his face slip to what could only be described as disgust as he saw the brats were already slacking off. Kalen decided to leave it for now, he and Yuudai didn't get to talk often so he thought to take the moment to catch up and talk. "So, what have you been up to while the world went to shit?" Kalen asked, he was glad that Yuudai hadn't gotten the plague. Thinking about it, Kalen doubted that anyone with a body like Yuudai's could ever get sick. Though this was no normal illness, so it was possible that normal immune systems didn't apply. After all, Kalen had lasted this long, and he didn't have even a third of the muscle Yuudai did.
Kalen started heading back over to his recruits to get the job back on track, motioning for Yuudai to follow him.585/1636 32
Post by Kalen Tiriar on Feb 12, 2018 20:45:40 GMT -5
Kalen opened the sliding door to his room. A soft breeze blew across the deck that shinigami recruit Kalen Tiriar's quarters opened to. Normally someone like him wouldn't get such a good room, that is, a room to themselves. But due to recent events, the previous tenant was no longer in residence. It was these same events that had caused the higher-ups to start making the soldiers sleep apart, especially those that had graduated the academy before everything went to shit, just to make sure they still had a few characters with potential in their ranks.
Kalen didn't know why he was surprised at the appearance of the outside world, the weather rarely changed here. The seireitei would remain in a contradictorily pleasant looking state, even given how dire their situation had become. Perhaps it was just because of the nature of the work he had been doing as of late. "Speaking of which," Kalen thought to himself as he closed the door and began getting ready for work. First, he dressed in the robes he despised so very much, the baggy sleeves once again acting as nothing but an annoyance. Next, he grabbed his zanpakuto, pulling it out of its sheath to check for rust as he was instructed. Nothing, not a single speck of rust that had supposedly been the cause of so much death. Sheathing his blade once again, Kalen picked up the mail containing the numbers he'd be working with today. To his surprise, today's orders came with a note addressed to him specifically. The letter read as follows... "Shinigami Kalen Tiriar,
Due to our lack of hands, today you'll be clearing out a warehouse belonging to the third division.
We understand that this is unorthodox, but as you can no doubt understand, we are stretched thin.
Additionally, we've received word that you may like to inspect one of the bags' contents personally.
The contents of interest will be in package 377. No further information has been given.
You will be in charge of a group of relatively fresh recruits, they will act as your clean-up crew.
That is all."
With a sigh, Kalen began walking down the once perfectly kept pathway, now worn down with cracks and weeds. Kalen soon found himself in front of the address located on the more formal side of the letter. It was small compared to what he had been doing. In fact, he had cleared out a larger one just down the street.
Kalen waited for his cleaners to arrive. The undisciplined brats kept him waiting a good ten minutes before finally showing their faces. Normally Kalen would have smacked each of them on the back of the head with his sword, but today he didn't have the patience or mental energy for that. Instead, he handed one of them the clipboard that had been waiting on the door and ordered the others to get to work. He didn't bother asking their names. after all, he probably wouldn't see them again. They'd be sent on mission ill-prepared or their zanpakuto would rust and they'd die.
When five packages had been laid out on the stone in a row, Kalen got to work. He walked over to the first one, unzipped the bag, and read the ID of the shinigami inside. "Number one. Tanaka, Aiko,". Seeing the one with the clipboard check the name off the list, Kalen went on to the second bag. "Number two. Ito, Kaori,". After the one with the list checked the name, Kalen moved on to the third, and fourth, and fifth. Once all the names had been verified, Kalen moved on to step two. "Blaze, Arathyx," Kalen said plainly. The energy that once engulfed that phrase had long since disappeared.
Kalen's zanpakuto lit up in its familiar blue flames. Kalen touched the blade to the open bags one by one, setting them aflame. He watched as they burned, making sure that nothing but their ashes would remain. Of the three recruits that had been put to work bringing out the bodies, only two were continuing to do so. The third was crying.
"This is wrong!" He said. These were our allies, they were somebody's friends. Shouldn't they be getting a proper burial!" He continued, looking at Kalen as if he expected him to agree. "We'll make sure the ashes get to their families," was the only thing he could say without lying completely. "All of these people are victims of the plague, the point of us being here is to ensure that anything that's left of that plague doesn't get out of these bodies..." Kalen was cut off by the recruit drawing their sword. "Bastard! It's heartless pricks like you that are the reason the world is going to hell!" The recruit shouted. Kalen sighed, there was always one. One that would go nuts over some ridiculous thing like tradition, or their own moral views. By this point, everyone was staring. This included some workers, citizens, and a few shinigami.
Kalen looked more closely at the recruit. Strangely, he didn't see any rust on the draw zanpakuto, which was usually the reason for this kind of outburst. This meant that this was just an upstart. Still, he had pissed Kalen off, so Kalen decided to put him in his place.
"If you think that I'm what's wrong with the world, then show it. If you can put a scratch on me with that sword of yours, then I'll go to the higher-ups and request permission to hold funerals for every shinigami in this warehouse," Kalen said with an irritated tone. He knew that they'd never actually approve that request, but that didn't matter. The point was to bait this upstart into fighting him. Looking at his sword, it was just the base level. No special design had been placed on it, meaning the likelihood of a Shikai was next to non-existent.
Without another word, the recruit charged, the bait worked perfectly. In a flash, Kalen had his zanpakuto out of its sheath and swinging. Effortlessly, Arathyx cut through the upstart's sword, sending the upper half of the blade flying a few yards away.
"Now then, back to work," Kalen ordered with a stern look in his eye, watching the recruit dejectedly get back to their job. 1051/1051 21
Post by Kalen Tiriar on Feb 12, 2018 19:14:27 GMT -5
Alright. I'll get it started after my thread with Yuudai gets up and running, as it will be the first chapter. Once that gets started and I think of a reason for our thread to happen we'll be good to go.
Post by Kalen Tiriar on Feb 11, 2018 22:13:24 GMT -5
Currently, Kalen doesn't see the need for power. He's always approached the cycle from an outside perspective and believes that fighting so you can grow stronger so that you can fight more is stupid. Since Ruby seems to enjoy fighting, perhaps they could show Kalen why this sort of endless cycle is necessary. Give him a reason to gain power.
Post by Kalen Tiriar on Feb 11, 2018 19:23:38 GMT -5
Kalen would also be happy to thread with Yuudai again. I don't know how Kalen would get Yuudai to be more sympathetic again being that Kalen has grown quite bitter himself. But I'd be happy to thread with Yuudai again nonetheless.
While Kalen doesn't have a particular love of fighting, but he doesn't have a problem with it either. I don't see why Kalen would have a problem following someone who enjoys fighting, after all, he is part of the fifth division.
Post by Kalen Tiriar on Feb 11, 2018 14:27:27 GMT -5
Kalen definitely has potential, he just doesn't realize it. If you mean talent as in above average natural ability, then it's tricky. Despite having very little in terms of raw power (his insecurities are pretty much the only thing keeping him from having this) he worked hard for his friends. what he lacks in "talent" he can easily make up for in hard work and dedication, provided he's motivated to do so.
Kalen does adhere to the chain of command. Though I wouldn't call him the best soldier. Growing up in the rukongai meant that he never really worried about manners, which is something he still has trouble remembering to pay attention to. He's also used to doing what he wants, though it's likely this trait has diminished in the wake of this most recent tragedy.
What do you mean by carnage? The dictionary definition is:
car·nage noun the killing of a large number of people.
slaughter, massacre, mass murder, butchery, bloodbath, bloodletting, gore.
If you do indeed mean it this way then I can't say he would be fond of following someone like that. If you're meaning "carnage" as in chaos and/or destruction then that's another thing. Kalen's own abilities can be quite destructive and, although he doesn't particularly enjoy breaking things, he doesn't' really mind. As long as nobody innocent is getting hurt, then destroying things is just fine with him.
Post by Kalen Tiriar on Feb 11, 2018 11:40:32 GMT -5
So now that the time skip has happened, I think it's about time to get down to business. I've decided to move all threads Kalen has been in thus far to a sort of prologue, and use the plague as a sort of inciting incident for his story. Meaning that this is the time where Kalen will start doing things that will truely have an impact on his character and the characters around him. With that being said, there are some things that will be required for this first arc to make sense in terms of storytelling.
When designing Kalen, I wanted him to be a character with a lot of potential but a very low self esteem. The intention was for him to be the sort of character archetype that doesn't know just how good he is. (I'm a little dissapointed in how this came across in my initial application, however I'm working on editing it so that this hopefully comes across a bit better). With that kind of personality, the plague event is going to have some very hevy implications.
For one: The last of Kalen's childhood friends are now dead. The ones who set him on this path and the ones who were really there for him are gone. Second: Many of the people in his division are dead. Mostly the npcs that Kalen would have known. And thrid: Possibly the most important part, Kalen was powerless to stop this from happening. He already felt usless before the plague. Now pretty much everyone he knew and cared about is dead and he's still here.
With those kinds of events happening, Kalen is defeated. He'd pretty much given up on everything, but can't bring himself to end it all. This has caused him to become quite irritable, especially when dealing with the sorry excuses for shinigami that are coming in. To see shinigami that are barely stronger than humans coming into his division and trying to replace the members that died, when Kalen barely got out of the academy himself, pisses him off to no end.
So with all that, what does Kalen need. What he needs for this first arc, this first thread in particular, is guidence. He needs a sort of friend/mentor figure outside of his zanpakuto to lean on. Someone to convince him to keep going and give him a reason to do so. This figure will need to be with Kalen for most, if not all, of his first arc. The untimate goal of this arc will to get Kalen over his low self esteem and pave the way for him to do bigger and better things.
As a side note, if anyone has a thread taking place during the plague that they think Kalen could/should be a part of (especially one centering around the fifth division) let me know. I'd love to have some threads about when everything is going to shit.
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.