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 Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 7:06 pm
(PM Ductape about it, then)
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 8:03 am
((Sorry, Sugar, the shop reopened like a couple days ago . . . no one knew it made a comeback.))
Sensei looked towards the door with a curious look on his face. The shop had been closed for years, only opening less than a week earlier . . . how could this random person know that he shop was open? Whatever.
"Shipments haven't come in yet, so my stock's limited. I can place an order for you later though. For now, it's story time!" he shot back at the newcomer with childish whimsy. Turning back to the party, Sensei carried on to answer Kintaro's question.
"Arrancar . . . the Spanish word meaning to tear off. These are hollows that have removed their masks, but I'll get to that process later.
"When a human dies, their soul separates from their body, but remains connected for a while by an ethereal chain. The chain links the person's heart to their body. As long as the connection remains, the person is still considered alive, and are able to be saved by Shinigami. Shinigami are what many call angels, who use a special process to send souls to 'heaven', known to us as Soul Society. So the aforementioned "ghosts" are souls that have yet to be sent to soul society by a shinigami.
"A human spirit runs the risk of becoming a hollow if they are deeply troubled by their spiritual existence. Their chains have been broken, and the anchor or a person's heart begins to wear away. Those lucky enough to have their souls sent to the society live forever in a world that's hard to even imagine for you kids. Others . . . wither and become Hollows-"
"Sensei . . . what about the hollows who weren't innocent . . . the first one we encountered at school wanted to kill us just to kill us," Kaosu asked, feeling a bit more relieved at the moment, which would mean that Stark was done struggling with himself.
"The hollows who kill without reason are those who did that in their former life . . . murderers, thieves, thugs, etc. The unfortunate ones kill to fill the void in their missing hearts; So as a rule . . . their first targets are those closest to them in life."
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 5:54 pm
“I remember there was this one kid at my school whose sister had died, the same hollow came after him over and over again. The hollow looked a bit feminine.” ketsueki said, “I’d assume that the hollow could have been his sister?”
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 5:58 pm
Sensei nodded, "Mm . . . very likely so. How did she die?" he asked. There were so many possibilities in these situations, he liked to be sure, just like any detective would. Besides that, the others seemed to need a bit more time to process everything he'd said so far, so he let them by talking more one on one with the youngest listener.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 6:09 pm
“He said she died in a car accident on her way to pit him up from a friend’s house,” Ketsueki replied to the question. “The police said she was speeding because she was running late, when she crossed the street the light turned red and a truck hit her car, tore the car in two.”
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 6:44 pm
(Whoops... Allow me the illusion?)
Callisto had popped another couple of breath mints in his mouth as he calmly listened to the shop owner talk about something called arrancar, and from the sounds of it, were probably stronger then your average hollow. He thought back to the hollow encounter at the Waterfront... One of the hollows present looked very human, possessed a hollow hole, and what looked to be bits of hollow mask sticking to his head. If that was the case, then arrancar didn't seem to be so frightening. "Seems like you guys have some grandi problemi. Why don't you form some kind of super friends kinda thing? You'd really be helping the community. Or you'd be running around like idiots in bed sheets fighting ghosts, but hey, a lot of superheros are idiots running around in bed sheets." He said calmly as he walked into the little room the group was currently occupying and sat down, most likely disturbing their little circle of planning. He really didn't care though, he expected some service from this shop, and since their inventory was low, he was going to eavesdrop and possibly bum a couple bucks or smokes, or until they chased him out with threats and fists.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 8:18 pm
Kintaro stepped in front of the new guy, the one saying they should make a group. He didn't know the kid, but he sensed something from him. He wasn't shinigami, nor Hollow, so he was curious. "What makes you think we want to do that?" Kintaro didn't like groups. Not. At. All.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 6:34 pm
jumping out of the dirt, although not dirty in the least. Earnest L. Finch finally caught up with the Italian. "Whatchya talkin' bout? Super friends?" he asked looking at the shop. "Piece a' s**t" he said looking at the old store.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 9:19 pm
"Um, excuse me sir. Sorry to interrupt, but how were Hollows created? I mean, they had to come from somewhere right? Or is it that humans naturally go through this process? If so, isn't there some sort of force to keep them in check so that they don't kill everyone," Azami asked while raising her hand sheepishly.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 12:57 pm
Kintaro suddenly grabbed his skull, his mouth gaping in a silent scream, as pain lanced through his mind. Pain like nothing he had ever felt before flashed through him, and the door in his mind slid a little more open. An image of a Shinigami appeared before him (in his mind), one he had never seen before. He had no idea that this shinigami was in fact Shadow of 5th Division, or anything about the man. Kintaro fell to his knees, grasping his head in agony, and his eyes flashed a molten-blue color.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 1:26 pm
Ketsueki looked over at the boy on the ground holding his head, she walk slowly over to him. She could sense the new presence that had just walked in. “hay, are you ok?” she asked him.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 7:33 pm
Earnest looked at the man grasping his head he began chuckling and reached into his pocket. "It'sall right boyah I got just the asprin for ya!" he said pulling out a bottle of southern comfert and a pistol. "You wan't regular or extra strength? hehe.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 4:06 am
Sensei was just about to answer Azami's question, when another so vile, so horrible entered his own shop . . . a freeloader . . .
Sensei grabbed his weapon from behind the counter and swung it over his shoulder, looking gravely at Earnest. The pause was enough to completely ruin the mood of the conversation. From bad to worse just as always.
"Out . . . "
His weapon was beyond imposing, a massive club much thicker than a human being, and sturdier than a mountain, a hunk of death that would intimidate anyone who saw it, especially when it was being lifted over an old man's head so effortlessly.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 4:18 am
‘This place is pretty busy, the presences of the people in this place aren’t the same as most people’s are,’ ketsueki thought as she knelt down beside the boy ignoring the other guy with a gun and the shop owner. “Hay, what’s wrong?” she asked wary at the new situation at hand. ‘Guns, clubs, what’s next a bow and arrow.’
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 12:32 pm
Lanfaer
Just as the boy touched him, Kintaro lept to his feet, backflipping into the air to land next to the owner. He was still in pain, but the fear of his powers affecting them was too great for him to let anyone touch him. "Don't. Touch. Me." He panted as he tried to regain his breath. The candy he had been eating had fallen out of his mouth during the first wave of pain. He clutched his head again, and seemed to hear something. "W...What?" he shook his head, trying to clear away the pain.
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