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 Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 6:38 pm
Shiro_Jinketsu "Ah! How rude of me... I am Hitsugaya Toshiro." Shiro said to her over the rain. Doing so, he bowed formally while still holding the umbrella over her head. He felt the rain soak up his dress shirt and tie. He stood back up and resumed his position under his umbrella. "At your service" He finished. Careful not to touch her he nodded toward the streets where there were several people walking, some running. All to places that were away from this horrible weather. Leading Sara toward the open roads where she would feel more comfortable, Shiro made sure that he did not come off as a man with sexual desires for saving her. He called for a taxi and allowed Sara to climb in first. Putting away his umbrella he followed her in and told the driver the direction to a local American restaurant.
Inside the car, Shiro smelled the putrid smell of tobacco. Mixed with the company of drenched clothing that was emitted off both of him and Sara. He couldn't help but notice she looked at him a few times. He could easily tell from her perplexed look that she had many questions that were in her mind. "What's on your mind?" Shiro asked her in a low voice. He was careful not to speak loud enough for the driver to hear.
She shifted uncomfortably. The cab, though close with its musky scent, was warm. Her wet clothes stuck to her skin and to the worn leather seating. "I-- Do you ever get a feeling of deja vu?"
The feeling was common for her. Especially in the past few months. Suddenly there were faces in the city she could have sworn she knew. She would start looking for them, but the minute she focused on a face, they would blend into a crowd and the odd feeling would leave her. Sometimes, too, she would get a feeling that she was actually searching for someone in particular. That she could never find this someone would often distress her to the point of hysteria. But that had only happened once or twice. It was somewhat troubling that Toshiro was dredging up memories like that, though.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 7:22 pm
Shiro looked at her hard for a long time before turning away. Every second he spent with this woman he formed more and more questions. It started to become annoying. He recalled in certain religions the process of reincarnation. A dying human, would reincarnate in another body that would be born. "You mean... right now?" Shiro asked her.
The car finally slowed to a halt as Shiro looked outside to confirm the location. He pulled out his wallet and paid the man the dues before opening his umbrella and holding it outside the door, where he carefully stepped out and turned toward Sara, holding out his hand. He waited for her to climb out. The rain started to let up as Shiro scanned the area for any sort of trouble that would arise and bother them.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 8:02 pm
"Um... Yeah, actually," Sara took his proffered hand with only a second's hesitation. The way he scanned the street, eyes sharply searching for signs of trouble, made her feel even more relaxed in his company and she was greatful for that. It wasn't often she felt totally at ease.
"You just... I don't know. I thought maybe I might have seen you before or something," Sara said, not really meeting Toshiro's eyes. "It's wierd. I can't always trust what I see, you know. I--"
I'm addicted to PCP and it gives me hallucinations. Smooth. Had she really been about to say that to him? Maybe she was too relaxed.
"I don't know," She said again after a pregnant pause.
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 11:07 am
Shiro thought carefully of what to say to her. The more time he spent with her, the more he believed this was Rhia. Walking inside of the restaurant, he was greeted happily by the hostess as he asked her for a more private setting. Being led to the back, they entered a room that was away from the main dining area. It was where they sat down as the hostess happily took the coat off of Sara and stored it for them. As she handed out the menu, she began to explain the nights specials before parting onto her other tables. Shiro turned to Sara opened his mouth to speak, then closed. He took a full 5 seconds before speaking again. "So... I bet you have a few questions to ask me. I'll be sure to answer all of them to the best of my ability. Though... it wall be my turn to ask questions afterward. Understood?"
Before waiting for her to confirm or decline, Shiro began to speak immediately. "So you say you've seen me before? Though, you don't know where and how. You say you can't always trust what you see. Though, you experience that deja vu when you met me. Is that correct? Am I accurate so far?" He asked her. Realizing that he allowed her to speak first, he still needed clarification from this woman.
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 2:39 pm
"That about sums it up," Sara mumbled into her menu. She'd propped it open so it half hid her face and she pretended to look at it with intense interest. The entrees blurred together. She wasn't really looking. She glanced back up at Toshiro and the image that resolved itself in front of her eyes was not of the mild-mannered boy in a damp dress shirt and tie. Her eyes flickered down to his hip, expecting to find--
She blinked, and the image was gone, replaced by the Toshiro she'd met not twenty minutes before. She lowered her menu an few inches, revealing the rest of his face. His image stayed as it should, but she left the menu poised where it was.
"That was a question, though," Sara pointed out. "Several, actually. I think that means you owe me one. So, I just want to know, why did you... help me?" Because I don't think I'm worth helping.
She'd wanted to ask, "why did you save me," but the wording was off. I can't be saved, she thought, a wry grin twisting her lips. Or maybe I just don't want to be. That seemed more accurate.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 1:57 pm
Shiro silently waited for a long time with his eyes closed before opening them before he peered down to his already open menu. "Because I once lost a teacher... A dear friend as well..." He started before scanning the menu. He set it down and gave Sara a long hard look. "She looked just like you." He finished before looking away. At that time, the waiter finally came with some water before asking them if they wanted to start with their ordering first. Shiro looked at Sara, indicating that she went first. It was the proper etiquette. He waited for her answer as he silently placed his napkin on his lap with the flaps folded away from him.
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 5:16 pm
(Sorry it took so long, I couldnt find karakura town)
For a sec black lines where all that could be seen in the blue sky. It seemed like the shinigami had entered with a flashstep but instead he used raw power to move fast enough to instantly close a huge gap of space inbetween him, seemingly disappearing from sight. By collecting and solidifying Reishi beneath his feet, Haishiro gained traction on thin air in the sky to keep him from falling down to the active town of karakura. The chain connected to his sternum, like a lost soul, made a similiar sound to wind chimes as a gust of air blew right through him. Making his long messy hair shift into his eyesight, he lightly used his left hand to brush it to the side.
In with his entrance, was a tyrannical presence, but was also confusing to his appearance when he was grinning at making a origami with only using one hand. Channeling some reiatsu into the papered dove with each fold, it shined a luminous white light like a glow stick, and Haishiro had actually gave it life as it flew off, disspearing into the clouds.
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 5:34 pm
(Nuh Problemo!)
Now finally seen again, Saki was happily skipping along the roofing complexes outlining the center of Karakura Town. He was, obviously, chasing the three rather odd-looking hollows jumping from building to building and scaling the structures crazily. Wasn't long before he'd trailed them to a rather large complex, using his speed technique to appear sliding before them. In the center of the roof was a circled "K", signaling this might have been a specially customized helicopter port. In the business district, these were more apparent then anywhere else. Good places to stop the threats! "And.. Goodnight!" Smirking, his image faded and the beast grew limp. As there drifting frames came closer and closer to the ground, there limbs stayed up. An arm and a leg, shishcabobbed and dripping blood down the blade's edge, wisping and dripping onto the boy's pullover. The other two limbs were under Saki's free arm, dripping and whatnot. The legs had dispersed it would seem. "Streak.." Laughing to himself, he dropped the limbs and flicked the other parts from his blade.
At the moment he'd went to congratulate himself, a new presence entered the area. Some awkward entity had just flashed into Saki's radar, his PDA buzzing to say the spiritual pressure patterns in the immediate area were on the edge. This was a special thing he'd had on his hybrid Shinigami phone, preset to alert him when Shinigami were near. As a rogue, he had to stay clear most of the time.. That or kill'em. He wasn't one for slaughtering, but at times some brave idiots attempted to cut the childish looking teenager up! This guy was just a normal one on the radar, but appeared in an instant.. Not many Shinigami knew the shunpo speed technique from his memory, and this one might be unique! Wasting no time, his body became an amorphous blur, his body drifting closer and closer to the new presence. "Whats up!" A good three yards behind the man, Saki sat crouched on one knee. Standing to reveal his rather childish and small stature, he waved sincerely.
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 6:43 pm
With his eyes closed, everything from Haishiro was betrayed as indolent when Haishiro replied back to the shinigami "Well can’t really say the sky since where already in it." Haishiros careless nature that spewed from his personality was just a phase though. His orange reiatsu became very murky and it was because his sword hadnt been released in awhile. This was because taihoko, haishiros spirit, wanted to fight. Haishiro would always let his sword choose his opponents if they were worthy and he would only know who to pick because the color of his reiatsu would become darker like a moon ring, but Haishiro couldn’t tell if Taihoko was picking him because he was caged in and needed to fight or this shinigami was a experienced fighter. Haishiro only thought they where worlds apart and needed to see if this was true. "Do you mind if we have a large spar shinigami?" Still not turning around he could easily tell the boy was a shinigami and by calling him one without a glance of his uniform or a scan of his reiatsu, would let him know he was a worthy opponent as well. Resting his left hand on top of his shoulder Haishiro waited for a reply.
Opening his eyes, the orange iris stood out and glistened as the sun hit them. As Haishiro was waiting for a reply he started to let his mind wonder about the origami he had made. Envying it for its flight of freedom wishing it was him who was renting the skies. Maybe im not free because I didn’t put enough mayonnaise in my sandwich. Haishiro thought allot about his theory. After all he was only daydreaming, but this freedom that he longed for was his oasis and everyone had there own place of refuge that they harbor. Whether it be a world without fighting, a world with fighting, or the balance inbetween them. Haishiro was tired of sleeping with one eye open and the world he wanted was just a world of meditation. Where people fought with there minds. Going into deep thought, he probably wouldn’t even hear the shinigamis answer to have a brawl with him or not.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 1:33 pm
"Sure! The fact that you asked politely instead of head-on attacking states you do have some difference from the normal Shinigami.." Smiling halfheartedly, he peered onward at the odd man. Judging from his physical appearance, and body language he'd gathered enough to say this guy was in fact odd. He seemed to be wandering, without ever leaving his physical location. Saki was familiar with this, doing it in a more obvious way then this subtle form he'd watch at the moment. To go into more detail, one could tell when he daydreamed and for how long.. usually twenty seconds, that being enough time to lose sight of what's going on. Following this action, he would find a new thing to re-occupy himself! He didn't expect the man across from him to follow his procedures ,but he didn't really care about that in the least bit. He requested a 'Brawl' and he'd get one.. now! "Letsstart!"Speaking fast, he flew forward in a brutal charge. By the time he came half the distance his small blade was drawn.. Blurring upwards, downwards, diagonally and stabbing every so often! The child was willing to take his opponent off guard, blinding them with a large array of disturbingly swift strikes. He was deciding to be relentless for the start, testing his opponents skill and reaction timing. He was sure his onslaught would hurt the guy. At least not on a killing level.. More like random fatality strikes!
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 2:11 pm
Haishiro could feel the killing intent rise and it only took that much to wake him from his train of thought. It’s predictable that he would attack me while I wasn’t looking. I just needed to know when, and the shinigami finished that part for me when he gave it away through the quickness of his words and the tone of his voice when he said Letsstart!.With no effort at all haishiro lazily reached for the grip of his sword, unsheathing it 1/3 of the way he used it as a mirror to see behind him. He could see all the slashes the shinigami was sending towards him. Looking at the reflection of the shinigami in his sword he moved to the left to dodge the first slash and used that time of his movement, to turn around and deflect the other slashes, while only holding his zanpakuto with one arm. Even though the shinigami came at Haishiro with a sloppy coordination of slashes Haishiro did his best to harmonize his zanpakutos blade with the tip of the shinigamis zanpakuto. When Haishiro got through all the slashes he finally spoke "First, you havnt even told me your name." and Haishiro thought that was very rude. "Second, we are not enemies. Therefore, we should always bow before we start to fight."
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 2:25 pm
"That some Shinigami law now..?" Giggling, he parried off from his opponent, sheathing the weapon in a swift curved motion. Across the small of his back went the blade, horizontally into its sheath just above his rear. Standing firmly on the air, he wiped his forehead. "..Sure sure! I'm Saki.. Saki Hyotoru..! Heard my name in any of your reports lately..? Rogue Shinigami.. Five, two..? Small Zanpakuto, seen wearing a pull over hoodie on multiple occasions. Little warning sign sa-.. Nah, whatever!" Having been looking at his fingers to count off what he'd read from the newsletters, he would suddenly give a thumbs up. "No need to give an introduction really!" Chuckling he would bow forward for a second, rising then proceeding to unsheathe his weapon a second time. "Your turn mister." Holding it towards the ground carelessly, his stood awaiting the man's response.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 2:52 pm
(EDITED)
"My name is Haishiro Imitsu no I haven’t heard of you that much but have you seen any origamis laying around the soul society there from me, but I really dont think-----" As haishiro started to reach into the middle of his statement he randomly doze off and fell into a deep sleep. Animated Z's floated above his head from small to capitalize. Talking about himself always made him fall asleep because he really didnt think of himself much. The invisible platform Haishiro stood upon faded from underneath his feet. He began to fall down into karakura's highway. The sound of his cloths whisking through the wind at highspeeds, was what woke him up as he caught himself. Slowly waking up, still free falling, he scratched his head, then yawning and at the end of his yawn he started to smack. Instantly stopping a few inches from the concrete. When he finally gained conscousness he was sort of surprised and confused to where he was. Stepping onto the closed highway he told saki to come down where he was.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 3:03 pm
Smiling, Saki's right arm lay outstretched to it's entirety. Palm open, reishi began to circulate like petals appearing in the breeze. His image wasn't yet fully tangible, but getting there as he appeared extremely close to the man. "That was weird.. But, your lucky you woke quick.. I was planning this for your limp body." With that, his image was covered by the brunt of his attack. Near instantaneously, the small ball closed in on itself, resulting in an air-suctioning boom. In a loud 'Woom', the pressure-like force burst forth ready to dent the man's body, uplifting the highway and spreading debris upon release. Using his occupied hand, Saki slashed upwards but to his side as not to aim for Haishiro. The blade's motion seemed to exert stray particles from its flat edge. These slow followers glided up wistfully to the blade, showering it with the atmosphere's natural spiritual force. In a flash of Hirenkyaku, Saki headed for his attack's outcome. Wether the man was ready or not, he'd have this newer onslaught to handle. "Don't go to sleep again!" Slashing only once as a follow-up, his blade was thrown out in a crescent path. No blast came out as expected.. Only a mimicking solid path to follow the enhanced strike.
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