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 Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2006 11:52 am
One of the worst districts in all of Soul Society, Kusajishi is best known for its gangs, bars, and rough-housing inhabitants. Some of the worst possible people can be found here, going about their devious activities. One needs to watch their step, when in Kusajishi. Nothing about this district is 'safe'.
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 10:07 pm
Ugu swaggered into the bar and plopped himself on a stool at the bar. His seven foot tall body bent over as he slammed his head into the wooden table. He let out a mournful sigh as he raised his massive left hand. An equally massive cup of ale then went from the bartender to the shinigami giant. He raised his head only for a moment to take a sip of the brew.
The shinigami then let his head hit the table, again. He was an unranked member of the first squad. Completely unimportant and completely ignored. Nothing about him mattered to the higher ups, nor did he possess anything worth to any one else. A normal everyday shinigami in a world filled to the brim with them.
He. Was. Unimportant. There was no justification to his existence. All he had was a sword, a number, and a dirty shinigami robe. His clan name was worthless, since nothing ever came from it, and his name was rarely remembered. The only people who ever remembered his name were students and the insane. If he died right now no one would remember him. Absolutely no one.
Then a tap on the shoulder made the giant aware of his surroundings once more. His head turned to look upon a fairly mean looking local, whom seemed to be pissed about something. "Yes?" Ugu asked, curious to what the man wanted.
"Y'r 'im mah zeat," the man said, with a pseudo lisp curtailed with a vernacular fit for a magic toadstool. "Yer-in-mah-seat," the man repeated, while getting really close to Ugu's left ear.
Ugu Zenmaru turned his head and returned to his 'heads down' position. He didn't care about the small man. It was only a seat. However, the man thought more highly of the seat than his life when he pulled out a knife. The vagabond attempted to stab the giant shinigami right beneath the shoulder.
[Attack: +6]
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Humbra rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 10:08 pm
((.. The roll... :Sweat:..))
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Humbra rolled 3 20-sided dice:
11, 9, 10
Total: 30 (3-60)
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 10:22 pm
Ugu's left hand went down to his waist and pulled forth Egeus from his sheath. The sword swished upward against the small dagger, pushing it away from his shoulder, and away from him entirely. Zenmaru slid from his stool to move from the nearly indefensible 'drunk man' position to his full height. He towered over the brigand.
[Dodge: +32]
With his sword in his left hand, the large shinigami swung Egeus at the vagabond's neck. It was a simple, single downward swipe. The sword would most likely splash through the being's neck- leaving a massive stain on the wooden floor boards.
[Attack: +29]
The sword hit the neck of the man. It pierced the flesh, and sent a large thunderous spurt of blood toward the bartender.
[Dodge: +11]
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Humbra generated a random number between
18 and 39 ...
22!
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 10:23 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 10:35 pm
[HP: 20 - 22 = -2]
The body of the assailant fell over. Ugu's eyes looked down at the unclean cut. Blood was all over the floor, but the man he swung at wasn't dead. Paralyzed, completely halted, and decimated.. But not dead. He turned to the bartender and spoke, "Get him some bandages. My blade is clean so you will not need to worry about cleaning his wound." The shinigami turned from the bartender, then, to go toward the exit of the bar.
Before leaving he tossed a small coin onto the half-dead man. Ugu hoped that the spirit would use it in the near future. He flicked his blade, removing it of the blood of the freshly downed, and slid Egeus into its sheath.
He first few steps into the sun were blinding. After a few moments of getting used to the light, though, he was on his way toward Sereitei. However, as he walked the lanes of muck and rot, he thought about how he completely lacked any meaning. All he had done, from the academy to now, was train. Train for what, though? It wasn't like he was getting anywhere, and there were no ranks to be won. There was nothing to push him to become stronger.
'I lack passion,' he thought to himself as he passed a lamp post. 'I lack the drive to improve. I don't have a goal right now..' Zenmaru sighed as he continued on in his trek toward the tall towers on the horizon.
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