JULY 9, 2014.
Post by ASHTON ARTERIUS on Dec 27, 2013 14:35:03 GMT -5
The overwhelming stench of death flooded the raining night sky of Cairo, Egypt like a fallen dam, while the sensation of loss and despair weighed upon the inexperienced Shin'ō Academy students with immeasurable force. Raindrops cascaded down upon the chaotic bridge, bombarding the swerving cars of the Egyptian citizens, and more prominently, onto the bloodied corpses of the Shinōreijutsuin instructors. And consequently, instinct overcame a majority of the Shinigami trainees. In the midst of the turmoil, a collective of thirty-six students raced down the left side of the highway, jumping on top of and over various automobiles in order to avoid utter eradication. The coldness of combat immaturity left their bones at a pathetic brittleness, and the unease of imminent death consistently jingled their anatomical structures like a gong harassed.
The few that did have the courage to look back witnessed spiritual monstrosities ready to consume the souls-in-training in order to prolong their own life. The dozens of hollows varied in sizes and strengths, swarming the highway with a tunnel vision akin to the undead; smashing vehicles and tossing them aside into the corresponding body of water. Damage began to corrupt the bridge like a plague unknown, and more Shin'ō blood began to leak into the pavement of the construct. More and more devilish spirits caught up with the fleeing trainees, driving their claws into their flesh like butter. No matter how far they ran, not matter how fast they ran, there seemed to be nowhere to run from the horror scene.
And yet, above answered the distress signal of hope. With celerity imbued in their very DNA, a handful of the retreating students drove their eyes up to witness a gateway penetrate realm of the humans with a casual elegance, opening ever so gently to reveal an emanating, almost blinding illumination. Behind that ominous light was the bright outline of a tall male figure, the light dissipating gradually to expose a red-haired god of death adorning the association’s issued garbs with a black fur amongst the collar. Yet more notably, the fierce man equipped a maliciously pretentious grin and possessed eyes as cold and dead as a corpse.
But to the students of the scene? The malicious figure was hope.
“That’s a lot of death,” the Nanabantai Shinigami expelled calmly with a chuckle, his feet stepped onto the air and his eyes surveyed the scene nearly fifty meters below his feet. Crossing his arms amongst his modestly revealed pectorals, the male would angle his head to the left and right before comically imitating the souls whom issued the assignment, “We’ll send you back-up! They’ll be right behind you!”
Of course, even with his limiter, whomever was tasked with accompanying him was probably unnecessary.
The few that did have the courage to look back witnessed spiritual monstrosities ready to consume the souls-in-training in order to prolong their own life. The dozens of hollows varied in sizes and strengths, swarming the highway with a tunnel vision akin to the undead; smashing vehicles and tossing them aside into the corresponding body of water. Damage began to corrupt the bridge like a plague unknown, and more Shin'ō blood began to leak into the pavement of the construct. More and more devilish spirits caught up with the fleeing trainees, driving their claws into their flesh like butter. No matter how far they ran, not matter how fast they ran, there seemed to be nowhere to run from the horror scene.
And yet, above answered the distress signal of hope. With celerity imbued in their very DNA, a handful of the retreating students drove their eyes up to witness a gateway penetrate realm of the humans with a casual elegance, opening ever so gently to reveal an emanating, almost blinding illumination. Behind that ominous light was the bright outline of a tall male figure, the light dissipating gradually to expose a red-haired god of death adorning the association’s issued garbs with a black fur amongst the collar. Yet more notably, the fierce man equipped a maliciously pretentious grin and possessed eyes as cold and dead as a corpse.
But to the students of the scene? The malicious figure was hope.
“That’s a lot of death,” the Nanabantai Shinigami expelled calmly with a chuckle, his feet stepped onto the air and his eyes surveyed the scene nearly fifty meters below his feet. Crossing his arms amongst his modestly revealed pectorals, the male would angle his head to the left and right before comically imitating the souls whom issued the assignment, “We’ll send you back-up! They’ll be right behind you!”
Of course, even with his limiter, whomever was tasked with accompanying him was probably unnecessary.
CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GS
Deep within' his study slim fingers flipped the casual pages of one of the many novels Soul Society had to offer. “God hath given you one face, and you make yourself another." The quote's irony summoned half a smile from the vice captain, though it was soon interrupted by the sound of a rapid knocking at his door. "Come in," he said casually, his smile fading as he saved his spot and returned it to the shelf, The seventh seat, a man he knew not by name but of face, hit his knees to the floor immediately and bowed his head. The act of which wasn't abnormal when addressing one of a higher rank in the hierarchy yet what he was concerned about was the rush he appeared to be in. "What is it?" Nathaniel asked sharply, turning to face the new entry. "V-Vice Captain! My apologies, but an urgent report has come in demanding the immediate response and deployment of two vice captains to the world of the living!"
