everyone has their demons 01 | [shi'kuyo]

Seishiro finally clambered on up behind Sh'Kuyo into the Senkaimon. There was a reek to them, the sort of stench that nobody but the most stalwart sailor could withstand a courtesy whiff of. Had there been a dead whale bloated in the ocean around them? How bad were the humans at managing that sort of thing, anyways? Whales beaching everywhere these days. Maybe that's what all those whale poacher shows are trying to say. He heard a few pieces of what he presumed to be seashells falling from his form when he realized sea shells only washed up near the shore... they were in the vast open seas not five seconds ago. What's falling off of me? His mask suddenly came to mind, and he grabbed at it to check. Sure enough, it was beginning to chip and splinter, crumbling away where it had been weakened.

" Curse the Tokomaru's and their rocky foreheads. I think we might have broken the mask. " With a flexing of his fingers he tried to replenish the item through reiryoku, to see if his influence could somehow regenerate it. It did manage to cover up the mess, but whether or not it would remain structurally intact was a mystery for another day. It was time now to go eat and drink. Oh, and apparently I have a lot of saved up currencies. This should be a welcomed respite from Hueco Mundo.

" I'm heading to the Rukongai Districts soon as I can. Going to pay my dear old friend a visit. And the local herbal retailer, if he's still in the game. " Yeah, Soul Society had its underground to. Seishiro loved to socialize with this underground, as he was a people person himself and could not bring it on himself to discriminate against others based on backgrounds and heritage. I am some base-born bastard myself, am I not? The question had never been answered to him properly, and Seishiro intended to rectify that error. Now that he was back, he could investigate his heritage further, as he had intended to do in his past.

So many destinies, so little time.