Post by Drake Mitibuki on Dec 20, 2009 2:04:35 GMT -5
Fresh out the academy the Superstitious Shinigami, Iracaj Kcirder, walked along the dirt road to the town Inn center. It was fairly sunny, few clouds graced the atmosphere as a tough glow hung over the area. Dusk and dim it looked as if it would rain a little bit later. This didn't concern Iracaj, all that mattered at this moment was himself and his companion, ____. He hadn't really given it a name yet, they just knew each other by connection. It rested itself comfortably on Iracaj's head, it's blackish appearance and bubbly nature made people stop and stare.
They all looked on with a worried expression, even other fighters and civilians gave him a double take. Mistaking it for a demon in the large town. But Iracaj didn't shutter, he walked on with his dull emotionless expression. His feet automatically avoiding all cracks on the ground in fret of 'breaking his mothers back'.
The lax black entity on his head put it's stubby hand up to his forehead and looked around muttering a soft, "Mibs..." Iracaj turned, his all black Shinigami attire, Shihakush yielded to his movement. It was then he stood face to face to a tall brut. The man was oversize and seemingly stupid.
"Hey freak, what is that there on your head. A demon?" He said with ignorance, spit splashing from his gaping mouth and his height towering about a foot over Iracaj. That black entity looked up with wide eyes, several 'Mibs'' escaped it's mouth though Iracaj didn't respond so quickly. Instead a look of absence trouble his expression, then after sometime had passed the man spoke again, "Aint' ya' hear? I said you walking around with a stupid demon on your shoulders. Let me get rid of it." The man said unsheathing his sword.
It was at this moment Iracaj spoke with a tone of security, "Your stepping on a crack, you know what that means don't cha'?" The man looked on with a confused look, his sword drawn, he raised it above his head. His tall stature making him block out the sun, and for that split second Iracaj felt at home. He felt at ease, the sun's rays shut out and himself in what seemed like total darkness. The black entity disappeared in the black out, Iracaj's Zanpaktou materialized in his hands and with a quick swipe before the man could lower his blade, Iracaj had struck him in the arm, cutting a tendon and making his arm drop. With the fall of his mighty arm came down his sword which fell with a loud thud.
Civilians and the like looked on at what happened, the sun light breaking through the absence of brut's body, he stumbled back. Iracaj walked on as he did so and cry out as blood littered the ground. That blackish fiend made it's way back to Iracaj's head and got comfy once again. "You'll break your mothers back." Iracaj told him.
And with that he walked on, that episode only briefly halting Iracaj's progression he finally made his way to the towns inn center only to be surrounded by a few guards. "Criminal, we need you to come with us." Iracaj didn't struggle, his Zanpaktou disappeared from his grasp with a shutter of his Reitsu. It seemed he was automatically labeled as this criminal. What had he exactly done...He was baffled.
Just what was in store for him?
They all looked on with a worried expression, even other fighters and civilians gave him a double take. Mistaking it for a demon in the large town. But Iracaj didn't shutter, he walked on with his dull emotionless expression. His feet automatically avoiding all cracks on the ground in fret of 'breaking his mothers back'.
The lax black entity on his head put it's stubby hand up to his forehead and looked around muttering a soft, "Mibs..." Iracaj turned, his all black Shinigami attire, Shihakush yielded to his movement. It was then he stood face to face to a tall brut. The man was oversize and seemingly stupid.
"Hey freak, what is that there on your head. A demon?" He said with ignorance, spit splashing from his gaping mouth and his height towering about a foot over Iracaj. That black entity looked up with wide eyes, several 'Mibs'' escaped it's mouth though Iracaj didn't respond so quickly. Instead a look of absence trouble his expression, then after sometime had passed the man spoke again, "Aint' ya' hear? I said you walking around with a stupid demon on your shoulders. Let me get rid of it." The man said unsheathing his sword.
It was at this moment Iracaj spoke with a tone of security, "Your stepping on a crack, you know what that means don't cha'?" The man looked on with a confused look, his sword drawn, he raised it above his head. His tall stature making him block out the sun, and for that split second Iracaj felt at home. He felt at ease, the sun's rays shut out and himself in what seemed like total darkness. The black entity disappeared in the black out, Iracaj's Zanpaktou materialized in his hands and with a quick swipe before the man could lower his blade, Iracaj had struck him in the arm, cutting a tendon and making his arm drop. With the fall of his mighty arm came down his sword which fell with a loud thud.
Civilians and the like looked on at what happened, the sun light breaking through the absence of brut's body, he stumbled back. Iracaj walked on as he did so and cry out as blood littered the ground. That blackish fiend made it's way back to Iracaj's head and got comfy once again. "You'll break your mothers back." Iracaj told him.
And with that he walked on, that episode only briefly halting Iracaj's progression he finally made his way to the towns inn center only to be surrounded by a few guards. "Criminal, we need you to come with us." Iracaj didn't struggle, his Zanpaktou disappeared from his grasp with a shutter of his Reitsu. It seemed he was automatically labeled as this criminal. What had he exactly done...He was baffled.
Just what was in store for him?
