Post by ezekielkatran on Apr 22, 2013 22:46:06 GMT -5
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breaking the habit
Ezekiel breathed in the night air, the scents of Karakura only slightly altered by the cigarette burning in his mouth. He didn't bother to pull off the lit cylinder of tobacco; it was only a cover. The Squad 12 spirit of innovation had led him to find ways of having Soul Candy at the ready inconspicuously, such as hiding a piece behind the filter of a human cigarette. One bite just past the filter and a quick hand motion, removing the cigarette from his mouth, and he would swallow the Soul Candy and leave his false body. An elegant solution, if he said so himself.
The way he had the Soul Candy at the ready, and the way he was walking around one of the biggest spiritual hotspots in the human world in a gigai at night, made it impossible for Ezekiel to disguise the fact that he was there looking for trouble. Though, in his case, it was more looking for a good subject to engage his curiosity. His experiments with Hollow masks had been intriguing, but he was forbidden from continuing them. Probably for a good reason, if the shinigami was completely honest with himself.
This still left Ezekiel with a problem. Aside from simple ideas like the Soul Cigarette in his mouth, Ezekiel was stuck. He needed something new to work on, a new theory to push and test. Preferably one that wouldn't almost drive him mad or kill him. Thus, his midnight stroll around Karakura in slacks, a labcoat, and glasses, looking for all the world like a vulnerable human. A sound from a nearby alley caught his attention, and he turned to look.
The way he had the Soul Candy at the ready, and the way he was walking around one of the biggest spiritual hotspots in the human world in a gigai at night, made it impossible for Ezekiel to disguise the fact that he was there looking for trouble. Though, in his case, it was more looking for a good subject to engage his curiosity. His experiments with Hollow masks had been intriguing, but he was forbidden from continuing them. Probably for a good reason, if the shinigami was completely honest with himself.
This still left Ezekiel with a problem. Aside from simple ideas like the Soul Cigarette in his mouth, Ezekiel was stuck. He needed something new to work on, a new theory to push and test. Preferably one that wouldn't almost drive him mad or kill him. Thus, his midnight stroll around Karakura in slacks, a labcoat, and glasses, looking for all the world like a vulnerable human. A sound from a nearby alley caught his attention, and he turned to look.
HAN: 9
REI: 9
HAK:6
SEI:5
BUK:7
HOH: 9
REI: 9
HAK:6
SEI:5
BUK:7
HOH: 9