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Post by Jin Hoshigawa on Aug 13, 2013 11:08:21 GMT -5
There was an eerie silence in the building. Jin had opened an organization, an organization that was tired of being oppressed, an organization that wanted the same rights as the others. He wanted to be who he wanted, and not have to feel shame because of it. He was of course talking about the "White hair, Don't care" organization. This org was created by Jin Hoshigawa to give comfort to the other white haired members of soul society that felt like they were being bullied for being different.
Yet, no one had shown up. He knew he sent the hell butterfly, but if he needed to drag everyone here, he would. He had his first target in mind; a young shinigami that was being oppressed by his fellow shinigami. He wasn't going to stand for it. He stood up, holding a hell butterfly and speaking softly into it. "So, each one of you white haired shinigami...silver too, it's close enough...Come to the meeting. I know you're being oppressed by your fellow shinigami. if I need to drag you to your healing, I will!" Finally finished with his healing speech, Jin sent the butterfly off to each candidate. Except one.
Shiro was his first target, and Jin was just going to grab him and bring him here. He didn't need to send him a hell butterfly...not to mention he might try to hide from his healing. After exiting the doorway, Jin shunpoed quickly. He needed to get to his friends, he needed to save them from their sadness. Grinning wildly as he entered the gates to the thirteen division, a wild laughter left his lips. "Oh Shirooooo~ I know you're here!" Pin pointing his location, Jin shunpoed beside the young shinigami.
"I know you're sad...come with me and join the "White hair, Don't Care Association." Jin's eye twitched as his little friend refused. "Don't let their oppression get you down. Fight it. Come heeeeeaaaaaalllll." Grabbing the young man wasn't an issue, and in one fell swoop he picked him up, plopped him onto his shoulder, and shunpoed away toward the Association Barracks. "Good lad...now, tell me how they oppressed you!"
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Post by Shiro Tsukioka on Aug 14, 2013 23:06:24 GMT -5
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"Oh Shirooooo~ I know you're here!"
"Huh?" Shiro looked around warily when he heard his name called. The voice was unfamiliar; it wasn't someone he knew. He didn't think it was someone from his squad, even. Whoever it was had been laughing, too. Shiro wondered why. It was a tad unsettling.
Before he had much more time to ponder, there was a tall, white-haired Shinigami beside him. Given the white haori he wore, Shiro could tell that this was a captain, though he couldn't remember which squad he was from. He had no idea why the captain of another squad would come to see him. At the offer that the captain proposed, Shiro's expression went blank. "White hair, don't care?" Was this a joke? "No... that's all right," he said at first. It felt wrong to turn down a request from a captain, but this association of his seemed a little off. Not to mention, he never really got made fun of for his hair colour. No one really cared about that. "Oh no, I'm not sad or any--" Shiro's words were cut off when the captain grabbed him. "W-wait...!" He tried to twist away but the captain was already shunpo'ing away. "Where are you taking me?!"
A couple minutes later, the two were in a building Shiro had never seen before. "No one is oppressing me..." Shiro said shortly afterwards, looking down at the ground awkwardly. He was a bit nervous, having been dragged off to this unfamiliar place by a captain. What exactly did he want? Even now, this white hair association seemed a bit ridiculous. |
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Post by Kakashei Haruko on Aug 14, 2013 23:51:13 GMT -5
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"I now begin to question if the others are speaking about me behind my back. I have yet to hear someone insult me on my hair color, but a lot of things can be said behind a person's back. But then again, I honestly don't care." he said in thought while turning down a corner. Sensing the reiatsu of Jin, he came to a quick hault. Looking towards the barracks of Squad Ten, his gaze narrowed as he saw the other captain dragged out a subordinate. The two quickly vanish with the use of shunpo, which wasn't a bad idea right now. He was honestly just walking around until he sense out the reiatsu of the other captain, but following him was much more easier.
Shunpo'ing to a empty building, he took a moment to examine the area before approaching the building. Dropping down from the building across from the organization Head Quarters. He slowly approach the building while keeping his ears perk to what was being said inside the building. Once he approach the door, his eyes centered onto the subordinate on the ground and the captain standing over him. Sighing, he reluctantly entered inside, scoping out the building first. "No one else is here yet... Not a surprise, this does seem like a joke." he stated in thought as he ran his fingers through his hair. "So, Jin. What droved you to making something such as this?" he question while stopping a few feet from the two. In all honesty, he did find this a bit amusing, and maybe he will end up having a bit of fun.
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Post by Jin Hoshigawa on Aug 15, 2013 11:34:01 GMT -5
it wasn't long after that Jin and Shiro entered the empty building that his friend Kakashei joined them. He was the only white haired, dark skin shinigami he knew, and if he hadn't shown up...well, needless to say it wouldn't have been much of a party. Honestly, part of him feels like this meeting was driven together by some larger force at work; something that he couldn't possibly understand nor did he want too. Grinning, he first turned his attention to the younger white haired shinigami.
"You don't need to hide it. You've got me behind you, and now even Kakashei." He pointed over to the other captain, grinning and leaning on his desk. "You see Shiro, I know how the shinigami work. You're still fairly wet behind the ears, and that's understandable. We can't possibly expect you to know all the little tricks just yet." He continued, the speech itself seemingly taking up more time than anything he had actually done up to this point.
"Now, as for where I took you. This is a place of healing. You can vent, let us know how they treated you. And if you don't want to, well then just listen. Our own stories will surely give you the strength needed to tell us what they did." He pushed off of the desk, and then turned his attention to Kakashei. His grin was still evident; it was like a permanent fixture written across his face, the one thing that would never change about the man. He just enjoyed life, but not today. Today was a time for healing! Healing needed him to be serious. He placed his hand over his face, rubbing downward to erase the grin,
"You should know Kakashei. Healing. Purging the oppression that plagues Soul Society. In all of history, how many white haired shinigami were there? And don't give me that genetics playing a part crap. There's been like...Not counting Yama cause he's old as fuck. Like...ten of us. More of us recently...it's like the universe is telling us something." He was sure he sounded absolutely insane at this point. He didn't mind though, he wanted to get the message across that they wouldn't be oppressed by the likes of others. "Just think about it, they're jealous of us. That's why we're the white hair don't care Association. We won't take their shit for anything."
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Post by Shiro Tsukioka on Aug 17, 2013 0:02:07 GMT -5
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Shiro was just beginning to get his bearings when another Shinigami wearing a captain's haori walked in. Am I in trouble...? he wondered, looking down at the floor. He couldn't think of any other reason he would be dragged to an unknown building with two captains under the guise of some weird organization... but Shiro couldn't think of anything he had done wrong, at least not for a while.
He looked up in confusion when the captain who had dragged him in started to speak again. "Huh?" What was this guy talking about? Was he trying to say that other Shinigami talked about those with white hair? That didn't seem right. Shiro had never heard about anything like that. He continued to look up from the floor with a dumbfounded expression as the captain went on.
The captain's creepy smile and the way he kept saying 'healing' were creeping Shiro out. He didn't especially want to stick around to find out what this 'healing' entailed. What if it had something to do with squad twelve? Shiro got to his feet, taking a couple steps backward. "I just remembered I have something to do. Sorry!" he said quickly before turning and running towards the door they had come through. Hopefully, the captains would understand and let him go. He didn't know what he would do if he had to sit through this. |
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Post by Kakashei Haruko on Aug 17, 2013 11:43:29 GMT -5
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Shifting his gaze towards the other male, he seemed scared out of his mind. It was amusing to watch his reaction to what was being said by the other captain. Seeing the male about to leave, he question if he should let the male go or not. It could end up forcing him to go back to his duties as a captain. Not wanting to do so, he decided to simply play on. Leaning off of the side, he quickly block the entrance as he held up his right palm.
"Now, Now, my young simple minded friend. We arenot here to harm you, you should listen to your captain child. Far to long have we been oppress and judged by others in the Seiretei because of our hair color. We should not be force to feel ashamed about our appearance. We are a rare commodity amongst the seiretei. We should not allow those to get in our heads and discriminate against us for being special. Go and take a seat my child." he stated as he kept a stern expression. He honestly did not believe not of the crap that he was spewing from his lips. But since he did not feel lke reverting back to filling out papers, he had to keep the male here. Of course it was at the other male's expense, but this was very humorous to him.
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Post by Jin Hoshigawa on Aug 17, 2013 12:40:37 GMT -5
Jin's grin stayed in place. There wasn't any moment more precious than this one; well, he could think of one. He chuckled as he shook his head, letting the memories temporarily fill his mind. That explosion was magnificent; He started to laugh manically when he noticed the shuffling of chairs, feet, and the young white haired shinigami took off toward the door. Jin sighed, shaking his head once more before he pushed off of the desk. That was when Kakashei stepped in, placing his hand out and stopping the young man.
Even more strange than that was the fact that he started spewing the same non-sen-healing that Jin had been talking about this entire time. He blinked, taken aback by the other captains timely intervention before laughing and clapping. "See Shiro. Us white haired shinigami need to stick together. Now why don't you come here and sit down." Jin shunpoed to the young mans back, grasping both of his shoulders and shunpoing back to his seat before plopping him down on the chair. He walked around, and hopefully before the young man could even think about moving, Jin pointed his finger at him and spoke a few words.
"Bakudo #9: Geki (Strike)" He cast the quick Bakudo to simply keep the young man from moving any longer. He needed to hear this, he needed the healing that Kakashei and himself could give him. Jin stepped back to his desk, taking in a deep sigh before was captain."
[/b] He sucked in a gasp of air, holding his clenched hand to his lips, looking toward the ground. Perhaps he could pass this off as a truly sad moment. He was acting the best he knew how, and before speaking he took in one last deep breath."Alright. I was the best unseated officer anyone could see. I was strong, handsome, dashing..but there was this one guy. He had black hair. He felt himself superior...always...oh god.." He took in one last deep breath. Selling it to his best ability. He wasn't going to show them that this was all a lie, he needed something to hide his face. He looked down and turned toward the desk. "He felt himself sooooo superior. With his absence of color. He would always rant about his raven locks. And he would always put me down about my platinum white hair. Shiro..if you take anything from this, know one thing." Finally getting his "composure" back, he turned with a more serious face written across his features. "Black haired shinigami are the enemy. They will see our race eradicated. Do not let that happen. And if you EVER need help; I say this now...don't hesitate to ask!"[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]
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Post by Shiro Tsukioka on Aug 19, 2013 11:15:24 GMT -5
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Shiro nearly ran right into Kakashei's outstretched hand, but stopped himself first, looking up at the captain with a dismayed expression. Out of nowhere, he started to spew on about the very same things as Jin, whereas before, he had seemed confused by it all. What on earth had caused the captain to change his mind so suddenly? Shiro just stood there, staring at Kakashei with that same disbelieving expression.
Before he could think of what to do next, there were hands on his shoulders and he was dropped onto a chair. He wasn't going to be able to leave. These two clearly wanted him to stay for some reason, and there was just no way Shiro could outrun a captain, let alone two. He was about to sigh in defeat, but ended up sucking in a sharp intake of breath when he heard Jin's Kido chant. Given the dialogue, he already knew what would happen next. Shiro froze as he was engulfed in paralyzing red light. Yeah, he definitely wasn't going anywhere, now. He had a feeling that he wouldn't be able to break out of a captain's Bakudo anyhow.
Shiro could do nothing but listen as the captain told his story. Just like the rest of this meeting, it seemed odd. Why would someone feel superior based on hair colour? He didn't say anything back to the comment about Shinigami with black hair. Shiro knew a lot of nice Shinigami with black hair. They had never belittled him because he had white hair. |
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Post by Gray Fullbuster on Aug 19, 2013 12:22:11 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]There's no need to change the past. Because of the past, we are who we are now. Every second, every action from then is linked to us here and now◣ | ◣ What the actual fuck. This was all wrong, completely wrong. All the white buildings here looked exactly the same. Gray had no idea where he was going. One thing he did know was that he needed to get away, and fast. He had been taken to this place - the Soul Society - by Ariella. Just because he lost his clothes sometimes, she wanted to do weird things to him and "experiment". He wasn't too enthralled by the idea. And so, he had managed to break out of the place he was being held in as soon as he woke up. He had to get as far away as possible, before anyone noticed him missing.
Gray could tell by the abundant Reiatsu in the air that he wasn't in the Living World anymore. This was bad. How would he get back? In fact, could he even get back? The Shinigami seemed to come and go, but they could open those portals. Gray couldn't. I can think about that later. Right now, the most important thing was getting away.
Seemingly oblivious to the fact that he was again, two steps away from being completely naked, Gray ran through the streets of the Seireitei, ignoring the looks he was getting. At least no one was stopping him. They all probably thought he was a drunken Shinigami.
Up ahead, Gray could see a building with the door hanging open. It looked dark inside, so he figured that there wouldn't be anyone inside. He could hide in there until he thought of a better plan. Putting on a burst of speed, he ran through the doorway. Oh, shit. He stopped, staring at the group of people - who he assumed were Shinigami - in front of him. For whatever reason, one of them was glowing, but Gray didn't pay much attention to that. Oddly enough, he noticed that they all had white hair. One even had red eyes to boot! "Albinos!" he exclaimed in surprise; he hadn't seen many of them before, and now there were three right in front of him. Well, one of them was dark-skinned, so maybe he dyed his hair. But the other two definitely looked like albinos. Once again, Gray had said something without thinking. Well, hopefully none of them were sensitive about their hair colour.
Nervous that these Shinigami would try to apprehend him but also knowing that being out in the open right now could get him caught anyway, Gray lingered in the doorway. Should he leave, or just ignore these guys and hide here? Maybe they would even let him hide. Waiting to see how they would all react and forgetting about his earlier outburst, Gray absentmindedly began to take off his pants. By some miracle, they were off in seconds and, still unaware of this, he threw them to the side. Unfortunately for the dark-skinned Shinigami who was standing by the door, he was in the way. The pants would most likely land on his face unless he moved quickly. "Is it all right if I hide here?" he asked afterwards, looking fairly calm despite his predicament.◣ | ◣TAGGED: Jin, Shiro, Kakashei ◣WORDS: 518 ◣NOTES: ohai
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Post by Kakashei Haruko on Aug 19, 2013 20:16:21 GMT -5
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Sighing, he guess that he now hard to come up with a fake story like he just did a second ago. Heaaring Jin's story, he decided that he may be able to come up with a story very much similar, but also different. He may even be able to make it a gut wrenching or humorous story. His wheels begin to turn as he continued listening to Jin's story. He knew that it was not true, he hadn't met any dark haired shinigami that has be-littled or talk bad about him. At least not none that he knows of, if they did, he would hve to do something about it. Well, nothing extreme, he could at least strike fear into them some how. Then again, that would be out of his character.
Once the other captain finish, he inhaled for a moment, taking it in as he lowered his head a bit. Exhaling, he raised his gaze back to Shiro as he held a very serious expression. "I myself has dealt with the same treatment. Though it was not just by dark haired shinigami.. The blondes and red heads also joined in on the bashing. Since my skin pigmentation is of this color and I have such a rare and odd hair color, I was verbally abuse on multiple occasions. it was difficult, the others would play pranks on me, leave notes or hide my personal items. They would put up signs saying 'Be gone black albino, you're not wanted here..'" he paused for a moment as his head lowered a bit.
Raising his hand to his face, he wipe his face a bit, making it appear as if he had tears or something in his eyes. "It was all so..." just as he began to speak once more, someone barged into the building. Looking to his right, he raised his right brow as a shirtless dark haired maled entered and yelled out "Albinos!". Forming a confused expression, Kakashei had no idea who the male was, but his reiatsu had a odd read of hollow. Reaching for the hilt of his zanpakuto, he would soon see a pair of trousers coming his way. Without haste, he unsheated his zanpakuto and slash at them, cutting them.
Looking to the male, he was now nearly all the way naked. With widen eyes, he had no idea why the male was stripping in front of a bunch of males. "Boy, why are you naked? And who in the hell are you?" he question as the tip of the blade was held inches away from the left side of the male's neck.
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Post by Jin Hoshigawa on Aug 20, 2013 11:57:00 GMT -5
He didn't even question what Kakashei was doing any longer; the two of them seemed to be on the same wave length when it came to convincing the younger shinigami just what the two of them had to go through when they were younger, and in his position. Jin shook his head around, nodding in accordance to the story with his hand raising in the air spewing three words like he was at an all black church in the human world. "Preach it brotha!"
Then, like something out of a bad horror movie, their meeting had been crashed. Crashed by whom? A black haired male. A black haired male? Jin took in a deep breath, his eyes closed once more before you could see his eye and brow twitch like he was part of some sort of cartoon. His vain popping out of his head like some exaggerated comic skit. However, in truth, Jin was praising whatever god was out there; This could not have been any better, the timing, the hair color what would make this just over the top accurate would be if a blond or red haired shinigami barged in next.
Finally reaching Shiro, Jin placed his hand on his chair (sure that the spell was still active) and he turned his young friends chair to face the new man in the room. Jin leaned down, whispering into the younger males ear. "What did I tell you? these bastards are evil. They can't even give us some time alone to have a meeting; and this one is especially rude." Jin bit down on his knuckles, holding back his imaginary tears. Taking in a deep breath gathering his imaginary thoughts. "He interrupted our healing with his naked ram-Who the hell are you calling Albinos? I ought-a come over there and...argh" Then he had the nerve to ask them if he could hide out here. "No you can't hide out here! We're in a meeting you black haired assailant! But...who are you hiding from?"
Jin walked toward the man, he was going to make him stay here, but not while hiding. He was going to make him an example. Letting his reiatsu leak out, not at it's max, but surely enough to give him (and sadly, also Shiro) a little trouble breathing, Jin walked toward the young man. "You're one of those Fullbringers? I've read reports on your kind. You interrupt our meeting, our HEALING, and you want me to grant you asylum? Are you insane?" Jin reached the mans position, leaning over with a wide grin written across his face followed by a shrug. Perhaps letting him stay wouldn't be such a bad idea, he already helped Jin once, perhaps he could help him a second time. "Why don't you stay actually. You can sit right here, in front of the window. You just proved my point to my young friend over there; Black haired individuals are the enemy!"
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Post by miranda frost on Aug 26, 2013 6:49:03 GMT -5
Miranda walked around her barracks with a smile, feeling the the breeze flow through her now shortened hairstyle. Ever since her battle with her ... "Inner Hollow", her appearance has changed drastically. She was no longer pale, but a slightly tanned color. Her grey eyes were replaced with those with a yellow color. Most didn't recognize her, but those who knew her had no trouble.
She caught notice of Kakashei's, her old captain, reiatsu and followed it. Eventually she felt another reiatsu. It was the newer captain, Jin. Although she had never met him personally, she, in her off-duty time, took the time to memorize the names and reiatsu signatures of all the captains, so she could Identify them without a problem. She hadn't completed this hobby of hers so it would take a while longer to observe the other captains.
Upon following the reiatsu signatures, a nearly naked man came into her field of vision. As much as she wanted to personally force him to show some decency, she found he was following the signatures too, or at least going in their direction. She instead followed him in the building, to find a room full of white haired men. She giggled and took a seat. Now there were four white haired people in the room, and if translated into chess, the white side had two queens, a rook, and a knight while this nekked fellow was a....... pawn? no not pawn, maybe a knight, yeah a knight. Bishops wouldn't strip down like this one has. "Hello captains and...." She started to say cheerfully before noticing another shinigami, bound to his chair. ".... you", she finished, acknowledging the restrained friendly. "What's this party all about? I forgot my drinks in my quarters", Miranda asked lightly, looking around.
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Post by Ulla Vivi on Aug 26, 2013 14:47:29 GMT -5
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Glammed up, FABULOUS Words: 475 Tags: Ulla, Gray, White hair. Stats: HAN: 9 REI: 10 HAK: 6 SEI: 10 BUK: 7 HOH: 8 Ulla wasn't sure what to make of anyone around her anymore. She caught site of a half naked guy frantically running around the streets of Seireitei. The entire experience confused her, but the man was obviously a drunk who just lost site of his clothes. Ulla luckily had a purse filled with jars glitter on her, and what would make the perfect clothing other than glitter? Nothing would. She took it upon herself to help that poor man, but first had to catch up to him. She ran in the general direction he headed, hoping she went the right way. The initial shock of seeing him must have given him a large head start, because it took a while to catch up to the young man. She had to clutch her purse tightly against her chest as she ran, hoping to not break any of the jars in there. Even the slightest cling the jars made when they hit each other was enough to break them in her mind .
Ulla came across a dark building with it's door slightly ajar. There was no where else the poor young man could have ran but there, so she entered it. Once she got in she saw something she never thought she wanted to see in her life. It was like an organization devoted to just people with white hair. But white hair isn't as uncommon as people would like others to believe. Ulla almost forgot about her goal to douse the drunkard in glitter until she spotted him beside her in the doorway. "YOU! I'M HERE TO HELP YOU!" Ulla pulled out two jars of glitter from her purse, debating on which color hue she should douse him in. She looked the young man up and down before deciding a blue glitter theme would suit him better than a silver one. "Stay still, now. We don't want you naked anymore."
Ulla carefully put the silver jar of glitter back in her purse. No one needed broken glass in a purse. She unscrewed the jar of blue glitter, then emptied it's contents in the general direction of the half naked man, hoping to cover him up a bit. "Everything is fixed now!" Ulla accomplished what she came for, and then took a moment to actually assess the situation at hand. The society of white haired people. She stayed in the doorway, but not because she feared them. She was going to get all the answers she needed and no one was going to escape. She put her hands on her hips and spoke to the group of 4. "What is this gathering? What is it you guys are planning?" Ulla spoke with a loud tone that stated she was in control and demanded answers. Answers that she would get, no matter how hard it was.
Looking Hot, DANGEROUS
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Post by Shiro Tsukioka on Aug 26, 2013 22:44:39 GMT -5
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#transparent; width:400px; padding:20px;]surely, i've searched for the unfading miracle named 'you' tags: Jin, Kakashei, Gray, Miranda, Ulla / words: 307 / notes: --
Still unable to move, Shiro could only listen as Kakashei also told a story of how he was allegedly ridiculed because of his hair colour. If he could have done so, Shiro probably would have face palmed right then and there. Both captains were acting so melodramatic, these stories were so obviously fake. If this thing wasn't an actual issue, then what was the point of all this? Shiro didn't even want to bother asking. He could already tell that he wouldn't get a straight answer. All he could do now was wait for this strange meeting to be over.
Just as Kakashei was about to say more, he heard someone shout, 'Albinos', though Shiro couldn't turn to look himself. Oh, no... That was the absolute worst thing to say at this time. It didn't particularly bother him, but he could tell that the captains would use it as ammunition. Before he knew it, Jin was whispering in his ear, once again claiming that those with black hair were evil. Then his chair was turned, and he saw who had barged in. It was someone with black hair, of all the things. And for whatever reason, he was nearly naked. Vaguely, Shiro wondered if this had been arranged by one of the captains so that they could prove their point, whatever it was.
Jin walked over to the 'black-haired assailant', and Shiro could only watch. A few seconds later, he could feel an increase in Reiatsu output from the captain. He had some difficulty breathing after that.
Since he still couldn't move, Shiro had to keep watching what was going on. Another Shinigami with white hair entered, and then one with brown hair. This one threw what looked like glitter at the black-haired guy. Shiro didn't even know what was going on anymore. Really, he didn't want to know. |
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Post by Gray Fullbuster on Aug 27, 2013 11:19:10 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]There's no need to change the past. Because of the past, we are who we are now. Every second, every action from then is linked to us here and now◣ | ◣Almost as soon as he walked in, the dark-skinned man was waving a sword around and then pointing it at him. He even asked him why he was naked. Gray glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, annoyed, and then turned to face him. "Calm down. I'm not even naked." he said, obviously unaware of the fact that he had stripped. Slowly, he reached up to lightly push the blade off to the side and away from him. Gray obviously wasn't a threat the way he saw it, so this guy didn't need to be pointing that thing in his face.
While facing off with Kakashei, Gray hadn't been paying any attention to what the legitimate albino had been saying. When the Reiatsu in the room suddenly peaked, Gray staggered a little, but otherwise, held his composure. He looked up at the legit albino, who had walked over to him while he was occupied with the dark-skinned man. "Yeah... something like that," Gray confirmed with a surly expression. He didn't think it was such a big deal; he only needed a place to hide out, it wasn't like he wanted in on this albino meeting. He wasn't doing anything wrong. But this guy looked psychotic with that odd smile on his face and the red eyes. Maybe he would just find another place to hide; a room full of hostile Shinigami wasn't exactly preferable.
Now the crazy albino wanted Gray to stay. He sure had changed his mind quickly. But if he was hiding, sitting in a window didn't seem like the best idea. "W-what...? Black-haired people were enemies? What the hell was this guy on about? Before he had the chance to say something back, someone shouted in his ear and then he was covered in blue glitter. The crazy albino now forgotten, Gray looked over at the new girl, dumbstruck. He had no idea what to do or say now. Who went around throwing glitter at people?◣ | ◣TAGGED: holy shit why did 17 people join this ◣WORDS: 330 ◣NOTES: --
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