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Post by Keitaro Takeda on Aug 20, 2013 20:31:33 GMT -5
Keitaro quickly sat up in his futon, having broken out in a cold sweat. He rubbed his eyes, his vision bleary from sleep. Groping the ground blindly, he quickly picked up his glasses from the floor and proceeded to put them on, his eyesight focusing thanks to the visual aid. He straightened his hair, having messed up during the night and quickly stood up from the futon. He also picked up a small note he slept with containing his current assignment. Folding it open, he silently frowned at what the message read. He was to report to Karakura Town for any possible hollow/unusual reiatsu signatures. He shook his head, not feeling particularly enthusiastic about the mission.
‘Why Karakura Town? Couldn’t I get some other location? I hear the Kanagawa prefecture is rather nice...’ Shaking the thoughts from his head, he quickly ran outside, and moved to depart from the Seireitei. He showed the shinigami currently operating the senkaimon his orders, and quickly rushed through it, hoping to get the task done quickly. Landing softly on a building top, he flexed his arms, and looked around, trying to sense for a reiatsu signature. Sighing, he could tell the mission was going to take a while…
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Post by Sen Selsius on Aug 22, 2013 6:30:52 GMT -5
Today was certainly not on one of Sen's list of best days ever. He had woken up, thinking today had school opertating within that day's borders, and prepared for it. He had done his hair right, brushed his teeth, cleaned his glasses and wore his school uniform. Sadly the whole property was vacant save for a few people doing things they shouldn't be doing there, but couldn't be doing that particular activity anywhere else.
Sen didn't bother with stopping them from doing whatever those people were doing, He simply didn't like getting into other peoples business, especially when Sen doesn't quite approve their business. Sen was now on his way home, thinking of what to do in place of today's school activities that were seemly nonexistent. He wasn't disappointed about it, but rather dissatisfied. To him doing anything was better than doing nothing
"What should I do today... well there's a shipwreck on the coast people have been talking about.... nah....." Sen started to say, adjusting his glasses as they started to droop. 'and now Sen, you are talking to yourself', he thought with a chuckle. There weren't as many people here in karakura who knew english, so that kinda shortened the list of people he could have a conversation with. He knew some Japanese, but he was limited with it. He was still learning this language.
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Post by Keitaro Takeda on Aug 23, 2013 2:57:49 GMT -5
Keitaro brushed his fringe from his field of view, trying to get a good look on Karakura Town. He rubbed his eyes under his glasses, still tired from having woken up about thirty to forty minutes ago. Feeling for reiatsu, he seemed to pick up on a minute, but noticeable source. Quickly moving to observe, he stopped at the top of a building, and scoured the streets for the source. He noticed several people were walking by, making it hard to pinpoint the exact location, but he spotted some movement, and followed it, hoping this person was the reiatsu he had felt.
As the person broke away from the crowds, Keitaro noticed that it was a male, and that he was wearing a standard uniform for a nearby school. This peaked his interest, because why would a student have a sizable reiatsu? Granted it was a small one, but it was much larger than most humans to begin with, thus gaining his attention. Keitaro decided that he would play it safe, and hopped to the top of a nearby building. He started to follow the person, hoping that he was unaware of his movements. It’s times like these, that made Keitaro regret not being able to perform Shunpo…
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Post by Sen Selsius on Aug 23, 2013 6:56:59 GMT -5
Sen passed the park that was next to his home, but stopped his trek toward home for a few moments. He felt another spiritual pressure nearby. By the feels of it, it was a shinigami. Sen shrugged it off and continued towards his home. There were always shinigami in this city. He didn't know why, but it was almost as if this place was important to the soul society. The thought about it made him chuckle. There were bigger cities out there that probably had a bigger soul concentration than that of karakura.
He didn't want to argue with himself over the issue, so he dismissed the whole thought, adjusting his glasses again. 'They are loose again... I swear.. these glasses are going to be the death of me', he thought lightly with a smile. Soon he was upon his doorstep, unlocking the door, and entering his home. He shut the door behind him and locked it for now as he went to his room and put on some different clothes. If today wasn't school, he was going to go "Hunting"
Sen emerged from his home not too long after he'd entered it wearing completely different attire. His father had served in the army for 10 years, so he wore some of that uniform in his honor. He wore ACU (Army Combat Uniform) pants with a tan undershirt that would generally go under the ACU jacket. He had tucked his pants into a pair of desert fatigue boots. He hooked to his belt five Steele Schneiders and walked out the door of his home, stretching and yawning as he did.
He noticed that the shinigami reiatsu he sensed earlier was still present, and rather close. Has the shinigami been following him? It was time to find out. "Reveal yourself Shinigami! I know you are there, you don't have to hide anymore." He called out first in English then in broken Japanese.
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Post by Keitaro Takeda on Aug 26, 2013 3:16:52 GMT -5
Keitaro sighed, continuing to trail the individual, whom he had nearly lost several times in the past few minutes. His glasses had been causing him some trouble because of light somehow miraculously reflecting into his vision every few minutes or so. He shook his head and continued to follow the person, clearing his mind of the thoughts. He followed him to what Keitaro would assume to be his house, and stopped nearby, hiding himself from view. He waited for several minutes, until he finally exited the door again. He was now wearing something that really piqued Keitaro’s curiosity.
He seemed to be dressed in some form of military garb, from which country, he was unsure of but it seemed to be American. Something that he couldn’t help was notice was how the man had ginto strapped at his waist. ‘Quincy? But why would he be wearing something like that?’ He had no time alone with his thoughts as he heard him speak. The first time, he was speaking a foreign language, English if Keitaro remembered correctly, then he spoke in rather poor Japanese, but still discernable. Grimacing slightly, Keitaro silently moved out of his hiding spot, his left hand at his Zanpakuto hilt.
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