This Isn't Art![Open] Oct 30, 2013 0:59:27 GMT -5
Post by Kakashei Haruko on Oct 30, 2013 0:59:27 GMT -5
✖ CRYSTAL BLUE DISGUISE
So I... I will paint you in silver, I will wrap you in cold. I will lift up your voice as I sink.
STATSHAN: 12--REI: 14--HAK: 12--SEI: 12--BUK: 12--HOH: 15
Kakashei was sent out on a routine scouting mission. He was ordered to scope a odd town in a country known as France. He himself has never heard of the place or been to it for that matter, so he wasn't familiar with the surroundings. It would of been easy for him to suggest another to take his place, but then he remembered that he would have a lot of paperwork to do instead. Plus, it has been a while since he had been out of Seiretei, so why not take the mission?
Once he made it to the town, he like the fact that it wasn't dark out. His attention drew to the people and their odd clothing, but he was also drawn in by the aroma of some of the food. But since he was a diet, he couldn't induldge himself in tasting any of thefods that he is smelling at the moment. Which was why he headed to a different location, a more open one. "So this is another style of art? Not my cup of tea. I find that paintings convey much more emotion and meaning than silly abstract art made from metal and all kinds of other crap." he harshly critsize from a painters stand point.
Kakashei was a known painter, he loved it in fact, it was a part of him. Those may find it odd, seeing as he had a rather aggressive personality at times. It didn't mean he wasn't calm, he is also a very calm person, but that was usually when he was cheerful or painting. He luckily had his zanpakuto to speak art with, the spirit was a being made of purely ink and also someone Kakashei viewed as a friend, no, a brother. Which may of seemed odd, but he was positive the other shiigami felt close to their zanpaakuto spirits as well. Unless they had clashing personalities or something.
Sighing, his arms folded over his chest as he scouted the field below. He really disliked this style of art, it seemed unique, but it wasn't something he conidered to be art. It was construction, something a child could do with the right imagination and equipment. "Where is the real art?" he wondered as he look out the rest of the area. Since he was sitting along the edge of a roof top, he had a rather nice view of the area below him, so he could probably find something.