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Vizard Winter Training [Hero Quest Mission]
Thu Dec 17, 2015 7:55 pm
The first thing that Kenta could say about the Iramasha Settlement was that it was HUGE! The large piece of land was bigger than Hawaii, and from what he could see on the island from the boat he was travelling on, the settlement was what anyone could describe as a paradise. Kenta didn't really know how the message from Cirno came to him, but when the offer came he couldn't refuse. But Kenta wasn't going to be at the bottom of the island, he was going to the top.
The Vizard could see his destination on one of the highest mountains, an igloo. It wasn't that hard to miss, tropical paradise all around, then there's an igloo. Kenta decided not to question it, he's seen a lot of weird shit back when he was a Lieutenant, and more when he was banished to the World of the Living, and this was on the top of the list.
Immediately when the boat docked, Kenta briskly and respectively made his way off the boat, making his way through this paradise on Earth. As he walked, Kenta thought back to why he made this decision, why he decided to come to this place. All his life as a Reaper he had a purpose, and that was to listen to his Captain, protect the Soul Society, and guide the souls of the dead to the afterlife. When he was banished he lost his sense of purpose.
In three short years he found himself working a dead end job with crappy co-workers and a boss that sucked at flirting. He spent all that time living as though the Soul Society was hunting him, instead of living his immortal life anyway he wanted, he could have gotten almost any job, gotten into a relationship, anything! But he didn't. To make matters worse he started to neglect his Zanpakutō, his partner that he worked so hard to get was reduced the occasional voice in his head that helped him get through the day.
He stopped using her, besides the occasional training session that usually lasted only thirty minutes. Even Xander got bored of his lifestyle. At first Xander kept trying to take control of Kenta's body, but soon got bored and cut off all communications. Kenta enjoyed the silence for a while, but it soon got empty in his head, if that makes sense.
So, Kenta decided that enough was enough. He wanted a reason to pick up his sword again, he wanted a purpose to fight for again, no longer was he going to stay neutral to the world. All these battle happening between good and evil, people fighting the good fight. He wanted that again, he wanted to be able to look upon his accomplishments with pride.
Soon the air got thinner, the temperature dropped, and the moon showed high in the sky. Tired from his exertion up the mountain, Kenta set up a makeshift tent and started a fire to keep himself warm. Looking up, Kenta could see he was close to his destination, he could roughly estimate that he could get there in four hours once he woke up. The next day, Kenta took down his tent and kicked away the burnt wood to start his trek up to Cirno's house.
He was certainly glad that he brought the furred jacket that Eregantou recommended to him to buy, he would thank her later. Kenta adjusted his beanie to make sure he had full head coverage and checked his snow boots just in case the laces were undone as he walked the final stretch to the top of the mountain.
"Hello? Anyone here?"
The Vizard could see his destination on one of the highest mountains, an igloo. It wasn't that hard to miss, tropical paradise all around, then there's an igloo. Kenta decided not to question it, he's seen a lot of weird shit back when he was a Lieutenant, and more when he was banished to the World of the Living, and this was on the top of the list.
Immediately when the boat docked, Kenta briskly and respectively made his way off the boat, making his way through this paradise on Earth. As he walked, Kenta thought back to why he made this decision, why he decided to come to this place. All his life as a Reaper he had a purpose, and that was to listen to his Captain, protect the Soul Society, and guide the souls of the dead to the afterlife. When he was banished he lost his sense of purpose.
In three short years he found himself working a dead end job with crappy co-workers and a boss that sucked at flirting. He spent all that time living as though the Soul Society was hunting him, instead of living his immortal life anyway he wanted, he could have gotten almost any job, gotten into a relationship, anything! But he didn't. To make matters worse he started to neglect his Zanpakutō, his partner that he worked so hard to get was reduced the occasional voice in his head that helped him get through the day.
He stopped using her, besides the occasional training session that usually lasted only thirty minutes. Even Xander got bored of his lifestyle. At first Xander kept trying to take control of Kenta's body, but soon got bored and cut off all communications. Kenta enjoyed the silence for a while, but it soon got empty in his head, if that makes sense.
So, Kenta decided that enough was enough. He wanted a reason to pick up his sword again, he wanted a purpose to fight for again, no longer was he going to stay neutral to the world. All these battle happening between good and evil, people fighting the good fight. He wanted that again, he wanted to be able to look upon his accomplishments with pride.
Soon the air got thinner, the temperature dropped, and the moon showed high in the sky. Tired from his exertion up the mountain, Kenta set up a makeshift tent and started a fire to keep himself warm. Looking up, Kenta could see he was close to his destination, he could roughly estimate that he could get there in four hours once he woke up. The next day, Kenta took down his tent and kicked away the burnt wood to start his trek up to Cirno's house.
He was certainly glad that he brought the furred jacket that Eregantou recommended to him to buy, he would thank her later. Kenta adjusted his beanie to make sure he had full head coverage and checked his snow boots just in case the laces were undone as he walked the final stretch to the top of the mountain.
"Hello? Anyone here?"
"Aren't we all just a little bit Hollow inside?"
-Kenta Yamada
Re: Vizard Winter Training [Hero Quest Mission]
Sat Dec 19, 2015 12:02 am
THE FRIGID HEROINES ATTACK
Artist: A One - Song: Calm And The Storm - Word Count: 804
Day by day, it seemed that the population of The Iramashsa Settlement was expanding and growing in this region of snow, ice and cold. Many travelers from far and wide were coming forth to venture this mountain top in the hopes of finding their wings, picking up their heroic powers and leaving this peak as champions of justice and righteous. They call came to the call of the angel and they wished to risk life and limb to find this cause, purpose and direction in their aimless lives.
And, as the moon shined down the frigid lands, it seemed that this evening would be no different. For yet another adventurer dared to explore this summit in the hopes of finding their calling on this planet. Through the chilling lands of crystal and winter did this soul brave in order to find himself upon the peak of The Heroine's Domain. With his conquest having come to an end, the determination this soul of hollow and shinigami was sensed by the celestial influence this crest possessed.
He had proven himself well enough to command the attention of The Angel of Ice whom was more than ready for yet another chance to pass her teachings down to another lost soul. For, like a light in the midst of an eternal night, the unyielding flare of Cirno's spirit would serve as an anchor to sanctity and holiness in a void where everything was anything but that.
As soon, oh so son, would the male then begin to feel an air of confidence, relaxation and spiritual healing oozing forth from his body. With silver mist permeating the lands around him, this fog was filled to the brim with holy influence and was meant to induce a sense of purity, serenity and confidence within the male so that he may be more attuned to himself and the desires of his heroic will. For, if his mind and soul were clear, the calls of his consciousness could be more heard and the Vizard's climb to awakening his creed of justice could be ascended to in due time.
Ergo, now was the time to descend from the vapor and start this process. With the sounds of nimble footsteps crunching the snow before him, the figure of small girl would be seen stepping forth out of the wall of clouds in front of the Vizard. Crystal eyes, ocean blue hair, milky skin and navy blue bow. These four traits would be the first major things unveiled from the dew. While her plaster white dress, black and blue sandals and six heavenly wings of ice would be uncovered soon after that.
At a tender height of four foot seven for the time being, the little fairy seemed to give a stark contrast compared to the male before her. So, she would let out a giggle, stand on her toes and jump in order to poke his forehead.
"Hiya -- stranger!"
Snickering, The Angel of The Ice seemed quite chipper in that moment. Across her face was what appeared to be a smile as bright as sun itself slapped across the girl's lips. Indeed, there was a positively strong sense of bliss overflowing from her body, and this impression of delight could undoubtedly be spread to the mind of Kenta if he allowed this holy leverage to wash over him and make his spirit anew. As, to be in the presence of this Iramasha meant to be in the attendance of all that was cheerful, lively and holy.
"I take it you must be here to find yourself, right Mr.Stranger? Hehehe. It has to be! Lots of people these days seem to be doing that and you wouldn't try and reach this top if you didn't intend to."
With The Frigid Snow Child's arms resting behind her for a few moments, The Angel of The Iramasha let out a content sigh and then decided to poke the male's chest where his heart lay.
"So, Mr.Stranger, can ya tell me why ya are here so I can help? I, Cirno Iramasha, wish to be of service to you!"
Those starry eyes of the angel' seemed to light up in that moment and her pair of bubbly eyes would watch the male intently in order to discern just where this little session of theirs would lay. Did he have a tragic story? Was he here to become stronger? Perhaps the male had a mission of some kind? The answers were limitless, but the flow of time would soon unveil his hearts desire to her and she would then be able to help this adventurer find his wings among this world of unknown darkness.
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