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BladeThe Hybrid King- Joined : 2011-06-06
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A Simple Slip
Wed May 11, 2016 10:07 pm
THE FORGOTTEN ROYAL
BELLEH LEONHARDT
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The soft whites of Belleh Leonhardt's hair shook violently as he forced himself into a bow. A patch of bandage could be seen wrapped around the boy's skull, the clean white of gauze beneath it making his injury quite obvious. "Thank you. I hate to bother the staff here with something so..." A deep sigh followed Belleh's silence, his body lurching back to normal before he turned to proceeded to make his way out of the Karakura City Hospital. Stepping back into the bright sunshine of the Wednesday afternoon, Belleh's eyes traced out what had been his previous position only minutes ago. Shaking his head, the Sugiura turned to the sky and groaned, kicking at the dirt.
"So much for not causing problems."
Blood began to seep from the open wound in the young boy's skull, his vision faltering only slightly as he groaned in pain. Belleh had fallen over his own two feet, his skull coming into contact with the pavement a bit too hard. It was a simple mistake, his klutz behavior causing him enough pain for a lifetime. Despite this being the case, he seemed to continue finding his way into situations that were just far too annoying for anyone natural being in any realm, especially the human one. Luckily enough, the building he had tripped in front of was none other than Karakura City Hospital, the main source of treatment for idiots like himself. The situation quickly defused from there. Being taken into the hospital, Belleh was quickly cleaned up. Having quite a bit of stitch work done on the wound, Belleh was then sent on his way without another word. As a spiritual being he wasn't in the worst condition, his physique already allowed him to heal from things at a faster rate. The people of the hospital weren't any less careful with him due to this however. After the stitching took place, the boy was bandaged and sent back to the lobby where he now found himself thanking the staff currently around.
"Sigh.." Taking a last look at the blood he had spilled on the pavement, the Royal Leonhardt went about his business as before. He was currently here in Karakura to take care of business regarding the weapon his father had left with him. Wishing to seek information on its origin and whether or not he could contact his father, Belleh wished to figure out the real meaning behind his current situation. A forgotten royal that has intentions of making his name made along with having little family to speak of now that his mother had died. He was a boy all alone in a universe that he barely knew anything about, it was quite a feat for anyone his age to even be sane at this point.
Despite his past and his.. current faults when it came to safety, Belleh intended on keeping his word. Here in Karakura, he could do more than just what he's known for. Belleh could create a future and a name for himself, something that would force the Royals back in his realm to give him the chance to rule. Before he could create this name for himself however, he was back at it again already. After his sixth step forward, Belleh tripped once more. Landing directly against his forehead, the boy fell face first straight into the pavement.
It's as if the gods were just waiting for him to make a move. Just so they could crush him right back into the ground.
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Re: A Simple Slip
Wed May 11, 2016 11:04 pm
Chloranthy's head turned to and fro as he scanned the area around him as he walked. He restrained himself somewhat, making sure he didn't turn his head too fast so as to not appear strange to others that may be around him. He had been doing this for a short while, walking along the streets and surveying the area, mapping it out inside of his mind. He wanted to remember what he saw here, in Karakura. Karakura appeared to be an example of progress to the area around it, and so it interested him enough that he decided it would be worth his while to explore it a bit, maybe take a few mental notes about what he saw. The city's perimeter defenses were definitely not lacking, which was something he found to his liking. The inside was equally well defended. The city was as expected from what he'd heard: shining and futuristic.
A short while into his walkaround, however, he spotted something out of the ordinary. Or at least, he assumed it was out of the ordinary, such seemed logical to not happen too frequently. What was out of the ordinary that he saw was a white haired individual falling flat on his face in a probably unsafe manner. It was a little distance ahead, about a fifth of a block or so. Not changing pace, he thought for a bit. The individual was probably injured from that fall. He also had been apparently injured recently, if he had seen the bandage around the person's head correctly. This latter observation meant that they would be more susceptible to further injury. He remembered his thoughts about interaction with others; people would probably be more likely to sympathize with him if he acted kindly. Even if one encounter probably wouldn't amount to too much, especially since the individual had fallen right outside of a hospital as he now observed, it would probably be a good idea to take action about it. It seemed good to do so, to promote consistency and to help form the habit. Chloranthy quickened his pace a bit, his clothing, or the part of himself that acted as clothing, waving slightly as he did so.
He arrived at the downed individual about 15 or so seconds after they had fallen. He walked up to their left, aligning his body with theirs as he crouched down somewhat and grabbed the scruff of their clothing. He made sure to move gently as he lifted them to their feet. Keeping his right hand on the person's right shoulder in order to steady them, he oriented his body to face theirs and spoke in an androgynous voice devoid of any accent. "Are you feeling alright?" Chloranthy spoke with a small tinge of inquisitiveness, making himself sound somewhat concerned as he observed their point of impact with the ground.
A short while into his walkaround, however, he spotted something out of the ordinary. Or at least, he assumed it was out of the ordinary, such seemed logical to not happen too frequently. What was out of the ordinary that he saw was a white haired individual falling flat on his face in a probably unsafe manner. It was a little distance ahead, about a fifth of a block or so. Not changing pace, he thought for a bit. The individual was probably injured from that fall. He also had been apparently injured recently, if he had seen the bandage around the person's head correctly. This latter observation meant that they would be more susceptible to further injury. He remembered his thoughts about interaction with others; people would probably be more likely to sympathize with him if he acted kindly. Even if one encounter probably wouldn't amount to too much, especially since the individual had fallen right outside of a hospital as he now observed, it would probably be a good idea to take action about it. It seemed good to do so, to promote consistency and to help form the habit. Chloranthy quickened his pace a bit, his clothing, or the part of himself that acted as clothing, waving slightly as he did so.
He arrived at the downed individual about 15 or so seconds after they had fallen. He walked up to their left, aligning his body with theirs as he crouched down somewhat and grabbed the scruff of their clothing. He made sure to move gently as he lifted them to their feet. Keeping his right hand on the person's right shoulder in order to steady them, he oriented his body to face theirs and spoke in an androgynous voice devoid of any accent. "Are you feeling alright?" Chloranthy spoke with a small tinge of inquisitiveness, making himself sound somewhat concerned as he observed their point of impact with the ground.
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