Midnight Silence (Open)

A blood moon lingered in the distance over the islands of Japan, Hokkaido specifically. As the spring weather rolled in the cool winds allowed for a cloudless and calm night, many of the inhabitants of the various towns and cities already packing up and leaving work for others at night to begin their own shifts. The traffic grew heavier by the time it hit 9:21 P.M., normally a noisy and busier time of the day as many just wanted to get home to eat, sleep, see their family and friends, or others leaving home to get to a nightly job. But about 11:46 P.M. l, like clockwork, it died down with very few lingering bystanders and such. Sitting atop the tallest the tallest vantage point, a recently constructed skyscraper, were a line individual enjoying the scenery.

In the normal and living world of a Human, there were work to get done, paying jobs and family to see to, the enjoyment of having the thrills of a game, amusement parks, talking with friends and having a laugh, seeing their first child. On the other hand it was balanced with violence and fighting, arguments and divorces, loss of a job, relative, or friend. Living was all a Human could do, it was a gift for the optimistic and a curse to the pessimistic, but the question to one individual lingered on for some time as they watched the struggle and hatred toward a higher power or at life in general; why couldn't people just feel and enjoy life, even if there isn't a higher purpose or a life after death?.

A recently recruited Shinigami, Amon Breach, was that individual who just thought and watched. In life even in his greatest struggles and depression Amon just felt in the sense he enjoyed both the joys and pain of life. He wasn't the strongest Shinigami when he graduated, attitude and what not, and most likely all the new recruits could have whipped his ass. Hell, he wasn't even that impressive as a Plus Soul, only shattering a few windows and hurting done people in a bar, and from what he heard his, "Discovery," of this power was something to laugh at. Most people he's met had some extravagant or grandiose revealing of power, and his... Though it was simply a sneeze to their punch, Amon was content, more so at the fact that there was work to be done, this new life after death... Living, if one could call it that, leaving him under the impression that one day Amon could eventually gain more strength.

When Amon died he had no attachments to the world, no friends, no family though the land went to his cousins from Fort Worth, and even when he went through Soul Academy Amon had no friends nor connections to anyone. Sure, there was that nice Saiko lady he met and she helped him out for a minute, but they'd just met. He always kept his head low and hardly spoke to anyone, but then again, Amon had always been like that. Ever since his childhood friends back in Texas turned to a life of drugs, murder and smuggling; and then they threatened him above all else, Amon closed that door and kept it locked.

Sitting there for hours, watching the red sun set below the mountains and the harvest moon begin ascension, Amon had nothing more to do than think. However at night were when things picked up for him. As a Shinigami his job was simple: eradicate any Hollows and purge any dark entities, and help lost souls move on to the next life. His original job was a high paying industry moving supplies and resources around the world, before that, he received all his scars and injuries from hunting and trapping animals such as Coyotes, Alligators, Mountain Lions, and whatever else needed hunting. Even then he was dealing with asshats like druggies and even helped the Texas Rangers on occasion with tracking criminals, murderers, cartels, and whatever of the such. His life was always interesting if not fun and thrilling.

As the midnight life picked up, the entire city was ablaze with house light, creating a chaotic yet beautiful mesmerizing scenery much like fireworks. Amon sighed as he slowly got up and began to descend from the building. His thoughts began to wander again, his eyes more transfixed on the cityscape that was slowly disappearing behind buildings when he reached the ground. Much of his life, Amon lived simply, no complicated relationships, no stealing or dealing, just him always hunting in the swamps of Southern Texas. He'd cut the meat off of animals and cook it up into different recipes; scale, claw, tooth and pelt sold with homemade jerky and whatever concoction he'd have made earlier in the day. It made for good money, but there was drama about when his once childhood friends got into the gangs. Most of them died in shootouts with the local militias, bad blood, the Texas Rangers and local law enforcement, and some went to prison for a good while. What a life he could have lived of they hadn't done any of that.

Amon touched down on the pavement of the sidewalk and begun to walk past a few parked construction trucks. He had a sword sheathed and attached to his waist, and of course because some asshole told him to be formal was outfitted with a Kimono or some shit similar to it. You can live in heaven but can't have some casual ass clothes at least. He considered maybe even transferring to the United States Gotei if they had one but then again they may have some dumbass get-up like this. At least it was comfortable and the outfit breathed, last thing he needed was to chafe hardcore.

Walking down the street Amon noticed some passerbys joking around, smoking a cigarette and drinking a bottle of Ohishi. What he'd do for a drink of that stuff, and of course it were a couple of stupid schoolgirls giggling and whatever they did. They stumbled and one of them ended up tripping into the middle of the street dunker than hell. A car speeding down the road came zipping through, the girl looked up in shocked horror as the car was just seconds from hitting her. Swiftly, Amon was just in arms reach to rush forward with supernatural speed and pull the girl back by her shirt and tossing her aside for the car to zoom past. Amon hadn't realized he still gripped the young woman's shirt and accidentally ripped it off, and though they couldn't see him it was still both scary and embarrassing for an unknown force to save you life... And rip your clothes off.

"Oooh shit!" Amon begun, "I'm so sorry you shouldn't-"

The Shinigami stopped himself, realizing the girls were starting to panic at the nothing that saved one of their lives and quickly left the scene. He forgot they couldn't see nor hear him, and it wasn't often that he didn't bother Humans anyway. Shaking his head, Amon started down the street again, muttering how stupid teenagers are all the whole keeping an eye out for any wondering souls or threats. So far, be felt like this was possibly the only interesting thing happening.

"Quite strange what alcohol does, doesn't it? The poison has different affects on different people." A calm voice spoke to Amon seemingly out of nowhere. Footsteps of another shinigami could be heard a couple of meters away.

"Scared of you more than the car." He continued as he walked towards him.

"My name is Farzid by the way. I am overseeing this area as well and I think it is better if we work as a team." He said as he unwrapped a mint candy and then chewed on it.

He would instinctively place his hands on his Zanpakuto hilt, his vigilance was honed to be ever present as he looked around for any Pluses needed saving or Hollows. For the moment at the very least the situation seemed barren and safe. Farzid took this time in order to converse with Amon, of course his guard wouldn't fully be lowered.

FarzidEngaro wrote:"Quite strange what alcohol does, doesn't it? The poison has different affects on different people." A calm voice spoke to Amon seemingly out of nowhere. Footsteps of another shinigami could be heard a couple of meters away.

"Scared of you more than the car." He continued as he walked towards him.

"My name is Farzid by the way. I am overseeing this area as well and I think it is better if we work as a team." He said as he unwrapped a mint candy and then chewed on it.

He would instinctively place his hands on his Zanpakuto hilt, his vigilance was honed to be ever present as he looked around for any Pluses needed saving or Hollows. For the moment at the very least the situation seemed barren and safe. Farzid took this time in order to converse with Amon, of course his guard wouldn't fully be lowered.

'Who the fuck is this monkey molester?' Amon instinctively thought as he turned and frowned. He could mock the guy, he was certainly in the mood for entertainment... But most likely these people could hand him his own ass so for the time being he didn't do anything rash.

Carefully placing his hand downward to rest atop the hilt of his broadsword, Amon finally saw who said monkey molester was. He was looking at a man dressed in casual clothing... Whatever kind of casual this was to be exact. He wore blue jeans and black boots, having a black shirt and gray coat, at least that was what gather from the light present. The man has a hat as well, and Amon could feel spiritual pressure from the guy, perhaps not as much as Saiko- no far from it, more so around Amons power if not higher. Letting out a held breath, Amon narrowed his eyes at the stranger.

"Yeah, clearly," Amon finally replied as he got a better look at the guys face, "They were drinking heavier stuff, I would have stuck with Bud Weiser... But I don't drink piss water. Amon."

Amon looked away then turned back around and continued to walk the opposite direction, just now realizing he still held onto the form shirt and tossed it away. He started to think about those girls then his thoughts circled back to Farzid. Jesus, he didn't want to be on teams but the company might as well be useful in some compacity. He could practiced the thing called, "Socializing," but normally that resulted in him losing interest quick. Could be a few minute talk, nothing more perhaps.

Sighing, Amon looked back and jerked his head forward, "Alright... C'mon."

@Blood Knight

Farzid would notice Amon's skeptical look of him. Was it the way he randomly walked up towards the fellow Shinigami? Was it his tone of voice? Farzid wouldn't delve into it for too long and he would begin walking with Amon.

"My name is Farzid. Good to meet you Amon." He politely said as he tailed along the other soul. Looking around it and feeling the breeze Farzid would be relaxed, it would be nice to simply walk around this nice area without having to worry about any hollows. But someone had to cleanse them.

From the new Shinigami, he wasn't too trusting of anyone these days or at all. Given his history, Amon wasn't ready to do much trusting anytime soon, however the most he'd do is have a little in people doing their job. Looking around absentmindedly, Amon could feel everything in the general vicinity so if anything his attention could snap straight to abnormalities. Unfortunately fir him, he didn't have a Bankai nor a Zanpacto, instead he donned an Asauchi in the form of a broad sword. While perhaps not the best weapon in the world, it was was a work in progress to create any technique and learn how to master the weapon. For now when going against a threat Amon typically used his wits and timing, the best he could do was moderately use the Asauchi to a limited effectiveness.

However Amon didn't have much experience, he'd seen a few Hollow here and there and small ones at that but usually someone was in the process of easily cleaning them up. Nasty things. While not directly dealing with them mostly Amon certainly dealt with other Souls who hadn't moved on, and he's only ever fought two very weak Hollow. Keeping to his silence, Amon picked up on something and veered right, taking a darker street that had a local park just down the block. It was something weak, two energies but they seemed old, almost as if their time were up on this earth. And that was not good, normally when a soul didn't move onto the next life, if they remained in the living world for a year they turn Hollow in some manner. By his calculations, these two energies had maybe weeks before Hollowing.

Amon walked along the side of the iron bars that made up the fencing for the massive community park until he stopped at the opened gates. The large security lock was still snapped shut but the gates were wise open. Upon further scanning of the entire area he determined these energies weren't harmful in the least, at least he didn't think. Walking through the gates, Amon found himself looking around the various flower beds and playgrounds, a skatepark in the distance and much further down he could barely make out an area that had a mini golf course, basketball court, and a set of soccer fields. Damn, he'd need to stop here during the day and watch some sports.

Snapping back to it, the man almost forgot the Farzid character that was with him and loe and behold that Shinigami was still with him when he turned his head to look in a random direction. At least the guy was backup. Amons' weak point in general was socializing with others and though he didn't have much to say, he didn't want to seem rude in the least... Well, perhaps not too, sometimes silence was the best medicine for lonesome nights like this. As soon as he made walked several feet ahead Amons senses picked up that the energies were closer, and that's when he saw the two individuals sitting on a light oak bench. An elderly couple, looking about the stars and holding each other's hands, looking quite happy with the way they looked.

Amon had stopped perhaps twenty feet from the couple shifting his maulers back and forth in thought. He didn't want to interrupt the pair, but he didn't want to see them turn into monsters either, and by the way their energies wavered they didn't have weeks but days instead. Perhaps three days by the most, a day and a half at the least, between those two times anything could happen but it impressed Amon none the least that these two elderly souls have lasted this long. How long exactly have they been here?

"Well... I suppose I can do my job." Amon said to himself as more a jest than anything.

Walking up to the two spirits and putting a soft smile on his face, Amon finally said, "Excuse, sir and ma'am?"

The woman looked down at Amon who returned the smile. She bumped her elbow into the man's side to get his attention in which he grunted and ignored. The woman frowned but returned her gaze to the young Shinigami and regrew that ginger smile all old people gave. She then said, "Hello there young laddies. Not too many people see us it seems, so what brings you here on thus fine night? Come to see the stars too? Not too many lights to obscure your sight."

Playing along, Amon said, "I was here for another reason... But I suppose I could join y'all."