Nope, i'm not dead yet, just passing through [Zenlo-chan]

Fri Nov 23, 2012 10:12 pm

Today would most likely be a relatively sad one, for today was the day his parents died, and he died too. Almost three years ago, a Hollow killed his mother and father inside of the Karakura City Hospital. In the confusion, people believed that the entire family had been killed, declaring Adalric, Elric and Hana dead. Placed in three separate graves, they rest in the soil of Karakura’s graveyard to this day, even though one of them had never truly died. Adalric, now going by the name his mother gave him at birth, was still moving through life as Hitoshi Hikaru, the Quincy that survived. To him, it had been an even that stuck to him his entire life, though it did not breed a hate for the Hollow inside of his heart, just for the one that had killed his family. Once every year, he went to visit his own fake grave, and the one that belonged to his parents. It was a good thing that he never had to go that far, though the memories of the past were much more hurtful then any possible walking distance. It was never easy to visit the ones he had lost because of his own weakness, and most likely never would get any easier either. The only thing that made the place a little bit of fun was the fact that he could leave once it was all done, something his parents would never do again. Taking a small bouquet of white roses with him, he put on his leather jacket and left the house.

Walking down the street that would bring him to the Cemetery, he was playing around a bit with his Quincy cross, twirling it around in the palm of his hand, barely paying any attention to the road, humming Roxanne by the Police. Even though the actual band was long, long dead, the music was well preserved by his family, namely his grand, grandfather. He had been saving up all sorts of old records, and all together, all of that was still so much better then anything the modern age could produce. Seeing the large gate of the burial site in the distance, his happy humming slowly faded away with every step he took towards the place. Upon reaching the Cemetery grounds, he stopped at the gates, and figured he’d just wait around for a while. There was something about the cemetery that made it rather annoying for people like him to go to it, and with people like him, he meant people with spiritual awareness. Every time he went there, there would be several ghosts wandering about, never having passed on or received the Konso from the Soul society. As a result, they would wander about, slowly succumbing to anger and frustration, even hatred, the building blocks for a soul to become a Hollow in the afterlife. It was a sad process, but Hitoshi no longer cared about things such as that, simply because no one had helped him when his family got killed, and that in itself killed his urge to help anyone.

Shrugging his throat, he stopped postponing the inevitable and walked into the Cemetery, a cold breeze coming into his direction, as though the Cemetery itself did not want the living around to disturb it’s peace. It was as he thought, for quite some souls started wandering into his direction the moment they saw him, knowing it would happen, for he had sensed them way, way before they could even feel the warmth of a living soul. Children, Adolescents, the Elderly, plenty spirits of all physical ages wandered around, most of them seeming like they did not even know that they had in fact died recently. “Man… this place sure is a drag. Just a quick visit, cleaning the head stones, dropping the bouquet and then I will be on my way again”. With that thought in mind, he reached the graves of his parents, and started going at it. It was the least he could do for them, especially after being too weak to keep them from dying, which was just the most haunting thought in his mind, and came back whenever he came to visit them. It was the reason why he hated going there most, though it was just a small sacrifice to make, for the people that had given him life.

Sat Nov 24, 2012 11:29 pm

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A runaway breath of air would run down the streets of Karakura Central, trapped between the imposing buildings on either side. The zephyr was a perfect representation of freedom still, boundless in volume and untroubled by the typical albatross of the human world. It whistled through the gothic iron gates of the cemetery without hindrance, chilling the being residing within. It was one of those cold mornings, where you'd find light frost upon your vehicles windshield when you went outside for work. A ceiling of murky clouds would shroud Karakura from the direct light of the sun, casting a dimness on the city. All the while, leaves would depart from those trees that were preserved in the city for a fresher oxygen. Carried by the gusts, they displayed their ambers and their wheats and their shades of autumn in between; it was clear that fall season was present. Though that morning brisk was a warning, telling all that Winter was just beyond the hill summit. Such thoughts idled within the confines of Fantasia's mind as she took a stroll through the unexplored regions of the city, or at least unexplored for her.

Going along with her hairstyle a day impulsion, the young teen had chosen a unique one today; a black hairband tied the girls hair into an elevated pony tail, albeit the odd part of it would be the placement. She had strangely chosen to fasten it on the right side of her head, and it would cause the collective lock of hair to splash like liquid gold upon her shoulder. The color contrasted greatly with the pitch black shadow of a cloak that obscured the entirety of her body below the neck. Not even sleeves were present for convenience, but instead it would be divided into two lapels split symmetrical down the centerline. Underneath this cloak... was clothing currently unseen, and thus did not matter. However, given as Fantasia had her cloak down, her face would be clearly seen. Muted silver eyes commanded the most attention, second only to the slightly large forehead that was apparent only due to the lack of bangs. Her mouth, nose, and ears were small, yet still had a capability to be expressive. The only problem now was that their wasn't much emotion for Fantasia to express. It had been a rather dull morning, and so the girl was cool and aloof.

The graveyard had been the first interesting part so far.

Fantasia's ears were perked up enough to hear the rumors of the grapevine, and so it was by one that she heard of this place. Said to attract wayward spirits, this would be confirmed quite swiftly, and all it took was a glance. There were souls that were just... loitering would be the best word for it. Life after death didn't seem so appealing a prospect for them, apparent by the somber aura emanating from the small collection here. Fantasia was wary in their proximity, knowing that these beings had passed away and yet for some reason had not moved on to heaven or hell or whatever place follows after death. She also knew, as of recently, that she was one of a select minority of the Earth's population who could see spirits. Realizing this as she stared at the late children and elderly put a strange feeling wedged between her heart and stomach. For added effect, another stray breeze washed upon her face, blowing her ponytail around and chilling the bare skin of her cheeks and ears. Now this was piquing at Fantasia's curiosity because the concentration of souls here was greater than in any other area of the massive metropolis. It seems that some could not simply leave their physical body behind so easily...

And then a thorn sticking out among the bunch, a human being. Fantasia could tell the difference between humans and other ethereal races thanks to her soul detection—her spiritual sixth sense, terribly undeveloped but still useful enough for basic differentiation. Immaculate silver hair in a semi-disheveled state, covering down to his lower neck. However such a detail would be assumed, not seen, as from the back this man's collar guarded his neck from prying eyes; or perhaps in this case it would be from the bleak temperatures. Either way, the collar was part of a near complete ensemble of white regalia endowing him. Tall, lean, tidy; all pleasing adjectives to describe this young man from figure alone, and yet his face had not even been shown. As for what he was doing: Fantasia saw the bouquet in his arms, and watched as he stood unmoving between two headstones deep into the graveyard. She could only assume that he was here for the sake of loved ones who had passed before him. She could only hope they had passed away peacefully in their sleep, rather than in the nightmarish massacres that her own parents had. The blonde's heart hitched and she looked down as the terrible images flashed through her eyes. No one should have to witness such things as she had.

Fantasia found her body moving ahead of her mind, treading through the iron gates into the grim acre. The spirits seemed to have the same idea, gathering toward the young man as though he were an anchor. Her footsteps were quiet as a whisper, though it was not her intent to sneak up on him. Rather, it was just for the sake of preserving the momentary solace... it was not polite to disturb the dead. Ten meters behind, Fantasia would simply watch with her hands clasped together in front of her. She was patient. She waited for him to come to his closure, and then perhaps she would speak. But for now, the only sound amongst the tombstones in this graveyard would be the bittersweet symphony of the early morning wind.

Thu Nov 29, 2012 9:03 am

After a few minutes of removing leaves and other junk from the graves of his parents, he simply sat there with a blank look in his eyes. It was always the same, every time he came over to check on the graves, he was washed over by a sense of guilt and shame, not to mention the pain of being near the ones he had lost. Had he been stronger then, he could have made so much more out of their lives, he could have saved them from their fate with his powers. Unfortunately, that was not the case, and he had been too weak to do a single thing about it, and that was something that both shamed and guilted him to this day. Ever since it happened several years ago, he had been training like a mad man, learning how to shoot more accurately, break someone's skull with his fist and even fight very well with his swords. Training his Quincy skills, as well as his other equipment, the kind that never truly belonged to him, but was somehow made into his own. It was crucial to him that he became strong enough to never let something like that happen to him again, for a next time would most likely push him over the edge entirely, and no one wanted that to happen.

As he stood up straight, he knocked of the dirt from his knees and nodded at the grave, like one would do when telling their parents they would go for a while. When turning around to walk away, his sixth sense had picked up on a relatively fair sized spiritual pressure, only a split second before his eyes could see the girl. She seemed like a nice kid, having silvery eyes and blonde hair tied into a tail. Several things made the girl look rather interesting to him, because next to the fact that she concealed her entire body with a large cloak, she also had a Spiritual pressure that, despite being lesser to his own, was bigger then most of the Humans he had seen and conversed with in the last couple of months. The only humans he had met so far had been in the Park or in Karakura's high school, never before in a Cemetery, making the girl that much more interesting to him. On his way out of the dark place, he would have to pass her, which would be the perfect opportunity for him to start a conversation with the young one. She was not that far away from him, and after closing the distance between them to a mere four meters, he stopped in his track, crossing his hands in front of his chest as he looked at the kid.

"Hey there, are you also here to visit someone?" he said, figuring she would have a good reason to be here, rather then hanging around the Cemetery because it was the hottest new club in town, the place to be. He was joking of course, because most people that came to a Cemetery for fun had a rather morbid taste, the cold dead air and the nearly frozen soil making it very hard to truly enjoy being in the place. Everything about the place just spelled death, and he did not understand why human or spirit would want to hang around the place, as he himself would like to leave the place as soon as possible, just like he always did. If he managed to connect with the girl, maybe she would like to walk with him, even though he had no idea where he would be going next.

Sat Dec 22, 2012 1:18 pm

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After some time, the bouquet of roses this man had brought with him would see itself put to rest beside the two tombs, not biased toward either one of them. Fantasia's eyes sparkled as she figured that they were probably his parents, able to share the love of their son together, even through the threshold between life and death. He would dust off the gravestones as best as he could with his white gloves, disregarding the smudges of gray and brown that would most definitely find their way upon the blank fabric. But so what? Any day of the week Fantasia would take that trade—this was respect for the dead, an admirable trait indeed. The girl would watch as he finished his regards to this place, and then stood. When he turned, he was met face to face with Fantasia, albeit he was not too surprised at her presence, given his unchanging and unreadable expression. Whatever the case, the girl was finally able to get a good look at his face. It was dignified and austere in quality, boasting a long and thin nose over a pair of tight lips. His eyes stood out the most for their aquamarine hue, which stared into her own similarly shaded irises. There was a moment of silence between them, whereas Fantasia simply stared with a blank face until he made his move.

His choice of action was to draw closer to the fairly younger female, Fantasia, before stopping within arm's reach of her and addressing her. There could have been several reasons explaining the necessity of such a proximity before this man would speak to her, some of them darker than others, but the blonde regarded none of them as innocent as she was. She held her ground and simply had to crane her neck back a little to look up to him. He essentially asked her reason for being here, primarily assuming that the cause was for the sake of her own deceased ones. But no, her family was buried far far away from here, and she knew their spirits lived on somewhere else. In response to him, she verbalized her thoughts after a somber shake of her head. "Oh no, not at all, stranger. We were simply passing by when we saw you here, and we noticed..." She trailed off after cutting her explanation off halfway through. She temporarily forgot how normal humans were incapable of detecting the spirits who trekked the World of the Living after their death, something she had learned long ago by experience. She had been ridiculed for the occasion once, and did not seek a repeat of such a time. "We noticed that you were grieving," she said instead, looking down at his feet as she was unable to tell the half-truth in direct eye contact.

A gust of wind blew again, chilling Fantasia even through the finely knit fabric of her cloak. It blew at the flaps and ripped by, but she easily managed to hold the apparel together. After exhaling a visibly chilled breathe of air, she would return her focus upon the man, detailing her assumptions and observations to him. "Were those your parents that you were grieving for? It looked like you were tending to two, instead of just one. And we just want to say that appreciate that you would do that for the dead. It's a very respectful thing to do. And to have brought a bouquet, very symbolic..." She trailed off again, clearly aware of her mumbling and thus forcing herself to shut up. After all, this was still but a stranger to her, and yet she was yapping her lips off to him. She was just to easily a nuisance, and after years of being treated as an outcast, she'd be damned if she hadn't realized her issues by now and had tried to cover them up. So, she just outright reset, blinking her eyes as she addressed the man once more. "Hi, we're Fantasia Nevermore."

Fri Dec 28, 2012 10:24 pm

How strange, it seemed that this girl had some sort of strange disorder, referring to herself as we, rather then I. It was weird to see something like this actually happening, not finding it as weird when reading about similar things in medical journals. Perhaps the girl had some form of schizophrenia, or maybe she was somehow sharing her body with someone else, similar to how a Shinigami and a Zanpakutō got along, or a Shinigami and a Hollow inside of one head. She looked like she was at least a nice person, so that was a good thing, even though looks could be quite deceiving. From her way of speaking to him, he was however quite confident that she was not a threat to anyone, and was one of the few people that would still try to help a stranger, a rare thing in the modern age. People did not seem all that high on helping one another anymore, as the trust in humanity itself seemed to slip out of the world and disappeared in the deepest reaches of space. He himself tried to do what he could, though he did not go out into the world to fight evil, for that was simply not his style. If something was to happen near him, he would try to make a difference, though such a thing was the best he could do as a mere human being. Saving people from darkness was something he would leave for those that had banded together to make a difference in a grim universe.

When the girl spoke up to answer his earlier question, she stated that she had not come to the Cemetery to see any of her relatives, which in itself seemed rather weird. Staring down, she claimed that she had noticed him grieving, and that she had come to see him because of it. To him, it seemed like a kind gesture, though it seemed as if she was hiding something when she looked down. It did not matter to him, if she wanted to hide something, that was her right as a human being, and he would not try to break into it. Honesty was something he would very much appreciate, though it seemed that it was not just going to come up. Hitoshi placed one hand behind his ear as he started scratching it, figuring it to be only natural that she would not fully open up to a stranger. When the girl asked if it were his parents that were laying in the graves he had just visited, he “A lot of things have changed since their deaths, and I am no longer the person they raised in their lifetime. Still, I guess you could call those people my parents” he said, wondering if he could still call them parents now that they had died, and he had changed his own name and past. Being a Bardawulf by birth, he figured that he was still their flesh and blood, though he was no longer really the boy they once knew.

The wind was surely cold today, just like the ground below him, seemingly frozen to make even a once muddy floor into a hard surface. He never really enjoyed cold weather and snow, though he did not really like summer or rain either. One of the few things he enjoyed was a normal day that was not too hot and not too cold, preferably at night time. He was not the only one that seemed to not be very pleased with the weather, seeing as she also shivered a bit as a cold breeze passed them both by. “That’s a really interesting name. Pleased to meet you Fantasia, my name is Hitoshi Hikaru, resident of Karakura” he said, extending a hand in her direction. Putting the other behind his head, he hoped she would not mind the somewhat dirtied gloves. It seemed like a good idea to go somewhere else after they met, maybe a local place that was a bit warmer. The city had a lot of places where one could go to just get a drink, or to escape the cold weather for a little while. Chances were that she would just leave soon anyway, though he could at least ask her if she wanted to come with him later.

Fri Jan 04, 2013 5:00 pm

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Fantasia stared at the offered hand for a while, at first not understanding the gesture. The stranger's name was Hitoshi Hikaru, and he like her lived within the great city of Karakura Central. After a couple seconds, Fantasia's mouth would make an 'oh' shape as her brow would rise in synchronization; remembering such a courtesy being used in the past, she would take her own hand and gently place it in Hitoshi's snowy-gloved one, grasping it firmly. If she was correct in her recollection, she would be shaking that hand up and down in a strange fashion—apparently this was a way to greet somebody new. It was unfortunate for Fantasia to not know how orthodox this manner was, but that was one of the many downsides to being without a family for so much of her life. Many of the simpler lessons in life had gone untaught to the poor girl. When Fantasia was on her own, she could only go upon the experiences she ran into coincidentally, because otherwise she was far too focused on her training. She was only fifteen years old, yet with such a degree of power, sacrifices had to be made for her to have reached this level. It was the story of her life, untold, for she was her only company.

As some of these thoughts flowed through the forefront of her mind, Fantasia's hand would go slack and drop out of the form handshake, falling silently to her side. Her face became somewhat melancholy, with a sad smile barely managing to persist on it. The audience of souls at this place was making her slightly uncomfortable, and she felt the need to be away from here. All these spirits, all these tombstones; they signified a life gone from the World of the Living. Fantasia didn't enjoy witnessing human beings in this form, and it made her shy her face away from their gaze. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Hitoshi Hikaru. But we're afraid we'll have to leave as soon as we arrived." She hugged her arms around her body, planting them just below her breastline. It was indeed chilly, so any warmth she could grant herself on this morning's trek was welcome. Relinquishing one last look to Hitoshi, she would offer an apology before she turned away and began treading in the direction she had originally been traveling in.A whistle of wind overtook her departing foot steps, and she would fade out of the man's vision as the fog disguised her form with distance.

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