The Dragon of the West Rises

Jaeden had been so busy since the time he left the Soul Society, he had been dragging along for a while doing business between both his clan and the Vizard Corps. But he remembered how defiant he was when fighting against that man. He gripped his hand into a knuckle, hearing the two voices pop into his head as he observed the scene. The Sector One Leader seemed to be thinking about things that were going on in his mind at the moment, the Crows were a molded into what they were now because of him. So what could he do to further them and make them better then they were, Jaeden's eyes of mahogany looked out now, staring at the town. Taking in every detail his eyes could capture. It would be time soon, for the Four Dragons to gather. Names weren't going to be spoken not this time. They simply were, East, South, North, and West. The strongest fighters of the Crow's since it's founding none had been so strong. Jaeden smiled somewhat as the sounds which didn't quite reach his ears finally did, the thunder and lighting in the distance showed a storm coming in.

"So Jaeden, what's the plan now the clan and everyone are looking to you now that you are awake." Seiryu said glancing at him from the ground as a man with shackles and chains stood beside him wearing the make. Azael had arrived as well it seemed. "Ya boss, let's hear the grand scheme of things...You must have a plan to reset this balance of problems, among things." Azael said now as he watched Jaeden whom at this point simply stood upon a building in the human world, he smiled softly looking at the two. Whom now had come into living world only for his eyes and stood near him. Seiryu adopted the human form that he so often forsakes to be a dragon, it was funny he could only smile as he waited for his answer.. "We are Crows, we are Dragons born among man..Our choice is simply, we will fight and fight to free these people and show them that such a thing as freedom does exist in this wretched world..."

Jaeden seemed to pause now, only for a moment before he continued speaking. "Ya know this place is peaceful and free due to The Yuudashi and those in that clan, our leader and keeper of Vizards Zin does a damn good job of working with Shadin...But the rest of the world needs help, so...I guess for that reason, I will call North, South, and East...As the Four Dragons come together, it won't matter who we face...We will win, because that's all that's left.." Azael and Seiryu merely smirked before vanishing Jaeden crossed his arms merely smiling at the town now, dreaming of tomorrow despite the countless storms they would have to brave. The Four Dragons would lead the way to peace or at the very least put up one hell of a fight doing so. Jaeden's white hair blew in the breeze as he waited, a smirk on his lips clear as the lighting in the distant skies.

The man merely looked out around himself, his single garment that covered from his shoulders to his feet blowing slightly along as he continued to march forwards. Or at least, that was the movement that his body was making. In reality, he was completely surrounded withint he soapy confines of a bubble, which was effortlessly taking him across the area towards where they were meeting. To be honest, he could not care less about what this meeting was or even why they were having it. He thought to himself simply as he thought about the many elements of the current situation.

[i]A South who desires nothing relating to it... a West who clings only for memory... an East who only looks North... and a North who merely brings the others along with himself, like the wind...ght simply to himself, sighing slightly. He could have brought another person with him if he had desired, and many years ago, probably would have had that person in this bubble with him right now. The only problem was, -----

His mind discontinued that line of thought, even as the bubble finished its descent, landing before the man known as Jaeden, staring straight into his eyes. [color=cyan]"Well, I am here." He said very simply, announcing his presence as the bubble seemed to suddenly swell up, before popping, the material that made it up seeming to vanish as the brown-haired male stared at the leader of the Crows, something which almost resembled cold disdain fluttering through his gaze. However, the truth of the matter was that it was not directed towards Jaeden, but what he represented, the family of the Crow.

Crow. That word would never mean anything good to the man as long as his sandal-led feet walked the plains of this earth, or floated through it in his bubble. He knew there was only one reason he was here, just one, and that one reason was also the reason why he had any awareness of who he was, as well as the only thing which he had ever felt a heat or. However, the fact of the matter was that those coals had long since been dumped gallons of cool, frozen apathy upon, leaving nothing whatsoever, a cold hole where he use to see, and the only reason that he felt like he needed to do anything. If not for that one connection, he wouldn't be anything of note. In fact, he most likely would have gone insane long ago from excess amounts of energies that were unable to be used.

So, his motivation towards this meeting was obviously extremely low. He would do what he was asked, because again, he had no distaste towards anyone who was an actual member of the clan, merely the concept of the clan in and of itself was the thing which made him feel naseua flow through his body.

Jaeden knew of his presence but he seemed to be thinking for a moment, lost inside himself perhaps. He did long to know why things had happened that way within the Soul Society. His white hair blew in the breeze, as he turned slowly to look at the man who'd arrived. Jaeden often wondered why he'd ended up at the helm of this. Surely the forefather of the family could of taken this and made things work for his way. But he supposed people had reasons, he wondered if this Dragon knew that the one to blame for everything he perhaps ever considered of this family was just a simple walk from him. Jaeden looked at his hand, it seemed that Shiro wasn't here just yet. Iriko had arrived here. The East had arrived here, so East and West were alone for now. "Ah..nice to see you Iriko, just wanted to check on everyone..I guess.." What did the leader mean by this one could ponder, Jaeden wasn't exactly fond of the Gotei 13. But some would say the reason was one well earned. Jaeden's blue eyes looked at Iriko, he did understand the male position and did respect his choice.

Jaeden wasn't big on words not till the rest of the Dragons had arrived. Now the West and East waited for South and North to arrive. He wondered what Shiro would think of what happened in the Soul Society. He was healed up for the most part, he still could feel pain from that and couldn't explain the way he felt to most. Left to die by the people he was going to aid, it was something even the Dragon of the West couldn't describe.

"Yeah, I'd heard that you had some problems with some of those callous members of the Soul Society. As a member myself, I'm ashamed that they were able to do so little while under attack." He said simply, sighing to himself. "I myself was rather……………… preoccupied a the time, I'm sure you understand." He told the man slowly, preferring not to dwell on the circumstances of his vanishment for not even he was completely aware how long.

Both his flame and bubble tattoo on his shoulders were plainly obvious as he had emerged on the surface. "Hmm."He said simply, lifting the pipe in his hands up to his mouth, which in reality was nothing more than a child's bubble-blower. However, as he reached it up t ohis lips and began to blow,he could feel as his bubbles began covering the area, creating hundreds of the little things, which gradually began to form a solid cloud of bubbles around the space where Iriko and Jaeden were, Iriko merely staring at the work he had created.

"There… That should b eenough." He muttered to himself shortly, before eventually sighing to himself, his body relaxing into a bubble that had grown particularly big, laying back in it as he stared up at the clouds above their heads, having created a comfortable chair out of bubbles, as otheres began to form, four of them to be exact, Iriko's gaze driftless, staring up at the clouds passing by and just relaxing, doing nothing but thinking to himself.