Post by Mercurious on Jul 15, 2012 21:39:47 GMT -5
Akihiko found himself patrolling the streets of Karakura in his usual fashion. His Zanpaku-to was strapped to his back with a make shift belt now, the strips of his Shinigami robes having been shredded in his fight with an Arrancar a month ago. His hat, however, was on and backwards, the white short sleeve shirt he wore hugged his muscular chest and arms, leading down--untucked--to his jeans. These were loose, and led down to his tanned work boots. His hands were jammed into his pockets. His emerald eyes glanced around, a small smirk on his face as he watched the people go about their daily business.
His sheep, he called them. And he was a sheep dog determined to protect his flock. After having, narrowly, avoided being drug back to the Seireitei his stints out into the open were short, and random--such was this case. He had only shunpo'd a few blocks from his underground/sewer system hide out to do a quick patrol before heading back.
Despite this, his senses were on full alert for spiritual pressure--Shinigami, Hollow, or anything else. Of course, if they were able to suppress their energy, it'd be rather bad for him. He stopped on a street corner, looking from side to side as he decided his next move.
His sheep, he called them. And he was a sheep dog determined to protect his flock. After having, narrowly, avoided being drug back to the Seireitei his stints out into the open were short, and random--such was this case. He had only shunpo'd a few blocks from his underground/sewer system hide out to do a quick patrol before heading back.
Despite this, his senses were on full alert for spiritual pressure--Shinigami, Hollow, or anything else. Of course, if they were able to suppress their energy, it'd be rather bad for him. He stopped on a street corner, looking from side to side as he decided his next move.