With the Captains suffering casualties and heavy injuries on their side, all hope seemed to be lost... until Shinji Hirako appeared, along with the rest of the former Shinigami. Though the aid of the Vizards certainly helped to draw the battle in their favor, it seemed Aizen's power alone proved too much for them.
Well, one thing he had definitely decided on, human treats were good. They were pretty stinking amazing if anyone had a say on it. When he had first come to the living world, he had wondered if he was going to like the food at all.
Truth be told, he loved it.
With an open bag of Cheeto's in one hand, Remer Ather stared absentmindedly down the street, his free hand automatically digging in the bag of goodness and lifting orange snackage to his face every time he was done chewing.
With a giggle, he tossed the bag to the side and continued down his neighborhood. Well, at least for the time-being. He could never stay in a place longer than a year to avoid suspicion. Still, he had gotten used to the life of a wanderer.
Though, lately, he should have been worried, as the area seemed to have a lot more hollow activity. It would only mean that more Shinigami would be sent to enforce the local patrol. He should have been concerned... but he wasn't, at all.
His carefree smile and grin was proof of that.
As long as his gigai continued to function, regular Shinigami would not be able to read his slightly varying reiastu levels. So, he really shouldn't have anything to worry about.
Still, there might have a problem should a seated officer show up.
Meh, he wasn't worried. Humming, the small boy with bright blue hair continued down the sidewalk at a leisurely pace.
Post by Rebel Raven on Aug 25, 2009 4:05:12 GMT -5
"Oiy! Pick that up!" A woman's voice that mixed being lazy as hell with a certain ball shriveling authority blasted from behind Remer.
Should he turn around he'd see a woman in a school girl outfit with a lazy grip on a case at her side. In further detail, she wore the outfit of a Karakura High school girl with obvious feminine curves as her bosom threatened to pop buttons despite the chest wrapping that could be seen between the buttons that held the cloth around her chest. She wore brown fingerless gloves on her hands, and instead of a shirt, boy's pants complete with a belt. Those pants led to regulation socks and shoes, though the socks were barely visible.
The woman herself looked ... stoned for lack of a better word. Her near pure black eyes were distant, but over all she was fairly pretty with long brown hair coiled in a bun on her head save for a pair of long bangs that framed her face. From what could be seen she looked athletic, and that was about it.
On top of it all, she pointed at the discarded cheetos bag that missed the trash bin, and she looked rather serious about it.
Why was she here? Hell if she remembered now. Probably to grab some snacks before patrol, or something. Fuck, she hated being lazy. She forgot things she shouldn't have.
Ooof course, her reiatsu wasn't well hidden, and at this point it felt like someone who aughta be 5th seat of a decent squad. Then again she wasn't really trying to be -that- threatening.
He blinked a couple times, immediately picking up on the horribly concealed reiastu source and spinning on a heel. The young boy simply pouted when he got scolded.
"B-but I don' wanna!" He whined, refusing to move and pick up his trash.
Every instinct told him to get out of there as soon as possible, seeing as how she had reiastu levels that none of the local Shinigami on usual patrol held. It was pretty ridiculous though, the way that she was dressed as a human, it made him giggle.
"You look funneh'." Though, he was pretty sure that that wasn't the look that she was going for. It looked more like a half-assed attempt to put an outfit together and try to make it somewhat sexy.
He himself wasn't that... well wasn't wearing the right type of look to fit in, necessarily. Because of his bright blue hair, a lot of the kids around the place believed that he bleached it as a gang symbol of some sort.
Also, the blue tatoo of his hollow's mask on his exposed left shoulder also empowered their beliefs. However, when the kid let himself get 'beat up' by the teenagers, they were always rather dissapointed. The would always call him a wimp, but meh, the last thing he needed here was to have the human cops on his tail.
He was wearing a mid-toned blue vest and a light blue singlet underneath it. It tended to expose his arms, which were rather toned for someone looking his age, unexplainably so.
The boy also wore a pair of dark blue jeans that seemed to be ripped in several places, on his feet were a pair of white sneakers.
He cocked his head and smiled. "Ne, ne, what's your name huh?"
Post by Rebel Raven on Aug 25, 2009 4:51:36 GMT -5
Yumeji heard his protests, and walked over to him like a zombie with her eyes glazed with a million mile stare... It was like he was suddenly in some strange horror film... Her facial expression slackened, and at this rate one'd expect her to raise her arms, and groan, but she didn't. She did, however, get in his face...
Her eyes suddenly had clarity as they were not more than a half foot away form each other, "PICK IT UP!!!" then there was a sudden movement. She headbutted him, or at least tried to! She'd make a bar brawler (And maybe Kenpachi?) cry with pride with how well she executed it, too.
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He blinked, once or twice... seemingly trying to comprehend why the hell she was yelling at him. Apparently, he didn't see the headbutt coming as it connected right into the boy's face, throwing his backwards several feet, his legs following suit before he crashed into the floor as a bloody heap.
"Owie owie owieeee!!" He complained, lifting his upper body off the floor with his nose bleeding freely. Remer pouted and attempted to cut off the bleeding from his nose. "W-what was that for?!"
He whined and pouted at the girl for a moment, before rising to his feet and removing his hand from his nose, apparently having affectively cut the bleeding off. "You're a meanie!"
Like that was all that was needed to said, he started to giggle again, starting to play hop-skotch on the ground as if nothing had happened. ".. What's your name huh?"
It seemed that he had forgotten that he had already asked that question, or something...
Post by Rebel Raven on Aug 25, 2009 5:36:56 GMT -5
Yumeji blinked at this man... Blimey, Tsubame! He's more stoned than I am! she thought to her zanpakuto spirit as she stared at this man who acted like a child...
"What was that for? I said for ya to pick up yer trash!" She berated him, "You're the mean one making a woman use more energy than she aughta in trying to make a guy fly straight, and be responsible!" she rubbed her forehead a bit, either from a headache or from the collision of skulls.
"Now pick it up! Then names!"she raised her other hand and let the case flop behind her as if she threatened to bludgeon him with it. Externally she was an angry bitch woman... inside she was tired. Last thing she wanted to do was deal with some odd teenager. Seriously, what was his deal?
Tsubame chimed in Men! What can you do, eh? No wonder we're lesbian, the latter term was a bit of a running joke for them.
She frowned a bit at the guy, and waited to see if he'd do it... honestly, she was about to say hell with it, though. Nothing's worth this sort of trouble, right?
...Right!
... "You know what, forget it,..." she rubbed her nose, then leaned against a nearby lamp post. She gave up all of a sudden, and resumed her lazy ass ways as if he exhausted her in the minute or two they had aquatinted. "Name's Yumeji," she said calmly, then yawned lightly.
He blinked, a couple times. That was unexpected. Most people that didn't get a reaction out of him after picking a fight with him would simply walk away. No, scratch that, every person who picked a fight would just walk away.
They would never actually introduce themselves like he asked them to.
He cocked his head to the side, what to do now? "Errr... ummm... my name's... Alfonzo!"
Do'h! What a stupid name to make up on the spot. But Remer had to think of something right? There was no chance in hell that the boy was about to give his name to someone who's reiastu seemed to match that of a Shinigami's.
If so, she would easily be able to find out who he was, ending up in him getting hunted by Seretei.
"A-are you a student?" He asked, obviously noticing the emblem on her uniform. "You don't look the right age for schooool."
He hopped back onto one foot and began to play hop-skotch again, seemingly forgetting the awkwardness of this situation.
Post by Rebel Raven on Aug 26, 2009 0:53:36 GMT -5
Yumeji quirked a brow at "Alfonzo's" comment, "Al,"she already shortened his name like she knew him, "... are you calling me old?" she stared daggers at him, and prepared the energy to strangle him if he did. She picked a teenaged gigai demmit! And demmit, Matsumoto passed for a highschool student!!
She had little else to do at the moment but wait for his answer, so she rested against the pole, and waited to see if she needed to strangle a bitch or not. Not that she'd kill him. That's against the law in both worlds! But strangling him near to death was only illegal in this world!
Tsubame appeared to Yumeji on the sidewalk next to her, and she watched, though really, she could only see what Yumeji saw. Still, this was gunna be interesting! Yumeji's not one to get fired up like this, after all. Then again no one ever said anything bad about her appearance. Yumeji tended to always get by by hook, or crook, or makeup kit.
Yeah, Yumeji was ready to throw a over this shiz! He outted her camouflage! Called her old! Didn't say she was pretty! Just a big ass insult!
"Oh? Gomen!" He smiled and scratched the back of his head. During his time at the academy, he had learnt proper etiquette and decided against insulting a woman by guessing her age. "I meant you look mature."
He giggled and spun around on his heel, before beginning to play hop-skotch again.
"Ne, ne, that's not a bad thing, right?" He question innocently before returning to his apparently amusing game.
"Demo, I haven't seen you at this highschool..." Remer cocked his head to the side, scratching his head. "I go there sometimes to see what's going on..."
