Not Falling
Characters: Mugurma Kensei & Hisagi Shuuhei
When: March 23rd, early afternoon
Where: Around...Seireitei
Rating: PG-13+ for violence
Summary: Kensei goes Hollow!Crazy, and Shuu gets to see how scary he can be ):
Too late. It had been much too late until he noticed the surge of a very violent reiatsu. Shuuhei mentally scolded himself, only taking notice after he spilled his cup of tea all over the reports he had just been finishing up. His Fifth Seat had come rushing in just as he rushed out, telling her to look after the office while he was out. That was that, and now Shuuhei was hopping over rooftops, leaving the grounds of the Ninth far behind him.
There were no signs of Hollow infiltration, he thought, hand gripped tightly to the hilt of Kazeshini. Hollow attacks in Rukongai were common, but with the protective barrier around Seireitei, something like that would have raised an alarm. Of course there was the possibility of the Vaizard unleashing their inner Hollow but Shuuhei knew none of them were foolish enough to do so, especially this openly, lest they wanted to face more ridicule and possible execution at the hands of Central 46. (Ukitake would never do that). Shuuhei was prepared to see something similar to a Menos with that sort of reiatsu, but what he found was much worse.
He slid to a stop, not far from the Fifth Division. Large, bone-like bolts seemed to stick from the man's skin, and had it not been for the Shinigami uniform, Shuuhei would have mistaken it for an Arrancar. Perhaps it was one of those that could fuse with a Shinigami, taking over their body for its own, like some sort of parasite. From a distance he could not make out too many details, but that did not stop him from drawing his sword.
"Hey!"
When: March 23rd, early afternoon
Where: Around...Seireitei
Rating: PG-13+ for violence
Summary: Kensei goes Hollow!Crazy, and Shuu gets to see how scary he can be ):
Too late. It had been much too late until he noticed the surge of a very violent reiatsu. Shuuhei mentally scolded himself, only taking notice after he spilled his cup of tea all over the reports he had just been finishing up. His Fifth Seat had come rushing in just as he rushed out, telling her to look after the office while he was out. That was that, and now Shuuhei was hopping over rooftops, leaving the grounds of the Ninth far behind him.
There were no signs of Hollow infiltration, he thought, hand gripped tightly to the hilt of Kazeshini. Hollow attacks in Rukongai were common, but with the protective barrier around Seireitei, something like that would have raised an alarm. Of course there was the possibility of the Vaizard unleashing their inner Hollow but Shuuhei knew none of them were foolish enough to do so, especially this openly, lest they wanted to face more ridicule and possible execution at the hands of Central 46. (Ukitake would never do that). Shuuhei was prepared to see something similar to a Menos with that sort of reiatsu, but what he found was much worse.
He slid to a stop, not far from the Fifth Division. Large, bone-like bolts seemed to stick from the man's skin, and had it not been for the Shinigami uniform, Shuuhei would have mistaken it for an Arrancar. Perhaps it was one of those that could fuse with a Shinigami, taking over their body for its own, like some sort of parasite. From a distance he could not make out too many details, but that did not stop him from drawing his sword.
"Hey!"