Second secret: Social skills (or lack thereof)
[The feed switches on to a rather sad scene of wetness and fog. Aizen is outside the door of a small but mostly intact building, leaning over a pile of kindling. The first few days in the city have not been too kind to him if to judge from his messy, wet hair and the way his hakama is definitely not much for this weather. He closes his eyes and concentrates as he chants:]
Oh ruler, mask of flesh and blood, all creations of the universe, fluttering of the wings, ye who - who bears -
[And oh shit there goes the chant. He sneezes almost hard enough to knock his glasses off his nose. Badly dressed Shinigami has kidou-interrupting cold. He sniffles self-consciously and clears his throat before trying again.]
Oh ruler, mask of flesh and blood, all creations of the universe, fluttering of the wings, ye who bears the name of man! Scorching heat and disorder, evolve the transposition of the southern sea barrier!
Hadou thiry-one, shakkaho!
[Whew. Made it. It's not much of a fireball he casts but it's enough to get the fire going. Still sniffling but a little happier, Aizen crouches next to the fire and pokes it with a stick as he speaks into the PCD.]
As I've only arrived recently, I'm not sure what holiday this city is preparing to celebrate, but there is certainly a festive atmosphere... so it must be a popular one in many worlds.
I've been given to understand that arrivals here are unexpected, and it's generally a sad thing to be alone on a holiday. The shelter I've found is -
[Sigh, sneezing again. Poor thing. He gives an embarrassed little smile.]
- well, it isn't much yet, but it is shelter, and it's about to be much warmer. I thought I'd extend the invitation. It's in all our interests to stick together as much as we can.
I am at - ah, wait - there, I think the coordinates should be showing now. Please don't hesitate. I should have the indoors fireplace set by the time anyone arrives.
Oh ruler, mask of flesh and blood, all creations of the universe, fluttering of the wings, ye who - who bears -
[And oh shit there goes the chant. He sneezes almost hard enough to knock his glasses off his nose. Badly dressed Shinigami has kidou-interrupting cold. He sniffles self-consciously and clears his throat before trying again.]
Oh ruler, mask of flesh and blood, all creations of the universe, fluttering of the wings, ye who bears the name of man! Scorching heat and disorder, evolve the transposition of the southern sea barrier!
Hadou thiry-one, shakkaho!
[Whew. Made it. It's not much of a fireball he casts but it's enough to get the fire going. Still sniffling but a little happier, Aizen crouches next to the fire and pokes it with a stick as he speaks into the PCD.]
As I've only arrived recently, I'm not sure what holiday this city is preparing to celebrate, but there is certainly a festive atmosphere... so it must be a popular one in many worlds.
I've been given to understand that arrivals here are unexpected, and it's generally a sad thing to be alone on a holiday. The shelter I've found is -
[Sigh, sneezing again. Poor thing. He gives an embarrassed little smile.]
- well, it isn't much yet, but it is shelter, and it's about to be much warmer. I thought I'd extend the invitation. It's in all our interests to stick together as much as we can.
I am at - ah, wait - there, I think the coordinates should be showing now. Please don't hesitate. I should have the indoors fireplace set by the time anyone arrives.