A Conversation [CLOSED]

[the_katals]

Characters: Jushirou UkitakeSogyo & Kiros Seagill [tempestabianca & the_katals
Content: After a surprising and brief conversation earlier, Kiros decides to sneak off the Victoria II and venture to the city outskirts of Kropmork to meet with a living legend in secrecy.
Setting: Outside of town, Kropmork
Time: Twelve noon [Mid-day]
Warnings: PG [Not sure, may chance?]

Comments

sorry for the late tag!

[tempestabianca]

"Or rather, your senses are not so well trained," came a voice on a breeze. A glance in the direction of the source would reveal it came form the branches of a large oak tree...an uncanny spot of deep red amongst the kelly green. It was in those branches that the mysterious Sogyo rested, leaned against the trunk with a leg hanging over the edge. The garb was distinct...a kimono and pleated pantaloons Kiros perhaps knew to be called hakama, and a great haori coat that fluttered in the wind.

The face was masked but for the eyes in a red cloth, off shaded from the rest of his wardrobe, but his eyes showed a smile when he turned to face the young mechanic. He even chuckled almost.

"It's really amazing out here...I often lose touch with nature in cities like these...and on the ships that litter the skies...so I come here to find that connection once more."

ITS KEWL, MAN!

[the_katals]

Perhaps not since Kiros was rather shocked that other actually was there the entire time, not noticing his presencenot even once since he arrived there. And how could he not see 'Sogyo' amidst all of the bright green leaves that clashed so distinctly against the bright scarlet of such regal clothing. Kiros stood there for a moment, a few feet away from Sogyo as he watched him in silence. "If you didn't invite me here to meet with you, I wouldn't have believed that beauty would actually lie here in Kropmork." With a smirk, the mechanic approached with his hands shoved in his pants pockets

[tempestabianca]

Jushirou let out a more audible laugh this time, lifting himself up and hopping effortlessly down from the branch, landing with nary a single bit of unnecessary sound...it was rather graceful to behold, but Jushirou wasn't showing off. It wasn't in his nature.

"I am indeed Jushirou...and don't worry too much about my perch. I was there waiting for you. Some people simple do not look for such things, that's all," he said, the smile showing through the cowl once more in those eyes. But he wasn't content to wear it now...no point in hiding out here with a man who already knew his secret. He lifted one of the wraps that held the cowl in place and removed it completely.

Long white hair cascaded down from their hidden place, the breeze catching them.

"I am Jushirou Ukitake, the prodigal son of Ivona."

[the_katals]

Taking a cautious step away when the other spring off of the tree branch, Kiros couldn't help but wonder if he should be on his guard around Sogyo. He had a funny feeling that he wouldn't be much of a match now if the red-clad man decided to take him on, especially after how badly that duel went with Lt. Hijikata the other day. Yet still, as a precaution, Kiros still brought his katals with him but he hidden them within the folds and inner pockets of his jacket to keep them from being seen. This is Kropmork, better to come prepared than sorry!

The thick hood-like garment that covered Jushirou's eyes well did make Kiros a tad bit tense but once the cowl was removed and he saw the others face, such ill feelings somewhat waned for he now had a face to match with the legendary name. "One of the many prodigal sons of Ivona and in the flesh..." Kiros replied, his dark gaze seemingly to ask questions that weren't voiced just yet.

"You are risking too much to be traveling around Kropmork like this."