Shinigami
Administrator
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Their journey through the districts was anything but short. He led his female captures from one district, to the next. They take the off beaten paths, those less populated and the further they travel, the darker and more grisly their surroundings seem to become. Those that did see the trio, the direction which they’re heading begin to whisper and mutter to one another. Surely they couldn’t be heading to that place?
”We’ll be there soon...”
His steps have slowly become sluggish, there is hesitation in his voice. He glances around, there is an eerie chill as they cross the threshold into the Seventy Seventh District of the Rukongai. It remains uncertain if this was natural, or merely his own fears and apprehensions of this place made manifest.
The ground is rough, dead, barren of life, their surroundings seemingly absent of color. From afar a settlement comes into view — no...not a settlement...a camp, walled and barred off from the world around it. There is a single road that leads up to the entrance of this macabre camp, it is a path not taken by the three.
Maneuvering through the terrain, closing the distance the bodies, impaled on spikes, flesh and bone born ornaments decorate the jagged wall of splintered and sharpened wood. Blood long since coagulated further the decoration like graffiti.
The bodies belong to those of men and women, the tattered clothing of many tells tale of their respective origins. Bandits, thieves...criminals of the Rukongai. Then there were the others...even from the tattered, torn and ragged cloth that covered their mutilated bodies, one could tell it was the signature uniform and apparel of the shinigami.
”Friends of yours?”
He asks the women while gazing at the scene, the question rhetorical in nature...if only he knew.
”Just..who could combat trained shinigami like that?”
A question that was perhaps asked by others as well. Who or what could have done this..and how?
”What’s this?”
His eyes peel away, taking note of a larger party than their own approach that lone road leading up to the entrance of the camp. He squints his eyes, straining them to confirm what he was sure he saw. More shinigami. He watches them approach the wall spearheaded by a man with long hair, followed closely by a blue headed women and strangely garbed individuals. He glances back towards the women , his eyes barely hidden by his hat says it all. He doesn’t dare draw any closer, dares not expose himself more than he already has by coming here.
”I’ve brought you here as agreed. Though it perhaps would have been better if I didn’t…”
He glances over towards the pink haired woman. She spoke of how he wasn’t the worst thing to roam the districts, of how there were others far more terrible and dangerous than him. She didn’t know how right she was. There were far more dangerous elements than this simple bandit, those more dangerous than perhaps even those prisoners of hers.
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Their journey through the districts was anything but short. He led his female captures from one district, to the next. They take the off beaten paths, those less populated and the further they travel, the darker and more grisly their surroundings seem to become. Those that did see the trio, the direction which they’re heading begin to whisper and mutter to one another. Surely they couldn’t be heading to that place?
”We’ll be there soon...”
His steps have slowly become sluggish, there is hesitation in his voice. He glances around, there is an eerie chill as they cross the threshold into the Seventy Seventh District of the Rukongai. It remains uncertain if this was natural, or merely his own fears and apprehensions of this place made manifest.
The ground is rough, dead, barren of life, their surroundings seemingly absent of color. From afar a settlement comes into view — no...not a settlement...a camp, walled and barred off from the world around it. There is a single road that leads up to the entrance of this macabre camp, it is a path not taken by the three.
Maneuvering through the terrain, closing the distance the bodies, impaled on spikes, flesh and bone born ornaments decorate the jagged wall of splintered and sharpened wood. Blood long since coagulated further the decoration like graffiti.
The bodies belong to those of men and women, the tattered clothing of many tells tale of their respective origins. Bandits, thieves...criminals of the Rukongai. Then there were the others...even from the tattered, torn and ragged cloth that covered their mutilated bodies, one could tell it was the signature uniform and apparel of the shinigami.
”Friends of yours?”
He asks the women while gazing at the scene, the question rhetorical in nature...if only he knew.
”Just..who could combat trained shinigami like that?”
A question that was perhaps asked by others as well. Who or what could have done this..and how?
”What’s this?”
His eyes peel away, taking note of a larger party than their own approach that lone road leading up to the entrance of the camp. He squints his eyes, straining them to confirm what he was sure he saw. More shinigami. He watches them approach the wall spearheaded by a man with long hair, followed closely by a blue headed women and strangely garbed individuals. He glances back towards the women , his eyes barely hidden by his hat says it all. He doesn’t dare draw any closer, dares not expose himself more than he already has by coming here.
”I’ve brought you here as agreed. Though it perhaps would have been better if I didn’t…”
He glances over towards the pink haired woman. She spoke of how he wasn’t the worst thing to roam the districts, of how there were others far more terrible and dangerous than him. She didn’t know how right she was. There were far more dangerous elements than this simple bandit, those more dangerous than perhaps even those prisoners of hers.
