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Hah. And I had feared that things had blown over.

Are you at last happy, you Shinigami, now that more blood's been spilled? And you men of Konoha? I suppose it doesn't matter. You've done nothing to stop this, and won't be doing anything different in the future, I wager.

And that's true for all you madmen of this city, make no mistake. None of you are safe. Take care who you look up to as your healers and guardians.

My regards to your brother, dome Izuna. Sometimes it seems a shame that we must be enemies.

Private to Carmen//unhackable )
favorthebold: (Vaguely pissed)
[The feed clicks on to a shockingly messy scene. Just outside a broken section of the Great Wall of Adstringendum, Saul has hunted down and butchered - not simply killed - a huge bipedal creature of some sort, at least three times his size. It's sprawled in the thin snow, gutted, Saul's hook still sticking from its eye. Its face is just human enough to be clearly contorted in the pain of its passing.

It's a grand kill, but Saul doesn't look pleased as he steps onto the thing's chest, kneels down and retrieves his hook with a twist that causes a sputter of blood. He looks tense and irate, rather, as he cleans the metal in the snow, clips it back to his belt, then picks up the PCD.]


Enough. This isn't a soldier's work.


[With that word, he calls up a wind that rises and whips through his hair, and a moment later the light changes as the sky above him clouds over. Rain breaks soon, washing away the blood; he'll be bringing it with him into the city.]

I want to know... about the man called Sousuke Aizen. The man you death gods fear.


((OOC: No there will be no selfcesting, please not to be alarmed.
Plot is slowly go. Hitsu-mun, we'll talk ^^))
favorthebold: (*scheme)
I wonder what would happen if I were to kill a man while he is in another's body.


Now don't make faces at me. I'm sure you've all wondered the same.
favorthebold: (Saul in the corner)
So this... land, country, city, whatever it is... has no Guardians.

It's not entirely surprising, but what am I supposed to do with it?



Shelter matters more for the time being, proper clothes... it was summer in Hyem, high summer... I've been a poorer exile before. But your food is vile, strange people, if I must eat out of another box or tin I'd rather chew down my boots, and they're almost six years old, those boots.

I can't imagine how you live.


Ho, stone monster! Are you still 'stuck' to some man?

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