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Mech Pilot
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Oct 3, 2011
- Location
- Brazil
The subistitute Shinigami sighed, looking at the dimentional vortex that stood strangely in front of him. They had told him very little about what exactly he was doing there and what he was looking for, but Kuchiki-senpai, his contact in Soul Society mentioned that was some kind of Quincy Mojo, some kind of barrier those Quincy people, whatever the hell they were, had. Someone could have actually taken the time to explain what exactly were those guys, but it seemed they didn't had the time to do it, in which case Souma was left in the dark, roaming through whatever hole they wished, with actually minimum knowledge of how and why.
He had discovered everything not long ago, after almost dying in the hands of a hollow. Until then, he had been a perfectly normal sixteen year old boy, son of a simple woman who ran a small dinner, except for the fact that, since he could remember being a person, he was able to see and freely interact with spirits. Apart from that, he was even more than perfectly normal. Karate, Aikido and Kendo club superstar, honor student, and popular both with boys and girls. He was fairly handsome if he said so himself, dark brown hair, straight, with bangs up to his brown, penetrating eyes. The rest of his face's features were pretty much delicate, easily built into it. He had normal constitution for his age, although a little more ripped than most boys giving all the exercise he had, which combined with the way he usually handled himself, made him look quite bit mature for his age. Obviously he had his personality quirks but still, was respectful, gentle and fairly easy-going, which made him popular both with students and teachers alike, something he used to enjoy.
Suddenly, his world had been turned upside down, with the misterious appearance of a woman, clad in a white kimono, who claimed to be his Zanpakutou. Some knowledge about Shinigami, Soul Society and Hollows, but it was, in essence, pretty basic. Luckly, his senpai at school, also a Shinigami, was able to shed some light in all his doubts, and little by little he was getting used by it. Actually, according to Kuchiki-senpai, he was doing it pretty quickly by the way his powers grew by the day, the girl having mentioned they where captain level by now, and he knew for a fact that something was off about him, because he kept being mistaken for someone else that everyone seemed to be very impressed with. Still, he was only a substitute Shinigami, and so had little contact to Soul Society itself, if not for some orders to hunt some low level Hollows, and nearly anything was disclosed for him. That was the first "different" mission he had ever done. Although, no matter how much he thought about it, he still did not now what he was looking for in that Shinigami Spiritual Fortress thing, sealed with "Quincy Mojo".
"Well, let's get this over with so I can finally go home..." - he said to himself and quickly hopped through the vortex, seeing himself in some kind of stony hallway, which seemed to lead him further inside what he thought to be a building of some kind. A fortress used in some war between Shinigami and Quincy. The place was immersed in darkness, but not enough for him to be completely blinded, although he couldn't say what kind of light source was helping him. The atmosphere of the place was clearly different from the one on Earth. He obviously wasn't in Karakura Town anymore.
Souma followed through the halls in a fairly quick pace, seeing nothing but empy stony rooms, some ruins here and there, and a lot of dust. When he finally reached the end of the hallway, though, he saw himself in some kind of chamber, with some kind of Altar in the middle of it. Skelletons and corpses, both Shinigami and otherwise, decorated the room, with dead Zanpakutous and ragged Kimonos. The place gave him a very bad feeling. Above the altar was some kind or rectangular barrier or energy field, and for his surprise, a fairly beautiful woman laid inside it apparently sleeping. Or dead.
"For that long? No way, she would be dust by now!" - he answered to his own foolish thoughts, once again looking at the woman. - "But, I'm fairly sure she's is probably what I'm looking for. Or at least the only thing worth notice in this Mausoleum."
That said, the boy unsheathed his Zanpakutou, raising it above his head. The sword lightned up with eletricity, the room glowing blue with it, and the cut that followed quickly shattered the already vanishing barrier that kept the woman there.
He had discovered everything not long ago, after almost dying in the hands of a hollow. Until then, he had been a perfectly normal sixteen year old boy, son of a simple woman who ran a small dinner, except for the fact that, since he could remember being a person, he was able to see and freely interact with spirits. Apart from that, he was even more than perfectly normal. Karate, Aikido and Kendo club superstar, honor student, and popular both with boys and girls. He was fairly handsome if he said so himself, dark brown hair, straight, with bangs up to his brown, penetrating eyes. The rest of his face's features were pretty much delicate, easily built into it. He had normal constitution for his age, although a little more ripped than most boys giving all the exercise he had, which combined with the way he usually handled himself, made him look quite bit mature for his age. Obviously he had his personality quirks but still, was respectful, gentle and fairly easy-going, which made him popular both with students and teachers alike, something he used to enjoy.
Suddenly, his world had been turned upside down, with the misterious appearance of a woman, clad in a white kimono, who claimed to be his Zanpakutou. Some knowledge about Shinigami, Soul Society and Hollows, but it was, in essence, pretty basic. Luckly, his senpai at school, also a Shinigami, was able to shed some light in all his doubts, and little by little he was getting used by it. Actually, according to Kuchiki-senpai, he was doing it pretty quickly by the way his powers grew by the day, the girl having mentioned they where captain level by now, and he knew for a fact that something was off about him, because he kept being mistaken for someone else that everyone seemed to be very impressed with. Still, he was only a substitute Shinigami, and so had little contact to Soul Society itself, if not for some orders to hunt some low level Hollows, and nearly anything was disclosed for him. That was the first "different" mission he had ever done. Although, no matter how much he thought about it, he still did not now what he was looking for in that Shinigami Spiritual Fortress thing, sealed with "Quincy Mojo".
"Well, let's get this over with so I can finally go home..." - he said to himself and quickly hopped through the vortex, seeing himself in some kind of stony hallway, which seemed to lead him further inside what he thought to be a building of some kind. A fortress used in some war between Shinigami and Quincy. The place was immersed in darkness, but not enough for him to be completely blinded, although he couldn't say what kind of light source was helping him. The atmosphere of the place was clearly different from the one on Earth. He obviously wasn't in Karakura Town anymore.
Souma followed through the halls in a fairly quick pace, seeing nothing but empy stony rooms, some ruins here and there, and a lot of dust. When he finally reached the end of the hallway, though, he saw himself in some kind of chamber, with some kind of Altar in the middle of it. Skelletons and corpses, both Shinigami and otherwise, decorated the room, with dead Zanpakutous and ragged Kimonos. The place gave him a very bad feeling. Above the altar was some kind or rectangular barrier or energy field, and for his surprise, a fairly beautiful woman laid inside it apparently sleeping. Or dead.
"For that long? No way, she would be dust by now!" - he answered to his own foolish thoughts, once again looking at the woman. - "But, I'm fairly sure she's is probably what I'm looking for. Or at least the only thing worth notice in this Mausoleum."
That said, the boy unsheathed his Zanpakutou, raising it above his head. The sword lightned up with eletricity, the room glowing blue with it, and the cut that followed quickly shattered the already vanishing barrier that kept the woman there.