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Idol Singer, Stunted Words (OPEN)

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Post by Human Hollow on Sat Sep 30, 2017 8:17 am

Sabiruchi Tsuyosa stood in front of the mirror. This was going to be her last show before her wedding at the end of October. The date had been moved back again for convenience. She was going to spend the time between now and then focusing on her duties as Captain, and on getting the Tsuyosa Estate ready for her wedding. After much discussion with her fiance, they decided it would be a small affair, just her Family and his, all at her home. They'd go out to eat or something after they were married so everyone else could feel a part of it.

But for now, Sabre was getting changed into her outfit she used for singing. The small skirt, brassier and cat ears, with a Halloween/cat theme, made her feel embarrassed. The spelled collar around her neck was in the form of a black leather cat collar rather than a plain black choker. Her blue hair was down and framed her face as she splashed water on herself. Blinking the moisture out of her eyes, she did a once-over of herself and adjusted her thigh-length socks; she was too cold for her usual stockings and these were the closest she had to her normal outfit. Her small black slippers completed her outfit, not counting the her Shikai, which created small automatons around her. The foot tall creatures resembled musical instruments, drums, guitar, and such.

Sabiruchi had advertised her final show all week. She hoped that allowed anyone time to come see her show, though technically she'd be putting on four separate shows, one in the South, East, North and Western Rukongais. All she had left to do was go outside and start singing. She had constructed a small, collapsible, portable stage-on-wheels for this five-day show. She was in the "back" of this circular stage, in a small room that was really just the smaller circle the curtain made in the middle for when the stage folds up. As soon as she went out, the curtain would sink below the stage, by her will. The stage was technically made up of multiple automatons holding each other together and constantly fixing themselves so they wouldn't collapse. But they were only visible under the stage, the top just flat metal.

She took a breath and let it out slowly. She didn't know what to sing. She never had a song-list. She wasn't the kind to write her own music, instead singing the songs she listened to herself, songs from the World of the Living. Only the newest Souls and those Shinigami who made trips to the World of the Living would know; if they ever heard the songs before, that is.

Steadying herself, Sabre moved to go out. Her automaton band was already playing the intro to the song as she moved, getting started before she was even exposed. Some of them even changed shape to better fit the music as she came out.

Sabre stepped out, already dancing as she came on stage, her eyes closed and hips swaying. "Baptized with the perfect name, the dawning won by heart, alone without herself," she sang in a high, musical voice that was amplified by a small automaton that clung to her neck now.

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Re: Idol Singer, Stunted Words (OPEN)

Post by Shiroki on Wed Oct 04, 2017 7:05 am

Why was it that he always found himself in such situations?

Shiroki brooded on the paper calendar that hung innocently upon a wall in their Division office. It was the kind made from cheap paper; the type you tore a page off of every day until the whole thing was gone. Each individual sheet was filmy translucent, and he could see past the number on today's date to tomorrow and the day after--right down to where one of the sheets had been bore an energetic scribbling of a circle. The days were numbered. Literally.

Just yesterday his life had been good. Perfect even. Elder sis from Rukon 78 had made the trip down to Seireitei to visit, bringing with her those stew bones she knew were his favorite. The Captain had declared an unofficial day off and they had spent it seated on the porch steps gnawing bone marrow (the cubs) and watermelon seeds (Taiyo) while catching up on the recent news. He had played up his exploits during the ryoka invasion a bit and the other werewolf had been much impressed--until the Captain stepped in to give a more accurate version of events. Then she'd called him an attention seeker and whacked him on the head with a half-chewed bone as though nothing had changed and they were both still in 78-Inuzuri; fleecing the marks and running from the peacekeepers.

That had been fine. More than fine. Which was all the reason the universe needed to spring this bombshell on him:

"Shiro-chan,"

"That's Saka-fukutaicho to you," he told her. The werewolf girl only grinned and flicked one of Taiyo's watermelon seeds at him. If he didn't know any better, he would think she wasn't taking him seriously.

"Shiro-chan, we heard Tsuyosa-san's last concert's gonna be held soon near the end of the Harvest Moon festival and we were wondering..."

Oh boy, here it comes...

"We-were-wondering-if-you-could-get-us-tickets-and-come-watch-it-with-us-Shiro-chan," the last part was blurted out in a rush that he probably wouldn't have caught had it not been for his perception skills. Odd. He'd never have thought he would regret being unmatched at anything before.

"Onee-chan, I'm busy and--"

"No you're not. I asked the monkey lady there and she said yes you can go, so don't try lying to me," his adoptive elder sister booped him in the snoot with a finger. "You're not getting out of this one, Shiro-chan,"

He wished people wouldn't do that. As an officer of the Gotei, one had to put his foot down. "I..."

"If you don't, I'll tell everyone that big bad Shiro-chan can't sleep without his chew toy. Remember that time when you lost it? You cried and searched for days--" the taller wolf girl took a deep breath. "Oi! Captain-san! Wanna hear something about Shi--"

Thankfully, he was able to wrap a hand around her snout in time, cutting out the last part of her sentence. As a distinguished officer of the Gotei and veteran of multiple skirmishes; he also knew when he was beaten. "Fine..."

He resolved to drag Hanzo along to it too. Because if the Lieutenant was going to have to sit through a pop concert, he darn well wasn't going to do it alone. That was the whole point of having minions, after all.

Everything had been made ready for the fateful day; tickets paid for, schedule arrangements sorted in advance--the whole nine yards. As was usually the case, his normally absent Captain had been galvanized into action by the sheer reluctance of her Lieutenant alone; wasting no time in emptying his wallet, drawing up timetables and bustling about with all the energy of a one-woman hurricane. If only she'd be this enthusiastic about work to help him with it while he goofed off. He found himself wondering if there was a way to use reverse psychology to get the Captain involved in paperwork. It was an idea worth exploring, at least.

On the other hand, it would be nice to meet up with the old pack again after so long. They'd scattered a little after Ojii-san died in the civil uprising years back. Shiro realized with a pang that he didn't even know what most of them had been up to, assuming everyone else was even still alive. Since graduation he'd rarely ventured back into his old haunts, preferring to avoid digging up bad memories. Onee-chan still visited her 'baby brother' to play with him from time to time, but aside from these infrequent occasions he had no idea what the others were doing. Would the rest even remember the little tagalong runt that used to follow them everywhere?

Maybe it was time to find out
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Re: Idol Singer, Stunted Words (OPEN)

Post by Human Hollow on Thu Oct 05, 2017 11:01 pm

Sabre's performance was a several hour show, and when it finally ended she was exhausted. She'd danced, sang and generally just had a good time the entire show, even having some audience join her on stage to dance. There was little she loved as much as performing now, but it always left her worn out. Using Shikai and just being so active does that to a woman, after all.

But, with the show over, Sabre had a brief rest and decided she was good enough to get her show on the move. She had to make a ten day walk in two and a half days, after all. Not so hard seeming she wouldn't be walking, after all.

Returning to her Shikai, she gather her stage back together, replenishing the rusted and decayed parts with new pipes and other metals. The stage folded up on itself until it resembled something akin to a bus, long and rectangular, but was a room inside. A trailer. She could relax inside while her automatons moved the stage/trailer at a steady forty miles an hour. At this speed, hugging the wall around Seireitei, she could reach the next gate in thirty six hours, though it'd likely be fifty so she could sleep. That was the downside of Shikai; you had to remain awake to stay in it. So the Vaizard settled in for a long, two day ride around the Seireitei.

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Re: Idol Singer, Stunted Words (OPEN)

Post by Shiroki on Fri Oct 13, 2017 6:52 am

"Oi--you! Stop, thief!"

"Say that to my face, you fuzzy doormat!"

Jaws twitched in an involuntary grin as those shouts reached his ears. Nothing had changed since a puppy decided to abandon the Rukon and better himself. So far he had wandered across two muggings, an attempted burglary and caused a minor traffic pile up by tripping a group of teenage thugs harassing some younger kids. No doubt about it, Inuzuri continued to be the cesspool of society and always would be.

Shiroki heaved a deep, contented sigh. It was good to be home.

Dressed in civvies--which for him meant barefoot in only tattered hakama bottoms and obi--there was nothing to distinguish this former resident from any of the other gutter urchins prowling those slums apart from Inukaze belted in baton form at his obi. Shiro had chosen to be seen carrying the weapon openly as a wordless challenge to any of Inuzuri's denizens looking for an easy target. Those who underestimated the child and thought to take Inukaze for themselves would always be in for a rude awakening. He had come across two such occasions thus far and was already looking forward to the third. It felt good to kick adults in the backside; and it was important to enjoy the finer things in life.

Sauntering casually through the alleys and ducking the occasionally flying sake bottle as he did so, Shiroki sought out the source of the commotion. A tight ring of curious onlookers had gathered around a pair of scuffling cubs who were kicking and scratching each other for all they were worth.

"Gimme back my kan, you lousy mongrel!"

"Mongrel yourself--fleabag!"

Grinning even wider, Shiroki hung back against a convenient wall to watch sparks fly. He took care to keep away from the actual crowd itself--and by extension; from the familiar werewolf girl surreptitiously sneaking about helping herself to the contents of the audience's pockets while they shouted encouragement to both fighters. By the time the peacekeepers roused themselves to break up the fight, many were left with lighter purses and none the wiser.

It was easy enough to use Otokoyo and Shunpo to track and tail those furry con-artists to their hideout, unseen as the werewolves divided their spoils.

"That's 10 kan for Tsume-kun, and 10 for Kiba, and the last fifteen for me,"

"How come Onee-chan gets fifteen?"

"Because I did the pickpocketing--"

He saw that as his cue to drop in on them, literally pouncing from the slatted window. "Aw, no cut for me?"

"Shiro-kun!" The trio overwhelmed their former playmate in a sudden dogpile. "You got the tickets?"

"Yeah yeah--but if I knew Onee-chan was still 'workin' I'd have told you to buy your own damn tickets," the off-duty reaper fixed them all with a glare. "What, is the kan I send you every month not enough for you slackers? I've half a mind to arrest you lot right here and now,"

"Ya-re, ya-re," Kiba chuckled as he gnawed a takoyaki skewer. "Best lissen to the big bad fukutaicho guys--before he locks us up," The older youth reached down to tousle Shiroki's head fur. "You'll always be our little brother here, Shiro-chan,"

That earned him a thwack from Inukaze on the chin. Which of course started a four-way scuffle that left all of them a breathless pile of fur on the ground.

Somebody's foot was draped over his snout. Shiroki shoved whoever it was aside and ducked an accompanying arm trying to mess up his fur again, whacking the offender with Inukaze as an afterthought. "Welcome home, Shiro-chan. We missed you,"

The jackal himself smiling despite himself. He'd missed them too.
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Re: Idol Singer, Stunted Words (OPEN)

Post by Human Hollow on Thu Oct 19, 2017 1:20 pm

The week flew by. It was the night before her final show, and the First District of Western Rukongai was empty of people and completely deserted. Only Sabiruchi stayed, resting in the elder's home to catch up on all the sleep she needed. Throughout the night, more Shinigami from the Second, Sixth and Thirteenth Divisions were moving into the district, getting into position. Sabre moved out towards the center of the District and the huge array of machine parts she had delivered. She'd never tried something like this before, and had requested all the free Shinigami to police her show for safety. Any volunteers were given passes for free food and drink for as long as they were working.

Sabirchi drew her Zanpakuto and breathed slowly. "Bankai, Seikatsu kikai no jōshō." Her bankai swelled and burst into existence around her and she stood in her leotard and armor, a gun-sword in her hand. She shot a single ball of spirit energy towards the pile of parts and smiled as they reassembled themselves into a clock-work man. The man, given a mental order by Sabiruchi, began to assemble more men, who in turn started building her a stage far faster than any living being could.

Sabre, too, helped the process along, firing shots into the piles of parts and pieces. She assembled the pile of wooden boards into the floor of her stage, which the automatons would fit into place later. She used another shot to turn many old, broken box televisions and desktop computers into massive flat-screens, five total which would be raised above the stage so the entire area could watch even if they were too far to see the stage.

Sabiruchi hadn't ever been in Bankai as long as she was going to be today. She knew the chances of this pushing her beyond her limits were very real. That's why the unseated from Sixth, Second and Thirteenth would be working a security detail; they'd be first responders if something happened.

She'd have to stay awake the entire day, and stay in Bankai. She'd need every drop of strength in her body to keep this party going, though once the stage was done she could rest for a short time.The screens and stage wouldn't be dependent on her Bankai to exist, only her automatons, which would crumble piles of rust the moment she left Bankai.

The sun was starting to rise by the time the stage was done, a wide, curved stage that looked towards Seireitei. The stage had a black curtain around the back, and several multi-colored lights for once it got dark. The screens were lifted thirty feet above any of the surrounding buildings, above the stage in a pentagon. Over the next few hours, delivers would be brought all around the district, miles and miles worth of metal tubes and huge rolls of cloth. She hadn't advertised this part, and kept it a secret until today that the order was even made. She wanted her last show to be one to remember.

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Re: Idol Singer, Stunted Words (OPEN)

Post by Shiroki on Fri Oct 20, 2017 12:31 am

Given the distance separating the 1st western district from the 78th, traveling by coach remained the only sensible option for anybody who didn't want to spend a month or more walking. Plus, it wasn't as if he had a whole month's worth of absent-leave to burn anyway. So walking was out of the question.

That left them with the time-honored tradition of wagon hopping: sneak inside somebody's rickety cart while they weren't looking and hope they were going in the same general direction. Because heavens forbid actually waiting around to find and pay some cutthroat for the privilege of ferrying and robbing you at the same time.

Once a street rat, always a street rat.

Their surroundings had eventually given way from slum structures to sturdier buildings as they passed the bounds of the 50th and headed inwards. That meant that the hard part of the journey was over and it would be smooth sailing from then on. The high turnout actually worked in their favor, allowing a group of kids to tag along with other concert-goers for no extra charge. Just tilt head to one side, give 'em a good dose of hopeful puppy eyes and voila--free ride, no questions asked.

And so it was that they arrived on the outskirts of 1st and parted from those helpful Samaritans in good time to spare, without anybody helping themselves to the contents of their pockets: a minor miracle in itself where his group was concerned.

Fortunately, the rest of the crowds were slowly beginning to trickle in. Otherwise their group would have stuck out in the rich district like a sore thumb. Makeshift stalls had been set up to deal with the influx of theater-goers that would soon arrive; some with actual permits to do so. He spent his remaining kan on some grilled meat skewers for the pack, accepting the hawker's promotional kid-discount in stride.

Cheap food was cheap food, after all. He saw no reason to correct the shopkeeper or waste time trying to convince her he could apply for the special Shinigami rate. Too bad.

"Take these and try to stay outta trouble," handing over his haul, the Lieutenant dodged an over-affectionate arm. "I gotta check in with the squad; be back later," The numbers alone were staggering, almost a logistical nightmare. Pickpockets would be having a field day at this event, it would be impossible to keep track of so many people at once. It would be hard to maintain order too if things got out of hand.

Good thing Hanzo or whoever was in charge during his absence was setting up a cordon then. Best to look in on them.
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Re: Idol Singer, Stunted Words (OPEN)

Post by Hanzō Judai on Fri Dec 15, 2017 10:32 pm

Hanzo himself was on patrol of the concert. He wore his helmet, his identity hidden by the ceramic material. He did, however, have his uniform on, though the Asauchi he had been given at the Academy was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a wooden blade hung at his hip.

He was walking the perimeter, his concealing helmet hiding his dismay at this task. Too many people, too few Shinigami. He honestly didn't know how they'd manage to subdue troublemakers without resorting to Kido if things got out of hands. But, he'd deal with that as the time arouse. Instead, he focused on finding another Shinigami on duty, to report in that everything around the perimeter was fine, but the crowd was getting restless waiting to begin.
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Post by Human Hollow on Sun Dec 17, 2017 10:10 am

As the last of the guests arrived, the screens came alive. All five showed the stage, and the lone figure standing upon it. Sabiruchi, or Sabre the Idol, as her fans knew her, was not in her usual Idol costume. Instead, she wore what appeared to be floating armor, silver and blue, around her leotard-clad body. In her hands was a large weapon, that resembled both a rifle and a sword. As the screens continued to allow everyone to see, the famous singer pointed the weapon upwards and fired a single glowing orb up into the air far above the crowd.

The Shinigami watching would likely recognize her Bankai, but not know why she was using it. But as the orb rose upwards, ever higher and glowing fiercely like a star, the weapon folded in on itself repeatedly until it was simply a microphone she held in one hand.

"How are you all doing tonight," Sabre asked, her voice projected throughout the district. As the crowd roared their reply, the orb split apart and scattered in every direction, creating a scene not unlike shooting stars. But those farthest from the stage would see the orbs strike tarped bundles all around the district, but everyone watching her wouldn't notice. "Thank you all for coming to my last performance! I never thought I'd get such a huge fanbase here. As some of you may have heard, I am getting married soon! That's why this will be my last performance for a while, but I will return! I just need all of you to do me one favor, are you ready?"

Sabre waited for the response to calm down before she pointed out into the crowd. On the screen, it looked as if she was looking at everyone individually. "I need you all to look behind you and upwards! I have a surprise for you!" As she said it, a huge network of pipes had began arcing upwards and was also being covered by a huge blackness. The entire time she'd been talking earlier, her Bankai had been assembling a huge circle around the district, laying the foundation for the dome that was encompassing everything. Soon, all was dark within the dome aside from the screens above the crowd. But then, lights flared into existence, multi-colored, roving lights that illuminated the crowd here and there, making it light enough to see around yourself but still dark enough to think it night. "I thought I'd go all out and surprise everyone with something new and extra just for you guys! Now, with the theatrics out of the way... Let's get this party going!

As she said it, the stage erupted with life as her automatons rose from the floor seemingly out of nowhere. She instantly had her band of machines playing music.

"Target on my back lone surivor lasts, They got me in their sights~"

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Post by Shiroki on Mon Dec 18, 2017 3:34 am

For the umpteenth time that day, Shiro wondered just how he had managed to get himself into this situation.

To say that things were intense was putting it mildly. His eyes swam. His ears hurt. There were simply too many things clamoring for attention all at once; even without factoring in the sea of frenzied fans. It was, in short, an utter security nightmare. A pickpocket could be helping themselves to an easy score in this confusion and it would be hard to notice. Perhaps he should have gone with Hanzo after all. Catching a ride on a taller shoulder would make it easier to see at least. Personally, it was hard to tell what the fuss was all about...maybe the fact that he was eye-level with a frantically wagging white tail that kept whacking him in the snout had something to do with it.

Note to self: The next time somebody invites us to a social outing, say no. Sage advice. He resolved to follow it at the earliest opportunity.

"Isn't this awesome?" the owner of aforementioned white tail exclaimed as the crowd 'oohed' as one at some presumably impressive but unfortunately unseen feat.

"It'd be even better if I could see it," after tiptoeing and craning his head for a bit, he declared the sight to be not worth the effort. It boggled the mind--if numbers were to be believed, this concert had garnered more attention than their little ryoka accident had in Rukon not too long before. Now that had been impressive. More impressive than any performance could be, as a matter of fact. He tugged at the taller girl's arm. "Didja hear about how me and Sabre singlehandedly saved us all from a city wrecking monster?" Purposely leaving out the honorific to make it seem as though he and the Captain were on first name basis. If that didn't impress her, nothing would.

"Yes. Now shhh--it's the chorus!"

Hmm. That was old news, apparently. Despite the fact that the incident in question was mere months ago. He wasn't sure how to feel about that. To be honest, he wasn't sure of many things lately. What with the invasion, random encounters with spiritually aware humans in the mortal realm and Hanzo's problems things had gotten complicated really fast. It didn't help that a certain someone's unexplained absence meant that he was now filling the captain's role in addition to his own. Or that was what he told everybody who cared to ask, at least. And if his various informants were to be believed; it would not be long before the position was made official either. There were mixed feelings about this as well. Every Shinigami invariably looked up to and aspired to be counted among those thirteen legends of Seireitei one day, and he was no different. But it'd be a shame to give up other stuff like hollow hunting and hide-or-seeking after putting on the white coat.

Such thoughts were interrupted by another cheer from the crowd, this one twice as loud as the first had been. It was one that caused him to shield both ears from the backlash and idly wonder if being Captain also meant he had the ability to wordlessly summon the punishment force to cover his escape. If the volume went up any more he might be forced to do just that.
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Post by Hanzō Judai on Sun Dec 24, 2017 5:33 pm

Hanzo didn't understand the crowd's excitement. The music was loud, the people louder, and the darkness inside the dome made his job as guard even harder than it needed to be. The shapeshifter decided to move into an alley, avoiding the crush of bodies in the main streets.

Making sure nobody saw, Hanzo allowed his body to shift to his animal state. His body was consumed in a puff of smoke, leaving the robes, helmet and wooden sword in a pile on the ground.

Emerging from the pile was a small, white fox, which jumped and scrambled up the boxes in the alley to reach the rooftop. The nocturnal animal scrambled along the rooftop, large ears twitching constantly as it tried to find the most suitable position to observe from.

He was most certainly only on the roof because it was easier to see the crowd. The clear view of the screens broadcasting the performance had nothing to do with it.
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Post by Human Hollow on Thu Dec 28, 2017 9:49 am

Two fast paced songs later, Sabre had slowed down to a more relaxing song, then once it finished she addressed the crowd. "Alright, everyone,
I'm doing some special right now. Mixed among you all are Automatons selecting members of the audience at random to come join me on stage, so if you're chosen, come on up!
" Sabre smiled at the mixed selection of people, young, old, male, female, Human, Werewolf, possibly even a couple Shapeshifters, and a couple black Shinigami robes. She noted an exceptionally wagging white tail in the group of younger girls.

Sabiruchi grinned, moving to stand in the middle of the group of people, her hips moving to a beat only she could hear as she wove around the stage. "Let's all try to have a good time, alright?" Her voice projected out to the crowd before she continued, in a voice only heard by the people on the stage. "Just dance and relax, okay? Pretend the crowd isn't even here; its just me and you guys... And my automatons,
of course, haha.
"

Then the music started up again as more automatons rose from the stage floor, some playing instruments, others taking the hands of the chosen audience members. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the good girls you take out to dinner~" Sabre sang as she moved beside a white-tailed Werewolf girl, singing and dancing, but the look on her face was truly like she had said. Sabre wasn't dancing and singing for the crowd. This was just her, truly having a good time with these strangers.

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Post by Shiroki on Fri Dec 29, 2017 3:28 am

A century of service in the Corps exposed you to many things. He had been up close to slavering Hollows. Come close to being stepped on by rampaging Menos on more than one occasion. Been backed into a corner by triad bosses from 78th Rukon with nothing but wits and quick talking close at hand.

None of that was sufficient preparation for this. Eep.

Already the robot thingies were playing the crowd and herding people at random towards the big scary spotlights. That had been alarming enough. The fact that he was in close proximity to a crazy canine who seemed to be taking every opportunity to call attention to them both made it worse still--

"Here! Over here! Us! Pick me!" She was all but bouncing on her feet, arms joining others in a sea of fans clamoring for the robots' attention. Drawn by the commotion, a featureless, polished head swiveled their way...

Eeep

If there was one guiding tenet in the pup's life, it was the importance of avoiding the center of attention. Being the center of attention got people noticed. People who got noticed became targets. Targets got killed. And here he was in a situation that couldn't be more obvious if he spray painted a bullseye on his own head.

Got to get out. A simple enough goal for someone who used to run tag with the triads even before his Shinigami career, surely? Because how could something as innocuous as an innocent concert compare with that?

No crowds to deal with when we were running for our lives, Inukaze reminded him. Oh. Right.

No doubt about it. He was doomed. He could tell by how everything seemed to be going in slow motion, just like it did for near-death experiences. Every aspect of their surroundings stood out in sharp clarity: The robots. The screams of the crowd. The white fox on the roof...

--wait, what?

Apparently his senses hadn't been deceiving him. A white fox was indeed on the roof, well out of reach of any enthusiastic automaton. Lucky bugger. If only Shiroki had thought of occupying the rooftops sooner. Too late for that now. Its presence was a surprise however, come to think of it. So even animals were music supporters now? You didn't normally see wildlife straying so far into the inner districts.

Wait a minute-- There was something familiar about this fox. The feel, the aura... Its snout turned in his direction as their gazes locked for an instant...and then recognition flared: Hanzo! Apparently there were hidden depths behind the man that he never cared to reveal. Interesting.

But as interesting as such a discovery was, it was of no use to his current predicament. Nor was Inukaze for that matter. In times like this it always seemed to him that he'd drawn the short straw in the zanpakuto lottery. You'd think that after decades of schooling and messing about in 2nd Squad one was at least guaranteed a reasonably useful ability like invisibility or intangibility. Because of the whole ninja thing, right? No such luck. Instead here he was, saddled with fetching, of all things. Somewhere out there, some nonexistent kami was probably laughing its fool head off.

Oh well. No point complaining. Shiro chanced a sidelong step to his right. Nobody objected. That was good. He took another step in the same direction, and that was better still--since it parked him safely behind a heavyset spectator where the robots wouldn't notice. Now, if he could only do the same thing about...oh, say fifty million times he might end up on the borders of the crowd and home free. Assuming he didn't get stepped on, or noticed, or dragged to the stage on the way.

This was going to be a loooong day.
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Re: Idol Singer, Stunted Words (OPEN)

Post by Human Hollow on Sun Jan 07, 2018 9:53 pm

Several hours later

Sabre stretched on stage, sitting down and eating. The concert was taking a break, some attendees going home while others mingled and ate and drank, relaxing. She was exhausted, herself, but she had to remain in her Bankai. Somehow, she'd thought she'd be running on fumes by now, but she was still feeling a steady trickle of power coursing through her.

Dusting her lap off, she stood up and smiled at the cameras, stretching more as she gestured for her automatons to get the music started. There was a clang of metal as they got into position, and the music began.

And abruptly halted.

Sabiruchi frowned, turning her head to look at the automaton men. She focused and they began to move again, but stopped after a few moments. She tried again, cursing but got no reaction. She could hear a few laughs and some murmuring behind her.

Sabre concentrated harder. She had energy left, obviously, otherwise her Bankai would have ended. She just... Needed... more.

It overwhelmed Sabre, like water from the floodgates. She screamed, but it wasn't her voice that came out of her mouth. Seikatsu kikai no jōshō's voice was deep and he turned her scream into laughter. Without her consent, the Vizard mask exploded into existence, her collar creaking and straining as the mask pressed against the metal spikes. Sabiruchi couldn't control herself as her body turned to face the crowd, her face covered by a featureless oval of white.

Time slowed for her as her Spirit spoke to her, gloating about what a fool she was. She thought she deserved to be happy? That these people liked her? No, no. They feared her. They only forgot that they did, momentarily. He explained he'd been feeding her his power for the past few hours, that it was her Hollow-half she had been channeling tonight. She'd exhausted all her energy as a Shinigami long past, and now he was in control. And there was nothing she could do.

Back in reality, Sabiruchi's mask split open as the deep voice laughed, and behind the mask her own face was visible, twisted into savage glee. Without any warning, she turned her microphone around, the mike transforming back into her gun-sword, and rammed it through her torso.

She coughed blood through the mask's opening, hunched over as she impaled herself halfway through down the sword. Weakly her head lifted, and on the screen, between the cracks in her mask, her face grinned.

And then she vanished completely from sight.

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Re: Idol Singer, Stunted Words (OPEN)

Post by Shiroki on Mon Jan 08, 2018 4:57 am

The slow shuffle from crowd epicenter to edge had taken the greater part of an hour, and it seemed that events were in the midst of dying down by the time one attendee managed to make it out into the open. It seemed mildly inconvenient to turn around and make the stupid trip back again, just to regroup with an elder sister. Especially one who was perfectly capable of enjoying herself without his involvement.

So for the next few hours as the performances died down, he elected to amuse himself by channelling the inner-child inside: an impulse that almost always encouraged one to make as much of a nuisance of oneself as he thought he could get away with. In such a manner he pulled faces at the 2nd Squad support teams roped in for crowd control duty, lightened a pocket or two to stay in 'practice' (spoils of which he dropped off at the Lost and Found station since he had no particular interest in keeping them) and badgered stallholders for free samples. Armed with a sneakily pocketed lump of charcoal from the cooking pits, he'd been in the midst of cautiously creeping up on one of Captain Stuffy's robot droid thingies for a spot of creative vandalism when everything went horribly wrong.

The sudden shift in atmospheric pressure was Shiro's first warning, the strange...nonresponsiveness...of the droid thingy; whose shiny metal butt the incorrigible jackal was currently occupied in decorating with a tableau of stick figures, was another. And so he neither needed to be near the front of the crowd nor actively watching the screens to identify that aforementioned change in his superior's reiatsu, abandoning what was beginning to look like a promising graffiti project (more's the pity) to head straight for the cordon of Shinigami draftees securing the perimeter for backup.

He was not in the 13th Squad, nor was he a field representative tasked with operations in the world of the living. But any Shinigami worth their salt could recognize the signs of soul degeneration when confronted with one. Granted, one normally wouldn't expect something of this sort in Soul Society; given that it usually tended to happen only with Plus souls refusing to move on. That it could actually happen to souls ALREADY in Soul Society was unprecendented; and probably why none of the support teams had reacted yet. They likely didn't even recognize it for what it was, blind to the possibility. Yet another thing to add to an increasing growing list of people/occurences to be suspicious of, if one could randomly regress into a Hollow all of a sudden. Where one incident happened, never overlook the presence of more--and so, the Lieutenant decided from that point on that he would Bakudo anybody who looked at him funny on the spot...at least until the situation was contained. Shoot first and sort things out later.

"Beat it, kid! I'm onto you!"

Ironically, it seemed the first person in danger of being shot wasn't anybody in the crowd; but the clueless Onmitsukido guard denying him clearance. Being incognito did have its drawbacks, apparently. In his existing attire of loincloth and neckerchief everything about the puppy all but screamed street-rat...and not even one from a higher district at that. He would've had an easier time convincing the duty officer that the sky was green than make any claims of being Acting Captain; and after two fruitless attempts Shiroki didn't feel there would be much point in trying...especially with a rabid Hollow potentially on the loose in this crowd of targets. At the same time, he didn't particularly relish the idea of trying to take on an unknown Hollow himself while overseeing an orderly evacuation. Either of the two would have to take priority, not both. And even then, he would need help. Not a likely scenario, if his interaction with the support crew had been any indication. If only there was somebody in this whole mess he wouldn't have to waste time convincing.

And then the answer came, so suddenly that Shiro wanted to whack himself for not thinking of it earlier: Hanzo! While admittedly not the best sword at their disposal, at least the masked warrior wouldn't be as thickheaded as everyone else. With that in mind he flash-stepped onwards to the rooftop where he'd last seen the shapeshifter; the parting reaction from that clueless sentry still ringing in his ears.

"Wha--? Oi! Kid! Stop right there!". Short pause, then more gabbling that made Shiroki want to roll his eyes at the insanity of it all. "Yes I KNOW what I @#$%ing saw! Some crazy werewolf kid...Shunpo...in front of me! ...must be responsible for the disturbance..."

So those laggards actually noticed the hollow reiatsu at last, did they? Well good for them. Now if only they could do something productive about it, instead of wasting a superior officer's time. Idiots. If they ever came out of this in one piece, maybe it would be a good idea to screen potential recruits better.

Shiroki landed on the roof right behind Hanzo, addressing him by name without making any comments about either of their appearances. There would be time for that later. "We've an emergency. Must evacuate. Everyone's bein' stupid so I need your help. Send runners or butterflies to our guys nearby, tell 'em I want this detachment split into three teams: one to cover the stage an' two to herd the sheep into Seireitei. Round 'em up into orderly lines, one team leading and one covering the rear. Set Retrieval on the scent while we're at it, I want eyes on the ground. Clearance code..." Dammit, what was it today? Oh...right. "Fuzzy. Get that code an' those orders to whoever's in charge, then meet back here once everyone's safe behind the Shakkomaru. I'm goin' ahead to warn the Gatekeeper we're comin'."


One other thing. He opened a public communication link with Tenteikuura on the way to the Gate, spreading as wide a net as possible. "Everyone. Due to...technical difficulties...we'll need to end this concert sooner than expected. Form into lines an' listen to our support crews so we can arrange departure as easily as possible," He left out the part about the Hollow, no point in causing an audience-wide panic.

Not the best strategy ever, but hopefully it'd do in a pinch. Seireitei itself wouldn't be prepared for the sudden influx of refugees from the Rukon, but it was better than hanging around in a crowd to be picked off like ducks. That was assuming this unorderly lot could even evacuate quickly enough in the first place.


And now to see a guy about a Gate...
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Re: Idol Singer, Stunted Words (OPEN)

Post by Khaos, Goddess of Nothing on Wed Jan 10, 2018 6:12 am

The sky tore open with a noise like static. A thick, black miasma poured forth from the jagged crack in the darkness near the top of the dome. Walking in the air above the crowd was a woman of green and white, her dress billowing behind her as she gazed upon the ground.

In the black brightness of the shadows above, the woman descended as if down stairs, her head twisting and looking about. The Fullbringer with a Goddess complex spread her shadowy mist over the crowd, reaching towards the stage as she hovered silently above the confused mass.

As the black mist touched the stage, the lights flickered and blew out, and bit by bit the stage vanished, consumed by the miasma. Khaos willed the mist to flow upwards, intent on Stealing the stage and screens as well. But the more her Miasma touched, the darker it became throughout the stage, and in the quiet, the sound of static was overbearing.
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