Post by Peishin Louh on Jan 3, 2009 19:06:34 GMT
It was a warm, lazy day in Soul Society, and those of 12th squad monitoring the Human world were hot beneath their collars. Their instruments worked away in front of them entirely untroubled by the heat, while their operators called for refreshment.
"Akira!" yelled one, a fat Shinigami with eight digits on each hand and foot. "Akira, hurry up, damn you! We're roasting in our skins here!"
"We should replace him," moaned another, at his fat companion's side. This one was tall and skeletally thin, with pale skin and no hair.
To his right, a dwarfish Shinigami chuckled. "With who?"
"Akira!" Yelled the fat one once more. "Akira, where are you? When I get hold of you I'll..."
The threat never sounded. First the fat one's console began shrieking, joined quickly by one across the room, and in seconds every instrument was wailing for attention.
Nimble, practised fingers danced across the keys, searching, sorting, examining, re-examining the information incoming from the Human world.
"What is it?" a voice called.
Another; "Where? Where?"
"What is it? What's happening?" roared another.
"It's in the Kyoto region of Japan," one voice provided an answer.
One, excited. "Hollows!"
"How many? What class?" someone demanded.
"He's right! Hollows! Can't fix on their class... it looks like... Menos? Gillian?"
A hush fell. No more frantic shouting, now that matters were serious. The tap-tapping of keys and rising stench of sweat filled the room.
"I've got it!" yelled the tall skeleton. "It's not a Gillian."
The fat Shinigami, apparently some kind of supervisor, was fast losing his patience. He stood and slammed his fist on the back of his chair, knowing better than to abuse the console.
"What is it then, damn you? Don't give it out in bites!"
"They're just Hollows," the skeletal Shinigami said loudly. "But there are hundreds of them! They've broken through in three places around... Kiyomizudera."
"Kubo! Look that place up!" yelled the fat man. "Akihide! Inform the captain-commander and the captain of squad eleven! Imari! Confirm those numbers!"
Orders were bellowed and followed, and before long a true picture emerged of what was going on. Over three hundred Hollows had broken through from Hueco Mundo into the Human world in three seperate locations around the shrine-town of Kiyomizudera. According to reports they weren't running wild, they were converging on the main temple on the mountain.
"Who have we got down there?" demanded the fat man.
The skeletal Shinigami pulled up some lists. Speed-reading them, he stammered.
"It's----"
----
Alright. Cliffhanger!
This is the intro to an RP I fancied running. It's going to be a straightforward tale of blood, heroism, and of either victory or defeat.
As you can probably gather, 300+ Hollows are attacking a shrine in Japan. There is a 12th squad team down there already - made up of an 8th seat and four to five 18th seats. Each character will have five unseated Shinigami as PA's.
PM if you'd like to join. Tort has claimed the 8th seat, so if you want to be an 18th, get making some profiles!
"Akira!" yelled one, a fat Shinigami with eight digits on each hand and foot. "Akira, hurry up, damn you! We're roasting in our skins here!"
"We should replace him," moaned another, at his fat companion's side. This one was tall and skeletally thin, with pale skin and no hair.
To his right, a dwarfish Shinigami chuckled. "With who?"
"Akira!" Yelled the fat one once more. "Akira, where are you? When I get hold of you I'll..."
The threat never sounded. First the fat one's console began shrieking, joined quickly by one across the room, and in seconds every instrument was wailing for attention.
Nimble, practised fingers danced across the keys, searching, sorting, examining, re-examining the information incoming from the Human world.
"What is it?" a voice called.
Another; "Where? Where?"
"What is it? What's happening?" roared another.
"It's in the Kyoto region of Japan," one voice provided an answer.
One, excited. "Hollows!"
"How many? What class?" someone demanded.
"He's right! Hollows! Can't fix on their class... it looks like... Menos? Gillian?"
A hush fell. No more frantic shouting, now that matters were serious. The tap-tapping of keys and rising stench of sweat filled the room.
"I've got it!" yelled the tall skeleton. "It's not a Gillian."
The fat Shinigami, apparently some kind of supervisor, was fast losing his patience. He stood and slammed his fist on the back of his chair, knowing better than to abuse the console.
"What is it then, damn you? Don't give it out in bites!"
"They're just Hollows," the skeletal Shinigami said loudly. "But there are hundreds of them! They've broken through in three places around... Kiyomizudera."
"Kubo! Look that place up!" yelled the fat man. "Akihide! Inform the captain-commander and the captain of squad eleven! Imari! Confirm those numbers!"
Orders were bellowed and followed, and before long a true picture emerged of what was going on. Over three hundred Hollows had broken through from Hueco Mundo into the Human world in three seperate locations around the shrine-town of Kiyomizudera. According to reports they weren't running wild, they were converging on the main temple on the mountain.
"Who have we got down there?" demanded the fat man.
The skeletal Shinigami pulled up some lists. Speed-reading them, he stammered.
"It's----"
----
Alright. Cliffhanger!
This is the intro to an RP I fancied running. It's going to be a straightforward tale of blood, heroism, and of either victory or defeat.
As you can probably gather, 300+ Hollows are attacking a shrine in Japan. There is a 12th squad team down there already - made up of an 8th seat and four to five 18th seats. Each character will have five unseated Shinigami as PA's.
PM if you'd like to join. Tort has claimed the 8th seat, so if you want to be an 18th, get making some profiles!