Wed Oct 16, 2013 7:27 am
The seireitei, a thousand years of Shinigami civilization based upon the bones of their forerunners. Well, not exactly - When their forerunners died, they turned to spirit energies so there weren't actually any bones to bury, but it was a metaphor and metaphors don't always have to make perfect literal sense. Still, this place was built on history, and on the bad days you could actually smell the blood that had soaked into the walls of this great city state. There was something exhilarating about it. but at the same time it had the effect of making people not want to eat their food. It was a good thing they couldn't actually starve to death, Art had often commented, as the poor "vegetarians" within the city would probably have thrown up whenever they tried. It was strange how people could be so willing to kill semi-humanoid creatures such as the hollows and yet be so hesitant to kill something you were going to eat. They dealt with their spirits after they were dead anyway, so it wasn't like they were just going to disappear, he didn't really know what all that fuss was about. That being said, it was awkward to have to eat a pork sandwich whilst the spirit of the pig you killed for it was looking at you judgementally.
Walking through the dusty aisles of the great library, Art could hear the pleasant background noise of his bracelets jingling. He had long since gotten used to it, to the point that it was now a calming white noise, something always playing in the background. He actually got disturbed when he didn't hear it for a long time. However, he knew that people were looking at him for the noise, it seemed people got touchy when you made noises in the library. Still, those who might have been tempted to glare at him or to confront him looked at his captain's jacket and instead kept their heads hidden by their books, the only way he knew that they were still looking at him was that he had been trained for this sort of thing. He was able to tell when people were looking at him, it was like a sixth sense. People often said they were able to tell when people looked at them and that was an actual human ability, but they didn't train it properly
"Well, why shouldn't they look at you, Nii-san? You're one of their leaders, it's your job to be a public figure~" The cute voice said in his head, his zanpakuto talking to him again. Hearing voices in his head... the Shinigami were the only group that were able to do that that WEREN'T crazy.
Walking through the dusty aisles of the great library, Art could hear the pleasant background noise of his bracelets jingling. He had long since gotten used to it, to the point that it was now a calming white noise, something always playing in the background. He actually got disturbed when he didn't hear it for a long time. However, he knew that people were looking at him for the noise, it seemed people got touchy when you made noises in the library. Still, those who might have been tempted to glare at him or to confront him looked at his captain's jacket and instead kept their heads hidden by their books, the only way he knew that they were still looking at him was that he had been trained for this sort of thing. He was able to tell when people were looking at him, it was like a sixth sense. People often said they were able to tell when people looked at them and that was an actual human ability, but they didn't train it properly
"Well, why shouldn't they look at you, Nii-san? You're one of their leaders, it's your job to be a public figure~" The cute voice said in his head, his zanpakuto talking to him again. Hearing voices in his head... the Shinigami were the only group that were able to do that that WEREN'T crazy.