A Trap set by Quincies [Yuudai, Timey-wimey lord, Gonzo,/No kill]

Last edited by Yuudai Kazame on Thu Jan 10, 2013 4:14 pm; edited 1 time in total

Yuudai got the message and ran for the meeting room he had heard there was a Espada sighted near here and he was ready for a fight. He burst through the door and saw his captain already there. He ran up and said "Sir is it true there has been an Espada sighted near here:. His captain looked at him and said "We are not sure we cant confirm nor deny this". His captain looked at him and said "Yuudai i need you to go out and check and see if the reports are true". Yuudai looked at his captain and said "Yes sir". His captain looked at him and said "And i want you to take somebody else with you". Yuudai looked at his captain with great respect and said : "Sir i can handle this there is no reason to bother anybody else with it". His captain looked at him and said "No buts we dont know whats out there". Yuudai bowed and left he did not know who to tkae with him. Just as he was walking down the hall he bumped into somebody. "Sorry did not mean to hit you". He looked and saw anther squad 10 member sitting on the floor.

Walking in with a half-eaten slice of bread held lightly in his left hand, Adam Taylor looked between his (almost comically) diminutive captain, and the colleague he knew of, but had always tried to avoid. It was never anything personal, it was just that Adam didn’t like the general air he gave off. He didn’t like a lot of people for that reason, and those that he would cooperate with him usually commented on how he seemed distant during the mission. But, that was just his demeanour. Sit him down with a cup of war tea, a plate of biscuits and some chocolate fingers, and you’d be hard-pushed to find someone more open.

“Huh? Oh, terribly sorry, am I interrupting something?”
The accent was unmistakeable. Having hailed from a town just southeast of London, his accent was not as strong as, say, a Cockney’s, but amongst the members of the squad, there were few other people with accents as distinguishable as his. With his eyes darting to and from various spots in the room, including the captain and his fellow Shinigami, the fact that his bread was now hidden awkwardly behind his back would make for quite the laughable sight. That is, if he wasn’t so unpredictable. He could take the observation and laugh. He could storm out in a huff. Or, he could attempt to rip your head off of your shoulders with his bare hands.

Giving up on preserving his dignity, he stepped fully into the room, chewing away at the last remnants of his – somewhat bland – foodstuff, awaiting some sort of response. He’d actually just come to the area because someone asked him to deliver a message to his gnome of a captain. He hadn’t read it, and nor did he care for its constitution, but as he’d had nothing better to do, and because all the Hollows with a bounty worthy of the effort it would take to cleanse it were already being pursued, he’d shrugged and taken the task.
The note, brown and folded haphazardly, was in his other hand. Why they didn’t use the messenger system, he didn’t know. He just went along with things.

Leaving Heuco Mundo with a disgusted taste of filth he had towards those beneath him, the seventh espada who was known to be a bit of a prick, power hungry and has always sought after his own personal gains even if that meant putting himself before the greater portion of his comrades. He had but a chance to leave at the cost of giving himself away on contact by those that wished to haunt him down like the predator he is known to be. Arriving in the spiritual plane of Seireiti was but a doorway from Hueco Mundo into the next, like a folding of space. Stepping out as the fractions of land where the hollows reside behind him, Gazing out he came here because his motives to seek out something for a personal gain that still remains hidden to even his own nature.

“I’ve never tasted this feeling yet, I will have to seek out where it might remain before slaughtering everything in sight,” His built is lean and the definition of his physique is shown to be a fighter that has no reason let off the gas when he mauls down anything that shows the slightest bit of interest he wants to explore. Soon after the doorway in which is defined by those that know its name closed behind the arrancar as he hovers overseeing the outskirts of wild forested area that surround both Seireitei and Rukongai. Like a hawk finding a prey that he’ll sink his pleasures into, the nameless arrancar notices a few interesting items that he can indulge but his cravings are caught by a new type of scent that he has not came across.

A presence like his is considered ”haunt to kill” by most that roam these lands as protectors and overseers. The arrancar has already considered the many variable possibilities that can and will happen when he makes any sort of move. But being that he was driven here to seek a certain pleasure of interest, the arrancar has neither the needed worry to care about these so called protectors. ”I will consume this pleasure with no reason to hold back,” Like a war chant, the arrancar says softly enough to fill his entire being since his tone of voice has always been but a gentle touch of wind. Landing down upon the outskirts, the arrancar’s appearance will surely be a rude awakening with these residents who are use to things that resides in the norms of their own understandings.

After helping the squad member up he realized he needed to speak to the captain again. So he hurried back to the meeting room he saw his captain with another member of squad 10 he walked up and said "Hello again sir am i interrupting something". His captain looked at him and said "No No he was just delivering a message to me". Yuudai looked at the other soul reaper. He looked as if he would be a good person to take with him. Yuudai looked at the other reaper and said "Hmm i have a question for you. would you like to accompany on a mission to look for a Espada". Yuudai looked at the other reaper to await a response.

By way of response, all that was immediately received from Adam was a nonchalant shrug. Though he was excited at the prospect of actually having something to do, as opposed to handing out shopping lists, this elation was kept as an inward celebration. After what looked like a moment’s consideration, he spoke again, this time in a less awkward tone, though it was still largely neutral, and not revealing of anything he might have the motivation and/or energy to bother feeling.

“Well, sudden as it is, yes. Though, I must ask, what the bleeding hell’s an Espada doing outside Hueco Mundo? I mean, if it was there to feed, we’d probably know about it by now, but still.”
Expecting an ear-bashing and a mission briefing, Adam stood vaguely upright, either tired or unmotivated. Given his lifestyle, it was probably both. Or not. He wasn’t the most predictable of people, aside from his fighting style. He was, however, genuinely wondering what an Espada was doing outside of Hueco Mundo. Usually, there would be more than one, if they were planning or executing a plan. He couldn’t help but feel suspicious about this potential assignment.

Various other ideas ran through his head, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something about the situation was terribly, terribly wrong. Given that there had been a few Soul Reaper disappearances within the last few weeks, with unexplained causes, he figured that he was more than justified to be keeping his eyes on the shadows, wherever possible.

Keeping a very low profile since despite having zero chance to conceal his overall appearance hidden, the arrancar finds a campfire in which a few locals seem to have taken refuge out in the forest area in one such spot. It’s here that he spots a larger old raggedy blanket just big enough to cover himself up and hide what he is at least for the time being. Taking hold of the old raggedy blanket without being spotted by anyone since it appears as if they went off to do their own separate business at least that would be what it appears like. Cutting and designing it a bit to make a hood out of one portion of it being the overly large size of the blanket which will help cover up his head to lower waist area. “Least with this I can keep a sort of low profile for the time being,” Covering up his head and portions of body that would give any local the idea he is not of this place, The arrancar quickly comes to his own realization that he’ll have to haunt for that which is driving him to do these kinds of things.

Finding his way out of the luscious forest area and toward a poor village that looks to reside near sections just before one reaches Seireitei and Rukongai, the arrancar walks with a slow but steady pace as if his search continues on. He does so because he wishes to attract the least amount attention at him but his taste to consume is always been the most difficult of things somewhat to hold back. Even now he would slip and fall off the wagon if not for that driving force that is catching his full blown attention span to track and kill like hunter. He does not know yet what this feeling is but he’ll soon find out just what it can be exactly if it be anything at all. The unknown arrancar hidden behind the blanket to cover up most of his appearance seems to walk amongst the locals in the poor village. Like a hungry demon he sniffs and bends down every so often as he looks at minor footprints and taps his fingers against it to taste for a clue to what it can be.

“Nothing yet,” He says to himself before following aimlessly as he searched mostly low for now since a hovering being could pretty much attract attention his way. Attention he does not need at this current moment. Drooling and hungry the arrancar wipes away his mouth with a portion of the blanket. His desires have started to tickle the back of his mind since it’s the thrill of the hunt that excites him the most. Something he hasn’t done since rising into power of an espada.

"You know what? I'll come back later. I have matters to attend to. Besides, this is an ESPADA we're talking about. I'm the tenth bloody seat. There's a difference between bravery and stupidity, and you don't seem to be able to differentiate. My apologies, captain, but this is one mission I'm going to have to decline."
Adam turned from the pair on his heel, and made his way out. He was obviously not going to receive a report, and if he did, he probably wouldn't be able to see why it would have to be him fighting. He honestly didn't see why – he was the tenth seat, going up against the elite of the Arrancar. To add to that, he fought with martial arts, not even drawing his blade most of the time, only normally doing it to finish the job.

Speaking of jobs, he had spotted one that – while not particularly exciting – would provide him with enough money to buy something nice for dinner. He’d been meaning to eat out for a while, and given that his cooking skills were sub-par at best, he relished the chance to eat food that at least looked like something even vaguely edible, instead of a – slightly glowing and quietly humming – mishmash of different ingredients.

Yuudai watched as the Soul reaper left he turned to his captian and said "Sir i need to go ill handle this myself " His captain made a face then agreed Yuudai then left the room on the way to the spot that the Espada was reported to be at. On arrival he feld a odd spiritual pressure. He turned and said "Alright who's there" He then turned around to see who the person was. If it was the Espada he was going to find out why they were here. If not he would return to his Duty's.

(Er, sorry to intrude. Yuudai, there is no Captain of Squad 10 yet. You can't just make him up for your own purposes.)

i'd like for this to be closed up since i don't see a reason in this moving forward most. we already lost one guy and its been a while since it was moving steady as well as myself so if anything i'll be backing out of this and if Yuudai wants to collab another idea then let me know but being that it started with 3 rpers and now its down to only 1 i see no point and will back out as well sorry.

(Are you all requesting this be moved to the archives?)

please do so...at least i am asking and timey has left it. and Yuudai gone

((Ok. This topic is archived, which means it basically never happened.))

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