| Constructive criticism and someone to roleplay with, is welcome. Mu walked along the area, remembering all the times he had been here- just staring out at the numerous grey tombstones and brooding over the lives he had taken. Each time he walked by, memories of various Shinigami he knew, burning, flashed accross his mind, as if a scar had been permanently ingrained within his soul. He was abruptly stopped by a particular tombstone, a tombstone that intensified his feelings of regret. The tombstone of his former mentor. Marechiyo Ōmaeda R.I.P. Traitor to Soul Society He was a coward back then, only looking out for himself as he remembered siding with the enemy while the rest of Soul Society bled to death. He knew that there was no going back to the way things were. Now that he had decided to aid the rebellion, now that he had killed all those people. He gazed at the words engraved on it, feeling as if those words were meant for himself. He vowed right then and there, that he would make it up to every soul he had chosen to turn a blind eye towards- even if it killed him... And it probably would. With one last look at the dreary place, the 1000 year old Shinigami left; the winds of Soul Society's graveyard howling under a blazing sun. |
BlackOperationsMay 5, 2010 7:44 PM
| Aizen marched into the room and gracefully sat against the soft material of his throne. Briefly, he fixed a calm gaze towards his subordinates, curling his lips to form a mockery of a smile. Forming an image of a kind person. As Mu looked on from his chair, he couldn't help but feel like throttleling his current King, the smile embedding itself into his mind. For him, the smile represented an illusion and he knew that behind that smile lurked a malevolent power hungry tyrant only out for himself. He didn't like illusions, despite using them himself and he didn't like Aizen- Not that he'd ever let Aizen know. He was aware that he was about to push past emotional bounderies and that it was subtly close to surfacing. To cover his emotions, he quickly manipulated his Reitsu to conform to the mask he had set in place. He couldn't afford to blow his cover, not right now, not when he was in the middle of a Captains meeting. Mu felt a small amount of satisfaction as he put on a smirk, arrogance dripping from every pore of his outward appearance. ((I know, a little overdramatic, but I'm trying to get in character. ^^)) |
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