Hi. :mellow:
I've got a kind of prologue-y thing that's just kinda collecting dust on my hard drive. It's really kind of good, even hints at a plot of some sort, though if I ever had one it's long forgotten.
Just letting some fresh eyes and imaginations look over it to see if a comment or two might spark some kind of idea to continue it. Otherwise? Meh.
(It's been forever since I've been on any kind of forum, so I've forgotten how to get something into bold and italics, so the impact on some parts may or may not be lost. >.<)
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Bored: (Adjective) Tired and impatient:
1: To be tired of and slightly annoyed by a person or situation that is not interesting, exciting, or entertaining.
2: To be uninterested due to frequent exposure or indulgence.
3: To be tired of the world.
The war with Aizen ended five years ago, and many of the wistful and ignorant thought that the peace would last forever. It had taken a lot of getting used to, after all, with the number of Hollows trickling down to next to nothing.
But as always, there were souls that were not gotten to by a shinigami in time, ones who were passed over and left to fester and rot, their heart and what was left of their humanity wasting away into the ever hungry void that transformed them into something else. Something ugly.
The absence of that kind of everyday horror left some true and through shinigami all to happy.
And, after time, left a lot more bored.
The humans who helped in the war moved on with their lives, they finished school, they aged, they found work and some made homes for themselves. Even Ichigo. The one who nobody could even fathom for a second to not be the main hero in some kind of battle, the one who, in the very back of your mind, you believed to always be the strongest. The one who secret bets and wagers were made on, saying he would win in a battle against even the captain commander.
The hero. The savior. The human.
But, alas, Ichigo was just that. Human.
He was bound to the living world, still attached to his family, his friends, his studies and now, his job and as the days and years passed, he grew older. The peace in mundane life left him out of shape, left him week.
Now a days, the bets were more along the lines of who would win in a battle between him and Ukitake.
As time continued to pass, stories of Ichigo and his friend's adventures in, against and with Sereitei changed bit by bit, evolving to seem just a little more grander as it passed from every mouth to ear.
And when curious young shinigami's curiosity finally sent them on their way to the human world, just to get a glimpse at the warrior of ledgened...
They found a regular, boring human speaking loudly to a room full of students while he recited to them a history lesson.
The shock of seeing someone who had been told to be next to god so... normal... left many angry and bored. Eager to deduce the stories as lies and to return home to Sereitei, to speak the truth of Ichigo Kurosaki.
None of them ever noticed that even though Ichigo was facing a blackboard or a group of half-interested students, his eyes were always sharply following the souls in black.
Boredom, unfortunately, was universal.
It wasn't a trait found only in humans, it wasn't reserved only for shinigami, either. Hollows felt it, and when they did, they acted. The trail of destruction and gore that often followed after them was usualy when the monster was hungry or bored or perhaps even both.
Shinigami quickly realized in their careers that when bored hollows went for food, there was usually more blood.
And so, this is how our story begins.
With boredom.
I've got a kind of prologue-y thing that's just kinda collecting dust on my hard drive. It's really kind of good, even hints at a plot of some sort, though if I ever had one it's long forgotten.
Just letting some fresh eyes and imaginations look over it to see if a comment or two might spark some kind of idea to continue it. Otherwise? Meh.
(It's been forever since I've been on any kind of forum, so I've forgotten how to get something into bold and italics, so the impact on some parts may or may not be lost. >.<)
~
Bored: (Adjective) Tired and impatient:
1: To be tired of and slightly annoyed by a person or situation that is not interesting, exciting, or entertaining.
2: To be uninterested due to frequent exposure or indulgence.
3: To be tired of the world.
The war with Aizen ended five years ago, and many of the wistful and ignorant thought that the peace would last forever. It had taken a lot of getting used to, after all, with the number of Hollows trickling down to next to nothing.
But as always, there were souls that were not gotten to by a shinigami in time, ones who were passed over and left to fester and rot, their heart and what was left of their humanity wasting away into the ever hungry void that transformed them into something else. Something ugly.
The absence of that kind of everyday horror left some true and through shinigami all to happy.
And, after time, left a lot more bored.
The humans who helped in the war moved on with their lives, they finished school, they aged, they found work and some made homes for themselves. Even Ichigo. The one who nobody could even fathom for a second to not be the main hero in some kind of battle, the one who, in the very back of your mind, you believed to always be the strongest. The one who secret bets and wagers were made on, saying he would win in a battle against even the captain commander.
The hero. The savior. The human.
But, alas, Ichigo was just that. Human.
He was bound to the living world, still attached to his family, his friends, his studies and now, his job and as the days and years passed, he grew older. The peace in mundane life left him out of shape, left him week.
Now a days, the bets were more along the lines of who would win in a battle between him and Ukitake.
As time continued to pass, stories of Ichigo and his friend's adventures in, against and with Sereitei changed bit by bit, evolving to seem just a little more grander as it passed from every mouth to ear.
And when curious young shinigami's curiosity finally sent them on their way to the human world, just to get a glimpse at the warrior of ledgened...
They found a regular, boring human speaking loudly to a room full of students while he recited to them a history lesson.
The shock of seeing someone who had been told to be next to god so... normal... left many angry and bored. Eager to deduce the stories as lies and to return home to Sereitei, to speak the truth of Ichigo Kurosaki.
None of them ever noticed that even though Ichigo was facing a blackboard or a group of half-interested students, his eyes were always sharply following the souls in black.
Boredom, unfortunately, was universal.
It wasn't a trait found only in humans, it wasn't reserved only for shinigami, either. Hollows felt it, and when they did, they acted. The trail of destruction and gore that often followed after them was usualy when the monster was hungry or bored or perhaps even both.
Shinigami quickly realized in their careers that when bored hollows went for food, there was usually more blood.
And so, this is how our story begins.
With boredom.
