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|Subject Post 1Subject: A Feather in the Air~ Sun Nov 06, 2011 7:56 pm|| |
Colin layed out on the ground, yawning. He was a bit away from the outskirts of the Old Karakura, not in the woods, but not in Karakura either. He was in the place between. He was in a small clearing, able to see Sukai Karakura in the air but not really caring. He was just taking a load off, having used a garganta to arrive here after a meeting at VC Headquarters. He liked coming here, it was a quiet place. It was natural, and it gave him a rare sense of peace. If something were to happen to it, someone threaten it, he would defend it. The mere thought of someone harming something that couldn't even defend itself turned his stomach. Although that wasn't hard, considering how little body fat he had. He was built more like a stick than a person. He didn't really care what others thought about him lying there in his t-shirt and jeans. His thin hair rested lightly on top of his head, and his mouth was set in a small line as he finished yawning. He was calm, at peace.
After a few minutes, he sat up again, becoming cross-legged. He had felt something approaching in the distance, a strange presence. His robotic eye sleepily zoomed in on the person, who was calmly walking towards his location from the outskirts. He recognized the presence as Iramasha, although it wasn't one he had ever seen before. They seemed fairly powerful, although his stress reader wasn't picking up any stress. He leaned back, not really caring. He put his elbows back, looking up at the clear sky, dotted by a few small clouds. His face looked distracted, his eyelids closed a bit, his mouth open just a tad. If they wanted to come over to his location, he wouldn't mind. If they wanted to have a spar, once again, he wouldn't care. If they wanted to talk, that was fine by him. He was relaxing and at peace, something very rare for him.
He closed his eyes, then leaned forward again, taking his arms off the ground and onto his lap, his elbows on the opposing hip. He straightened his back as the person stepped into the clearing, stretching his arms up into the air, yawning again. He pushed up onto the ground with his right hand, his zanpakto in its sheathe knocking against the ground once before he gave a small hop into the air, landing squarely on both feet. He scratched his head with his right hand as he knocked off the grass on his back with the left, waiting to see what this new comer would do...
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