- SageLord of the Understream
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Mon Apr 06, 2015 9:34 pm
Amada Kamimura, 6-0
As if his atoms were pixels Amada's body dematerialised, in place of his location on Earth transporting some air from the Demon Realm and, as expected, a good amount of Za Koa energy. This probably raised some alarms in the building and caused trouble for the faculty; not that Amada cared. By now, he was already gazing at the surprisingly rural, urban-steampunk looking city in the Demon Realm--a city he wasn't quite familiar with but might have recognised in a textbook he was reading.
Within a few moments of transporting to his location Amada was coughing violently with an uncomfortable feeling surrounding his body; not quite like a wave of heat covering his body; more like a sort of darkness, creeping at the hairs of his neck. To say the least, it wasn't pleasant. Wheezing in a slight stinging pain striking at his lungs Amada spoke out the words, "Holy.. shit... the air here is..." before subsequently fainting with a fall to the ground. Such was the miasmic atmosphere of Flow City; the industrial centre of the Demon Realm, and hotspot for negative energies and hollow, arrancar, and demon-kind alike. A tough place for anyone of otherwise race--especially to a spiritual inept boy like Amada Kamimura.
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