Artist: Poets Of The fall - Song: Carnival of Rust - Word Count: 1135
It had been nothing short of a miraculous sense of Willpower that the young captain had stayed at his desk past eight in the morning to do paper work, usually he couldn't sit still, at least not since his encounter with Mana. The young white haired boy was dealing with inner demons no one knew about, demons Mana had inflicted on him so that every time he did something he didn't want to do, something captain like, something involving paper work or being a stick in the mud his mind would begin to shatter, fissures would appear inside his head and he would lose himself until finally he snapped.
Luckily the boy had only really broke twice in it was in a secluded battle where no other captains or friends could witness the usually stoic boy go bat shit crazy. His legs kept shaking and his palms sweat as he thought about gripping his Zanpakutō and cutting down anyone that wanted to spar. With a weak exhale he pushed himself back from his desk, the wooden legs of his chair scratching against the bare floor boards. He had to get out, he had to walk and do something, drink something, get his mind off of the seal of insanity that the Queen of Madness placed upon him when she literally wrapped her fingers around his beating heart before throwing him to the ground like discard trash. He wasn't aware of the severity of the seal and how his life was ticking away unless he would give into the potent spell she placed on him, he wasn't aware he had a year to live and would die unless he cut loose and did what he wanted to, neglect his captain duties, spit int he face of his missing god, and say FUCK EVERYONE. No he wasn't aware that the more he fought of the insanity she placed on him the more he doomed himself.
The short boy stormed out of his office leaving his clean pressed white captain robe behind, his Zanpakutō resting on his right hip so that his left hand could raw it should something fun happen. His golden eyes looked hazy as he walked on, a hurried bounce in his step because he had to escape these fucking grounds, he had to get the hell away from this shit hole for just a few hours to save his sanity.
Fate's a bitch like that, as he walked past the gate of his barracks a massive spiritual pressure rained down, some of the weaker shinigami stumbling. It was a few hundred yards away and the fact that it could still knock people on their asses should how powerful the strange source was. The haze seemed to vanish from his golden eyes, making them sharp and a smile came to his face. Carter wasn't the captain of the combat unit but he was in charge of internal affairs, if there was a stranger causing issues inside these walls it was an internal affair as far as he was concerned and it conveyed vibes of chaos.
The insanity in him could respect it and he felt his smile grow just a bit, his bright white teeth flashing, Truth might not have abandoned us yet.[/color]
He thought sarcastically before vanishing in the light, doing his own version of a shunpo, the light step ability that only seven entities in the world could perform, the ability to mend himself into light and blast forward in a flare. Not to out himself the small white haired boy appeared right outside the area of the battle ground, sensing the Kido captain and the dark kid he had read about, the Henrex boy. It was his duty as the captain of Internal Affairs to know each shinigami even if they didn't know him and he took that job seriously.
He knew he held an advantage over this fight that none of the others did, one he knew the opponent was a vizard, he knew this because his best friend was one and he was familiar with the duality of their spirit pressure, and two, Carter's secret weapon that made him scary to fight, Carter didn't give off spiritual pressure. period. One of the boons of being an Angel of Truth meant you didn't give off spiritual pressure even if you were a pure spirit. Zen knew this though, he made it common knowledge to his fellow Captains, Henrex wouldn't and neither would the intruder.
Clearing his throat he walked around the edge of the wall, his right hand resting on the pummel of his Zanpakutō, his smile was gone from his face, he had to look serious but if you looked in his eyes you could almost see the enjoyment out of what was coming. To the Vizard and Henrex he would appear to be an idiot that was in the wrong place with a Zanpakutō that he must have stolen. Maybe Henrex could figure out who he was but that was if Carter had had on the white captain's robe he left behind when he decided to go for a stroll.
With nothing more than the crack of his neck and a second clearing of his throat he decided it was time for his dramatic intro, "That's some mighty fine spirit pressure you're exerting. You might not want to blow your wad all at once big boy.
" he said, a chilly taunt in his voice, like an idiot who clearly didn't know just how out classed he was.
Carter knew, he knew this Vizard was stronger but this Vizard wouldn't be able to gauge Carter's strength at all, even when he unleashed his abilities he would appear powerless. He could be a pluse or he could be a god, the Vizard wouldn't be able to determine it and that alone could be enough of an edge to turn a battle that was still stacked against the three heroes.
"Zen, I don't think I've ever been happy to see a kido user next to me in a battle but today barriers and distance will be nice. Almost couldn't ask for a better partner.
" He said, almost arrogantly while he walked forward to stand beside the man that was characteristically over dressed as always. It was almost comical seeing the 4 foot 5 inch white haired boy stand next to the captain in clear defiance to an enemy that would smash them as soon as they all decided to bare fangs. He simply appeared a stupid and lost child who thought he was tough, maybe he was. Time will quickly show.