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paixaorpg2006-04-21 05:05 pm
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You can never forget those little details… [Solo/Completed]
Character(s): Aizen Sousuke
Content: Aizen has appeared in Paixao and must decide what the best course of action will be.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate [O3]
Time: The vast morning hours of Thursday… or more specifically, around 2 AM
Warnings: Evil plotty-ness >D
Oddly enough, it took very little time for Aizen’s eyes to readjust to the light of this extremely new place. It wasn’t like this was the first time he had been engulfed in an unnatural light and brought to another world, though he did have to admit that this one’s differences with Hueco Mundo were extreme. He passed through a large gate made of golden flames with head held as high as the clouds.
Golden eyes peered around the city. Evalutating the setting, he also decided he was not in the Soul Society or Kanakura town either. Odd, where could he be? This unknown community, however, did not trouble the ex-captain in the slightest. Rather, it was a very interesting place to be. Never before had he seen such a place… these buildings… the domes… A very sly and nasty smile slunk onto his face.
This was merely another place he could use for his benefit.
But how? What was he to do? First he would have to explore much more. The powerful shinigami would have to decide what made this place so special and power could be exploited. Obviously it was a unique and otherworldly one in order to have transported Aizen here on its own free will.
Or was it? The shinigami did have his mind on such things before the light had appeared. He had been wondering where Gin had disappeared to… and look where he was now? His most trusted subordinate had to be here, too. This was an obvious observation.
The only annoyance with this place was the extreme cold weather. It wasn’t so unbearable that it was a problem but the early morning wind did enhance the feeling. Aizen rubbed two hands together hoping the friction would warm them a bit and shoved them into the bowels of his white jacket’s pockets.
“Hmm?” He murmured, feeling the delicate form of something. They were still in his pocket… Aizen pulled out the familiar black-rimmed glasses which were part of the disguise he used while a captain of the Gotei 13. Yet another grin appeared on his face as he looked down fondly at the spectacles.
He would use these once again. The shinigami’s free hand ruffled his hair from its new slicked back position to the ragtag mess it had once been. The glasses then found their way on his squared off face once again. Everything was the way it once was… oh wait. He still had his jacket on.
This one was much different from the one he wore as captain. It no longer bore the tradition Gotei 13 embroidery and was slimmer. The jacket soon found itself neatly folded and nestled safely in a nearby trashcan. Aizen was lucky that he still wore his traditional shinigami uniform. That means this could easily be pulled off. The grin on Aizen’s face suddenly softened and the shinigami appeared much warmer hearted and welcoming.
Now he merely had to pursue the intricate plan that had already formed in his head.
Content: Aizen has appeared in Paixao and must decide what the best course of action will be.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate [O3]
Time: The vast morning hours of Thursday… or more specifically, around 2 AM
Warnings: Evil plotty-ness >D
Oddly enough, it took very little time for Aizen’s eyes to readjust to the light of this extremely new place. It wasn’t like this was the first time he had been engulfed in an unnatural light and brought to another world, though he did have to admit that this one’s differences with Hueco Mundo were extreme. He passed through a large gate made of golden flames with head held as high as the clouds.
Golden eyes peered around the city. Evalutating the setting, he also decided he was not in the Soul Society or Kanakura town either. Odd, where could he be? This unknown community, however, did not trouble the ex-captain in the slightest. Rather, it was a very interesting place to be. Never before had he seen such a place… these buildings… the domes… A very sly and nasty smile slunk onto his face.
This was merely another place he could use for his benefit.
But how? What was he to do? First he would have to explore much more. The powerful shinigami would have to decide what made this place so special and power could be exploited. Obviously it was a unique and otherworldly one in order to have transported Aizen here on its own free will.
Or was it? The shinigami did have his mind on such things before the light had appeared. He had been wondering where Gin had disappeared to… and look where he was now? His most trusted subordinate had to be here, too. This was an obvious observation.
The only annoyance with this place was the extreme cold weather. It wasn’t so unbearable that it was a problem but the early morning wind did enhance the feeling. Aizen rubbed two hands together hoping the friction would warm them a bit and shoved them into the bowels of his white jacket’s pockets.
“Hmm?” He murmured, feeling the delicate form of something. They were still in his pocket… Aizen pulled out the familiar black-rimmed glasses which were part of the disguise he used while a captain of the Gotei 13. Yet another grin appeared on his face as he looked down fondly at the spectacles.
He would use these once again. The shinigami’s free hand ruffled his hair from its new slicked back position to the ragtag mess it had once been. The glasses then found their way on his squared off face once again. Everything was the way it once was… oh wait. He still had his jacket on.
This one was much different from the one he wore as captain. It no longer bore the tradition Gotei 13 embroidery and was slimmer. The jacket soon found itself neatly folded and nestled safely in a nearby trashcan. Aizen was lucky that he still wore his traditional shinigami uniform. That means this could easily be pulled off. The grin on Aizen’s face suddenly softened and the shinigami appeared much warmer hearted and welcoming.
Now he merely had to pursue the intricate plan that had already formed in his head.