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  1. Untrue.. I will be arriving right at the end escorting Ryuken so that he can deliver an arrowhead to his son. xD
    2 points
  2. The flight from General Mitchell International Airport to Seattle-Tacoma International Airport was mostly filled up with several books that Sibylle's grandmother had given her to study. The literature included advanced case studies on the human psyche in regards to dealing with the paranormal. Grandmother Ermelinda Opie was a no-nonsense kind of person, so this seemed a bit odd. However, she noted that the other literature included Japanese myths on spirits and death gods, a book about chakra, case studies on people claiming to see soul-devouring monsters, and all of the top tourist spots to see while in Japan. The mixture was definitely different, but she was sure there was some boring reason that her grandmother had thrown all of that into her travel bag. Reaching Seattle the layover took about two hours before Sibylle was on her connecting flight to Haneda Airport in Ota City, Tokyo, Japan. This leg of the flight was going to be another ten and a half hours. The teenage threw her headphones on under her long gray hoodie to drowned out the couple sitting next to her. The freedom to be out on her own was a feeling she was not exactly sure how to deal with as she looked out the small economy window waiting for the airplane to take off. Her silver eyes cast a distance glance through the slight reflection of her own face, she could see in the window. Pressing her lips together, the teenager curled up in her seat looking out this window while her music kicked onto the next song. About a half hour goes by before the flight attendants do their spiel about safety and what to do in case of emergencies. Sibylle only half paid attention to this, as she found herself lost in thought about what this trip to Japan was going to mean for her life. As far as she was concerned every moment of her life had been planned out by her grandmother to a frustratingly suffocated degree. If she did not know better she would think that her grandmother was trying to relive her life without any of the mistakes she had made. She did not really care for her grandmother's plan for her, but she was interested in getting away and possibly discovering who she was outside of that prison-like atmosphere. With the airplane in the night sky Sibylle allowed herself to get as comfortable as possible so that she could sleep during the flight. This comfortability was basically nonexistent, but she managed to get about eight hours of sleep before she woke up needing to use the restroom. She gestured to the woman reading a book next to her that she was going to get up. The woman nudged her husband waking him up, so that the teenager could make her way to the back of the airplane. Returning to her seat after her business was done Sibylle feigned a nice smile as she made her way past the couple once again. They tried to make small talk with her, but she simply bowed her head pretending to go back to sleep. The Pacific ocean was already starting lit up by the sun during her time asleep before, mostly as she could see when the skies were clear of clouds. Popping open book about spirits and death gods Sibylle let out a deep sigh. Guessing I will read this book now, she thought to herself as the music shifted to another song with a dreary undertone to it. She found the stories a little amusing as a thought experiment, but to think a whole culture believed that these things were real was almost laughable to her. However, she did like to understand why people gravitated to the thought of people having a life after death. She, herself, was not fully sold on what was next, but there was no coming back from the dead she knew that much. So, to cling onto the dead so strongly that they believed in ghosts and grim reapers was almost laughable to her. The pictures in this particular book painted death gods as black kimono wearing katana wielding samurai fighting evil souls with white masks of creatures attached to their massive grotesque bodies. To her this was just another way for people to romanticize death and their way to coup with losing loved ones. The human psyche was so fragile that it would make up just about anything in order to get by another day. Fooling themselves into thinking that they did enough to help during that person's life and that there was no way they had been negligible to the deceased in any way. At least, that was what her research and experience with people had led her to believe. Coming into Japan after what felt like an eternity Sibylle let out a long deep sigh. She patiently waited as pressure from the winds intensified outside. The airplane started to shake uncontrollably for a moment and then there was a sharp jerking motion as she cracked her head against the window. Her vision became blurred as the sounds around her of mass hysteria consumed her now exposed eardrums with her headphones slid down to her neck. "Are you ok?" The woman next to her as the teenager nods signaling that she was okay even though blood was trickling down the side of her head. Through the chaos the flight attendants tried to regain order with the captain speaking over the loud speaker, "Everyone please remain claim, we will be exiting through the emergency exits momentarily." Eventually a medical person comes over to check on Sibylle helping her get bandaged up as she waited for her turn to go down the slide to the rafts taking people to shore. The airplane had crashed in the ocean before reaching Japan proper. There were several boats and vessels nearby helping with the wrecked plane. Taking a closer look at the side of the wing appeared to have three serrated claws like marks that were unnatural for the wind or gunfire to make. The damage in her mind did not make much sense, but she also was not an expert on airplanes or how wings could get randomly destroyed out of nowhere like that. That is when her eyes noticed something moving in the water pushing past a boat as if it was a lumbering invisible creature. "Hey," Sibylle called out to the woman next to her, "Do you see that over there?" "Yeah, the waves of water are giving the rescuers a hard time," the woman replied as if the water being moved around was a natural phenomenon. She rubbed her eyes a few times before looking in that direction again and the shiloutte of the massive invisible creature was gone without a trace. Maybe I am losing my mind. That hit to my head must have been more severe than I originally thought, she thought to herself as she turned away from the wreckage waiting for the raft to get pulled to shore. [WC: 1177]
    1 point
  3. Did you hear.. BLEACH IS COMING BACK! Finally, after 8 LOOOOONG fucking years.. it's finally gonna happen, we're getting the animated ending that we all deserved..lol For more info.. CLICKY ON DA PICCY
    1 point
  4. This is only rumor, but I hear that you, Isshin-sama, will be doing jack shit in the TYBW arc. Is this true?
    1 point


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