[BSD-RP] Human World: Naruki City

[Shinigami]

It was strange, a blizzard seemed to be raging from the outside, the wind was blowing widely enough so that he had to cover his face. His attire was nowhere near prepared for the cold weather that was raging yet still he had to force himself to push through the blizzard. He had to bust through in order to save his employees and to some extent his business. On top of which he kept a good amount of his ammunition inside the basement, to which he could break down and create some extra clothing for himself so he could not allow himself to freeze to death. His head shook as he stared at the blizzard wall surrounding the city, hesitation? Not like him, he just wasn’t a fan of potentially getting frostbite.
His head shook once more as he would begin to step forward, his arms lifted over his head to protect his eyes, his head twisted to the side, as the snow and the cold began to attack his exposed skin; the feeling of his arms freezing was painful, but he endured, as long as he felt that pain he knew he was fine, as long as he could feel; though it was a bit hard to see where he was walking as a wall of white flakes were moving around him. Each step he took was an effort till finally he would breakthrough.
Silence, It was an interesting sight, the city seemed frozen and silent, the silence was explained by the snow, absorbing the noise there his eyes began to look around, currently no one insight that was living but there seemed some mounds of snow on the ground. From there he began to descend himself from the sky and onto the ground. From there he kneeled down, to investigate what this was; his hand extended out and began to push the snow out of the way before revealing a body. This only caused his head to shake once again as he would stand up and begin to look around, more snow mounds were around. There he sighed and let out his air, to which he was able to see his own breath, before he would flicker with a hirenyaku to his shop, appearing just outside. And just as quickly he would open up the door, before shutting it, and finally catching a bit of warmth, both hands were moved underneath his armpits as he was trying to warm his core up.
Finally began to look around the area, it appeared devoid of people, thank the almighty for that one. Finally, he began to walk towards the basement, opening it up to reveal that a good chunk of his staff for that night had kept themselves hidden, they all seemed fine, if anything shaken up as they saw people collapsing onto the ground. “Everyone stay here, and don’t come out until I give the all-clear. And don’t open the door for anyone.” He was clear on that end, as everyone in that basement would be safe unless something came after them. They would be safe there for now. His head twisted towards the wall opposite from basement door, to which he would open up to reveal the plethora of quincy bullets stacked inside magazines, and some inside large boxes for future use, grenades, safely stacked inside wooden crates, gintos along the wall with seele schienders neatly placed onto the wall. There he moved towards the box of ammunition, pulling them out and breaking them down to reform them into a thick jacket, with a hood, a mask to help cover his face agaisnt the wind, and finally four pouches attached to the back, to which he placed his round drum magazines into it, before putting on the mask and jacket, before finally moving outside once more to face the cold, except this time it wasn’t soo bad this time, as he began walk away from his bar, and once he was determined he was far from his bar he would begin to flare up his reaitsu to attract whatever was around.

 

[Shinigami]

Karakura Town ==========> Naruki City
In a crash of bright green light Avillio formed next to Fred. Suddenly, His cigarette flew out of his mouth, the cherry snuffed instantly. White flurry surrounded them, Avillio took Fred's back left side to cover himself long enough to slip his glasses out of his pocket, resting them on his face. He then quickly slipped his scarf over his nose as well. He typically wore long sleeved clothing and heavy pants with boots. So the Cold didn't bother him too much. There was a bone biting freeze in the snow that Avillio had never experienced before. He motioned back to the side of Fred and gave him a thumbs up.
Avi followed Fred through the thick snow, until they came upon a silhouette of what Avi guessed was Fred's Establishment. Once inside Fred immediately sprang into gear. “Everyone stay here, and don’t come out until I give the all-clear. And don’t open the door for anyone.” Avillio noted his leadership qualities and moved to help him secure people and make sure the place was warming up. He then followed Fred to the main section and watched him resupply and gear up for the weather. Not a bad idea if he was being honest. Avillio sighed deeply and then without looking over motioned for the front door. " Watch the cross fire and try not to absorb any of my Reiatsu. I need to get away from you to get ready Make sure to download the app on the QR code on my business card i gave you. It's a direct download for a communication app i use to keep in touch with others like myself. Send a question mark if you want a Sit-rep, Send a thumbs up if you're good, Down for bad. Skull means you're dying. Good luck pal. "
After this Avillio slipped out of the front door without waiting for a response. He then used his Bringer Light to grab at the seems of reality around him and slip with immense speed back to his apartment. He was able to buy the apartment on the top most floor. There he always had roof access through nefarious means. Slipping into his home, he through off his riding gear and slipped on some cold weather gear for snow boarding. Then regular thick jeans, Snow boots and a large coat with fur around the hood and wrist cuffs.He then returned to the roof, to the top of the large tower that sat in a triangle of other sky scrappers Making up good arena in the city. Avillio wanted to see what they were up against and try and get ahead start on fighting it. He pulled out two small toy pistols and then slowly brought them up to his temples. As if pretending to shoot himself from both sides. " Bang " Suddenly a twisting of reiatsu spiraled around Avillio. The snow suddenly vanishing before quickly falling once more.
Pulling up his scarf to cover most of his face now. A visible neon green glow would emit from his fake eye. Even under the glasses it glowered with an intense burning brightness. The two toy pistols were now large black and slightly high tech looking weapons. He spun them with dexterous mastery before bringing them down to his sides. Clipping them onto streamline holsters. His Reiryoku would push the snow off it's natural flurry as he looked out over the city and awaited this presence they all felt. Both hands hovering and slightly twitching sometimes as he felt all over Naruki, waiting to draw on the first Hollow that shows itself. As he still had no idea what he was fighting. From Fred's reaction it could just be a sudden and horrible snow storm, Avillio doesn't watch the news. How was he supposed to know. Regardless he was sure he felt something out there in this thick white screen of ice.

 

[Shinigami]

clank, the sound of ice hitting the side of a glass was the only thing that took place before a whirlwind of snow. If there was something he knew he shouldn’t be doing to dull himself. However before that glass even touch his lips there came chill straight down his spine. Before the ebony liquid within touched his lips he stopped cold in his tracks, an interruption like no other. His brow twitched at the thought he wasn’t looking to bury his sorrows nor run away from his problems, yet here one arose right before his eyes as he leaned over the railing of a buildings several stories high. There it was, the sound of a voice akin to a jolly fat man from a child’s bedtime stories rang true echoing through the city streets before reaching his ears. The only thing Silas could think to himself as he tossed his glass over the edge was “You’ve got to be kidding…” A tongue in cheek moment to say the least. Wherein the city had been frozen Silas’ location seemed to be untouched a completely singed circle surrounding his position. It was merely enough to ensure that he himself had not been frozen once things had gotten underway. It was akin to a reishi platform most quincy used to fly through the air. He was floating just above the surface of the ice and much like taking a lighter to snow it burned even only for a moment from the sheer amount of heat that radiated from his position.
He was less than happy with the current situation an entire city frozen at the whim of a jolly fat man with a sack of what was now the souls of the innocent. His temperament was far from facade he put on while looking in such a way. At the very least he knew he wasn’t going to go it alone, his nostrils flared at the arrival of two more, one thick with muscle the other toking on something bound to kill him much quicker than Silas’ own booze. A saving grace? Perhaps, but the three of them were going to have to work together even if they couldn’t see Silas just yet he was well aware of their presence within the storm. They hadn’t done much to hide it at and that was to his benefit. Silas was quick to adjust his attire even if it wasn’t noticeable to the naked eye. His suit seemed a bit thicker as the lining was reminiscent of fur as if wearing a wool coat. While he didn’t look it he was more than prepared to deal with the new conditions as they came into play. The three of them gathering like birds of a feather flocking to the sight of disaster as it presented itself.
It wasn’t the first time and it certainly wasn’t going to be the last. While the bulkier of the pair moved through streets with an aura of determination about him. The other was poised with an itchy trigger finger and a knack for wreaking of a hollows presence. Yet his demeanor likely didn’t dictate the same array of hostility, Silas knew very well what this young man was the moment he exerted his own spiritual energy. Something was running about and if the laughter of a jolly fat man was any indication the three of them were in for a treat the longer they stuck around. They were all poised, eagerly awaiting the arrival of whatever was responsible as well as searching for it via their own means. Silas the ever vigilant hawk, Fredrick a familiar essence about him as a fellow quincy, and Avillio a Fullbringer looking to protect the world of the living just the same as any quincy. A welcomed trio in the face of adversity, to say the least, the only thing that remained was for things to get underway. What followed was the trio effectively lighting the beacons for whatever was to come as even silas joined in on flaring his reiatsu perched atop a building with his bow in hand. An expertly crafted weapon formed from reishi with a golden coil functioning as an arrow rest only to be accompanied by the chaotic dancing of electricity in place of what would traditionally be a bows thread.
Let the show begin

 

[Shinigami]

From Karakura town>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>to Naruki City

Shake rattle and roll as sounds of vibrations are afoot, as the individual came to the city zone of Naruki City. The loud engine that roared through the streets became subtle while Mikoto came to a stop right at the brink of the snowy-icy streets of the frozen city. How did something like this appear from out of nowhere? One could not be too sure, but something was the cause of this phenomenon. Snow appearing and the city covered in ice and snow, who hold this power to perform such a feat? It could not have been a hollow, nor a shinigami. Whatever Mikoto felt it feel like anything that he could place into category. A mystery that shall soon unfolded while kicking his left foot removed the kickstand from the bike to leave it at a resting state.
Peering through those crimson visor, all he saw was non-stop snowflakes, the sound of church bells ringing gracefully in the distance. However, the music was not meant to be charming or lovely. It carried more of a time of sadness, grief. The bell sounds so close to him, but there was not a bell within sight. Surely a church bell could be seen from a very tall monastery tower of sorts. So, where is the ringing coming from exactly? These harsh conditions were not suitable for any humans, so it was safe to travel in as he was with no problem. It was Mikoto's job to enter the city and that he did so by removing himself away from the bike though he sensed someone's spiritual presence being unleashed, though it does not quite come off as threatening.
Nevertheless, a beacon to draw in others to him, even moreso, this spiritual signature was that of a Quincy. It seems that another Quincy has appeared besides Ms. Blume and the ginger fellow from the earlier encounter. So three Quincies, three fullbringers living amongst one another, that is quite interesting except, Ms.Blume does not seem to have arrived here yet. Then again, she may feel unnecessary to arrive. With that, Mikoto took one step forward and vanished from his position with a hint of green light that was left behind briefly for a moment. It disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Mikoto would have performed within the same a few seconds later onto a ledge of a building though his positioning perched on the horizontal surface of the wall. Next to the individual who was releasing a fraction of their spiritual energy. His long coat was blowing off to the side, thanks to the strong winds of the blizzard. It was good that Mikoto, The Masked Avenger was unaffected by the cold weather, mostly because the suit itself had rather thick material. He said not one word to the mysterious individual, yet.
"Anything?"
It was a hint of him questioning the man whether or not he had any information to share about what is happening. If there was something, he learned that needs to be said. Had the male said nothing and choose to ignore him, it would not bother him at all. He would take it upon himself to locate the source and discover what THIS was all about. Sadly the only thing he did notice was a hefty ten-foot-tall Santa, carrying a sack. It already donned on him that it was not a shinigami a long time ago, which was kind of disappointing; it was the primary purpose of coming out here. Slightly releasing some of his energy for precautionary measures, it would come off as weak and keep his real power hidden.

 

[Shinigami]

The massive leather bag expands in size, like the gut of a mighty beast after a hearty meal it expands in size for but a moment. The hefty sack begins to contort in several places, hands and faces appearing as little more than outlines as they pressed and struggled from within against the belly of this figurative beast. It was a struggle that was in vain.
”HoHOHOOOO!!!”
The jolly man exclaimed, patting his gut with a hearty chuckle and laugh most sinister. The winds howled, and the snow and ice whirled about in violent majesty, as if in response to Klaus’s glee. Securing the sack, hoisting it over his broad shoulder Nicolas Klaus leaps into the air atop of the nearest building, landing with a thunderous THUD. The roof cracks beneath the weight of his landing, the fractures racing across the surface of the roof, down the sides of the frozen buildings.
He stares out, with crimson eyes aglow at the splendor of this winter wonderland. Yes, the weather outside was truly frightful, making Nicolas Klaus ever so delightful. There was an eerie silence throughout the city, every building, every street encased in ice that chilled through flesh and bone. A city once bustling with life and vigor, was now silent with fear and loss. Throughout every house it seemed not a single soul dared stir, be they man insect or mouse.
”Ho?”
With his sack full of souls Klaus prepared to set out, stopped by the sudden surge of spiritual energy racing towards the skies. It served as a beacon, a lighthouse within the storm of ice and snow. Nicolas studies its direction, when a second tower of spiritual energy is erected within the storm. Amused, jolly old Nicolaus begins to stroke his beard with one hand, the other clenching firmly to the heavy leather bag. A third quickly followed, and finally a fourth. Four pillars of spiritual energy, screaming out through this conjured hellish winter. There was almost a desperation in their call.
”It seems that my sudden release caused quite the clatter. It’s brought forth these strange souls to come see what is the matter.”
Though curious Nicolas Klaus knew he had no time for such trivialities. He had but one night each year, to gather and feast on souls in hopes of finding some cheer. So he turned on his heel and flew with a flash, his steps propelling him several blocks away from the direction of those glittering lighthouses. Like a cannonball, he tore through the walls of an apartment complex, the souls inside already weakened became that much weaker now in his immediate presence. They collapsed in groups of twos and threes, gazing up at the man clad in crimson, with a beard as white as freshly fallen snow.
Their eyes began to water as despair devoured whatever fleeting ounce of courage, whatever sliver of hope that once remained within them. One little boy opened his small mouth, sobbing, wishing to beg and cry out for help from someone, ANYONE to save him. The whimpering child was silenced by the darkness of Klaus’s massive shadow. The towering bearded man held up a single finger as he bent down before the boy.
”SSSHHHHhhhh”
He hushed the child, who’s eyes were dulling over by the second, his along with the others who occupied that complex. His parents had already collapsed, their consciousness robbed from them, a fate that many others within the building met.
”You better not shout..you better not pout..and you certainly better not cry. All of that is meaningless now...for I, Nicolas Klaus am in town.”
Those were the last words the child would ever hear. With a large toothed grin Klaus opens his leathery sack once again, and like before its opening is accompanied by a mighty deafening gush of wind. The souls of everyone inside the complex, in every apartment in every hall, on every floor is vacuumed into the belly of the sack, their bodies becoming cold and lifeless, robbed of their spirit. While the bag is open their is a cacophony of wailing, moans and cries echoing from the near bottomless bag, silenced only once the bag is tied shut, sealing its contents and all sound inside.
Nicolas Klaus’s harvest was plentiful, it was a momentum he aimed to keep. Hoisting the sack over his shoulders he walks over the lifeless husks of flesh, pausing only once to gaze back at that little boy. Was it regret? Remorse? Had the child’s helplessness sparked something long thought lost within the frigid cold of Nicolas’s heart?
Reaching into his pocket his massive hand, free of his bag rummages about inside. With a hearty HOOoo he pulls out his hand, fingers coiled tautly around the ‘gift’ he had found. His fingers unfurl and laying in his palm, still and cold was what appeared to be...a piece of coal.
Nicolas closes his eyes for no longer than a moment, tossing the piece of coal as he crashes through the wall, back out into the world of ice. As he lands atop the next building over, so too does the coal land atop the body of the small lad.
And then...it ignites.
Like a grenade crimson flames burst forth from the coal, engulfing the body of not only the child, but spreading like a virus from one body to the next, desiccating all that it touched. Floors, walls, and furniture were caught aflame as the complex itself held an eerie glow, faint yet visible within the snow storm.
More lives now lost, with no bodies to return to, more souls trapped and ensnared within Klaus’s massive bag. Those other souls, their spirits brimming with vigor and power, beckoning to him still lingered on the old man’s mind.
At this rate, every soul would find itself added to Nicolas’s collection. Many lives were already lost, and many more would be lost before the day’s end. It seemed that time, would be the only thing to put an end to the terror of jolly old Nicolas Klaus.