The world has changed. Five Hundred years have come and gone and the battles of old have fallen into myth and legend. Now something is stirring beyond the veil, something that has not awoken in a millennia past. The world has changed.....

    Death from Above!!!(Ringan)


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    Death from Above!!!(Ringan)

    Post by Lorelei on Tue Feb 14, 2012 3:59 pm

    Bullets rained down from the sky towards a little hollow, but these were not regular bullets. Oh no, they were made up of a unique blue energy that was solely the specialty of a Quincy. From atop a nearby short building was a woman who just smirked and let the gun disappear from her hand as she let go of her concentration. Lorelei was getting slightly better at this... well quincy thing but now her followers were there watching her and she couldn't shake them off right now.

    They of course ran to her side and started to either lecture her or try to get her to go on home. She just sneered and just started to run out of the building and headed down and away.... maybe she could find someplace to hide.


    Lorelei Smith

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    Ringan Tokeshi

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    Re: Death from Above!!!(Ringan)

    Post by Ringan Tokeshi on Tue Feb 14, 2012 4:16 pm

    Drips and drops hit the cylinder like walkway that lined the underground of the Japan area. It was a futuristic yet dark setting that connected the subway and the bullet train stations together and also had exits to the rural and commercial areas.

    The rainy and moist underground was not much much different than the rainy and moist town that lay above. This was modern day Tokyo. Ringan was now in the Shinjuku area. An area of many merchants, hotels, and other trade shops. The area was popular, but was less popular today due to the rain's depressive side effects.

    Ringan looked around curiosly. A caucasian with a japanese name that held japanese like qualities, but only spoke english, because it was the most widely spoken language to his assigned areas and contacts. Everyone chatted with eachother, as their voices came across his ears for the most part most were unbothered by the war and were continuing with their daily lifes. But prior to the acceptance of Shinigami in the world, everything was in disarray and people were clinging to hope.

    Ringan walked casually as he dropped his eyes to the ground watching his feetsteps as he was cautious to not get close to anyone. To avoid an ambush from another member of The Agency looking to proof themselves with his death. He was a top project, actually he had ranked 3rd in the killings, even though they were all pretty much and self defense and he didn't go hunting for his own like that.

    The "C" project had brought in the most coldest and cruelest criminals from prisons and jails all over the world in exhange for money and bribes. The Agency applied these criminals to these rigorous tests and to experimentation trying to improve these Enigmas. Spiritual Slayers that went through the constant of death and the constant of change.

    Ringan was given time so he returned back to his cruel home. Japan was where he was truely made. He was a tool merely used to kill beautiful and sometimes ugly things. This was something he had learned to accept and cope with. Even though he found the coping diffucult and not to his taste, much less anyones.

    A briefcase full of guns was in his right hand from a previous job. They were mostly untouched, but served as something to kill off a few lesser hollow that had ambushed him. Along with another Project rank Enigma

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