#pathled

[eruditals-blog]

          he’s  always  overflowing  with  uncanny  fascination  at  the  resilience  of  the  quincies.  like  cockroaches,  he  thinks,  the  way  they’re  stepped  on  countless  times  but  still  manage  to  survive.  he  smiles,  head  tilting  at  the  eloquent  one  (  was  it  haschwalth  ?  ).   “what  is  it  that  you’re  up  to,  now  that  your  master  is  dead  ?”   color  him  curious  /  nosy,  whichever  adjective  is  preferred  -----  he’s  always  sort  of  wondered  what  it  would  be  like  to  wield  a  bow  &  arrow  of  congealed  reiatsu.

@pathled​  //  starter  call.

[kepthands-blog]

‘            hmm ----------- ?            ‘

   GHASTLY WAS HIS tone, from his mouth withdrew claws of a greater being going about their hunt. the woman that he, yoshikage kira, had begun to etch his charismatic essence into had been allowed an excessive amount of steps before him. a subtle, grotesquely violent shake of his right hand was quickly ceased. the graze of shoulders between He & the stranger disrupting a pattern.  ‘            excuse me. you seem to have dropped something.            ‘

     @pathled / sc.

[carnagefated-blog]

@pathled.

every day in yokohama was bound to be strange and this day was no exception. it seemed almost stranger really. it was simply because of the man she was left staring at -- blue eyes watching him unwaveringly to make sure she took in every single detail. with all the recent foreign groups coming in, finding someone who was obviously foreign brought forth a bit of ... agitation to kyouka.

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