#sector oo6

[the-blue-exorcist-blog]

✙ The Depths of Hell. {event}

Despite being blissfully unaware of the scientific works at hand, the demonic exorcist knew one thing for sure: this situation was bad--really, really bad. For starters, the storm didn't seem to calm no matter how long it raged on for. Not once did it waver in intensity nor did it show any signs of lifting, lessening it's overbearing presence on the city. Dark blue hues stared out into the city's streets with a sense of loss, as if preparing for the worse.

Without a doubt, being a citizen within the city for years on in had its advantages. Not to say that the exorcist was 100% immune to the scientists' antics, but he had a better idea of what their limitations were. After all, he had diedonce before due to the supercomputer collapsing over two years ago, and he was privy to the blood lust each enigmatic being seemed to have. They could have damn well been falling into a trap, but...was there really any other option available?

As much as he felt the burning desire to aid in the situation at hand, Okumura couldn't find a way to segue into the matter. Unfortunate, considering he was a more than capable fighter who had obtained his Kurikara blade during the city's first stint... but don't count him out just yet.

A knock resonated loudly from his apartment's front door, leaving a small piece of paper slipped underneath the door. Picking up the mysterious package (hesitantly), the message read:

The path for your prize is rumored to descend into the depths of hell.

Hell... Gehenna? No, that's impossible. Not here at least...unless...? Thoughts filled the rebellious youth's mind, prompting him to take immediate action. Grabbing onto his necessities--his legendary Koumaken blade and his cat sith, Kuro--the wide-eyed exwire ran out into the rain. His antisocial tendencies had completely disappeared as a result as he walked up to random citizens, holding out his message boldly with only a singular question to boot.

"Oi, I ain't tryin' to force nothin' on ya. Honestly, I could give a damn what kinda religious beliefs you've got. I don't even think this message is referrin' to an actual hell. All I wanna know one thing: what do you make outta this message?"

[skin-myself-a-crocodile]

{ ca intel - sector oo6

The first time the information came to the Captain’s hands - actually, hand – he thought it might be a good idea to sell it. As a pirate, he was very used to exchanging rare goods for things he wanted. The problem he encountered with this option was that there was nothing he truly desired in Hive City. Or in his current life at all.

This was how he first crossed the first option out. His second option was doing nothing about it. Why should he, anyway? It’s not like he cared about people on this place, much less the scientists.

Tick tock.

But time was racing and the pirate did not like that storm at all. He might be safe for now, but he heard that other sectors were in a situation quite worse than his and Hook was absolutely certain it would come to Sector 006 eventually. And Captain Hook was not about to waste more than three hundred years of plotting his revenge on a bloody rain.  

“Have you ever heard of ‘cave-diving’?”

That was how he decided to go out in the rain. He figured anyone out was someone willing to help and even though the pirate wouldn’t mind doing everything on his own, he was aware he needed the other pieces of information. Well, it seems he would have to team up once again to get this over with.

“Excuse me… How interested are you on stopping this bloody rain?”