Fine, fine, I will post here just for the sake of it. Not that I have anythign to do here anyway. Currently, I'm slacking inside the library, waiting for my lessons to resume for 2 periods, before I get the chance to slack for another 5 periods. My timetable is seriously screwed up on Mondays, I tell you.
Creative writing isn't as easy as you think, you know. I've tried writing a story, and to come up with words that represents the image you have in your head down to every last detail really isn't easy. I have it all planned out, the moves the character would use, what he would say, but to put it all down in words isn't that simple. Here, let me give you a few examples of the posts I have made while role-playing a Shinigami at this forum I visit:
“Curses be!” The sandstorm ignored the low mutter, and continued to whip mercilessly at the three Shinigamis traveling through the desert, bombarding every inch of exposed skin with innumerable tiny particles. “The desert truly is an inhospitable place to be in. Unpredictable, dangerous, it is hostile to all forms of life in the Real World – and it would seem, to us as well.” Soundless thunder shook the ground, and a spider-web of cracks appeared in the sky. A vast multitude of Hollows emerged from the breach in the boundaries of the world. The Earth itself seemed to scream in pain at this desecration of its domain, ghostly lightening flashed, and the world trembled.
“Well now, this could prove interesting.” Lifting both his hands, Mikagami raised himself above the raging sandstorm. Noticing the figure in the air, a majority of the Hollow turned towards the Vice Captain, while the rest floated down to the surface.Throwing back his shimming cloak, he loosened his blade from its sheath, readying it for combat. The first of the Hollows came at him reckless, spittle dripping from its mouth, eager to have a taste of a Shinigami’s soul. A flash of light, the ring of steel, the spray of blood, and it was no more. The Hollows stopped briefly in their tracks, stunned at the sudden decimation of their comrade. “Any other takers?” He threw the question at the Hollows, a smirk dancing on his face. Infuriated by the strangely dressed man’s apparent disregard for them, they surged forward in a wave of fangs, claws, nails, and who knows what else. “I figured as much. And now let the dance…begin.”
Sidestepping the slashing of a scythe, Mikagami swung his blade up, decapitating it promptly, and jumped into the heat of combat. Forward-down slash, straight thrust, side slash– every movement was not wasted, every swing of his blade yielded blood. He stood alone in an increasing mountain of carnage, Hollows falling faster than their bodies can be dissipated into the ether. His robes dyed red, his blade dripping more blood than can be absorbed, the red lines on the length of his sword shone with a light to rival the sun, leaving bright afterimages in the air. He was a whirlwind, a living storm of ferocity and metal that matched the storm that is raging on the surface. Sidestepping, evading, parrying, slashing, slicing, he dealt swift judgment to those who faced him. Just as he dispensed death, so was he death. He was Death.
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Dropping to his kneels, he brought his sword round in a wide arc, disemboweling two Hollows, and, rising up, found himself alone. The Hollows, their numbers reduced by more than a factor of ten, were falling back towards the rift in the world. “Oh no you don’t…I was just getting warmed up.” Drawing his blade along his left hand, Mikagami allowed the sword to soak up his own blood. The red lines, which were just beginning to dull, flared up again. The sword was sheathed, his hand on the hilt.“From the fires were our blades born,to pierce through the darkened night.From the flames they were taken,So shall every enemy they face be broken!Battou-jutsu technique: Hama Genohjin!”Whipping the sword from its sheath, he slashed at the retreating backs of the Hollows. A wave of fire flowed out from the direction of the slash, raging forward and engulfed the Hollows, burning them to dust in an instant. The flames, burning with all the pent up aggression and energy of all the blood the sword has absorbed, torched the rift and wielded it together, sealing the gap between worlds for now.
Sheathing his sword once more, Mikagami allowed himself to float back to the ground. He was breathing hard, and his sword arm burned like fire. “I am seriously out of practice, if killing those Hollows could take so much out of me." Looking around, he noticed that the sandstorm was over, and that Captain Sendo and Riven were missing. He removed the glove from his hand, exposing the skin to the four winds and raised it above his head. Threads of air appeared to flow between the fingers, which were plucking lazily at them. The space around him pulse, and Mikagami clenched his fist. "There they are, at the town. Guess I should be meeting up with the Captain and Riven soon." He said, replacing the glove.Just as he started move towards the Moroccan town, he stopped dead in his tracks. “This feeling…This reisutsu…It can’t be.” Turning around, he saw a solitarily figure standing on a nearby sand dune.
“Impossible…this cannot be! You are dead! He told me so himself!” Mikagami gasped at the black clad figure.“Dead? Ha…I’m afraid that rumors of my death are greatly exsarcerated. But you would want that, won’t you? After all, you have been living pretty comfortably ever since I’ve…disappeared, haven’t you, dear brother?” He hissed, every inch of his face hiding under the cover of his hood.
“What? No, that is not the case! Ever since that day, I have spent every waking moment searching for you. I only stopped when I heard that you were dead. You got to believe me, Sa -”
“Stop!” A ripple of air spread out from him, blowing sand in an ever-increasing circle. Such was the power behind that word that Mikagami stopped talking. “I will be known by that pitiful name no longer. Henceforth, you shall know me as Jin.”
“Very well…Jin. This is not exactly the kind of reunion I had expected. Regardless, I am glad that you are aliv…”
“Lies, lies, and more lies! You would never stop lying, would you? You have always lied to me, even when we were just children. You would always protect me…Ha! You would always be there for me. Where were you? WHERE WERE YOU! When I needed you the most you weren’t there! No, I called and I cried, but you never came. You took everything away from me. No, you betrayed me – you and our stupid clan!” Each word grew in tempo, each one louder and stronger than the last. Mikagami, stunned into silence, could only stand there as every word drove a sword through his heart. “Father, he had always treated you better. Mother, she had always loved you more. Everyone always looked up to you, and I had to scurry for scrapes of their attention. Not that I ever got any. And at the end of it all, you had to rob me of my family.” The sand at his feet started to stir, his robes beginning to flutter in the windless air, providing glimpse of the pale, veined skin beneath.
“No…No…I never intended any of that...” Mikagami sank down to his knees, tears streaming from his bloodied face, creating clear channels on his cheeks.“I wanted to die with them, damn you! I wanted to die fighting at their side as we defended our land! At least that would earn me the recognition I’ve always wanted. At last Father would look at me. At last Mother would take me into her arms. But NO! You had to carry me away from there. You had to rob from me the last chance I have of earning my parent’s love.” The words softened, getting quieter. The sand was positively in frenzy now, and the robe was whipping about so fast that it made a constant buzzing noise. Black streaks of energy was leaping from his body, grounding itself on the sand, melting it to glass. The pressure of his reiatsu till it you could almost see it vibrating the air, though it certainly can be felt. A bird flying through the field promptly closed its wings and died.
“And now draw your swords, Tokia Mikagami, heir to the legendry clan of double bladed assassins. I shall pay you back for everything you have taken from me – and more.” Jin said, throwing back his hood, to reveal a pale face, veins appearing on the taunt skin. His hair was long gone, and two slits for a nose. And he wore a broken mask. A Hollow mask.
And yeah, that's what I've written so far. Its a fanfic based in the world of Bleach, and it follows my character, Mikagami. If you don't watch Bleach, you probably won't be able to understand anything that I've said up there. And how long do you think it took me to type all that? An hour? Ha, it took me at least 4 - thinking, planning, and looking for the proper words to use. Its not easy I tell you. But it is fun...Writing a book would be interesting some time.
Reccess now...Off to munch...Be back later.
