Stature of Rapist [Part 2 The stupid]

It would seem that stupid people do stupid things. Who would have thought no?. Stupid people making stupid assumptions and saying stupid things about being stupid and proving only that they are indeed stupid themelves. If a man were to say hello my name is this and another man to say my name is this and I am better that is arrogance. If a man were to say that I am this and then ask if someone said that someone else had been saying lies and that person were to say stupid things about themselves would not that make them stupid?Kuroden in a fit of anger of the stupid people grabbed his blade and unsheathed it and let it fall loose in his right hand. Of course it would and that would indefinitly begin something that one could not argue was something of a stupid manner of a stupid thing that would stupidly happen. However the thing is what if one party is not stupid and only doing somethign to intice the stupidness out of the stupid of someone else. What if and What then? Acting can be fun when the stupid fools of the stupid people and the stupid people themselves fall for such a stupid act set on as a trap for the stupid people. And it was with these thoughts that Kuroden exited from his shinigami-side powered senkaimon and stepped in through the air and walked into the Sereitei. What a nice day to go beat some stupid out of some stupid people. Or perhaps beat the stupid so far into the stupidness that the stupid responsible was so stupid that the stupid was gone or so prominant that even the stupid thesmelves could stupidly see who was the stupidest. So Kuroden walked along whistling and waving his hands at people like he was stupid when in reality it was all an act as the theory stated. An act to bring the stupid.

The tranquil and amiable ambience manifests; suggesting the necessity of an intervention – a new presence; company. The impression left upon this particular environment by the sudden appearance is of an adequate amount to instil easiness in the one present. The very presence of the new arrival imbues the atmosphere with the captain’s inherent transcendental emanation; admonishing the Vizard in the area of the level-headedness and mystifying persona of his company. Supplementing the spectral aura is that of a whistling sound, a fricative noise implying the employment of the Shunpo technique – an ability that endorsed the Shinigami race with extreme speeds.

Prior to the arrival, the Captain had been taking a nonchalant walk back to the twelfth division head quarters; the division he belonged to. He simply loitered with an endeavour to calculate the dimension of Seireitei. That was indeed, a waste of time – but it’d kept him occupied, and so it did not matter to him. He also used the opportunity to make sure there were no trespassers of imbecile’s defiling the harmony that had established itself within soul society. He fancied the serenity, he enjoyed it. Due to the tranquility, he was not compelled to deal with the daily nuisance and commotion he experienced in times past. He could now take an extended, undisturbed sleep and wake up in time to complete his inventions.

Situated ten meters from the male, the Captain looked intently on the figure before him. Distinguishing the features on the male before him and identifying the reiatsu signature, he could tell who the male was. Why the male was out in Seireitei; taking a casual stroll around, he wasn’t aware of. It posed series of questions in his mind. Perhaps he was out here on a mission of some sort? Possibly here to propose some kind of treat? It did not matter. He was a threat and a vizard. Perhaps he could capture the vizard and embark on further research about the race. Perhaps figure the weakness, which would be a great asset to the shinigamis. How bothersome... The purple-haired male thinks to himself as he watched intently with a keen eye on the Vizard, or perhaps... an arrancar? No. By the looks, he fitted the description of one of the many who’d defected.

The unsheathed weapon in the male’s hand indicated the man wasn’t here on good terms. He wondered why the cluster of seated and unseated officer’s did nothing but go on about with their business. Where they blind or just plain ignorant of the man’s presence? He could not tell; what he could tell thought was that the male was up to no good. Not permitting his thoughts to impinge on his decisions, the captain sought it best to question the man itself. If that did not go as well as planned, he’d simply have to exterminate the intruder – or so he still thought the man was. Clutching firmly, Hikari’s sheath with his right hand, he spoke, the blade lustrous than it had been in its origin appearance; seeming to be concealed by light, that though could simply be the brightness of the sun – prior to his speaking to the Vizard . . .

“Bakudo #1, Sai!” he uttered in a hushed tone in his natural deep, calm voice – at the same interval of his appearance – the first action he’d taken out; an immediate execution and deed it would seem. His finger - the left index to be precise – had been pointed at the man before being swept across in one quick lightning-fast movement; which would lock the man’s arms in place behind his back – possibly forcing the weapon he wielded to be dropped due to the unexpected swift yanking movements of the arms. Of course, due to this being a low-levelled Kido; it would be rather easy to break out of – especially if the man was of the race the captain anticipated him to be of. It was simply precaution.

“What brings you here?”

Instead of stupidly being hit by the stupid technique known as number 1 Sai the stupid first level Kido, the guy who was the original target of said bakudo of the stupid shinigami would be manuevering from the stupidness and manuever to the stupid man who had revealed nothing aside from that he was a stupid nosey shinigami stupidly was manuevered or rather the stupid world around the stupid two of them and ended on a left foot and then right which in irony or in grace would be the new position of the stupid man whom had revealed noseyness in the stupidness of his stupid question that would stupidly and in regards to stupidness go unanswered in perspective with the guy whom had his sword unsheathed as if he actually cared about his stupid life in what he was stupidly doing with this stupidly stupid other. A spasm of the shoulder girdle would be simple should the route be taken which being a stupid idea as all stupidness stupid ideas come from the stupid head of the thinker it may stupidly be chosen or stupidly not. However stupidly in a stupid drunken spin of stupidity the stupid man with whom had used the same general type of stupid technique that the stupid man who asked the stupid question in order to move from the stupid, stupid kido that was meant to bind and known to do so from the stupid memory of the stupid other man whom had done the stupid drunken previously mentioned move stupidly who with a wide stupid grin stupidly flattened out his stupid arm and extended rightward his stupid shoulder girdle while holding his mentioned stupid position and then stupidly put foot over stupid foot and allowed his stupid body and also made his stupid body agree with the movements by keeping all previous stupid positions and while standing so close that a whisper could stupidly be heard by the stupid man who had stupidly talked a second of stupidness ago which a second of stupidness equaled a second since the whole stupid thing was a stupid thing and a second of stupid was something stupid. Words were spoken stupidly yes but the stupid words that could be heard were something stupid like. "In stupid stupidom why is the stupid one dead and the smart one alive. Or are you too stupid for this stupid situation and so in order to escape you chose the wrong path. Made a wrong word. Spoke the wrong thing. Let too much out without letting enough in. Becaue in order to not be stupid you have to let both things out and let things in.".

OOC: I didn't know you wanted to be just like Temp when you gew up ^^. I will be sure to tell him that you are doing your post that way.

As predicted – as he always did – the trespasser had, with no difficulty, evaded the low-rank Kido technique. He’d used the fast movement technique to elude the binding spell. With thousands of years of experience, the captain had easily foreseen this movement and accordingly, reacted briskly. The fast movement had established the fact that the man was not of the Arrancar race, but of the Shinigami ... perhaps, Vizard? It was quite apparent the man wasn’t a Shinigami, but a Vizard. The reiatsu signature was verification of the man’s identity. The captain’s knowledge was also a factor to him finding out about who or what exactly the man was.

Acting in response to the man’s evasion, the figure of the captain of the twelfth division ceased to exist as he too disappeared from his locale; a duo-combination of hoho. Reiatsu was sufficiently used to harden his skin. Gathering from the events that had occurred in just that brief interval; he concluded that the presence of the man in Seiretei wasn’t that of a good cause. The man was obviously here to entertain himself by the blood of slain Shinigami’s – or someone in particular, taking note that no one had been slain as of yet. It did not matter now, since he had his mind set on exterminating this being as quickly as possible – as that was his battle tactic: take down your opponent as quickly as possible.

Situating himself farther from the Vizard, he stood farther away from the vizard’s position; maintaining another ten meter gap between the two. Subsequently to the amending of locale was that of a lightning-fast; literally – movement; the flash of bright light that was an adjunct to the severe twinge; the blood spilling outwards into the air and no doubt, the widening of the eyes. The blade of Hikari had extended towards and pierced through the neck of the man; or at least attempted to, reaching the length of a kilometre in mere three seconds. It would seem the extension of the blade was executed not a second after he changed his locale. Once the connection was made the blade would extend in width, separating the neck from the rest of the body; bringing an end to the male. It would, of course, be a sudden and unforeseen assault, or so the captain thought. If his assault was evaded again, the retraction of the elongated blade would be even quicker – a nano second as he would certainly attempt to defend his being and or elude an assault if a counter attack was to be made against him.

The blood of the Vizard spilled into the air as the scorching and lustrous blade pierced the neck; expanding immediately and severing the man’s neck from the body. The captain of the twelfth division looked onwards as the head plunged towards the ground, swaying in a circle before coming to a full stop. The blade of course had been retracted and now retained its normal length. It was a shame. If only the Vizard had answered his question rather than proceeding towards him with obvious hostile intentions. Death gods simply watched, frozen with perceptible panic. The captain’s foot shifted as he fixated his eyes upon a death god. He spoke, in a deep and commanding tone: “You pick up the corpse and bring it over to the twelfth division headquarters. Don’t lose it,” and with his utterance finished, the low-rank death god would nod his head and proceed to do as instructed. Why wouldn’t he? The captain of the twelfth division was the man, who had instructed him; who knew what he would do to one if they had not did as was instructed? Possibly get experimented on or get transformed into a mutant. But those of course would be false assumptions. Yasuo was not the type to abuse his authority as a captain. Mayuri had indeed given the twelfth division a bad reputation.

“What’s the matter now?” he would query himself mentally as the loud wailing sound bellowed. He recognized it at once and begun to ponder. Soon enough, the atmosphere was clouded with black butterflies; otherwise known as the hell butterflies who proclaimed a forewarning. From the admonition, the captain of the twelfth division came to a conclusion: soul society had been penetrated by two captain class rogues. Perhaps they were partners of the now deceased vizard. They had to be; three rogues of captain class do not just coincidentally arrive in soul society at the same interval. It was possible, a peculiar occurrence. The captain had always thought the rogues worked in concert and had a group of some sort; just like the vizards. Unless of course the three – now two – scoundrels who chose to infiltrate the barricade of soul society were all vizards. It would be a shame if they too were to expire as quickly as their partner – assuming he was their partner – had done. That though would prove to be less of a hassle and be of assistance to the research the captain of the twelfth carried out.

The area had now been vacated as the death gods had proceeded to act out “battle plan A” as the announcement had directed them to do. Now alone with the low-rank officer with the Vizard being carried on his shoulder, he would turn around and head over to the twelfth division head quarters, his Zanpakutou still unsheathed and in its upgraded form. It was simply for caution. Who knew if there were more intruders? Perhaps, he would encounter one on his way back to the division head quarters. The low-rank officer followed the captain, unsteady as a cause of the eerie inherent aura of the captain.

[Hit called. Exit.]