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[[OoC: This IS an open thread, however, it is first come first serve! Meaning, once someone has posted, it officially becomes a one x one. I have tried the opened idea and guide a thread, and it normally gets de-railed so I'ma try a one x one with this n_n
Oh, this is also a bit of a side-story. Ichigo all those fun people exist and that stuff happened, but mostly this is going in a different direction. Also, whoever signs on, please, sign on for the long run. This is a hobby for me so please be patient.]]
Tomoko sat in a high tree looking over the populated area of Rukongai. Her pale features vexed with looks as she glared down at a large building. It towered over most of the other fixtures in this part of the upper Rukongai. Inside, the Senkin family leisurely went about their day of tarot card reading and guiding souls to different parts of the military as was per agreement with the Seireitei. They would be left alone as long as they helped guide the new spirits coming into the soul society.
As most would guess Souls were very lost up until they found someone to show them the ropes, and the places they can go to be safe. While most had to fight to the point of the Senkin house, once there they were often pointed to a lifestyle of higher beings whether it be in money or power. They were said to have even guided some of the great captain to their seats, though most thought it hogwash as Tomoko did. She had been born into the family she abandoned the name Senkin after her Grandfather had turned his back on her and banished her memories of that home. So she stuck with the name she had lived by for years.
Her hand lifted to the three markings under her eye and she traced it smoothly with soft fingers. Those who knew of the Senkin family knew the mark well. The high seers, believed to be the cord communicating with the Spirit King himself, were blessed with the mark of the Senkin. The would receive visions of the future, the past, and even the present to decipher their meaning and warn the Soul Society. It was a rather cruel job, if you asked Tomoko, playing god to those who couldn't believe in the king. Then again, she had never experienced those visions her family spoke highly of. Her markings were black where as the lineage before her had been purple. She tched at the thought.
Tomoko ran her hands over her face and through her hair pushing her head back so she was looking up at the sky through the trees. Her grandfather had done many things to her, but she wondered what she would have brought to the name Senkin had she grown up as one of them. Her grandfather was sure to cast her out to avoid such dishonor so he had to have believed something was going to happen. She shook her head of the thoughts. She had been over it countless of times in her head, but thinking about it only caused anger for her. She supposed she would never know, and if the vision would come true, she would find out.
Jumping from the branch she sat on she landed on her geta's that gave no sound to the soft ground. Spring was slowly coming although the weather still leaned towards winter. It was hardly cold but it still held a crisp taste to it that burned the inside of her nose. When she landed she rotated both of her feet to get rid of the lingering pain from the fall as she peered at the house once more. A place she never belonged, but would fit in so well. She drew her lower lip between her teeth before turning herself around and beginning to walk away. Today had been the day when she was going to return to the house, and ask them what they had seen that day to cast her out. This was the fourth time she managed to talk herself out of it.
So she began her journey back to the Seireitei where she lived. Her head was hanging down as she watched her steps ahead of her. Baby blue eyes filled with wonder, change and curiosity. The sleeve of her garb falling down ever so slightly off her shoulder although she paid no mind to it, she was hiding her riatsu the best she could as to not make the fellow souls around her uncomfortable. That, and it wasn't in her best interest to be spotted. Very few people knew of the Senkin secret. If she was sneaking around their house, she didn't really want to answer any questions. Out of loyalty, however, any officer ranking higher than herself she would have to answer honestly. Anyone else, out of respect, she would have to lie. And if it was one thing Tomoko hated being it was a liar. She always did her best to hold up honor for herself, as she had been cut of honor so long ago.
Oh, this is also a bit of a side-story. Ichigo all those fun people exist and that stuff happened, but mostly this is going in a different direction. Also, whoever signs on, please, sign on for the long run. This is a hobby for me so please be patient.]]
Tomoko sat in a high tree looking over the populated area of Rukongai. Her pale features vexed with looks as she glared down at a large building. It towered over most of the other fixtures in this part of the upper Rukongai. Inside, the Senkin family leisurely went about their day of tarot card reading and guiding souls to different parts of the military as was per agreement with the Seireitei. They would be left alone as long as they helped guide the new spirits coming into the soul society.
As most would guess Souls were very lost up until they found someone to show them the ropes, and the places they can go to be safe. While most had to fight to the point of the Senkin house, once there they were often pointed to a lifestyle of higher beings whether it be in money or power. They were said to have even guided some of the great captain to their seats, though most thought it hogwash as Tomoko did. She had been born into the family she abandoned the name Senkin after her Grandfather had turned his back on her and banished her memories of that home. So she stuck with the name she had lived by for years.
Her hand lifted to the three markings under her eye and she traced it smoothly with soft fingers. Those who knew of the Senkin family knew the mark well. The high seers, believed to be the cord communicating with the Spirit King himself, were blessed with the mark of the Senkin. The would receive visions of the future, the past, and even the present to decipher their meaning and warn the Soul Society. It was a rather cruel job, if you asked Tomoko, playing god to those who couldn't believe in the king. Then again, she had never experienced those visions her family spoke highly of. Her markings were black where as the lineage before her had been purple. She tched at the thought.
Tomoko ran her hands over her face and through her hair pushing her head back so she was looking up at the sky through the trees. Her grandfather had done many things to her, but she wondered what she would have brought to the name Senkin had she grown up as one of them. Her grandfather was sure to cast her out to avoid such dishonor so he had to have believed something was going to happen. She shook her head of the thoughts. She had been over it countless of times in her head, but thinking about it only caused anger for her. She supposed she would never know, and if the vision would come true, she would find out.
Jumping from the branch she sat on she landed on her geta's that gave no sound to the soft ground. Spring was slowly coming although the weather still leaned towards winter. It was hardly cold but it still held a crisp taste to it that burned the inside of her nose. When she landed she rotated both of her feet to get rid of the lingering pain from the fall as she peered at the house once more. A place she never belonged, but would fit in so well. She drew her lower lip between her teeth before turning herself around and beginning to walk away. Today had been the day when she was going to return to the house, and ask them what they had seen that day to cast her out. This was the fourth time she managed to talk herself out of it.
So she began her journey back to the Seireitei where she lived. Her head was hanging down as she watched her steps ahead of her. Baby blue eyes filled with wonder, change and curiosity. The sleeve of her garb falling down ever so slightly off her shoulder although she paid no mind to it, she was hiding her riatsu the best she could as to not make the fellow souls around her uncomfortable. That, and it wasn't in her best interest to be spotted. Very few people knew of the Senkin secret. If she was sneaking around their house, she didn't really want to answer any questions. Out of loyalty, however, any officer ranking higher than herself she would have to answer honestly. Anyone else, out of respect, she would have to lie. And if it was one thing Tomoko hated being it was a liar. She always did her best to hold up honor for herself, as she had been cut of honor so long ago.