Sixth District Streets
Oct 31, 2024 19:29:28 GMT -6
Post by Makino Tori on Oct 31, 2024 19:29:28 GMT -6
This RP has nothing to do with the plot line going on in the Arc in progress. It's just something fun we did for the GREATEST Holiday of the year.
"HAPPY HALLOWEEN FROM BLEACH UNRATED"
“All Hollows’ Eve: The Ghostly Trials”:
The fog in Soul Society’s Sixth District was unusually dense that night, swirling in ghostly wisps under the pale glow of the full moon. Makino, Jiro, Haku, Mitsuo, and Riku, all good friends, met under a broken lantern post that flickered and sparked in defiance of the dampness. They laughed and taunted one another, each more determined to act as if the chilly air didn’t send goosebumps prickling along their arms.
Makino rubbed her arms from a chill, casting a quick, nervous glance behind her. She caught herself and straightened, trying to push away her growing unease. It was All Hollows’ Eve, and their plan was to explore the rumored abandoned barracks deep in the district, a place avoided even by seasoned Soul Reapers. The legends surrounding it were chilling: ghostly figures that moved in the shadows, whispers from the walls, and strange flashes of cold that could penetrate even the strongest of spiritual defenses. But it was just an old story… or so she told herself.
“Are you sure you’re not chickening out, Makino?” Riku grinned, waving a flashlight he’d “borrowed” from a warehouse storage, casting a mocking shadow across his face.
Makino rolled her eyes. “I’d be more worried about you, Riku. Last time we trained, you jumped at your own shadow.”
Jiro chuckled, pulling a small pouch from his belt. “We could settle this now and draw straws to see who leads the way in. I know you all think you’re brave until it’s your turn to go first.” He shook the bag with a grin.
Mitsuo snorted. “Ha, like it matters who goes first. We’re all going in together, aren’t we?” His tone was flippant, but his gaze kept darting to the crumbling walls ahead, where the eerie structure loomed in the fog.
Haku had been uncharacteristically quiet, staring at the building with a strange intensity. “It’s not just old. I’ve heard people say it’s… alive. Like it holds onto things. Spirits, energy…” he trailed off, shivering slightly as the others stared at him.
“Oh, please,” Riku scoffed, though he quickly averted his gaze, pretending to check the batteries in his flashlight.
With a collective breath, they strode toward the building, their footfalls muffled by the thick mist around them. The building was once a training barracks, grand and majestic, but it had long since succumbed to rot and ruin. Ivy strangled the walls, and broken windows gaped like dark eyes watching their approach. Their nerves were palpable, but none dared voice their hesitations.
Moved