Any one is welcome to join. if we get enough people we will, make death dealers or zero squad captains.
The plot is 10,000 years after The events of Aizen's upheaval, Seireitei is faced with a new enemy unlike anything they have ever seen. Known only as the Death Dealers, the King of Seireitei is upset with what the Gotei 13 has done to the world, and feels they need to be torn apart, and a new order built in it's place. The King of Seireitei sends an elite Squad to oversee the operation. Not much is known about the Death Dealers only, that they are ghosts, and that they are suspected in causing the collapse of many civilizations.
Zanto stood on the hill overlooking Seireitei, the morning was cool, and the sun was just starting to peak over the crest of the horizon. He was in a relaxed position, but the the thought of what was to come was anything but. He reached up, and pulled the scarf around his face down, to feel the wind on his face. He turned to look at the others who were stand behind him. "It's almost time," Zanto said rubbing his chin. "Is everything in place". "Yes master, our agent will accompany the Royal Guard to the meeting this morning. Master are sure this is a good idea? some one may know what he is...," she trailed off slowly. "What is it" Zanto snapped at her, meanwhile rubbing his temples in displease. "Can you really trust the king, how do we know he wont also turn on us once the Gotei 13 has been dealt with." Zanto looked up, he lost all expression on his face. "You dare question me," he said walking towards her. His eyes turned pitch black and she tried to run, but as she turned he was there. He reached his hand out and pressed his finger tips to her forehead.
A dull dark purple light began to emit from his hands as it wrapped around her body. "No please," she pleaded in terror. "You need to learn your place kid," Zanto said black Riatsu leaking from his mouth. "That's enough Zanto," an elderly man sitting on a rock said across the distance. Zanto snapped his hand away, "I'm sorry she was just being arrogant father," Zanto said bowing to him. "Is all going according to plan Zanto," the elderly man inquired. "All is going according to plan father, soon we will have our home back, and we will rebuild anew," Zanto said taking one last long gaze across Seireitei.
The plot is 10,000 years after The events of Aizen's upheaval, Seireitei is faced with a new enemy unlike anything they have ever seen. Known only as the Death Dealers, the King of Seireitei is upset with what the Gotei 13 has done to the world, and feels they need to be torn apart, and a new order built in it's place. The King of Seireitei sends an elite Squad to oversee the operation. Not much is known about the Death Dealers only, that they are ghosts, and that they are suspected in causing the collapse of many civilizations.
Zanto stood on the hill overlooking Seireitei, the morning was cool, and the sun was just starting to peak over the crest of the horizon. He was in a relaxed position, but the the thought of what was to come was anything but. He reached up, and pulled the scarf around his face down, to feel the wind on his face. He turned to look at the others who were stand behind him. "It's almost time," Zanto said rubbing his chin. "Is everything in place". "Yes master, our agent will accompany the Royal Guard to the meeting this morning. Master are sure this is a good idea? some one may know what he is...," she trailed off slowly. "What is it" Zanto snapped at her, meanwhile rubbing his temples in displease. "Can you really trust the king, how do we know he wont also turn on us once the Gotei 13 has been dealt with." Zanto looked up, he lost all expression on his face. "You dare question me," he said walking towards her. His eyes turned pitch black and she tried to run, but as she turned he was there. He reached his hand out and pressed his finger tips to her forehead.
A dull dark purple light began to emit from his hands as it wrapped around her body. "No please," she pleaded in terror. "You need to learn your place kid," Zanto said black Riatsu leaking from his mouth. "That's enough Zanto," an elderly man sitting on a rock said across the distance. Zanto snapped his hand away, "I'm sorry she was just being arrogant father," Zanto said bowing to him. "Is all going according to plan Zanto," the elderly man inquired. "All is going according to plan father, soon we will have our home back, and we will rebuild anew," Zanto said taking one last long gaze across Seireitei.