LAST LIGHT | p, Ichigo

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CRYPTICWHISPER is an Angeli Divine, in the form of a 5ft Angeleon - he is of the exceedingly rare 'black Ichor' caste of which only a theorised handful exist [mine].
Currently he resides in Sunhaven as a hearthkeeper. Is considered 'fallen' by his brethren for his renegade status. Aura and abilities are black-purple as is signature to black Ichor caste. Wears silver-black 'black star' armour & wields the Eclipse Sword.

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Mortal planes were always flavoured with their own chaos, he found.

it's often what invited the less desirable creatures to come and cause havoc - once long ago it had been their charge to deal with such occurrences from the trivial to the dangerous, to keep the fragile balance from spiralling too far out of control as their once designation as protectors, but time passes and their own conflicts with their supposed mortal enemy take precedent - or so they say.

the beast howls at him while he dodges away - claws gouging the earth as it's maw splits open - it shrieks at him with a noise that might send mortal souls quaking, but barely phases the divine beast - it's mouth gaping and shooting forwards in a sudden lurch to grasp at him.

there is a flash of silver as he moves upwards highlighted by the moon  that shimmers across his armour and the blade stabs down - through the mask - the beast collapsing in its forwards momentum, the cut off shriek a dying gurgling, twitching before it's still - he pulls the blade from its corpse, flicks it to lance away the vile blood before he sheaths it - the corpse beginning to degrade, melting almost.

its almost refreshing for an easy fight against such beasts, ones who would consume the mortals here if given the chance, body and soul,  - hes become far too adept at eliminating his once allies lately that this is preferred - he tries not to dwell on that too much.

Cryptic eyes the body in its slow disintegration and wonders idly what else will crawl up from the numerous abysses - ut given whom else resides in this refuge, he knows these creatures would have followed - especially where mortals are concerned - though fr what they label them, the reapers had another, hollow? wasn't it.

he grimaces at where the last of it degrades - the moon highlighting his silver frame and almost an imperceptible tinge ine the air where violent aura of purple-black enshrouding multiple wings wavers briefly, a dark angel is an omen to some, here he is a silent watcher again it seems - but then his eyes flicker to the side

"I hope I didn't step on your toes disposing of the beast?" he asks mildly, fully aware most don't take kindly to intrusions on their jobs as it were.

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[glow=purple,2,300]C R Y P T I C W H I S P E R[/glow]

[glow=purple,2,300]ALONE WITH THIS VISION, GO TELL THE WORLD, THAT I'M STILL ALIVE[/glow]

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Ichigo tried his best to keep his 'hobby' under wraps. It was a lot easier said than done as there were a couple faces that he knew that would be out and about late at night. While he was almost awake at every turning of the day. Ichigo knew that there would eventually be someone that was mortal to come across him doing something. It had happened before in the previous years and with so many animals in one group it was almost impossible for anything to be kept a secret unless it didn't happen outside of the territory for that matter. The Shinigami didn't enjoy having to hide what he was, but it was for everyone's safety and that's what mattered the most. He hated lying to those over the years of what he was, hell, before his adopted daughter died, he was able to tell her the truth, because that was at least what she deserved after he disappeared for an entire year and left her as a leader. Everyone deserved a lot of things, and he wished at some point he could have apologized to them before they died. Ichigo knew that there were a couple non-mortal beings that lived in the place like this and he didn't enjoy their presence overall. The wildcat had been in the presence of similar creatures before in the other group, and it always leads to trouble as they either got in his way or got close to revealing what he was to the open public like it was no big deal.

He knew that if an entire clan knew what he was, he was fairly certain that Soul Society would catch wind of it and he would be in some serious trouble. The Shinigami did his best to keep his job a secret, but that only went so far. Ichigo didn't exactly like Cryptic in the least. It was obvious the guy knew that he was something different, and Ichigo knew the same as well. He remembered what the guy had said to him when the corpses from the Ascendants were found on the border. He appreciated the other's slight respect, but it was out in the open for everyone to here. Ichigo was lucky that no one had questioned what Cryptic had said at that moment. Either way, fighting Hollows was common for the Shinigami to do almost every single day. There were times where he could come out of the fight without a scratch, or he could be seriously wounded. No in between. The Hollow that he had been fighting was a decent size, a strange white head that was like the rest. His Clairvoyance allowing him to see the creature in its glory. Ichigo had dodged out of the way of one of its attack, rolling along the ground with Zangetsu in his mind. As soon as he stopped rolling, he stood up and pivoted on his back paws and swung his sword at the limb that had just tried to snatch him.

The Shinigami had watched as the limb fell onto the ground a lifeless lump. From there, the Shinigami turned his head to look at the Hollow again. He had been so preoccupied that he hadn't noticed Cryptic's presence. Ichigo watches as the Hollow lunges at something else and watches as a creature with a familiar soul leaps into the air to impale the Hollow through the mask. Ichigo's jaw slightly slackens on the hilt of the massive blade at the sheer shock of the situation that had just happened. He watched as the blades pierced the Hollow's body and it crumpled to the ground where it dissolved. Cryptic just killed the Hollow. KILLED it. It was obvious in a split second that the Shinigami was extremely pissed. A snarl rips through his jaws as he storms over to the larger creature. "The fuck do you think you're doing?! You just killed it!" Ichigo shouted angrily, his bi-colored eyes narrowingly angrily. He was going to purify it, but this guy had to come and interfere by ripping the soul apart and leaving nothing behind. "Who the hell do you think you are?" The Shinigami demanded from the creature for the first time. He didn't know what the guy was, but if he thought that he could just try and do his job for him, then he had the wrong idea. Soul Society would be pissed if that happened.