Naruki City, a large city filled with countless people. Countless souls which were completely unaware of the spiritual warfare around them. Few humans were spiritually aware, so few in fact that it was amazing to ever meet a human who could see and interact with spiritual beings- of course, even fewer still which could stand up to these powerful spiritual beings. Still, the city was large and a magnet for hollows and shinigami alike; either protecting our devouring.
It was this town that Anamist was visiting, not as a spiritual being, not as a monster devouring, or as a protector. He was literally a visitor- someone interested in knowing more about the city and its inhabitants. His spiritual energy was repressed and he allowed himself to be seen by the spiritually unaware; Rui was away at the time and Anamist just wanted to pass the time and study these humans of this generation. He was an old arrancar, not just a couple hundred years old... but a little over 4,000 years to be specific.
The setting was a coffee shop, Anamist sat in a booth dressed in his butler attire and sipped from a hot coffee while wearing his silk white gloves. His red eyes reading a newspaper keenly, interested in the current events of the humans; a couple wanted criminals for murder, a house or two for sale... a couple lost animals. He pulled out a small notepad and pen and began to write a checklist- find & kill murderers, find and return lost animals... and well, he wasn't interested in real estate.
It was this town that Anamist was visiting, not as a spiritual being, not as a monster devouring, or as a protector. He was literally a visitor- someone interested in knowing more about the city and its inhabitants. His spiritual energy was repressed and he allowed himself to be seen by the spiritually unaware; Rui was away at the time and Anamist just wanted to pass the time and study these humans of this generation. He was an old arrancar, not just a couple hundred years old... but a little over 4,000 years to be specific.
The setting was a coffee shop, Anamist sat in a booth dressed in his butler attire and sipped from a hot coffee while wearing his silk white gloves. His red eyes reading a newspaper keenly, interested in the current events of the humans; a couple wanted criminals for murder, a house or two for sale... a couple lost animals. He pulled out a small notepad and pen and began to write a checklist- find & kill murderers, find and return lost animals... and well, he wasn't interested in real estate.