The danger of a wandering mind (open)

Her feet dragged along behind her mind, so caught up in thought that she'd lost all vague sense of direction she had started with. So much had changed around here, she'd been around for so long. So much and yet, so little. The brawlers of Rukongai were constantly replenished, each wave finding a new found dis-satisfaction with the ruling system around them. The bars were constants, the thieves sprinting around the market stalls; children play fighting with sticks and small reiatsu orbs. A smirk teased her lips at the sight; she missed such excitement over power. As it was, the Captain had died more times than she'd care to count; turns out it never did get any easier.

Her vest brushed against her stomach with each step, her arms exposed to the midday sun as she continued her distant trudging. As if the clustered streets were as empty as a war-zone; it often felt like one. Though Kaiyo had a tendency to view most cases as a war-zone. When you die with your strongest opponents, being brought back offers a somewhat dampened existence to fighting for power. Often she wondered about her past battles, her mistakes; particularly the ones she would repeat every day. With such a sense of right and wrong, it was hard not to regret some of her actions, even harder to not regret some of them. Still, she wandered around Rukongai, her uniform and Zanpakuto safely nestled in her office. The week had been long, filled with the drudgery of paperwork and she was feeling more angst than usual to get outside. The majority of her squad were out on missions, it was unusual for one division to win the patrol lottery in Soul Society and the Real World at the same time, but it did happen sometimes. With the new kind of superhumans popping up it wasn't all too add that her squad was called up at 'random'. Kaiyo had been around long enough to not trust random from the central 46.

Still, she was alone, trudging. Her hands flopped at her sides, weighed down with the weight of the worlds. She wasn't all too troubled, just unequivocally bored. It had been this way for some time and she was tired of it. Kaiyo had been feeling this kind of emptiness for a while and had taken a bad habit of looking for trouble. Though it had usually found her anyway, there was some kind of enjoyment found it taking it on first. She rounded the corner, the back alley deals were rife so far down the districts. The sun was high, a light breeze tussled through her blonde hair as her eyes glinted from the unperturbed rays of warmth, washing along her skin. The smell of meat and herbs filled the air, as she noticed a particularly shady bar at the end of the road, she decided she was feeling a little hungry. It of course had nothing to do with the smuggling bandits known to hang out in such a bar, oh no, the Lock-Jaw Inn sounded like a lovely place.