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[____JUST THE BASICS____]
__________ちょうど基本原則
- —— n a m e »
--I can already feel that this interview will be stupid.
--You claimed to slave work for record keeping, right?
--Ignorant b*****d! You should already know that I am Akihiko Saburo!
—— n i c k n a m e s »
--Call me Aki-suffix and I'll kill you scream.
--My name is Akihiko, so use it...at least Aki.
—— g e n d e r »
--See any fat sacks breasts on my chest?
--No? That's what I thought.
—— a g e »
--Now I could be wrong...
--but how is my age any of your business?
--Well if you must know I'm old nineteen, yeah.
—— r a c e »
--Listen well, I'll only explain this once.
--People in the black robes are Shinigami.
--We come collect purify your soul.
--Otherwise you get eaten, understand?
—— b l o o d t y p e »
--I class as AB.
--Check my medical records for the rest.
--Idiot, you did not prepare for this at all.
—— s e x u a l i t y »
--That is hardly relevant.
--...What did you just say to me?
--While it is true that I prefer men,
--I am most certainly not the most fabulous person around!
—— h e r i t a g e »
--I was in the French Revolution.
--So is that a good enough answer you peon idiot?
—— r o l e »
--...Are you joking?
--You know that I am the Lieutenant of the Twelfth Division!
--Get out of my office, you retarded b*****d.
[____REFLECTIONS DON'T LIE____]
________________反射はない
- —— a p p e a r a n c e »
----¤ Standard Pretty Boy Does Not Go Far Enough In Soul Society ¤
Here we have a fine example of an angry French smoker. A man bitter about being short though he stands at 5'9". The being who through a regime of thick smoke clouds and forgotten meals often wonders why he can not gain weight. Akihiko consists almost entirely of long legs packed with power and arms that rarely do more then hold a pen or piece of equipment. The bane of female shinigami and the occasional physical oriented male in that he does not atrophy away in the labs lifestyle. Much less that all those hours in the unnatural lighting does not wear at that natural soft hue tan. Or perhaps the guy is merely sneaking beauty care products into his daily regime. Few would have trouble believing it.
In the rush of strange hair hues, weird eye colors, and the occasional semi-humanoid, Aki is nothing to write home about. Brunettes with brown eyes are a dime a dozen, and he's not trying to best it with weird hair styles. A commonly held belief among most Shinigami who know him is that Akihiko's face is a lie. The smooth rounded cheeks and small nose give off that aura of 'cute', and the casually curved eyes and arced brows only add to it. The mistake of many a newcomer to the Division to approach their Lieutenant casually, falling into the assuming trap and believing him nice. Typically because they saw him from the back. The illusion does not work quite as well when you notice that he is either frowning or appears bored. Or he has that intensely focused look on his face while working, and woe for anyone who disturbs the guy then.
----¤ These Black Robes Were Never In Style ¤
There is only so much you can do with a black shihakushō. It is by no means the easiest bit of clothing to modify either. Especially considering that no one but Captain's are supposed to make extensive modifications. (Something which everyone, unfortunately, does not follow.) Instead Akihiko settled on a sleeveless keikogi for the sake of usability in the labs. Could you imagine trying to deal with sensitive equipment while those huge sleeves are flapping all over the place?
Usually the brunette is seen wearing a scarf as an accessory. There is popular debate amongst those in his division on whether their Lieutenant just gets cold easily or has neck showing issues. This article of clothing is only worn in dark colors, and all short enough to not get in his way. Typically he will also be seen with some sort of wrist guards or bands on, typically black, both adorned with the symbol in white to denote his rank. The fact that he wears something with the Thistle flower on it - symbolic or not - has amused more then a few.
----¤ Ever Notice How All Gigai Seem To Be Stuck In The 60's? ¤
Akihiko is, to say the least, very noticeable when he is hanging around the humans. Being a Lieutenant means that there is rarely a need to leave Soul Society. Being of the Twelfth Division makes it an even more rare occurrence. Perhaps that is the reason why the brunette has absolutely, positively no clue what is in style. Thus, when entering the realm of humans, he will go with the outfits that he knows best. Thanks to that his clothes are typically considered very strange, out of date, and a b*****d mixture of basically every era that man has seen for the past hundred years. Formal enough in looks that it is almost painful, and entirely too expensive for public wear.
He also seems to have an obsession with covering just about every bit of skin. It is rare that he will be seen without some sort of neck adornment be it a choker, boa, or scarf. Both hands are covered in gloves, and you'll never see the arms due to long sleeves. Beyond that the clash is almost too much to explain. Akihiko remembers well his heritage where top hats were a sign of refinement and class, so he wears them. Pinstripe formal dress coats are certainly not a sign of revolutionary refinement though, nor are black Giovanni shades that look to have been actually made in Italy.
—— p e r s o n a l i t y »
----‡ There Is To Be No Horseplay On The Clock ‡
The Lieutenant of the Twelfth is known as a very work oriented, almost obsessive dictator in the office. One could almost say it is his role to keep order in the Squad. Perhaps it is a left over effect of serving in the 'disfunctionally unorganized' (as he calls it) Fourth Squad. Something that he absolutely will not allow into 'his' unit. They are a collective of some of the brightest minds in Soul Society and should act as such. Refusal to act and work as such is the quickest way to get on the bad side of your Lieutenant. Getting on the bad side of your Lieutenant is like asking to be given the worst possible tasks, have your research funds mysteriously cut, and other such mafiasso like demerits. Things you could typically trace back to the same person you angered if work was put into it. But who is going to put an investigation into a Squad that could for all intents and purposes be considered a separate entity from the rest of the thirteen?
This would somewhat call into question how Aki feels about the new Captain. She is undoubtedly a scientific mind counting that she is the Captain of the Twelfth. Yet on the same token the girl is also young and somewhat childish with things. Prone to odd flights of fancy and attempting to placate everyone. Something of an antithesis for the self serving, pessimistic, sometimes downright mean Shinigami that serves as her Lieutenant. One who has taken on something of a self appointed mission to keep her from wiping out the Twelfth Squad, or making them look bad. It is quite the troublesome task that is the source of many headaches on his part.
----‡ When At Play, Never Complain, Silly Mud Stick ‡
Once upon a time Aki was the 'go out and crazy party!' type of person. Now that has mostly faded into a more intellectual field of interests. He likes music, but only the classics, and has little interest in most 'new age' or 'modern' things. Television and movies hold little to no interest to this one. The human world in and of itself is not something that the man has much interest in. It exists and has stuff of interest, but it does nothing but distract his fellow Shinigami from their duties. And by 'their duties', he means keeping things in order so as to not have the disarray bother him.
So...is Akihiko a total social retard? No, not at all. He just has very specific interests piled on a mountain of things he does not like. It is possible to get this one to have fun but it can be somewhat challenging. He'll not go out and get drunk with you. But he might hang out at a cafe and drink fine black coffee. He'll also be glad to sit with you and laugh at people who screw up, like that kid tripping while trying to skate. If you are an extrovert then you will likely be bored to tears, but introverts might find him facinating. At least once they get past the 'I'm-too-busy-for-this-and-hate-everyone' shell. Which is basically impossible to do unless you catch his attention quickly.
----‡ Subordinates and Superiors? Oh Ho Ho, Rank ‡
He worked hard to get where he is today. Position and status were once something, in life, that Aki fought against. Now they are everything to him. He has been exposed to their power and wants more of it. It is important to remember that you will be judged by where you are in life. Someone of lower rank must address him with respect or risk pissing him off. 'I worked for this position and I'll be damned if anyone is going to short change me on it,' is an acceptable general outlook for the Lieutenant. Something that is typically twisted into a sort of joke by how he treats superiors. Respectful, but grudgingly so, as one who feels envy and yet respect all the same.
----‡ How To Get You Some Of That Love ‡
How in the world does he find time to have any dating relations or 'lol-love' feelings if he is so job oriented and busy bodied? Frankly, there is not much time for it. Any sort of emotional attachment or desire for relationship will be pushed aside and not perused. There is a popular idea in the Twelfth that their Lieutenant works by the 'school yard romance' principal. If he likes you then he will not mention it, and will instead just be kind of mean towards you in an attempt to get your attention. Or however that works out.
This does not just apply to romance though. Aki's version of 'friendship' has become rather distorted after all the years. If he likes a person then he will ride them harder to perfection. This can almost seem like hatred at first with his cold commentary and almost obsessive noticing of flaws. Sometimes this 'pushing' can even go to far and just become almost cruel. Yet it is one of the few ways that he knows to express his feelings, and as such is an optimal method for the man.
—— h i s t o r y »
-- | Before This Life Began |
Most Shinigami have forgotten their living roots. It is either too painful to remember, or they have been spirits far too long. The passage of time devouring all the old thoughts. Akihiko though refuses to forget. His past is neither painful nor short lived. The glory of a cause fighter, a nation changer, and the pride of effective work. These are fond memories that would be ridiculous to forget, and thus he does not. Over a hundred year's after he still remembers everything that is to be considered important.
Akihiko, despite his Japanese name, is of French descent. His father was an immigrant who caught a ride on the galleons returning from the Land of the Rising Sun. To start a new life in the City of Lights, Paris was a beautiful dieal, but one utterly dismal in prospect. The country was swept up in a tidal wave of disapproval and the monarchy was shaken to the core. Taxes rose and sickness swept the streets to further encourage the people. Most of those incoming starved to death in the streets as beggers who none could afford to save.
A truly terrible place to bring a child, which was exactly what Kentarou Saburo did. The birth of a child to the lower noblewoman who had saved him. The child of an affair in the seediest of hotels and pubs, where none of society would see. Maria Montclair, her own husband deceased in war, was a woman of questionable character and morals for the time. She did not seek a connection with anyone nor the touch of true love, so much as that of a lover. To have the child of an immigrant would have doomed her.
Akihiko was the child that sparked a blackmail arrangement. This was something that he only realized after his death. In childhood and adolescent this was never a concern. His father never worked a job but they had a steady flow of income, an obvious mystery. One that Akihiko never thought to question in his youth. It simply was, and that was what mattered. To not have a mother was as common as not having a father in those times. She had 'fallen ill with the black lung' was the best explanation typically recieved. Something Akihiko believed well into soul society when he got access to death records.
Childhood of this one was an uninteresting affair that he has mostly forgotten. It was the glory of adolescence that clings yet. Into the hayday of revolution of rebellion was young Saburo thrown. Taking to the streets in rebellion and riot, wielding sword and fire as much as the pen and parchment. A radical revolutionary mover who worked to overthrow a 'twisted monarchy' that he knew little about other then they were evil. He was there as a screaming face in the crowd when they beheaded the King. He was there in the court house when the new leadership was established.
And he was there as the rebellion turned on it's own and true radicals had the 'unfaithful' killed, but not after.
-- | To Start Anew Is The Dream Of Many Lost Souls |
Death really did not do much for Aki. He was betrayed by the very party he spent much of his life aiding. On one hand it is a wonder that he did not become a hollow, and on the other the fact that he made it to Soul Society is impressive. From one ghetto into the next went the boy of mere nineteen at the time of death. A place that he may well have withered away in for eternity. The memories of life were too fresh. Why struggle to do anything when those you work with and aid will turn on you? He had become a being so disenchanted with 'life' (despite being dead!) and struggle that it all seemed to pointless an exercise.
He spent years merely wandering around Soul Society. Not accomplishing anything, and getting by on the lowest of interest. Machinery was such a rarity in Soul Society at the time that mechanics were few. One could make a living merely sustaining the equipment. That may well have been his saving grace in the end. The Shinigami, a group that Akihiko did not really care about, began to have a need as the machinery kept increasing. They put out the call for those interested in the field. Why did this one apply though? He surely did not care about the Shinigami and their mission to save souls, nor was it some kind of nationality to Soul Society. Boredom? Potential Interest? The wish to get eaten by a Hollow? All unknown and potential elements. Also unknown is why they accepted him, desperate much?
-- | Desperate Much Soul Society? Onward to the Academy of Lost Souls and Biggotry! |
For all intents and purposes, Akihiko failed as a Shinigami trainee. He had little motivation for the hard work, and little to no skill at swordsmanship. All the basic training took him forever to advance through. More then once he was put up to be kicked out, but was kept in due to his one saving grace. Technology, the very machines used to run Soul Society, were something that he kind of excelled with. Had there not been a need for his sort the guy would probably still be on the streets and in the ghettos. But no, he was allowed to scrape and crawl his way up the academy ranks. Typically by beating the newest members in sparring matches. Losing, again and again, something that Akihiko was used to by that point. He never put in any effort or care and advanced solely on luck. At least until he finally found something that he actually cared about.
Weirdest thing you could come to care about as a trainee. What kind of idiot gets a school crush on a teacher? At least that is what Aki would tell people now that he is a good hundred years older. Never mind that he did the exact same thing. Supposedly the guy was a third seat from the Fifth Squad. Irrelevant information, important part is that Aki had the hots for this stud. Reason for success? Unfortunately the saddest one ever. But this want for attention did give the boy some kind of motivation. A motivation which, fueled by his rabid desire to excel at things he cared for, turned into an obsession.
And thus an 'in' achieved. Excelling at something is the first sign of doing well in the academy. Granted that Kido - due to a mountain of hard work - was the only thing other then machines that Akihiko did well in. He certainly never did well with that 3rd seat judging by the fact that he can barely remember the guy's name now. Unfortunately that would still not be enough to get him out of the academy and into the thirteen squads. He was terrible at swordsmanship, good at Kido, and capable of high level technical information. This would commonly be considered as 'hitting the brick wall' except for one lucky break. The Fourth squad was in terrible need of new people to fill some lost spots.
Score.
-- | The Pessimist in the Land of Optimist |
Talk about bad squad placement though.
"This guy is one of the academy's best when it comes to Kido! Obviously he must be great for a medic!"
Yeah right, whatever you say random guy who assigns divisions. Akihiko was (and still is) a terrible medic even after the four years of training. There is no 'gentle soothing touch' in his healing work. Oh no, he is more liable to destroy a person's self esteem while healing them. If only due to the fact that people move, bleed, and complain. It is not okay to use a Restrain spell on someone who is thrashing around with a sword in their leg? Nonsense, how else are you to keep them from moving while you apply the splint. What? I did the splint too tight? Nonsense! This way they will not be able to move it and further damage the wound!
Unsurprising that much of his time was spent faking work in the sewers. A task that Akihiko considered completely and utterly below him. Yet there was nothing to do for it. There was no chance of transferring to another squad as no one wanted him. He had yet to even learn how to release his zanpakuto, and thus was a questionable element. One taken in by the Fourth (who take everyone) for Kido ability, and that's all the merit he had going for him. Not even possessing a seated position in the most easy going squad of the thirteen. Where before it would not have bothered him now it did. Now, almost a hundred years after his death, he had a goal to achieve. There was only one thing to do.
Aki started to miss work in the sewers often. All of his time was devoted to one simple task, learning his zanpakuto. It had to be a mysterious and wonderful thing. After-all, it was not in the usual katana form. This typically said something about it's owner. Perhaps it had a super powered ability that would catapult him to the top? He was one of the lowest ranking members of the fourth and constantly in trouble for skipping work when he made the breakthrough. It came totally out of nowhere to surprise his superiors. Most at so low a level in the fourth barely carried their zanpakuto, much less had any idea what it's name or skikai were. Akihiko had discovered both at the same time much to the loss of the Fourths headquarters. Another case of blind luck on his part that he was practicing both manifestation and kido so as to not appear to be wasting time.
Abolishing flames became a fire sweep of purple that caught the division's outer wall on fire. A terrible thing really, several birds went up in flames. As well as a fairly expensive fence. The large chunk of his pay that went into repairs for the next several years was totally worth it. Several weeks of extensive (and exhausting) training later and he knew how his zanpakuto worked. A glorious thing, one most in the 4th were incapable of, and so hello eight seat went the 43rd seat.
-- | Spooky Child Dissection Boy Hey~! |
It was actually the head of the Fourth at that time who put him up for transfer. The guy was still terrible at being a medic, seated or not. Having an eighth seat who was better at slaying hollows was kind of a freakish occurrence within the division. The genius of that Captain is to thank for Aki's growth in the afterlife.
He transfered from a squad where they regularly went into the living world, to one where they basically never did. Akihiko might have been terrible at combat, but that still counted as one of the best the Twelfth had. Not to mention that he knew machinery and had skill at maintaining the Twelfth as they updated to newer computers. Not to mention the capability of acute reiatsu control that was so important in Kido experiments.
It only took a hundred plus years to get his determination to succeed back, to refill him with desire. Though by this point that personality, once filled with nationalism and camaraderie, now orbited a self centered view. No one had helped him climb the ranks of Soul Society, nor had they aided him with slaving in the sewers for so long. Oh no, he had only himself to rely upon and that was all the new found Sixth seat of the Twelfth needed. First to push harder, work faster, get in more results and complete more experiments. To become the Fifth, and then the Fourth. Climbing the ranks by finding out the best feature of the seat above him, and then rushing to become even better at it.
And then he was there! At long last, through a huge amount of hard work and over a millennium Aki was at last the Lieutenant. A man risen to the top through cheating, lies, and putting down those who were above him. One trusted by the Captain if only because he had such a strong desire to succeed, and endless potential long as his determination held out. It seemed a sure thing that he would become the next Captain of the division when this one stepped down.
But then he did step down, and she appeared.
There are many in the 13 Squads who firmly believe that Akihiko hates his new Captain. Kiriyama, Sachiko is a girl younger then him and newer to the Squads. One who seemed to have climbed the ranks in a time far quicker then his. Learning her Shikai and Bankai, capable of scientific advances at a high pace. A total 'from left field' appointment that had all but dashed his hopes of becoming Captain. Does he hate her? Is he envious? All carefully hidden and stored away emotions and thoughts. As things appear Akihiko serves well the new Captain of the Twelfth almost as a Shadow King, keeping the Squad in order while she experiments.
But there will always be those who whisper conspiracies and those that keep eyes open.
—— l i k e s »
° Machines [Facination Really.]
° Science [You Knew It.]
° Fog [Reminds of Paris.]
° Kidou [His Research Focus.]
° Accessories [Never without!]
° Smoking [Also Never Without!]
° Paperwork [Repetition is relaxing!]
° Classical Composers [He's a Relic Musically.]
° Yelling At The Stupid [Stress Relief.]
° 'Unique' People [Rare As They Are.]
—— d i s l i k e s »
× Stupid People [He Considers Most This.]
× Disturbed While Working [Scientist Is In.]
× Fighting [Not His Thing.]
× Drinking [And The Drunks Too!]
× Rukongai ['Filthy Ghetto'.]
× Sweets [Disgusting / Rot Teeth.]
× Children [Disgusting / Rot Brain.]
× Red Tape and Authority [Any Power Over Him.]
× Waiting [Very Impatient.]
× Clutter [Things Must Be In Order.]
[____DON'T UNDERESTIMATE ME!____]
____________私を過少見積りしてはいけない
- —— w e a p o n »
___Akihiko's zanpakutō is known as "Hibikyanagi" ('Calm Echo'.) and is of the kidō-type classification.
--Sealed Appearance ||
In it's sealed form Hibikyanagi takes the form of what most would call a switchblade. This of course would anger Akihiko, as it is actually a Laguiole Knife. The handle itself, when closed, is ten centimeters long from the base to the spring tip and lined with what appears to be silver. It is fairly impossible for most to open the knife as it does not have a catch or spring. Instead the knife slides up and out, as opposed to arcing up, based on it's wielder's thoughts. When expressed the blade is roughly nine centimeters long from base to tip. All in all it is a large, ornamented steak knife that is basically useless for combat in this form. Typically it will be kept strung to his side with a blue cord by the hilt hollow.
--Shikai Appearance ||
Most fall into the idea that Hibikyanagi is a permanently unsealed zanpakuto. A terrible mistake really, as it certainly does manifest further. By the incantation of, "Numb sensation, Hibikyanagi!" it will begin to undergo change. First of all there must be a hand at the tip of the blade and base of the hilt. Then, after speaking, Akihiko will slam his hands together. This could imply that he impales his own hands were it not for the zanpakuto shrinking with his movements. Upon touched palms both hands spread apart to reveal the shikai form of Hibikyanagi. In this form the hilt is five centimeters long and appears to be made of ivory with a sapphire embedded at the base of the hilt. The straight blade itself is around fourteen centimeteres long and around three wide. Along the 'crease' of the blade on both sides Hibikyanagi has multicolored light streaming in opposing directions.
--Manifestation Appearance ||
Depending on how you look at it, Hibikyanagi could be the most boring zanpakuto ever. The 'Calm Echo' has a malleable form that adjusts to fit it's wielder. Not even Akihiko knows the true form of his blade. Instead he only know's it in appearance by the perceived reflection of himself. Hibikyanagi takes on the exact physical form of it's owner when manifested, except for key differences. The colors of the Aki-clone tend to get darker and brighter in a steady pulsating rythme, and are always somewhat hazy. As if a fine mist was obscuring the zanpakuto spirit at all times. They even speak in the exact same voice. It is quite maddening really.
—— a b i l i t i e s »
Kido, Akihiko's absolute favorite subject of study. How unsurprising that he is almost a master of the art. Spells up until the fiftieths he can invoke without incantation for a slightly weaker then normal effect. It is possible for Aki to invoke spells up into the eightieth rank classification with significant strain. Beyond that point he lacks the spiritual energy needed to fuel the kido spells. Thus he would be capable of using binding art 81 Splitting Void, but not Offensive 90 Black Coffin. Additionally, he is not capable of fighting with high level kido for long before exhausting.
Binding Arts
# 1. Restrain (塞) — Locks a target's arms in place behind their back.
# 4. Crawling Rope (這縄) — An energy rope entangles a target's arms.
# 9. Strike (撃) — Engulfs a target in red light, completely paralyzing them.
# 58. Summoning of the Tracking Sparrows (摑趾追雀) — Tracks and locates any spiritual force the user focuses on. To activate it, the user must draw a circle on the ground, cut into four parts with a specific character in each. The incantation animates the circle, causing various numbers to appear within until the specific set is found. The number set seems to be a variation on longitude and latitude.
# 61. Six Rods Prison of Light (六杖光牢) — Summons six thin, but wide, beams of light that slam into a target's midsection, holding them in place. This also appears to immobilise the target's limbs.
# 75. Quintet of 1 kan Iron Pillars (五柱鉄貫) — Summons five incredibly tall and thick pillars to pin a target to the ground.
# 77. Heavenly Rickshaws in Silken Air (天挺空羅) — Transmits messages to anyone within Soul Society. In addition to reciting the spell, the user must draw specific markings on their arms, which are animated by the spell to convey the messages.
# 81. Splitting Void (斷空) — Creates an energy barrier in the form of a rectangular wall.
Offensive Arts
# 1. Thrust (衝) — Pushes the target away from the caster.
# 4. White Lightning (白雷) — Fires a concentrated bolt of lightning from the caster's forefinger.
# 31. Shot of Red Fire (赤火砲) — Fires a ball of red energy at a target.
# 33. Blue Fire, Crash Down (蒼火墜) — Fires a burst of blue spiritual energy at a target in a similar manner to 31, but over a wider area and with more power.
# 54. Abolishing Flames (廃炎) — Fires a blast of purple spiritual energy that will incinerate a target completely when it makes contact.
# 63. Thunder Roar Cannon (雷吼炮) — Fires a massive wave of yellow energy at a target.
# 63. Twin Lotus Blue Fire, Crash Down (双蓮蒼火墜) — Essentially a doubled version of #33, this spell fires two shots of blue fire with greater potency than the single-shot variety.
Flash Stepping is what Akihiko had to master to become the Third Seat of the Twelfth Division. Through a nigh ridiculous amount of exercise on the topic he developed the ability to Shunpo, but he will never be a master of it. His point of exhaustion when using this ability is rather low. As such, Aki tries to make each step an offensive move where he will attempt to bind the enemy or finish them off.
Hibikyanagi's Shikai works as an effect based zanpakuto in that it augments it's wielders abilities. Typically Akihiko will hold it with one hand on the hilt, and the other cupping the blue sapphire adornment. This allows him to activate the weapon's effect in combat. 'Calm Echo' works by storing in itself the incantation to a Kido spell, thus allowing Akihiko to cast it at full power in the midst of combat. While in contact with that blue gem he only needs to speak the number, and the sword will 'echo' the rest of the incantation. As such most of his kido can be cast through the sword nigh instantly as opposed to by his hands, allowing him to somewhat fight. Typically this is used in the form of an offensive blast spell, such as Thunder Roar Cannon, being cast by a slash as opposed to a point of his hand. This is an extremely tiring thing to do as he must fuel both the kido spell and his zanpakuto's ability at the same time.
[____THE PUPPETEER____]
____________人形遺い
- —— p o s t c o l o u r s »
A #6299a7 for spoken word and #e0cd42 for the thoughts.
—— t h e m e s o n g s »
Jigsaw Falling Into Place - Radiohead
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°° T w e l f t h . D i v i s i o n ¤ Lieutenant
'Never forget those from the bottom, take advantage.'
°° T w e l f t h . D i v i s i o n ¤ Lieutenant
'Never forget those from the bottom, take advantage.'
"This is everything you have on them?"
The brunette sounded more annoyed then anything. His subordinate, a girl who looked barely out of her teens, said nothing. Not a peep as the man flipped through the report in his straight backed chair behind the desk. One hand held a cup of coffee (mostly forgotten) and the other a pen to correct errors. The pen was green, but the paper turning that color rapidly every few lines. Words read with a scowl and derisive snort in an almost synchronized timely fashion. Displeasure was so plain that it almost hurt. Then again it was also so expected. Maybe that is why the girl only looked uncomfortable and was not already crumbling.
"This is garbage! Why are you wasting my time?!" Did he really need to angrily slam down the papers so that a few would glide off onto the floor? Did he really need to yell at the poor girl? Did he really need to slam his coffee down and get some on a few pages. No to all of the above, but they all certainly improved his mood vastly. That wsa certainly the only one improved judging by the expression she was giving at the fourty page report. Hand typed, single spaced, almost a thesis on the subject. A thesis claiming that they basically had...
Nothing. Oh how it pissed him off.
"Sir! We have not received new informatio-" She shut up. Not like the Lieutenant was listening to her at that point anyway. Oh no, instead he had his 'thinking' face on. Chin was plopped down into his right palm supported by an elbow on the table. His other hand was busy making the motions of drinking his coffee. It would have been easy for the girl to escape the inquisition in the office if she were quiet. But no, she stayed, if only due to the fact that other's had tried it before. The Twelfth Squad Lieutenant would eventually notice, and excelled at holding a grudge.
A truly tense moment broken by the flashing of a red light on the desk. No sirens, no noise at all in fact. Just a spinning red signal that lit up for no apparent reason but captured the attention of both room occupants. Before she could even turn and leave the Lieutenant was up and gone in a flash step out the open door. Obviously, he would get there way before Squad Member 23.
Akihiko was out of breath on arrival. Not because the survey center was too far away. No, instead it was the series of jumps. It would have been easy to walk, a mere two minute difference maybe, but one he dared not afford. First responders were those who got ahead. Then again, so were the obsessive ones.
"Situation now, is it them?" Was that excitement in his voice? Interest drowned in the storm of activity, reporting in, and people busy at work. All busy taking in information on the real world and the recent activity there. On who had traveled to and from, how many were reported, and other such vital information. Normally had someone spoken and it not been technical or data oriented they would have been shushed, ignored, or totally missed.
Luckily one of the head techies had the sense to toss back a, "Five Arra-No, Six Arrancar have been confirmed in Karakura town! The damage is escalating!" It was followed by another voice from across the room with a, "We have a Shinigami moving to the scene!" There was a great clamor of voices at that one. Even Akihiko seemed more alert as he moved closer to the tech checking that.
"Send out the Hell Butterflies to inform those available above third seat!""
"It's Captain Souma, Lieutenant Saburo!"
'What the hell is the Captain of the Fourth Squad doing there? She is supposed to be healing people, not off getting killed!' Maybe if it were anyone but the Fourth Akihiko might have had some faith. In this case, he was pretty much writing her off already. Not a word of those thoughts escaped his lips though. Instead the brunette settled for a stance behind one of the technicians to stare at the panels over the guy's shoulder. Watching what was going on and coordinating as it were. Basically doing his job.
...
Something so few people did in Soul Society these days.
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Prominent men tell prominent lies
Prominent men kiss the a** of dame fortune
Prominent men will tear out your eyes ♪
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But ii go b y → {Kazu}.
But ii go b y → {Kazu}.
»[ღ] ii'm a {Rabbit}, f e a r. me! °
»[ღ] Soz, but ii'm a {Male}, so don't .t o u c h. °
»[ღ] Once upon a .t ii m e, on {May 8’th}, ii was born! °
»[ღ] One, two, t h r e e, four... ii'm {eighteen} now...! °
»[ღ] Soz, but ii'm a {Male}, so don't .t o u c h. °
»[ღ] Once upon a .t ii m e, on {May 8’th}, ii was born! °
»[ღ] One, two, t h r e e, four... ii'm {eighteen} now...! °
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»[ღ] S t a n d ii n g. at {5’10”} && w e ii g h ii n g. only {137lbs}, hear me . . . hop? °
»[ღ] Look out {boys & girls}, here ii .c o m e! °
»[ღ] ii'm in the {twelfth} g r a d e, iimpressed? °
»[ღ] ii :h e a r t: {shopping, fashion, trains, heights, sweet things, music, and the social scene}! °
»[ღ] Keep {angsty and/or complaining people, brunettes, boring people, bitter things like coffee, arguing, and the Sohma house} .f a r. away! °
»[ღ] Look out {boys & girls}, here ii .c o m e! °
»[ღ] ii'm in the {twelfth} g r a d e, iimpressed? °
»[ღ] ii :h e a r t: {shopping, fashion, trains, heights, sweet things, music, and the social scene}! °
»[ღ] Keep {angsty and/or complaining people, brunettes, boring people, bitter things like coffee, arguing, and the Sohma house} .f a r. away! °
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» Weeeeell..... ::
{ ♦ FroM ThE FronT ~ There are several facets to Kazuma's personality, but one stands out the most at first meeting. The blond is very, very vain and stuck up. Not so much outright rude as prone to ignoring people by the fact that he sees something else as more interesting. It would not be too much so as to call him a snob. He is by far one who spends a million hours dressing each morning, and has to adjust his look at every available mirror. With Kazuma it is all about what is new and fresh. The guy speeds through clothes and novelties only to replace them, and it extends to people as well. Ever the social butterfly who will get bored of one flame and flitter off to orbit another.
♦ lOOKINg cLOSEr ~ So you decided to spend more time around him? You'll be quick to see the rest of his expression. Guy's an open book who wears it all in plain view. Kazuma is extremely emotional and tends to overreact to basically everything. Something bad happened to someone close to him? He'll be depressed for hours. Someone insulted his preformance? Ah, the borderline of tears! Punch him? Oh shi-, it's on now. It somewhat surprises most people how much the blond blatantly sucks at hiding his emotions. Especially considering how his sister is such a well known actor and that his father plays poker professionally. Growing up with a somewhat famous father and an up-and-coming sister in the limelight should have made him better at it, but if anything it just made him less mature. Someone has to have a weak poker face in the group.
♦ ...So he's an utter a*****e? ~ Incorrect! Once you get into his good graces Kazuma is all about heaping on the love. Will do anything for his friends [long as it does not make him work too hard] and is always willing to listen [as long as he was not talking first]. Guy might not be able to help you out with a deep emotional problem, but he'll be there if you need to go shopping to get your mind off of it. That's assuming of course that he takes interest in your problem enough to care. Of course, considering how 'drama filled' his life is, good luck fitting into the schedule.}ღ
» iit's all about mee! <33 ::
{Kazuma's story would be considered odd in any other family, but it is rather streamline for the Sohma line. His father, Tenma Sohma, met his mother, Maria Sinclair, during a 'business trip' to France. It was not so much a business trip as it was a gambling excursion on the families tab. The two met over a roulette wheel, their eyes met, some wine slipped past lips, and the sheets were rumbled a couple hours later. Tenma won the roulette wheel and a good time, Maria 'won' pregnancy, oops. That must be why you can get married in some casinos!
Nine months after that Kazuma's sister Ringo Sohma came into the world. Happy, happy fun time was over now and the couple had to relocate back to Tenma's home. Maria's parents were just not into the stress of grandchildren. The Sohma family though, they were all about the idea of the couple moving back. After-all, children were always such interesting things in this clan. Except that Ringo was a perfectly healthy little girl with no 'freakish occurances'. If anything she was a beautiful, charming, upbeat girl who's parents were pushing very, very hard for her to become a child model.
It was that second child, born four years later, that got the two. Tenma had become a professional gambler ('Poker Sportsman') during that time, Maria had retired from the gambling scene and become a cafe owner. Neither much expected the baby, but they were certainly in for a shock when it came. 'A perfectly healthy baby boy' said the ultrasound, but it had nothing to say for an adorable rabbit being born instead of a baby. That pretty much train wrecked the happy healthy life.
After that 'Mommy' and 'Daddy' argued, all the time. Namely over how he never informed her of any curse. It made sense, as he had no idea about it. Took some of the higher members of the Sohma clan to explain what had happened. It was basically inevitable that they had to do something to stay together and stop ruining their daughter's life. Easy enough decision, so they sent little Kazuma to live with the main family on compound. Not quite abandoning him but getting the boy out of the house so they would not be constantly faced with the curse. They always visited him, sent gifts, and called to talk to him, but those mainly come from his father or sister, and only the occasional call or gift from his mother.
Thats the enviorment he grew up in, and it shows. Kazu really does not have much to do with most of the people on compound. Seperate interests, no martial arts, and a tendency to request some of the most extravagant things. Never mind that he can typically afford the stuff he wants thanks to his parents 'pity trips' (as he calls them). He has every reason for the avoidant tendency on the estate. Many are often highly depressive, angry, or prone to violence (what is with all the martial arts training!?), and if not being antisocial they are banding together in groups. Instead the bunny goes out of his way to avoid any bad clashes, and instead pals around with some of the nicer cursed folk. They did grow up in a similar situation as him after-all.
...When he is not trying to escape off compound and find other stuff to do. }ღ
{ ♦ FroM ThE FronT ~ There are several facets to Kazuma's personality, but one stands out the most at first meeting. The blond is very, very vain and stuck up. Not so much outright rude as prone to ignoring people by the fact that he sees something else as more interesting. It would not be too much so as to call him a snob. He is by far one who spends a million hours dressing each morning, and has to adjust his look at every available mirror. With Kazuma it is all about what is new and fresh. The guy speeds through clothes and novelties only to replace them, and it extends to people as well. Ever the social butterfly who will get bored of one flame and flitter off to orbit another.
♦ lOOKINg cLOSEr ~ So you decided to spend more time around him? You'll be quick to see the rest of his expression. Guy's an open book who wears it all in plain view. Kazuma is extremely emotional and tends to overreact to basically everything. Something bad happened to someone close to him? He'll be depressed for hours. Someone insulted his preformance? Ah, the borderline of tears! Punch him? Oh shi-, it's on now. It somewhat surprises most people how much the blond blatantly sucks at hiding his emotions. Especially considering how his sister is such a well known actor and that his father plays poker professionally. Growing up with a somewhat famous father and an up-and-coming sister in the limelight should have made him better at it, but if anything it just made him less mature. Someone has to have a weak poker face in the group.
♦ ...So he's an utter a*****e? ~ Incorrect! Once you get into his good graces Kazuma is all about heaping on the love. Will do anything for his friends [long as it does not make him work too hard] and is always willing to listen [as long as he was not talking first]. Guy might not be able to help you out with a deep emotional problem, but he'll be there if you need to go shopping to get your mind off of it. That's assuming of course that he takes interest in your problem enough to care. Of course, considering how 'drama filled' his life is, good luck fitting into the schedule.}ღ
» iit's all about mee! <33 ::
{Kazuma's story would be considered odd in any other family, but it is rather streamline for the Sohma line. His father, Tenma Sohma, met his mother, Maria Sinclair, during a 'business trip' to France. It was not so much a business trip as it was a gambling excursion on the families tab. The two met over a roulette wheel, their eyes met, some wine slipped past lips, and the sheets were rumbled a couple hours later. Tenma won the roulette wheel and a good time, Maria 'won' pregnancy, oops. That must be why you can get married in some casinos!
Nine months after that Kazuma's sister Ringo Sohma came into the world. Happy, happy fun time was over now and the couple had to relocate back to Tenma's home. Maria's parents were just not into the stress of grandchildren. The Sohma family though, they were all about the idea of the couple moving back. After-all, children were always such interesting things in this clan. Except that Ringo was a perfectly healthy little girl with no 'freakish occurances'. If anything she was a beautiful, charming, upbeat girl who's parents were pushing very, very hard for her to become a child model.
It was that second child, born four years later, that got the two. Tenma had become a professional gambler ('Poker Sportsman') during that time, Maria had retired from the gambling scene and become a cafe owner. Neither much expected the baby, but they were certainly in for a shock when it came. 'A perfectly healthy baby boy' said the ultrasound, but it had nothing to say for an adorable rabbit being born instead of a baby. That pretty much train wrecked the happy healthy life.
After that 'Mommy' and 'Daddy' argued, all the time. Namely over how he never informed her of any curse. It made sense, as he had no idea about it. Took some of the higher members of the Sohma clan to explain what had happened. It was basically inevitable that they had to do something to stay together and stop ruining their daughter's life. Easy enough decision, so they sent little Kazuma to live with the main family on compound. Not quite abandoning him but getting the boy out of the house so they would not be constantly faced with the curse. They always visited him, sent gifts, and called to talk to him, but those mainly come from his father or sister, and only the occasional call or gift from his mother.
Thats the enviorment he grew up in, and it shows. Kazu really does not have much to do with most of the people on compound. Seperate interests, no martial arts, and a tendency to request some of the most extravagant things. Never mind that he can typically afford the stuff he wants thanks to his parents 'pity trips' (as he calls them). He has every reason for the avoidant tendency on the estate. Many are often highly depressive, angry, or prone to violence (what is with all the martial arts training!?), and if not being antisocial they are banding together in groups. Instead the bunny goes out of his way to avoid any bad clashes, and instead pals around with some of the nicer cursed folk. They did grow up in a similar situation as him after-all.
...When he is not trying to escape off compound and find other stuff to do. }ღ
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»[ღ] Shhhhh, but ii have a .h u g e. crush on {shh! What if they hear}! °
»[ღ] ii .l o v e. how {Party In My Head - Sophie Ellis Bextor} reminds me of .m y s e l f && how {Lighten Up} remiinds me of {relating to the Sohma family} °
»[ღ] Of course, {Ocular Penetration} is the .p u l l e r. of my strings! °
»[ღ] ii .l o v e. how {Party In My Head - Sophie Ellis Bextor} reminds me of .m y s e l f && how {Lighten Up} remiinds me of {relating to the Sohma family} °
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°° J a s d e r o . D e b i t o ¤ Tジャスデ
'Representing the Bonds of Noah and the Earl,
I present to you the Illustrious Twins, Jasdebi!'
°° J a s d e r o . D e b i t o ¤ Tジャスデ
'Representing the Bonds of Noah and the Earl,
I present to you the Illustrious Twins, Jasdebi!'
CRASH! SMASH! CRUNCH!"Hehehe, you suck at this!" was followed by "Not fault! Not fault! Rero bad aim!" Rero tried to say something to defend himself, but it's hard to talk when your 'mouth' is taped over. Or when you are being waved around violently by a blond haired, stitched mouth menace. Even more so one that just tried to use you as a parachute when jumping from the third floor to the first only to accidentally land on one of the tables covered in priceless artifacts collected over ages by Earl-sama. Great fun, really, but Rero apparently knew nothing of losing battles.
"Dummbbassss," Debito rolled the word far more then was needed as he stretched out more. Stretched out atop the table where they ate, boots on. Never mind that Jasdebi had been playing out in the rain a mere fourty minutes before. ", I could glide from the third floor all day! Perfectly! Every single time, hehehe!" Jasdero's head popped out of the rubble just long enough to screech a long, "Reeeeaaaallllllyyyyy?!" With a bounce Debito was on his feet for the dramatic flair. "O' course! I do it all the time, all the time, so easy!" Jasdero's eyes were wide as he dove back into the rubble to dig out Rero and try again. Never mind that they were always together, never mind that Debito had never done it even once in his life.
With one highly overly dramatic front flip Debito was at last seated in a chair. But not just any chair, oh no. He was in the Earl's chair at the head of the table. Both legs were thrown over one side and dangling while his head hung upside down. While his hand lazily spun the revolver, Debito yawned. Fun as it was to watch Jasdero fool, and fun as it was to break all the rules, it did nothing for elevating frustration. Jasdebi failed at beating an exorcists, failed at catching Cross, failed at X and Y, and bam, they were grounded. Blah, blah, blah bored.
Jasdero, in the mean time, had made his way back to the third floor balcony overlooking the room. Not that he had ever left the room to take the stairs. Oh no, the blond Noah had done it the 'quicker' way. Spider climbing up the wall just enough to clutch the balcony before jumping had to be a better plan...right? As he sailed through the air, Rero open and squirming, heading for more valuables.
♪If they mess with us
If we think they might mess with us
If we say they might mess with us
If we think we need a war, we need war♪
If we think they might mess with us
If we say they might mess with us
If we think we need a war, we need war♪
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- "Kazuma-san. Nice work. It looks like you scored the winning goal for your game."
By the time Kazuma turned around he was already prepared to deal with a reporter or a fan. He had a small, kind of uninterested smile going on at first glance. Once he made the great discovery of who it was though, he smiled for real. After-all he had pretty much resigned himself to the idea that no one was coming. Good to know that at least someone on compound payed attention to him. "Err, not really. They just sent the ball in my direction alot. I got lucky most of the time!" Modesty, something that the rabbit was not very good at considering that he was all but electrified with pride at his accomplishments.
Though Kazu just looked kind of confused until the ball between them was explained. "Oh! Well that was cool of them. I'll have to thank the team later!" Which meant during the fall session, school being out and all. The blond shoved the ball into his bag (already packed) as he spoke to Shiro. "Umm, home, yeah I need to go back there. Maybe shopping or something after. Definitely need a shower first." His nose kind of curled up in disgust at the idea of being gross. Especially considering that the same sports tee and shorts were on him. Granted that he had liberally coated himself in deodorizer before and during the game. Thanks to that he was really not that bad at all, but just the thought of being gross...ah.
"What about you? You heading towards the estate? I was planning to take the subway back but it really is not that far of a walk..." Kazuma was thinking, and in thinking he had already started walking towards the estate. His pace was a bit quicker then it should have been, but that's kind of understandable after extreme physical activity. Though it probably seemed like he was in a rush. Certainly not though, if anything he should been going slow in dread of the ever-depressing compound.
He was instead busy puzzling over what he knew about this particular cousin. Kazu typically made a mission of not having too much family interaction. The rare few were bearable, but most were utterly conflicting with his happy (he'd never admit the go-lucky) attitude. He knew Shiro liked Martial Arts? Then again, half of the family loved that particular field. The Rat had come to a sporting event though, so maybe he was interested in that? Haha, maybe he should ask the guy to join the team next time? Not that very many members of the family seemed all that interested in actual team events. 'Carried too much danger of transformation' or something like that was the reasoning.
Kazu, having drifted out into a whole other realm of thought, had reverted to his usual look and position...spaced out.
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Settle down
And take the heat off
You're too busy spinning in your head
You surround me in circles
You're too eager to run further
Losing yourself in the drift
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"General Cross!" Another one, beckoned by the clap of those work boots hitting the floor. Yet another noble minded assistant to the good Mr Rouvelier was passing by. Looking, hunting, searching for something. And by no means was it the shadowy figure who had just slipped into a room and quietly pulled the door shut. A figure who even took the time to clasp a free hand over the burning cigarette tip to hide it. All until the bumbling flunky went by and turned the corner did that door remain tightly closed, save the space for a single eye to poke out and observe. It was all quite mysterious with the darkened room illuminating nothing, but the hall light bringing out the definition of that single eye...and that smirk.
"And yet another moron lost his job."
First came the puff of freed smoke and then came the opened door. Out stepped the man himself, cloak ruffling around him and hat tipped low. He looked just as satisfied as he did after a rough tumble with a bottle of wine and a woman, but for an entirely separate reason. It was becoming something of a game this new found hobby. Rouvelier would send one of his assistants to hunt down the wayward Marshall, and so they would begin. Cross would make himself scarce so as to not be found by the hunter. A small rebellion this to send one of the manager's dogs running back in failure, immature even, but no less entertaining for it's merits. It was by far better (and easier) this game than to attempt a run for it. After his short trip, or as they called it his 'four year abandonment period', the Order was keeping something of a tight leash beckoning on his person. Be damned their newest excuse that it was safe to have him home bound in case of attack.
Ah, he had found what he was looking for at last! When a particularly hurried assistant was attempting a run by, Cross was quick to grab the offered arm. It was enough to bring the brunette man to a jerking stop and papers to go flying everywhere. One would almost think it was exactly as the red head had planned it to be! "Ah! My report was not even stabled! Director Reever is going to be so ma-" Cross was quick to interrupt. Quick grind of his boot into the man's shoe shut that one up right nice. "Nevermind all of that man! Far more important matters are at hand." Someone more accustomed to Marian would have taken that as the excuse to run. Allen would have likely already killed himself to stave off the coming disaster. This man was a fresh one though, he had no clue. "Yes sir general! What is it you need?" The man even saluted, awkwardly, and stood up straighter.
"Have you seen Klaud Nine around? I need to have another chilled glass of wine with her." The man answered "No Sir!" before the question had really registered, and once it did he almost fell over in shock. "Marshall! I really need to go and meet with Mr. Reever if this is not impo-" Another boot on the shoe, this man would have to learn patience. "Have you seen Miss Lotto then?"" The little scientist looked ready to cry, but managed to get out a quick head shake. "Useless bugger. What about that other prime example, the new girl. Lillian or something like that. She had a rather pretty fac, The man was shaking his head again. Cross sighed and let go of the offensive arm that he had degraded himself to holding. "You are quite useless. Were you aware of that?" Another frown on the Marshall's face when his 'conversation partner' gave another silent shake of the head.
"Well you are." Smash. Scream. And Cross was off again at a nice, leisurely pace, leaving behind him a hopping scientist who had not handled that final foot stomp very well at all. Something that the good general Cross had already forgotten all about. His mind was turned to other matters of great importance to the whole. Those being the exquisite quality of women that were somewhere in this building just beyond his current reach. This was truly a shameful thing meant to be rectified.
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- "Praetor Baralai, we have finished setting up the blockade!"
"Good, that should slow them down enough for help to arrive. Have your group aid in the evacuation, and make sure everyone is gone."
Bevelle, the sacred shrine of the Yevonites, was in chaos. Activity was everywhere you looked, and much of it people running while clutching children or belongings. All except the warrior monks, a handful of Al Bhed, and Baralai himself, for these were the ones who actually moved further into the temple. The entrance to the Cloister (and the ex-Vegnagun storage beyond it) had to be blocked off.
It had started easily and risen to a crisis in minutes, this 'invasion'. A group of Priests, on their regular journey to 'pray to the fayth', were attacked in the Cloister. It only took one survivor, half dead and burned almost beyond repair, to warn the New Yeven of what was happening. His group had not even made it to the Fayth, and instead merely managed three of the platforms before they were assaulted. The Machina Guardians, meant to kill off the Pyrefly-drawn fiends, had instead turned their guns upon the priests. The three warrior-monks who had escorted the prayer group were useless against the superior firepower that it took to protect Bevelle's interior secrets.
'Secrets' that were now null and void in the face of an invasion from the inside. In addition to this, Baralai had been slow to react. His thoughts had turned immediately to danger lurking only in the Cloister and Catacombs, and never considered the outer-temple. In the year since the alliance of the three unions, the Machinist Faction and New Yevon had been close. 'Modernizing the temples and providing ease of life to the people.' More and more machines had been introduced into the 'sacred halls of Bevelle', and now Baralai simply had to question if Yeven really was punishing them for heresy. While he had diverted most of the monks to guarding the cloister entrance, he had never considered the real disaster.
Several of those attempting to evacuate were trying to use the machina. 'Carrier' robots, meant to move around heavy materials, turned on their owners and attacked. The robotic guardians at the temple's front had opened fire on the evacuees, and the place fell into despair. It took the fighting prowess of Baralai himself and several of his hand picked warriors to save what lives they had, and once again secured the evacuation route amongst a carnal scene of burning machina and corpses.
And he knew, Baralai knew, that his mistake had cost them the Temple. Even as he joined in with the Al Bhed and Warrior Monks who, in great tension, held their ground behind barriers and gun turrets in the inner sanctum of Bevelle. Even as he gave them what he meant to be a courage boistering speech that not even he believed. Even as an explosion from deeper in rocked the temple and signified that the blockade, meant to slow the machina down, had been laid waste.
The 'enemy' was coming, and he already knew that they had lost. Baralai's hallow laughter was lost in the hail of gunfire, explosives, and raining magic when the first Machina appeared.
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- 'He works so hard and he's so cool and...!' - Shuuhei Hisagi
This is where we define the 'Teacher Crush' - Gin Ichimaru
Rival » He does not like the 'loud, juvenile' students much.
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Kira Izuru
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- Kira Izuru, resident perfect overachiever and zealous personality. Those were both fundamentally out of place characteristics in the great big Karakura High. Maybe one in five students actually cared about academia, and the rest were there for kicks? Izuru though, he was studious with a book often in his hands and that one visible eye roaming all over a page.
It was kind of dangerous to be doing that while cruising the halls though. He'd found that out rather quick right after transferring. You bump into the rough crowd (Grimmjaw), scary crowd (Byakuya), and the traumatic teacher (Kenpachi) once and you learn your lesson. Kira had just so happened to walk right into all three since his transfer. In the words of many of his fellow students he was, "Lucky to still be walking around at all." Hazard of the hobby, he was quickly developing the ability to walk while reading.
Not to mention another somewhat out of place thing about him. Kira was polite to a fault, and said Hello to basically everyone he passed and knew. They were quiet and distracted, but they were things that he felt needed to say. Some people even responded in kind (the rare nice crowd), and that made it feel worth it. Even if many just looked at him like he was crazy then walked a bit faster. Typically though it was easy for Kira to jus blend in the sea of grey uniforms and red ties, and be casually discreet.
"Room 153...or was it 135? No, no, that is the chemistry lab room. That's later in the day." Another thing of note, good memory, but a bad habit of getting distracted by other things. Like how he was trying to read his schedule and a the same time listen very intently to the vice principal tell him about the school. Obviously it had not worked out all that well. Notably so as he wandered he halls in confusion while trying to remember.
