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 Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 4:11 pm
A poet is a nightingale,
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
“Oh, but I miss’d ya. So. Much,” Aine shot back without pause, “I can’t just head back ta th’ office now, I’d be oh so lonely.” Smothering sweet verbal honey all over her blatant sarcasm, Aine even blew a kiss at the malignant red growth on her freedom that was rapidly becoming terminal. Meandering around Fefnir, she stayed just out of reach since she was well aware of what that frigid tone meant. Did it mean she’d heed anything the Captain said? No, of course not. She had to have some fun with the man before the opportunity ran out; it was only fair in her mind. Casually stuffing her hands in her nearly non-existent pockets, Aine sat back to watch the group dynamics. She’d had no contact with any of the First Division members…thanks to a certain someone, so observation came first on her list.
Reciprocating Tezuka’s smirk as he began his mission geared spiel, Aine bit her tongue the entire time. She was so used to clear cut directions and information, not the bacon wrapped burger version, not that she had any intention or remotely helping out. Either way, she solidified the Vice Captain’s basic demeanor for later reference. Craning her neck around to the next voice, she watched the rapid play of anxious fear turn to unfounded confidence from the only unseated member in the little group. The way he gripped his sword, the entire bait monologue…Aine wanted to slap the him! Already twisting around to do just that she was cut short by the last little member of the party. His flight path towards the Captain was directly in front of her and it took her a moment to process what had just happened.
Pffft…Mister Feffy-nur. Starting at the rambling lump of a boy now sprawled on the ground, Aine resisted the urge to go poke him with a stick like something weird that’d washed up on the beach. No, her hand came up to cover her face, partially to keep the laughter threatening to bubble up at bay, and partially in a face-palm moment. Probably not out of her better judgment, she scooted closer to Fefnir before asking, “Exactly where’d ya get the noob n’ the retard?” all the while slowly pulling her palm down to her chin. Flicking her eyes back over to Zenny and his speedy recovery, she added in a, “Gomenasai,” while Tezuka set the two straight. At least on out of three was confident and responsible.
Still observant, her green gaze fell back on Axius and his dejected posture. She had doubts that he was excessively new to the Squad, but she still twitched a finger at one of the Jigokuchou fluttering lazily about the open Senkaimon. Soon as the messenger landed on her extended digit Aine imprinted two questions and sent it on it’s way, all of three feet to the red man on her left. What’d ya been do’in to this guy? Whip’in him with the Stick-O-Inadequacy?
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
Who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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Posted: Sat May 08, 2010 9:32 am
Unlike his comrade, Zenny wasn't too affected by the vice captain's words. I mean come on; it was Tezuka~ If he was serious, then it was for there own good. He acknowledged that, plain n' simple. "Yess-ur!" Giggling slightly, the child went to cover his mouth with both hands. His cheeks were scrunched up to an enormously cute height, easily showing that this act was to be an extenuating gesture. He mainly turned his cute, and slightly funny, expression towards Axius. he kinda looked like he needed a friend at the moment; mumbling was a sign of insanity too. Happily, the boy turned and whispered, with his face still contorted into the odd expression. "Chear-Uf!? Yull get yor' chance ta' shine in a litt'el while!" Frivolously, the boy nodded before setting off in another direction. He caught site of the only female in the group, immediately becoming confused as to who the heck she actually was! She had a general presence like everyone else there, but she just stuck out.. It would seem even mister Feffy-nur found her to be an unwanted nuisance.. Zenny couldn't comprehend why as of yet, though. "Maybe she's one of the souls we gotta purify.." Quizzically, the boy's eyes narrowed. His left hand slowly reached over his right shoulder, at the same time his body beginning to contort and shape down into a little ball. In a very chibi-ish fashion, the child began to move about like a rolly-poly, in ball form. He found himself behind the woman within a few seconds, unfurling and then drawing his weapon. From his position, he got a clear view of her butt back and whatnot. Skillfully, he drew the weapon from it's sheath, and held it awkwardly, before attempting to Konso the girl from behind with the hilt of his bite-sized Zanpakuto. He'd aimed for her lower back, knowing full well it didn't really matter where he tried to purify her. Wait?! Maybe that was why Feff-nur, didn't want her around; maybe she was a soul that was already sent to Soul Society that escaped?! No other thoughts flowed into the child's mind after this simplistic idea entered; he was going through with this attempt, no matter what, from this point. "Back to the spirit world you go~!!"
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 11:50 pm
A poet is a nightingale,
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
"That's cold ya know," the defect drawled out, turning her head over her shoulder to gaze lazily at the itty-bitty zanpakutou pressed against her spine. Oddly enough, this wasn't the first time someone had tried to preform Konso on her, no...the fourth actually. Aine was usually all for enthusiasm for completing a task, but Zenny's chibified antics in tandem with is earlier outburst had her wanting to dropkick his a** across the nearby river. Didn't they have a maturity clause at the Academy any more? With her skin twitching under the tingly seal stamped to her skin she set her mouth in a displeased line; and people wondered why she never got along with kids...most of the time.
Why not harm the boy, Kurodori? An-ei's baritone voice bit in her ear, his tone scathing to the point the sound should have singed Zenny's touch from her skin. Considering your mood as of late, an aggressive release of tension would do you wonders...
I'm not going to beat a kid for shits n' giggles! Aine spat back, barking just as vehemently as the spirit had. She'd ignored the more lewd implications in his choice of wording and almost immediately An-ei shrunk back, licking his metaphorical wounds. Unlike the conniving and malicious a*****e you are, I don't think he deserves a whipping... Whereas the dark spirit was whipped to begin with, and he wasn't out of the woods yet with Aine's temper towards him. An-ei!
Returning to reality and the ever present steel on her lower back, the inky shadows at her feet, made even more stark by the glowing nothingness of the Senkaimon, writhed upwards. The thin mass shed as it reached higher, peeling away from the sheathed form of her zanpakutou. Good boy, echoed through her mind, appreciating An-ei's compliance without some snippy remark about the company she kept. Casually setting the long sword atop her right foot, she pivited to face Zenny, knocking the miniture tsuba of his own sword away from her. The movement was calculated, she didn't want to have the bladed edge of his zanpakutou catch him in the face if he didn't keep it stead. "You really need to stop, calm the heck down and think before acting, even in seemingly friendly company..." Tapping the tsuba that rested against her chest, Aine's green eyes relayed the seriousness of what she was saying, while her light smirk said otherwise. "Use your senses kid, don't get in a habit of following up whatever idea suddenly pops into your head, it'll get you killed quicker then you'd imagine. Sure, dumb luck happens now and then, but if I'd been adamant on aggressive retaliation, you might have found yourself cut in half. I'm a Shinigami just like you, take the time to figure out what your dealing with before trying to take it on," free hand rubbing her back where the seal had been with a frown, "or try to use Konso on them."
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Who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 1:33 am
ENEMY,
you may think,_____
but never VILLAIN…__________
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X (( damn my busy schedule! I swear, I'm takin' forever to post... I'm just about to hand wave literally everything in favor of moving things along. v,v;; ))
Fefnir simply raised his hands in a sort of 'I surrender' sort of motion, and allowed the commotion around him to play out. Now sure, he could have dealt with all the behavior with strong words and stronger spiritual pressure, but honestly, the idea of putting that much effort into something that wasn't really hurting anything just would've depressed him, and everybody else along with him. There was no need to get everyone all upset (or in Aine's case, more upset, judging by her reaction to Zenny). And hell, the school of hard knocks was like an advanced placement program for survival. Learning from mistakes was important, and besides; he wouldn't let someone hurt them, no matter how stupid they were acting.
It seemed like Tezuka had done more than his share of things, so Fefnir took the initiative and in a loud voice announced, "Alright! Woman and insecure guy are with me, spazz-o-matic and Tezuka are team two. Tezuka and I give the orders, and we're giving them to keep you safe. You decide to disobey 'em, and it won't be us you have to worry about, it'll be the thing trying to eat you. But hopefully, we won't have to deal with that. Let's get this show on the road. Pick a direction, and we''ll go the other," X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
FOOL,
_____you may think,
__________but never SINNER...
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Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 7:13 am
All the insanity that was occuring around Axius simple made him put his head in his right hand while he shook it. "What did I get my self into with this squad." Tadashi thought that Zenny was kind and extremely funny but his childish antics could get himself killed. Axius also thought that the girl was a total witch and need to be taught some manners, but he decided to keep his mouth shut since he had no idea who she was or how strong she was.
Axius did smile when Zenny tried to perform a Konso on her. "Its too bad he couldn't send her back." Axius couldn't help but snicker as he called to Zenny. "Nice try but it looks like we're stuck with that one Zenny."
Axius quickly broke out of his laughter as his captain spoke. "The insecure one? I hope he isn't referring to me." Axius started to sulk and hung his head. The air around him would just feel dark. He wasn't insecure he just wanted to prove himself to everyone. He didn't want to be useless. "Sir, lead the way." Axius walked quitely to Fefnir's side.
After a few more moments of sulking Axius smacked himself in the face. "Wake up! This isn't you loser!" He was yelling at himself and smacked himself again. "You know your plenty good! Your just going to have to show everyone else just how good you are!" Axius little out burst made him feel more confidant and after smaking himself one more time he calmed down and smiled. "Fefnir. You said I could call you that right? Lets get this mission started Sir." Axius looked embarissed for a seond then smiled again. "Oops sorry Fefnir hahaha."
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 8:15 pm
A poet is a nightingale,
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
Relieved that the 'spazz-o-matic', as Fefnir had put it, wasn't stuck with her for the rest of the night, a little of the building tension in her the muscles of her forehead unclenched. Now she only had a red hot headache and a noob to deal with, not ideal, but she could manage. Flipping back around Aine bowed her head long enough to toss her zanpakutou across her shoulders, tugging at the blood red cord to settle the blade securely. The hand that remained near her neck meandered its way to her nape where lazy fingers fiddled with the inconspicuous choker she always wore. Sure that the black satin encased device was still turned off, she absently pulled her hand forward to bat her bangs from her eyes.
"Yeah, to bad for you," attuned to her immediate surroundings, Aine sent a bright '******** off' smirk Axius's way. She'd heard his tone when he called to Zenny, it had an undertone that was all to unmistakable to her. That light distrust mixed with ignorance and all garnished with the inability to tell what she was thinking, or predict what she'd do next. Still, the general sound of it was 'what a b***h'.
If the insecure one, who happened to be stuck with her for the night, wanted to play, Aine would be happy to oblige. She even considered letting An-ei have some playtime, but quickly rescinded that idea when the spirit became far, far to eager to maim Axius. Still, her opinion of the newbie wasn't getting any better, and she only smiled delightedly to the side when he comically floundered in front of his Captain.
"Hey, Feffy-nur," she called after letting Axius's inexperience stew up some great sarcasm for later use, "if ya have some Gigai for this shindig, I'd suggest get'in them before splitting up." Rolling her head to stare at the red man, "I sorta live in this area, n' the Hollow here are get'in clever about avoiding Shinigami patrols. Best ta let'em think you're Human with a nice little Gigai then scare'n them in ta hiding." Of course, that is unless you can suppress your reiatsu and make it fluctuate like a Human's... She didn't doubt the Captain could do it, and his Vice Captain probably could, Aine had had some...minor experiences where reiatsu detecting and hiding had almost gotten her back to the Living World a couple of days ago. She had to admit by the end of the day it had been fun, but the later disdain and verbal lashing had been quite the deal breaker.
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Who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 6:12 pm
((Yeah, I got no good excuses.))
Tezuka nodded silently to Fefnir as he set about team building, turning back from his more authoritative pose to loosen himself up a little bit. There was no sense in being so tense if they were trying to blend in with the humans at this late hour. Might attract attention from the fuzz. "Alright, Short Stuff. Grab two of those gigais so we can 'gtfo'." He said, looking back at Zenny before shifting back on Fefnir. "I think the best bet would be ta' let you three take the high road and do a perimeter sweep. That way you won't have too many people around if 'Mr. B' shows up on ya' or somethin'." Tezuka's focus was directed off into the distance as he thought about a few things, suddenly shaking his as if coming to a consensus of self before staring back at the others. "Zenny and I'll blend in with the crowd and look around the shops 'n inner alley ways for any signs of our two missin' souls. If you get any updates from Squad 12 on their locations be sure to alert me. You gotchur phone on ya', Cap'n?" He asked as he refiled through his pockets to make sure he had his phone. Wouldn't want to ask just to find our he left his back at the barracks. His brow uncreased as he felt it and pulled it from its place in his left breast pocket; flipping it open and checking the battery he felt satisfied his end was all green.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 2:06 pm
Mere seconds after Tezuka had finished speaking, he would feel the slight tidbit of extra weight, now pressed firmly against his back. His shoulder, sparkling from the drool Zenny had dripped onto him, was suddenly pushed abruptly and in a harmless fashion. Following this attempt at taking away the man's full attention, the boy began speaking. "Me n' you'er gonna be with the people..?! Awesome! I was hopin' to be buddied with you!" Happily, the child hopped down and skipped on his merry way towards the still-open Seikamon gate, veering off of the path so that he may grab at a little box. Excitedly, he pooled it into both hands, resting it atop his open palms before shooting both limbs above his head. A dynamic spotlight from nowhere in particular shone down from the heavens, enamoring the sight of the gleaming child and this.. little odd box. "It's squad 12's handy-dandy-gigai-holder deluxe! Holds up to twelve gigai, or your money ba-.. Oh wait, the label says it explodes if it ever malfunctions~.. Enh, whatever!" After examining the thing closer for a few seconds, Zenny (,without fear,) clicked the little red button at the top of the tiny structure and watched as it's top expanded and shot forth several bodies. Lined up, and on there feet, the gigai all landed upright and proceeded to stand lifelessly while looking ahead; it would seem as though there was one for everyone, except the woman, who'd not been planned on coming in the first place. "GIGAI-DONO-DRILLER!" Dynamically, the child sprang towards his gigai and immediately entered it, melding into the body and causing it to move forward. With a smile, the boy grasped the "Tezuka" gigai by the hand, and led it towards his friend, causing it to fall.. And be dragged on it's face. "I got yours for ya', Tezuka!"
(Damn, I was slow! My bad guys.. Hope I wasn't holdin' the mission back.. Busy week. Uninspired post too.. @-@)
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 9:39 pm
ENEMY,
you may think,_____
but never VILLAIN…__________
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X (( Damned finals! I'm graduating literally less than a week from now, so things are getting hectic. Sorry you guys. ))
Under his breath, Fefnir muttered, "How dysfunctional..."
He had a defect he didn't want to watch and hoped would inadvertently die, he had someone who didn't seem too sure of himself and would have to be kept track of, and most of all, he had to deal with keeping the pair of them on track and out of each other's hair, much less his own. This was going to be one frustrating night, if nothing else.
The defect was right, though; gigai would be the most useful thing for moving undetected through the inevitable crowds the group would encounter. So, quick as a flash and mildly annoyed that he had to fetch his gigai from the shack he'd just holed them up in, Fefnir grabbed the surrogate forms he'd brought for himself and one more for Axius, one in a very small box and the other in a full-sized one. Swiftly, he pulled his own body of choice out of the little one, and revealed...
A seven year old girl's body.
Yep. Being the tactical mind that Fefnir is, he thought ahead about the strangeness of a group of tough looking men in the woods at night and had brought one of his favorite forms to add some diversity to the group. The 'Mizuki' form was just young enough to be cute and pitiable, but just old enough to be commonplace in a location like a mall. And, of course, an adorable little girl with the proper wiles could get damn near anything she pleased. The surrogate had long orange hair that reached to the body's knees with small red clips hold a loose braid in place down the center of it and a hair band of a red and black plaid to hold the style in place. She was clothed in a well-made red dress, solid crimson on the top and that same red and black plaid pattern on the skirt, separated by a band of black velvet on the waist tied into a fairly large bow on her right hip. She was also sporting light red tights, not quite pink, and a pair of plain, shiny black shoes. The empty form's bright green eyes shone vividly even though no one was home, and a tiny chain hung around its neck, like it should have something on it that was removed. In its left hand, it gripped the arm of a threadbare stuffed lion, missing patches of fur and its belly sewn together clumsily with a piece of faded red fabric on the side. As a finishing touch, Fefnir pulled a small ring from his pinkie, seemingly a woman's design set with a ruby, and attached it to the empty necklace of the doll-like gigai. All in all, the form was quite adorable, and convincing of an upper-middle-class background sheltered life. With a minimal amount of effort, Fefnir pushed himself into the tiny form a little more than three feet shorter than him, and with a resounding suction sound disappeared within it, moving each limb in a methodical way to test its control and mobility.
Now, the other two were the ones who needed to fit with him. He'd grabbed a body for Axius that would compliment the small girl's form, but it would be up to Aine to rummage through the remaining gigai to get some clothing that would make her fit the rest of their patrol.
Shortly after entering the body, 'Mizuki' answered Tezuka. "Yes, I've got the cell phone with me," she replied in a voice that would have been soft and decently pretty had there been anything but a cold, businesslike tone to it. "You and I came prepared. It's the rest of these folks that have me worried," The child's brow wrinkled, an expression far too mature for her age, but quickly brushed it off. A few moments with her bright emerald eyes hidden by a hand revealed an entirely different persona, one that fit the shape much more appropriately. The eyes were full of innocence and light, the body language was seemingly naturally high-strung as all children that age are, and even the feelings of the captain's reiatsu had shifted some, making the body feel nigh-human and look the part almost entirely convincingly.
As for the dramatic reveal of Zenny's gigai, well... Fefnir playing the persona of Mizuki was impressed by the trick. The girl's face shown with amazement at the spectacular display, then burst into a fit of giggles when the boy tugged the body out of the line and along on its face. From the young lady's perspective, Zenny seemed nice, and maybe they could play together sometime after this whole trip was done.
But for now, the job had to get done, so she enthusiastically cried, "On to the upper road then!" and gave a great white toothy smile to the compatriots he'd be patrolling with tonight.X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
FOOL,
_____you may think,
__________but never SINNER...
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 6:45 am
Axius saw the child like gigai and was surprised that his captain would pick such an odd form but he figured he had his reason. Looking at the gigai that would be his form it was the form of what looked like a fourteen year old boy.
This for was called 'Kengi'. He had orange hair down to his eyes and was slim and slightly muscular. He had on a white buttom up short sleave shirt that was tucked into his long black pants. It had on black and white running sneakers that were comfortable looking. After a quick look at Fefnir's gigai Axius relized that his gigai looked like it could be her older brother. Axius went to his gigai and pushed hmself into it. Axius clumsly moved around in the gigai trying to get use to the feeling of being a foot shorter.
'Kengi' walked over to 'Mizuki' and took a deep breath to relax. When he spoke it was with an annoyed and superior tone like a big brther would have. "So what now? I hope this doesn't take to long." He ran his hand through his hair as he shifted his hips and his wieght more to one side.
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 4:26 pm
Sleepily, with a little groan, the doll the 1st squad captain held in his sweet little gigai girl's arms began to stir the moment he picked it up. Not fully aware of it's surroundings, and only just waking up, it gave no indication of being sentient for several moments. Only when the little girl gave a shout of joy did the Mod soul really wake.
Robin, the old squad one captain's official mod soul, had been in Fefnir's closet for months now. Tossed aside and useless, at first he tried to escape his variable prison but there was so much crap piled on top of him that he couldn't find his way to the damn door in all the darkness. And the few times he opened the door to let light in, it was always for so brief a moment that Robin couldn't make it in time. And today, while he was napping... All the fates aligned, and out of the pile of dolls Fefnir kept in his closet for god knows what reason, he chose Robin to take with him on this mission.
Blearily the lion doll looked around, at all the open air and freedom. And in a moment of pure joy and realization, he snapped to awareness.
"FREEEEEEEDOM!"
In this moment of near-ecstasy, he leaped from the child captain's grasp to roll around in grass, the leaves and twigs pulling at what little fur the doll still had, but he didn't care, he was finally free. Sweet grass, slightly moist with the evening's dew. The vary sound of the wind the birds, the life of the forest, all of it was beautiful. Robin felt like a starving man just presented with a buffet, even though he never knew the pains of hunger as a mod soul, he imagined the sensation to be the same.
Pure, unbridled, happiness.
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 8:21 pm
((Hey there, Yuki!))
Tezuka closed his phone just in time to watch Zenny let Tezuka's gigai fall, face planting the ground and digging the lower jaw into the earth. His own jaw opened, expressing a feeling of slight disgust at what was now lurking in his body's mouth as Zenny plopped the thing in front of him. "Aww, c'mon, kid!" He sighed, bending down to pick up and brush off the gigai before fishing a finger it its moth to loosen any dirt that had made its way inside. "You coulda at least made sure it didn't get s**t'n its mouth..." Satisfied about his own cleaning methods he eyed the thing before delivering a swift straight jab to its nose, a resounding crack followed by the trickle of fake blood telling him he had successfully broken its nose. He wiped away the red liquid dribbling down its mouth with his sleeve and then reset the break, another crack being heard. At the least the blood would only drip now.
He nodded at his handiwork then stepped inside the gigai, immediately taking a deep breath from his nose before hawking what was left in the gigai's nostrils into the river and wiping his mouth.
His disguise was simple, being the exact same height as he, but younger in appearance and in attire similar to a kid up to no good: jean pants covering high top converse shoes, a light blue T-shirt covered in graffiti writing, and a white sports jacket over that. Coupled with his gauges and jewelry he gave off the air of a punk who recently got his a** handed to him and ran away. It worked. No one in this world would bother him and with his current demeanor no one would be weary of him. Just a defeated teenager sulking amid people who didn't know him and trying to forget.
Tezuka blinked a little bit as he looked around at the modest assortment of gigai, but raised an eyebrow at the captain's. "Alrighty then." was all he really needed to say on the matter. The captain operated how he operated and Tezuka operated how he operated. That was fine, even if a bit weird and silly looking to Tezuka. The diversity would help them out, though, so in the end it wasn't as big of a concern to note why Fef had chosen that particular body in the first place.
Replacing his cellphone into the right pocket of his jeans Tezuka's attention was again focused on his captain, watching idly as the stuffed animal he was holding came to life and squealed in an enamored tone as it escaped the gigai's gripped and went about rolling on the ground. He shook his head and chuckled, not even bothering to ask about that. Like he had said to himself early: the captain did things his way and Tezuka his. The oddities would continue to amount, but there would probably never be a clear explanation as to why it was how it was.
He sighed and craned his head back, eyes straining to see the stars through the light pollution before giving up and staring off at the shopping center. It was still loud and alive even at this time of night, which was both good and bad in its own respects. Too many people would make their job harder, but too little of a population would make the rag-tag group look extremely suspicious, and that was the last thing they needed ******** up on them. What they were being faced with couldn't be taken lightly.
"Alright." He said, pulling the right corner of his mouth into a pinched smirk as he bit the inside of his cheek a little. "I think it's 'bout time to start this s**t. If you're ready, Zenny-boyo, let's move out." He nodded back to Fefnir, not feeling the need to salute or anything even under the circumstances of the mission. "Good hunt'n', Cap." His words were blunt, no hidden emotion behind them. Turning he began walking towards the lit complex, hands slipping nonchalantly into his pockets as he slouched forward and took on a bored gait, shoes scuffing against the ground as he went single file into his role. His levels also began to disappear into the void, slowly and steadily declining from the sealed state of his power to that of a normal human.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 5:04 pm
Zenny let out a chuckle as Tezuka hopped into his scarred gigai. He couldn't help it really! It would seem everyone was wearing an actual disguising gigai because of the previous comments. Zenny, it would seem, was the only one without any interest or concern for needing another physical appearance. The child already appeared to be around the age of thirteen or so, give or take a few inches and a tinge of missing puberty. Contrary to everyone else's desire to blend in through changing appearance, this boy had no problem with just looking like he always did when on Earth. His gigai, as usual, was dressed in a pair of slightly baggy jeans, the waist-line covered by a dark green and white pull-over jacket. His shoes were, like the jacket, white and green with little design to them. Atop his head were dark green over-ear headphones, connected to a small green device looped through the neck-hole and attached to a small media device holder near his lower back. Across his shoulder was a light green bag, the heads of drum sticks protruding from the small openings at the top corners. His unique style portrayed the image of a young musician, or at least a music enthusiast of some sort. He seemed as if he would be the type to later get into a rougher crowd; the perfect little naive "Follower" for a "Scary Punk". "I'm ready! Let's get movin'.." Zenny now gave a half-smile, pulling the jacket's hood onto his head to ruffle his bangs and pat them over his eyes. The boy slowly walked towards Tezuka, his head lowered and his mouth put into a straight expression. Following a bit of fiddling with the device at his hip was the sound of raucous music coming from the headphones concealed within the hood atop his head. His head slowly went up and down in a trance-like fashion, mouth moving lightly to lip-sync inaudible lyrics. Both hands slowly shifted into the front pockets on the hoodie, completing the look. Zenny was, officially, a Human.
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 10:42 pm
A poet is a nightingale,
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
With the reveal of everyone's chosen gigai, and Aine's unusual lack of one, she couldn't help but shutter at just how creepy her little split off group was in their chosen false bodies. Axius's form wasn't the problem, an orange haired kid...woopty-doo, but the Captain's little girl act, that deserved an award for horror film gold. Then again, it really only made Aine squirm since she knew just what kind of demon lurked under the cliched child facade. Now, if only he could spin his head 360 degrees and crab walk backwards down a set of stairs.
Lowering into a squat, the defect balanced on the balls of her feet and set a hand beneath her chin, "It would have been better if you'd both stayed in fairly similar forms to your actual bodies. Me and kids don't exactly mix, and on that note, most of the people here know me by sight...kinda comes with living in the neighborhood." Dropping her accent wasn't a common occurrence, under the circumstances Aine was just a little peeved about having to play dress up. Stretching back up, she trotted away from the rag-tag rabble now at her back to rummage through the same shack Fefnir's gigai had been stored in. Throwing open the doors in haste, Aine's options were limited and a deep frown turned her static smirk downwards.
Returning no more then a minute and a half later, Aine's sparse dress was replaced by a flattering black knee length pencil skirt, the front adorned with a quartet of equally black buttons, accompanied by a deep red blouse. The buttoned front remained completely fastened to her neck while three inch black patent heels adorned her feet. She'd hate to have to fight in the get up, but she'd picked the skirt for it's specific seam lines. Meandering back to the party, her hands busily pulled her long forelocks back over her head and tucked the shorter hair at her nape up into a messy knot and clipped the large gold claw clip she'd found over top. Even without applying the make up she held in one hand, Aine looked like a young, busy and fairly low paided nanny to fit with the two child gigai. If only they didn't look like they both just came from a church function... Again shuttering at the thought of the red man's gigai, Aine flipped open the compact to peer into the minuscule mirror while applying her only disguise for the night. A little touch of darker shades here, highlights there, some eyeliner angled just so and a few swipes of mascara along her lashes and brows had her standing back with the earlier freak-show.
Slapping the compact closed, Aine's typically round and fairly cute face was reshaped with the proper makeup application to have a thinner nose, deeper set cheek bones and narrow eyes. She was still outwardly pretty, but the balance of features were off. Sighing and simply dropping the compact, her head turned sharply towards the shout of 'freedom' to see the little thread bare lion fly from the 'child's' arms to role gleefully about the leaf strewn ground. "And you called me Braveheart..." Directed towards said 'child', Aine smiled with her best false warmth and fell right into her part, "Now deary, go fetch that plushie and we can get on our way to the shopping center." Flapping a hand to indicate movement, she stepped forward and set the other hand on 'Kengi's' head, ruffling the well kept locks, "you wanted to stop for something to eat, right?"
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Who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 5:12 pm
ENEMY,
you may think,_____
but never VILLAIN…__________
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X "Yes, ma'am..." the girl answered, lengthening the syllables so that the message was more along the lines of 'I really don't want to, but I have to'. 'Mizuki' had completely ignored the tiny stuffed animal's cry of freedom as well as his various spastic movements until now, allowing Robin to have his moment, but now that it was time to go, she'd need to restrict the doll. Truth be told, Yuki's old modsoul was only dug out of the wreckage in Fefnir's closet due to Fefnir's lack of one and lack of time and desire to order one, but clearly the guy was thankful for the chance to stop being smothered under piles of clothing. He wouldn't mind shutting up and acting like a doll for a little while so long as he got to see some new sights.
With a light gait, nearly as soundless as the person controlling the form normally was, 'Mizuki' skipped along toward the doll and snatched him up by one arm with the sort of affectionate joy any child would have for their favorite toy, pulling him quickly into a hug. "Robin, you be good, 'kay?" she scolded in a soft voice, imitating a motherly figure but carrying none of the power the words should have conveyed, "I don' wanna hafta chase you down 'cause you got lost. I'll put you in time out if you do!" The tiny girl then gave a soft giggle, gentle and melodic, and trotted over to her 'brother' and 'nanny' before turning to the other two.
They'd fit their part well, and the gigai were convincing. Tezuka and Zenny had slipped into the role of street punk and future street punk, respectively, fairly easily and effectively, and were already heading out when 'Mizuki' had heard the VC's statement to her. "Luck," she stated to no one in particular, bringing her right arm up to be horizontal across her chest, clenched fist over heart in what was the Captain's usual salute. Since the two it was to be aimed at were almost out of earshot by that point, there was no point in doing so other than superstition and ritual, but that was the way Fefnir did things. She then turned back to her own group and announced "We should get going too. Can't let those two beat us to the prize!"X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
FOOL,
_____you may think,
__________but never SINNER...
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