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 Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 8:31 pm
At the word ‘welcome’ Touoku turned his attention to the woman greeting him. He chuckled, finding himself able to relax after the mentioning of the skull-smashing-ice-breaker. He initially noticed her hair was a very unique blend of bright blue highlights and a chestnut like base. Also, her reiatsu was, without a doubt, captain level, a far more experience one than a brand new captain such as himself was. She continued to introduce herself and made a comment against the act of getting blood on the carpeting. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Amie, I’m Touoku Matsumori, 8th squad’s newly appointed captain.” He was grinning as he spoke. Three things so far were going good, He now knew one other captain in these squads, this captain was anything but boring from what he saw, and he might have a chance to try some of the special looking drinks contained in the various bottles behind the bar.
Her attention was quickly drawn to another person who had just come in and approached her. He silently half listened to the conversations going on around him. There was mentioning of squad transferring that he picked up on. The topic was not one favored by the captain since it showed lack of devotion to the squad, or lack of self knowledge on where to make the best use of one’s skills. Luckily, the man who had been speaking with Amie when Touoku had first entered the party room silenced the annoying subject. Then that man proceeded to order a drink that sounded foreign to the captain. “Stim Pack... I wonder if it tastes good?” He thought aloud in a quiet voice as he stared at the set of three of those Stim Packs on the bar. The look of a perplexed observer that was plastered to his head clearly stated the obvious, Touoku had never once encountered alcoholic drinks in his life before today.
His assumption that this drink was special was affirmed when yet another high level reiatsu person entered the area. Since it just so happened that the current holder of the three drinks had his back to the door, this new arrival sat down and swiped one of them. He now also noticed that this new person was without shoes. “Strange, perhaps it is to make a fashion statement?” Touoku thought as he observed the two and their Stim Packs.The ever growing confusion on alcohol becoming more obvious on his face by the second.
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 11:05 am
People were staring and interrupting his conversation. Though some merely turned an ear, the overwhelming amount of attention focused on him was increasingly irritating, and with all of the upper brass here to do it too. Obviously they were to narrow minded to provide an ounce of sympathy for the situation he had been in in squad thirteen, but they did not becoming captains by being ignored and even this negative attention was still getting him noticed. So let them judge now and let them stare, Hiroko could care less about their opinions based on the stereotypical shinigami, but Hiro was not a stereotypical shinigami, and his loyalty lay with the sereitei as a whole, not any single squad. It may be true that he had developed an emotional attachment to squad thirteen, but he had been going nowhere fast and even when he outshined the brighter members he received nothing. Psychology has already proven that a creature whom does work without reward slowly degrades in its efficiency, especially if you had previously given it a reward then suddenly stopped.
It mattered not, he was in a room of alcoholics and he himself did not drink. Drinking required him to remove his mask, and that meant that these drunken fools would only have another thing to harass him about, so he took a few steps back to the new Captain of his former squad and said, "I think I will be leaving now. Forgive me for such a short visit, but I feel uncomfortable being around so much alcohol when I don't drink myself. That and ... well I'm not to good at the social aspect of things yet and it seems as if I have already managed to earn the hatred of most of your guest, so I shall remove myself to keep the party atmosphere going. I should be training anyways." He gave another bow and said, "It was a pleasure meeting you Captain Kamishiro. I hope squad thirteen begins to thrive again under your leadership." He took a step back and did an about face before walking straight to the door he had entered through and leaving. All done very calmly, but within his head burned a powerful argument. It was time to place himself back amongst the intelligent, who unlike these every so welcoming captains, did not treat him like a piece of canine fecal matter on the soles of their shoes. As he walked though a tear did make its way down his face, making the path for many more, because despite his anger it was like mental torture to feel so unwanted by so many people.
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 7:28 pm
For the past ten minutes, Takezo had ignored everyone else. He was in a zone, not a Twilight Zone because it had the word 'twilight' in it and Takezo disapproves of the usage. He came out of this nirvana just as Hiroko moped his way out of the party, claiming he didn't like the negative attention. "Pff- just an hero already!" Takezo didn't have the slightest sympathy for the little emo, he himself had some of the worst rep around and he didn't spend his time blogging for sympathy with a terabyte sized wall of text. "Hmph. Emo kid is emo." Turning his attention to the red-themed fellow making a grand entrance, obvious exaggeration, Takezo promptly took out a fresh cigarette and rested it between his and and waxen lips. Not much else they were good for but smoking and trolling. Unfortunately, the fact that he had not flame stuck him once again, seeing this as a major threat to his well-being, he would have to improvise. Sliding the glasses on his face, and pressing the arc of the frame with the index and middle finger of his cigarette hand, the locked into place, and Takezo into action.
Being minimally subtle, and quick Takezo broke off a leg from a table of the bar, and taking it back up to the counter, all too obvious. Slamming it into the counter straight up, he put a flat hand on each side of the makeshift-already-a-stick-but-fancy stick and began to rub it back and forth vigorously on what he assumed, but never checked to be a wooden bar. His spirit was at it's maximum as a droplet of sweat, determination and anxiety wepped from his temporal, thin trails of smoke began to rise and dance upward. Though unsure of what was beginning to char wasn't sure, all Takezo knew was that he had gone fifteen minutes without a drag, and a maiden in a white slip-on, was begging to be lit. With rising agitation Takezo twisted faster, and shouted "For great justice!" as the signals gained weight.
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 1:45 pm
Kusari stepped in after Hiroko ran past, making it a point to shoulder check the crying shinigami running out of the party. "p***y." Though it made him wonder exactly what kind of party he was going in to. He recognized a single riatsu signature from within the building that overpowered the rest and assured Kusari that it was where he wanted to be, because where ever Captain Fefnir Shihouin went, chaos was sure to follow, and chaos was always fun. As Kusari approached the building the riatsu buildup was becoming very dense. While Captain Shihouin's was overpowering a lot of the others, there were certainly other captains in the room. It wasn't like they were purposely exerting it though, it was just the natural flow of excess energy leaving the body. He entered through the doorway and looked at the colorful room. Until he read the sign he had no idea what the gathering was for, but after he read it he became even more confused.
Of all the people here he picked out only three that he immediately recognized from their local fame around soul society, Zaine, formerly of squad ten and current Vice Captain of Squad nine, Captain Shihouin, and his Vice Captain Tezuka, who was wearing a captains coat . . . Kusari thought for a moment a determined that it must be his party seeing as it was the only thing he recognized as being out of place, but that wasn't really why Kusari was here. What had drawn him were two magical words that made him drool. "Free Drinks." His face was smitten with the idea. The evidence that there was a God, the joyous bounty of a lone moocher, and an alcoholics wet dream. Kusari stayed to the outside of the room and slid into the bar next to Captain Shihouin.
His voice came out rather smooth and unexpectedly as he said, "Isn't it funny that every time I see you it involves a bar full of men and massive quantities of booze?" He looked back, "Though it appears this time we have women amongst us Captain Shihouin, and she is a vixen." He was beaming at the fact that his second favorite captain was yet again indulging in the drink with him, unfortunately his own captain had yet to arrive. "Its sorta odd that you'd have Tezu- I mean Captain . .. ... Ummmm .... s**t, I don't think I ever learned his last name yet." His face turned a little red in frustration and embarrassment before adding in, "Its not like Captain Mockadash uses this place anyways, always being gone and such." Kusari had yet to receive word on the new captains as he had been in the realm of the living for a long while.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 6:12 pm
OoO://[Sorry, huge post is huge. x.x; When I don't post it piles up. I like to respond to everyone, somewhat fairly. At the end I was to lazy to respond, so sorry, I bullshitted. >.<]
Amie sighed and met his eyes. She showed that she was listening, but showed nor positive nor negative emotions. Yet, a sense of distaste welled like bile in the back of her throat. She let him speak and have his word, not interrupting. Yet the reason he left his squad seemed to leak plainly from his lips. He wanted a promotion, to be moved up, and it never happened. She brushed some hair from her face, to try and mask her dissatisfaction. Rank didn't actually number a shinigami's ability, give them a set power level. Although it was nice and brought respect and praise, it didn't grant skill. If you had that, and were confident with your abilities, rank didn't matter. Amie remembered her first few weeks, after returning to the Sereitei. She was a 3rd seated officer in Squad 3. She could have complained about not having a higher position, because she was stronger. But honestly it didn't hold that much place in her opinion, because she knew her own abilities and didn't need an emblem or a jacket to prove it. To her he seemed like an insecure Shinigami looking to prove something to the world. And for that she neither liked him nor disliked him, because she understood he was young and naive. He'll learn in time.
Power was no reason to hop to another squad. Amie would not speak out because she was not one to talk; When her Captain was promoted to squad 1, she followed. Amie still felt a slight twinge of remorse, but she would take the disapproval of her peers to serve her old captain any day, Yukimaru-sama. As for joining squad 3, well, they needed help. She was just glad to be back in her home squad, where she belonged.
A Stim Pack. She heard, after the monotone was done. She nodded at him gracefully, thanking the Gods for a chance to busy herself with something else. She quickly fixed him up his boos, grabbing the bottles behind the counter and setting him up with three shot glasses.
Despite his greatest attempts at being sneaky, Amie's own Reitsu was so intimately tied to his she sensed his presence without even really trying. She doubted anyone else could feel him yet, but she felt the warm kiss of his reitsu on the air as he was outside the door, smiling quietly to herself. Her own icy cold reitsu flared in response for a second, before dying down. Excpecting him, she propped her chin on her palm and her elbow on the table, staring amused at the door.
" Bathrooms is over there if you two need ta' change yer tampons r'somethin'.
Amie's eyes widened in disbelief as an unguarded laugh exploded from her lips. A hand quickly rushed to her mouth to stifle the chuckle, finding it inappropriate to laugh at, yet still wondering if she should join in. she had a box of them, actually, underneath the bar. She felt the mad urge to offer the two some to aid in her new colleagues joke, but her better instinct advised against it.
" I came here t' celebrate bein' promoted and, hopefully get'n a little ********, not listen to 'Bitchfest 2010'. Thank you very much."
Amen to that man. She silently agreed. Although she followed that statement 100%, she felt it was a little to blunt for the newcomers and younger seats. She always wanted people to be that blunt and to the point with her, but she was a big girl. These boys still seemed a little sensitive, and her maternal instinct decided that they probably deserved a little more compassion. Again, being so otrn on the subject, she neither verbally agreed with The Captain, nor said anything to stick up for the boys, just watched. To keep herself out of the fray, she made herself a shot of tequila to create the pretense that she was to busy to get involved in the conversation.
"Now, let's get ******** style="color: steelblue">"Cheers to that" Amie murmured, glad for the invitation. She dipped her head back and took her shot. It was an instant gratification, and she gave a long sigh of satisfaction. It was getting to stressed in here. And then, the anticipated arrival of her husband. She cocked her head to the side, quirking her lip, and brushing a finger under her chin, giving him a playful once over as he confiscated one of her new friends drinks. She giggled, and kept her gaze on him. Always setting things on fire, that one. Before rolling her eyes. As attractive social behavior as always.
"Ya come here often?"
Amie smirked, and leaned over the bar table to meat him, gently brushing over his ear with her lips for a light kiss. "When occasion calls for it, babe." she answered in a light whisper, before drawing back. "So can I get you a drink, or would you like to continue to cherry pick off of my guests?" She asked, half sarcastic, half serious. She smiled at him with her eyes, before pouring herself another shot of tequila. "And oh". She began, as she finishing filling her shotglass to to the top. " Where should I be going after this tonight? She looked up at him sideways from her drink, eyes staring from underneath her lashes in a coy, seductive expression he and only he would recognize. "I was living in the Squad 3 barracks up until now, And my office isn't ready yet, so I thought you might have a place I could crash. Or, live. You know. She gave a small, almost unregistered chuckle, as she smiled again at him for the umpteenth time.
It was then she recognized the curious and bewildered face of the 8th captain. He seemed so...out of place. and was that him that made the comment about the stim pack tasting good? she didn't know his voice that well to the point of recognition, only hearing him speak a few times. But she decided it was him, and to try and make him feel more in place, she turned her back to her husband, and lined him up a stim pack as well, shot glasses shining as the lights hit them. They probably looking extremely intimidating to the newcomer. "Drink up, they taste mighty good." In an attempt to encourage him, she threw another tequila down, cheeks down turning a light-ish red. Amie wasn't a light drinker, but she wasn't a heavy one either. she couldn't handle to to much. She was a bit tipsy now, and a third Tequila would definably put her in the drunk phase. and she didn't want that so early in the evening.
"I think I will be leaving now. Forgive me for such a short visit, but I feel uncomfortable being around so much alcohol when I don't drink myself. That and ... well I'm not to good at the social aspect of things yet and it seems as if I have already managed to earn the hatred of most of your guest, so I shall remove myself to keep the party atmosphere going. I should be training anyways."
Amie stared at him in a blank way, buz forgotten. What, he was leaving already? Well, she couldn't blame him, he did acquire a lot of hate in a few minutes. but the part that got her was he came to a drinking party, and didn't drink. It was clear on the invitation and the like that it was...a pretty well stocked place. The higher powers like their liquor. It kind of came unexpected to here another part of him that people wouldn't like. It came off as a , 'oh, I'm to good for beer.' attitude. She didn't particularly see it that way from him, but...there was hints of it there.
"It was a pleasure meeting you Captain Kamishiro. I hope squad thirteen begins to thrive again under your leadership."
"Thank you, I wish you luck with your training and your future....and it's a pity you don't drink.
He was respectful to her, so she owed him some back. It was a pity he didn't drink though. Even the worst of enemies could become the best of friends with a keg of bear and a few hours of time. Ah, well, it wasn't meant to be. Amie hadn't been paying to much attention to Takezo, because quite frankly, he hadn't been doing anything interesting. He made a few statements about the leaving squad hopper, but she hadn't heard them. It wasn't until he broke one of her stools to she actually start paying attention. What the ********> He was...trying to start a fire. Really? Well, she figured her husband could all but handle that. but wanted to have some fun. A mischievous smile spread itself across her lips, as she raised a finger. "Let me give you a light." She said velvet smooth, which anyone who knew her well would know the tone as something naughty. She displayed her art of silent casting, a blue spark of bakudo number four, blue lighting, dancing from her finger tip and onto the bottom of the bar broken stool. The end would ignite into a medium sized flame, from the heat and energy of the tiny confined blast of a spark.
As Amie was maddeningly entertained with her chaos, another man had entered, but she was to involved to really notice him. She was aware that he sat next to her husband, though, which meant she would talk to him soon. I wonder if I'm catching pyromaniacy She thought, idly, watching the fire consume the stick. They said you took on the traits of those you loved.
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 9:20 am
His smell was far from perfect. To be honest it was normal for a human. Yet there was something about this party. Something that had drawn him to it. It was like a sixth or rather seventh sense. Maybe it hadn't even been him who was drawn to it.
"Ah-hah" Orsumil smiled to himself seeing the desserts packed into the corner like that. He was hungry. Living with Lunacy did that to you. She was hungry and if she was hungry Orsumil was hungry and if Orsumil was hungry she was hungry so when they were both hungry Orsumil was double hungry.
And Lunacy was often hungry.
"Congratulations?" Came the metallic decidedly green voice from his sword. Audible to anyone who could decipher it's whispering. "I think we have a new Captain. Anyway. We'll deal with her when it comes up."
"You mean killing her?"
"Not now that you've said it out loud."
"Oooh so you meant giving her a handshake or something?"
"Sounds safer."
Orsumil slipped quietly over to the desserts. Spotting a bowl with some ice cream in it. Green ice cream. That looked fine and with nobody else interested in eating then why not have it all for himself.
He picked up a dainty spoon and sat himself on one of the flourescent seats. Putting one leg over the other and resting the bowl of ice cream on one leg and wrapped in safely by the other. "Minty." "Mmhmm."
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 5:30 pm
Yawning as Hiroko attempted to explain himself Zaine was already done with the man, and as his new captain commented about the pair being bitchy, causing the younger Vice Captain to grin viciously in amusement, "Now don't get a fire under your a** good Captain, if I was bitching someone out trust me you would be able to tell." He said wickedly, eyes catching sight of the Great Red One himself showing up to the party smiling again he waved for another drink before downing the one he had in his hand, enjoying the slight burn in the back of his throat. "Man it's been a while since I've drank, hope I don't overdo it too quick..." he mused silently, "Don't wanna pull something that Tezuka would have been known for." Those thoughts aside he raised a glass in greeting to Fefnir, not wishing to interrupt his conversation with his dearest wife he then turned just in time to watch Hiroko storm out quite theatrically.
Shaking his head in amazement at the man's inability to handle criticism, "He won't go anywhere with that self pitying act, he needs to grow some thicker skin and a set, if he keeps at it like this then it won't matter how many transfers he makes, he won't be moving up in the world." he thought, though these musings were quickly banished by the comforting scent of burning wood that wafted into his nostrils, "Damn what's with all the fire at this party?" he asked with a grin, and turned to see Takezo holding a flaming wooden leg; apparently in need of the flame for some reason. Feeling a weaker reiatsu level enter the room Zaine turned his attention to Kusari, nodding a slight welcome to the man he then went back to his thoughts until he heard the newcomer address Fefnir, and he chuckled when the poor man was either too dull or too unaware of the woman he had just referred to as a vixen was in fact the Captain's wife.
"If I could get what my Captain and Fefnir-taicho are drinking Captain Shihouin I would appreciate it." he asked politely, feeling a yawn coming on he decided it was time to move onto the stronger stuff, and besides it was a party, why not have a little bit of fun? Not like he would be the only one to get smashed anyway, Tezuka's reputation alone assured him of this. While waiting for the drink he noted the entrance of Orsumil, a shinigami he had worked with on his last mission as a member of Squad Ten, the odd man was enjoying what appeared to be ice cream. Smiling to the man he then returned his attention to the group of Captains, so far he was the only Vice Captain in attendance, but perhaps that would change soon enough.
(s**t post is s**t)
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 1:22 am
(permitted puppet is permitted. Also, Afton only speaks english and understands only a little Japanese. Please make note of what language your characters are speaking in.)
Afton had been drinking. Mead had been like water to him in life, and most of the modern day alcoholic beverages where no different now that he was deceased. The old knight had lost track of Fefnir, the Satan incarnation he had vowed to keep under his watchful eye, so as to spare the world any further evil. So he went to the demon's lair and waited for the red man himself so as to resume his watchdog routine he had adopted. It was only after draining a bottle or two of some of the devil's drouts that he had around his office (Sake) that Afton realized there was a note on the desk.
Dear Tezuka,
I know you drank my sake, please replenish the stocks when your done. I'll probably see you in the squad 13 party. I'll be expecting to collect from you there.
-Fefnir
While the old knight prided himself on his reading ability, the chicken scratch of the devil's language was not one of the things he could read. However after spending the better part of 4 months training in demon school, he had learned the stamp of the red one's signature, as well as recognizing the phrase "Squad 13" out of pure necessity.
So here he was. Hounding Fefnir's steps, if with a little tint of drunken breath. He burst into the bar, his giant claymore blade drawn one handed in an amazing feat of strength, and his mighty shield held ready for battle. Pointing the blade at his target who happened to be happily drinking at the bar.
"Thou shan't escape mine watchful eye, Fenriz."
the booze in his office was a little hardier than Afton had thought, making him fuzzy on the details of his name a little, but that didn't stop the accusing pointing of his blade. He swung the blade in a threatening arch so it hung at his side, and brought his shield up for a charge. Letting out a battle cry he began his slow buildup of speed.
And in the blink of an eye Fefnir made his move. Hitting three step shikuchi to get one foot in the path of the gorilla man. He was back in his seat before the big lug even noticed he had left.
Afton hit the ground like a metric ton of bricks, shaking the glasses on the bar a little. He looked up at the man in red, accusingly, knowing it MUST have been he who made him look the fool! But having no way to prove it. He sighed, getting up with more grace than his muscled form should have allowed for and sheathing his blade. He knew when he was defeated for the day and resigned himself to continue biding his time until the day he could rid the world of the great evil. He threw his great lion-shield over his back, and walked over to the bar to have a seat next to Fefnir. He quickly found that both of them where taken already. His personal guard, Afton assumed, and took the chair next to a man with a great deal of metal in his face. He couldn't even begin to guess why, but he smelled the happy drunk. If he was going to be in the presence of demons, at least he could be with ones he related to.
If he was going to be stuck at a party playing watchman, there was no reason he couldn't enjoy a tankard or two while he was at it.
"Bar wench.... Some ale!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 4:51 am
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
Amie's voice tickled his ear, the slight touch of her lips more than enough to set him on fire. They always say that it's the little things that matter, especially in matters of love, but one never really realizes it until it happens. That light contact, a gentle touch or a soft word, was sometimes the most enjoyable thing about a simple conversation. Of course, part of that might have been the light chill oh her skin that contrasted and intertwined with his own superheated aura. She asked for his drink, and simply because he couldn't stand the irony, he replied, "Gimme a Red XIII (1 cl Tequila, 1 cl Heering Cherry Liqueur, 1 cl Grenadine), if ya would!" and shot a smile right back at her before answering her second question. "Well, I figured you'd just crash with me. You can have the couch in my office until I figure out where I'm going to put a bed." He gave it some thought for a moment, during which time his beloved served someone else, suddenly had an idea. Maybe it's time to think about a house? He was going to ask her about it, but someone else began talking to her and he didn't want to interrupt.
One of those guys Fefnir didn't recognize, an effeminate sort of man whose voice he noted was that of the squad jumper, made a big show about leaving for whatever reason. It was something about how he didn't drink - Why come to a bar then? the Squad one captain thought with a slight shake of his head - and how everyone hated him or some such thing. "And here we see the persecution complex in its natural habitat, the emo..." he whispered, more to himself than anyone else, though Tezuka probably heard it. The only thing that really caught his attention about the whole thing was that he'd said 'Captain Kamashiro' to Amie, and he was used to being the only Kamashiro around. The depressed man left quickly enough, though, which was kind of a relief since he was being such a downer.
Some of the others around also had something to say about whatever that guy's problem was, most vocally someone with glasses who decided the way to go was to spout some phrases the older shinigami noted didn't have proper syntax, but he understood the meaning well enough. What he didn't get, however, was the fact that the strange guy tore the freaking leg off a table and then tried to start a fire with it, like some kind of demented boy scout. It was kind of funny watching him struggle with it, but downright hilarious to see Amie not only ignore the property damage, but also cast a kidou to help him out.
Then, a voice from the door stated that the leaving man was a p***y, and the owner of the voice walked over to sit next to the red man. Now, Fef had no idea who this guy was, but the guy seemed to think they'd become acquaintances somewhere along the line from the way he spoke to the Captain. Fefnir was never one to go to the bar, but this man seemed to think he either went to them often, or at least enough to make an impression on him. Then he goes and mentions that there happened to be a woman there as well, and then followed it up with something the red man wasn't sure he should take as a compliment. "That would be MY vixen, thank you very much. And do I know you?" he commented, trying to not really commit to a conversation with the man since his friend and wife were both right there close to him and more appealing to talk to.
And then... Oh joyous rapture, Afton. There's nothing like an extremely large pile of muscle and stupid pointing a sword that it would take two normal men to even lift at you to get your heart pumping. Oh wait, except for that part where Afton did it with ONE HAND. Were he not used to it by now, Fefnir would have been scared. Really, it had almost become a ritual. Enter office, listen to old timey vowels, dodge sword, trip monkey, continue day. You'd have thought after four months of the same crushing defeat, he'd have given up, but no, he was stubborn b*****d - correction, stubborn and moronic."You shan't escape mine watchful eye, Fenriz."A literal facepalm followed. Of course, he wasn't adapting too well, so he spoke in English, which thankfully Fefnir understood, and hopefully no one else would. Afton was whipping that sword all around and it was remarkable that he didn't kill anyone or any furniture with his wild flailing. He yelled, Fefnir sighed, and with only the slightest bit of effort, used his Shukuchi to trip the gorilla man. He hit the ground with a satisfying thud and the groaning protests of the floorboards to the extra weight. Not one to give up simply because reality said so, the crusader slung his shield over his back and sheathed the freaking huge sword in a likewise freaking huge sheath and sat down at the bar. It was astonishing that the tiny stool held his weight without exploding into scraps of wood and metal, but it did, and he ordered in the loudest possible voice ale of all drinks, as if this were sometime around 500 AD. That wasn't the important part of the order, however. The fact that he addressed Fefnir's lover as 'bar wench' was. "Hey! That is MY bar wen- I mean, wife! That's my wife!" He yelled back, also in English. Fefnir translated quickly for her with the simple instructions of a drink he liked called a Hellfire (1 cl Tomato Juice, 1 cl Vodka, 1 cl Orange Juice, 3-4 drops Tabasco) and added that she should make a VERY large glass of it. "He only speaks English, you understand. I figure I'll translate for him, have some fun with it," Fefnir explained, smirking a little at the fun to come, "Just ignore it if he does stupid things. He's old, and probably retarded,"X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
Whoever writes in BLOOD,
_____Does not want to be READ
____________But LEARNED by HEART...
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 6:07 pm
((s**t post is s**t. You don't like it you can suck the little toe of my left foot after I've been outside for a few hours working.))
Tezuka whipped around just in time to stare at The Red Man in an experssion some could consider comical horror, his mouth agape as eyes looked on in anguish as a tiny voice inside screamed 'Noooo!!!' at the top of its lungs while his liquor went down the gullet of another. IT was a sad day indeed for Tezuka who slapped his hand down on the bar sharply before inhaling deeply, arm coming around to wrap itself around Fefnir's neck as his other hand came up to intensely noogie his former Captain. "Fef, ya' fiery ********, you!" Tezuka laughed aloud, instantly letting the sorrow of his lost triplet channel its way through his fist while draining from his own person.. "When did'ja sneak in here?"
His words didn't really have time to settle, sadly, as more dissonance filled the room in the form of new arrivals, including an especially large one at that. His words sounded odd, gibberish at best to Tezuka's ears. He laughed again and released his former Captain, leaning back against the bar as he took one of the remaining shots and slipped it to his lips and back to the countertop, empty, in one smooth motion. "Well, s**t, guess I wasn't tha' first one ta' get shitfaced afterall!" He shook his head and finished off the final shot in the same fashion as its sibling. "Must be off my game t'day."
Now the party was kicking up. But, hell, more people needed to show. Too much brass made it feel all too exclusive to Tezuka. Even with it being a party of promotion more people should've at least showed up. Thank the powers that were his entire squad seemed to be able to show up. Made for an interesting turn out.
His head turned toward the other new arrival as his name began to float through his aural passages, eyebrows raising slightly in recognition, but merely from unconscious curiosity. "It's Matsushima, buddy boy." He gave the man a smirk and bulged his eyes a little to show that he was still in a decent mood even with the slight annoyance of having to say his name more than once at an event. Tezuka shrugged his shoulders a little, feeling the weight of his captain's haori as the added layer of clothing kept his own thermal energies locked in. It was gonna need some vents, or something, or they'd have to find a replacement quick after he died of overheating.
At this point his nose started to tingle a little bit, the slight smirk turning a little stupid as a smile slid upon his features. "Awww, s**t. We're goin' up this rollercoaster nice already." His hand shot up into the air as he leaned back so that Amie could here his voice. "Let's upgrade ta' somethin' with a little more bite! Gimmie a Jackhammer and some a' tha' beer shtuff from America. I feel tha' need for somethin' fruity right now."
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 11:01 pm
Kusari's eyes glazed over a bit when Fefnir spoke to him. Maybe he had dreamt up their entire meeting, it was likely as he often had dreams of certain muscular men from around the sereitei, but those were ... Kusari began to laugh nervously as his faced blushed bright red. "Maybe you don't remember me Captain, I am pretty insignificant in the big picture, but I've read about you since I was in the academy. We even had an underground trading card thing going for a bit." He was being creepy. "Uhh, I'm going to go congratulate your wife and move on to people of my own rank. heh heh" He scooted to the right and slid off the stool, bumping into the one behind him and jumping a bit from the shock, "Aiee!" He looked behind him and continued his nervous laugh. "Heh, bar stool. Uh, snuck up on me." He was giving of a wide beaming smile to accompany his nervous, darting eyes. he slid out and broke eye contact before stopping.
Kusari didn't hear the familiar ~swish swish~ that accompanied his every step. He had left his special mix on the bar. That meant re-entry into the awkward moment. Kusari looked like he wanted to cry for a moment in one of those,'Do I have to mommy?' moments. He slid back in as strangly as he had slid out and did a kind of half nod, half bow to the captains at a rather fast speed saying their names, "Captain Shihoin. Captain Matsu ... Matsushima, buddy boy." 'Doh.' He shook his head violently from left to right. "This always happens when I'm sober." He took in a deep breath and let it out. "Captain Matsushima." He gave a proper bow and grabbed his sake gourd. "My apologies for the strange behavior." He uncorked the bottle and finished its remnants, walking forward as he drank so as to escape the awkward.
Kusari completely forgot his intentions to greet the new squad thirteen captain in the realization that he had call her a vixen to her husbands face. He made a large circle around her and back around towards Zaine. He positioned himself so that he used Zaine as a human shield to hide his embarrassment as he slumped into a chair and wailed the word "Whiskeeeeeeeyyyyy." Nearly sobbing with his desire to forget the last five minutes of his afterlife.
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 5:14 pm
A sigh of impending doom exalted from Takezo; if he couldn't get a lit cigarette he'd have to choke a b***h or three. Fortunately, a flame suddenly bloomed from the lightning which had struck it. Was it his pure sense of devotion that summoned this spark of love to the amputated stool leg to keep the warmth in his heart? An angel's face unveiled itself from the chaos of his ponder, somewhat familiar, but this visit appeared to have different intentions.
He confidently, and amorously took the cigarette from his thirsting lips, and charged it to credit across the tool of his destiny. The roll of poison got a peek at it's masters desires, and it too, took heat, and turned ablaze inside, with red-hot embers collapsing over themselves so they may all fall at her feet, like slaves bowing in admiration before their Pharaoh. Takezo replaced it between his vacant lips, and took in the smoke that was lit and laced with spontaneous love, allowing more of the ashen fools to collect and fall, suicidal to reach before her. Takezo observed the scene, appearing sheepish as smoke slowly exhausted from his nostrils, but in reality was in full control of himself, and had already begun to execute his plan to get some a**.
Part one: gain their attention, had been complete. Now it was time for part zwei... this operation required delicacy, one single miss-movement of the muscles or crack in the voice would be clear signals of deception. But this battle was not on his heavenly prey's side, during his bashful moment he had already carefully thought of his next line. Nothing conspired in the mind of Takezo was considered ill of eloquence, or in bad manner or time. It was always simply so magnificent that it blew the panties off any woman who dare test his aggressive, but patient and considerate dialect. The executives of Takezo's brain collaborated with the Naval forces of Takezo's groin and vocal cords, along with all other parts of the body, as the mini-cinematic version of Takezo simply in a dress shirt slightly damp with sweat, accompanied by a tie, desperately gripping around the neck of the shirt to hang on, and black slacks, with fresh scuff marks from the shoes roughly brushing the pant-legs, racing towards the vocal base. 'You have orders to fire captain!' "Very good...' replied another mini-fantasy-world Takezo, with the exception of his fine military jacket, adorned with medals, and his grand mustache. 'Men...' he began, '... this is it.' Many other imaginary engineers that looked like Takezo were busy typing the co-ordinance, yet took the time to bravely shout, 'Hoorah!' The captain Takezo nodded, but took to the moment and shouted courageously, 'Fire!' While all this imaginary tom-foolery had happened only under a few seconds, the missile had already been fired, and hit home with a grand explosion, with the sound of, "Wanna have sex?"
((Yeah. Just happened.))
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 5:05 pm
Amie fixed a drink for Zaine, and observed half aware as a man walked into her snack bar, started talking to himself, and ate her mint ice cream. You don't see that often at a party with alcohol. She thought idly to herself.
"Thou shan't escape mine watchful eye, Fenriz."
His spiritual presence hadn't registered on her senses, so when he entered the room it was a surprise. There was just to much captain level Reitsu in the air for her to pick out and recognize the smaller ones, especially one that seemed so...odd. And even stranger, he spoke English. Amie only recognized it because it was her native tongue, learning Jappenease only when she passed on to the Sereitei. You had to, it was the main language. Amie had been around long enough to adapt before she became a Shinigami, which was a slight comfort. She wondered if the incomer even spoke any jappenease at all.
Wait a second. Watchful eye. What the ********> She had a lot she would have to be asking her husband.
As if it couldn't get any weirder, he charged. ******** belted a roar and swung his giant a** sword. She gaped. She didn't know what was dumber; The fact that he was trying to wield the sword and a half while drunk, or the ideal that the wasted swordsman thought he could actually hit her beloved. She felt his reitsu a second before he made a move, reitsu blaring. Then the man was downed in a moment, knocked on his arse, before Fefnir reappeared in his seat, as if he hadn't moved at all. She felt the mad urge to giggle, suppressed it, and gave him her attention. The man swallowed his pride and sat down. Oh yes. She would have a lot of questions for Fefnir. He seemed totally unphased by this, just another part of life.
Seriously, what the <******** wench.... Some ale!"
And then her smiled cracked, as she stared at him speechless for a second. Wow. He really was retarded. First he charged at the captain of the Sereitei, then he called a captain a bar wench. As Amie's distaste and aggravation rose, anyone familiar with her reitsu would feel it twist and crackle with obvious irritation. The temperature around her would drop a few degrees as her blank stare turned into a sheepish half glare.
"Hey! That is MY bar wen- I mean, wife! That's my wife!"
Two people today had called her, and evaluated her, as a whore. And Fefnir wasn't taking it to seriously, but if one more person today misjudged her again, she was going to break their legs and feed them to a hollow. She thought it was cute how her beloved didn't know she spoke English, so she let him have his fun and translate for a moment. Of course, the subject of languages never really came up. She could Speak English, Jappenease, and Spanish. [She studied Spanish in middle and High School for 6 years before she was shot.] She gave a sickeningly sweat smile to Fefnir, which he would immediately peg as something off, before turning around, preparing his drink, and then placing it in front of the giant idiot.
And in clear unaccented 20th Century American, she spoke.
There was just something about him that she did not like. All the while she smiled, and coated it with sugar. So as far as she knew, only Fefnir and the man would understand her, and no one else there. It was very unlike her, but she was pissed. She did not like being called a whore, or underestimated. She hoped it provoked a response out of him, so she could have the satisfaction of using self defense to knock him on his a** as Fefnir did. After that, she took a moment to regain herself. She never snapped at anyone like that before. She had always been so composed. Where was all this anger coming from? Probably some bottled up resentment from being kept in a cage for a year. I guess it could do that to anyone.
She stared at Fefnir and flashed him an Apologetic sigh, and a glance. There was so many different things she wanted to do right now. A part of her wanted to tear apart the new muscle brained man, for a release of some bottled rage. A part of her wanted to leave with Fefnir and break down into hot tears. Another part wanted sex. Not necessarily in that order. She placed her palms on the table, took a deep breath, and recomposed herself. It had been a long few months. She poured herself another shot of Tequilla, and downed it, feeling some of the stress leave, and feeling a little more light headed, but not drunk.
Tezuka had been entertaining her with his reactions all night, and because he was so close she saw his hands go up immediately. "Let's upgrade ta' somethin' with a little more bite! Gimmie a Jackhammer and some a' tha' beer shtuff from America. I feel tha' need for somethin' fruity right now." Amie chuckled, the new captain lightening her mood. Now he wanted fruity? Amie decided to hook him up with some Samuel Adams and his jackhammer, placed the drinks in front of him with care and a smile. If only everything was that easy.
"Enjoy." She said, returned to the more common tongue, dipping her head.
the other new comer who had also called her a whore seemed extremely awkward. Amie found this extremely amusing, as he talked of trading cards and gave greetings to all the people...except her. She raised a brow. Let's ******** with him. She decided to spend the next few minutes staring at him, without blinking, with an annoyed expression she placed on her face. She wasn't annoyed, but she felt like messing with him. Why am I enjoying this? She though somewhat logically, before a more sadistic voice chimed in with, Who cares. So she continued, until one fatal phrase changed her mood completely.
"Wanna have sex?"
Her expression changed from aggravated to blank in .6 seconds. She turned slowly. It was whats-his-face. The guy who she lit a cigarette for and the guy who got knocked out for a period of time. What. The. ********. The sick little part inside her that wanted to laugh, did. She burst out with it. An insane full on laugh, dipping her head back and a tear welling down form her eye.
"Not with you." She managed, after the tears had subsided, still stifling the little waves of giggles. "I think you smashed the common sense clean out of him Tezuka." She added, leaning over the bar table by her forearms. "If the ******** had any to begin with." She stared at the proposer with even humored eyes. "Any more out of you and I'm going to have the red man over there shove you in between a piece of chocolate and gram cracker and feed you to me like an extra cripsy smore." She licked her lips and looked over to her husband, anticipating a display of his fiery reitsu.
She couldn't take to much more of this. She needed to get out of here before she killed someone herself.
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 10:06 am
Zaine chuckled at the insanity that seemed to be unfolding before him at the party, he looked to the large man whom had attempted something quite foolish even for someone sober, and downright near suicidal for a person who was inebriated, he looked to Amie and smiled his thanks before bolting down the drink and returning his attention to the events unfolding before him, "Now this is getting somewhat entertaining..." he mused, though he was surprised at the ease with which Fefnir was taking the multitude of insults to his wife, and then suddenly Amie snapped and basically b***h smacked the giant oaf with her words, which gave Zaine a good deal of mirth. He then noticed that he was being used to shield someone from something, looking behind his back he caught sight of Kusari and shook his head, "Face up to your mistakes, don't use someone else to protect you from them." he said with a sigh, moving away from the man and over to Takezo, just in time to hear him proposition Amie sexually, raising his fist up he punched the shinigami squarely in the side, the purpose being to shut the idiot up before he got himself killed by either Aime or Fefnir. "Good god even I'm not this stupid!" he snapped at his subordinate, he then looked to the pair and bowed his head slightly. "Forgive him, I think he's not feeling too well, I'll keep an eye on him for a while and make sure he doesn't do anything too stupid."
((Sorry for the shitty posts guys))
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