Once the others had left, Diedrich turned to Damien. Just from looking into his eyes, Diedrich could tell that Damien was expecting the worst. A slight sigh escaped his mouth. He really was being too harsh sometimes, that one of his subordinates would treat him in such a detached manner. From within his pocket, Diedrich removed another cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath of smoke. Upon his exhalation, he began to speak, "I did not ask you to linger so that I could scold you, Damien. Please, be at ease." With his permission, he hoped that Damien would now rise. Trying to talk with him about the issue at hand would be too difficult if he had to worry about wary eyes. After all, this was a matter of great importance--it would be rather unfortunate if the wrong sort overheard him because they were interested at the man kneeling at the feet of another. The old Quincy knew that he would take just as much interest as anyone else, which was quite a bit.
"I'm sure you've realized that gaining the trust of the Soul Reapers will not be an easy task." Diedrich paused to smoke his cigarette again. "To gain the trust of the Soul Reapers, I will have to do some outlandish things... more outlandish than proposing the alliance in the first place." Now, Diedrich stuffed his left hand into his pocket and stared off through the park. He was turning the words over in his head, trying to figure out just how to say them in a way that would not bring outrage or anything remotely similar. "There is a previously exiled Quincy who I have requested to join us... I don't think you were around when he was among our numbers, but he deliberately disobeyed my orders and was removed from the order." Diedrich shifted his gaze to Damien once more. "He was arrested, and I removed him on bail. His assignment is to slowly wreak havoc on the Soul Reapers, in ways just barely noticeable." Upon saying this, Diedrich released a great sigh. "Once the Soul Reapers find out, which you can be sure they will... I will kill him. In front of them. They can't help but trust us when they see me kill one of my own who was sabotaging them."
Another sigh and another smoke of the cigarette. Diedrich's eyes scanned the park, watching young mothers and their infants, older men exercising and working in whatever way possible to prolong their lifespans. "I need two things from you in particular, Damien." Now, for the first time in their conversation, Diedrich truly focused on his subordinate. "I need you first and foremost to make sure the other Quincy behave themselves. I will try to govern them myself, but I am guessing I will be under close watch by the Soul Reapers. I can't very well assure them their share of blood in front of the Head Captain." The last bit of his sentence was meant to be slightly joking. However, Diedrich did not laugh, and thus there ewas no real way to tell. "And second I need you to make sure people don't blow up when I kill this man. He is a traitor to our order and deserves the death he will receive, but you and I are the only two who know this."
As the two other Quincy left, Damien would be the only one to remain, as ordered by Lord Diedrich. Damien watched as Diedrich withdrew yet another cigarette, lit it, and took a little puff. Hearing his words, Damien would bow his head, while still kneeling, "Yes, my Lord." Damien then stood up and looked straight into Diedrich's eyes. As Diedrich spoke, Damien would be very wary of the words he spoke. Hearing Diedrich's plan on gaining the Soul Reapers trust, Damien would hold his tongue and wait until Diedrich was finished talking before he spoke, but a few things would cross his mind. Why would Lord Diedrich go to such lengths to gain the Soul Reaper's trust? He would be willing to kill one of our own just to gain acceptance from the worthless trash that slaughtered my family and love? Lord Diedrich, how much do you intend to do, just to ally yourself with them? Those were the questions that came to his mind as he listened to Diedrich, but he would soon clear his mind as he heard Diedrich say that there were two things that he wanted from him.
Hearing Diedrich's two requests, Damien would nod and finally speak up, "I understand what you want from me and you can rest assured that I will carry out my task to the fullest." he responded as he would then add on more, "My Lord, are you sure that you do not wish for me to take care of the traitor. You should not get your hands dirty with such a task. I, as your tool and weapon, should be the one to carry it out." Damien stated. "If not, then I am resigned to do the tasks that you entrusted to me and will make sure that nothing will hinder your goal."
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 8:48 pm
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Without comment, Diedrich listened to Damien's proposition. At the end, he sighed and took a deep smoke of his cigarette. "If I had wanted you to kill this traitor, Damien, he would have been dead long ago." He sighed and found himself gazing off into the distance. "Do as I request and do so to the fullest, but do nothing more. It does not befit a weapon to thirst for blood its master does not offer." Diedrich reached up to grab the collar of his coat and adjust it against his neck. Soon, they would be off, and undoubtedly the road ahead would be rough, and not without casualties. "We shall leave as soon as the others return."
((OOC: Bleh, lame post. Not much to say. Also, an unnecessary reminder: Luci and br3ak, you did not hear the last part of this conversation, you come in as or immediately after I say the last or second-to-last statement, s'il vous plait. ^_^))
When asked to leave Zelda couldn't help but scowl. She was amused with the idea of Damien getting to know some kind of secret. But this time around, Zelda actually keep her mouth shut and followed a direct order. Without a word she turned on her heel and headed out of the park in a steady stride. She only needed to return home and change her attire into something more suitable. It was best anyways, Zelda wasn't to fond of her School Uniform. Made her feel ridiculous. But it was code. Away from the many eyes Zelda broke out into hirenkyaku, dashing up the side of a building to get up on the roofs. The town was to flooded with people, Zelda wanted to make this a short trip and as such the roof tops were the easiest and quickest routes. Due to her short cut it didn't take the young Quincy long to reach the front door of her so called home. It was fairly empty minus the necessities. Zelda really didn't keep personal items. Why, who knew. She just didn't. Once inside Zelda threw off her clothing only to put a different set on. Standard White Quincy attire. Zelda hated white, but again it was code. Zelda sighed as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. "Ah, Well. Time to go." Locking up her apartment Zelda once more hirenkyaku'd back to the park in order to meet up with the others. Over all the trip didn't take her more then 15 minutes. She took her time, somewhat, to allow Old and Cranky time to speak with Primp and Proper.
Breaking from her Speed Technique, as to not attracted unwanted attention, Zelda walked the rest of the way back to the others as she reached the entrance of the park. Her stride was rushed as she made her way past glancing eyes. Yeah, she had joined in the realm of weird, wearing a uniform that left others questioning. Whatever, by the sight of her expression no one dared approach or make a statement to her about it. Zelda walked up to the same place she was standing previously, beside Damien, who she glared at. "I'm back." She said, venom in her tone.
Standing tall, Damien would nod at Diedrich's words, "I understand fully, my Lord and I will not let you down." Damien would say as he then sensed a very familiar presence, looking towards its location, he would see Zelda, walking towards their location. "Greetings, I do believe that I have yet to introduce myself to you and the other one. I do apologize for my actions and words earlier." Damien stated as he bowed towards her, "Let me formally introduce myself. I am Damien Cross, I do hope we can work well together." Straightening himself back up, Damien would then give his attention back to the Leader. However, the apology and welcome he gave Zelda, seemed a bit forced.
Despite his formal introduction to Zelda, as well as his kind words, Damien didn't mean any of the words he spoke. They were merely words he had read many years ago, just meaningless, empty words. Damien was the type of person to say things that he did not truly mean, he cared not about the feelings of those he deemed unworthy of his devotion and respect, only the Leader had those rights.
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Once Zelda returned, Diedrich removed his old pocket watch from within his over coat. His old eyes weren't readable as he glanced at the clock, but with a flick of his wrist it snapped shut and one could tell that he was slightly irritated. "We are already behind schedule due to your group tardiness." Suddenly, it felt as though a chill befell the park. The colors around them literally seemed to dull, and instantly all the people around them seemed to vanish. Vandenreich had to develop a technique to switch between their void, Hueco Mundo, and Seireitei without attracting attention, and this was what they had come up with. At the moment, it only worked within the human world, but that was all they needed. With a sweep of Diedrich's hand, he opened a portal in the air. Looking through it, another world was on the other side, and only these three here could see it.
"This portal leads directly to Seireitei," the old Quincy explained, "But we must make haste. The Soul Reapers aren't most welcoming of unwelcome visitors." Without waiting for their reaction, Diedrich took a step into the portal and addressed them with one foot in another world. "I will tell the others to follow as soon as they are able, but for now you two should just follow me. I'm sure young Mathew will not be far behind." With that final statement, Diedrich stepped into the world and into a run, sprinting for the other side.
Looking at Diedrich, Damien would feel a sudden chill in the air around them. As he did, he would look around to see that the color of the world began to fade and dull, almost as if something was sucking it away and leaving nothing but an black and white outline. While this happened, Damien would remain calm and collected, it seemed as though he had seen this technique many times, but that wasn't the case. In his home village, Damien was told of a unique spell that allowed for the Quincy to travel in between worlds, despite knowing of this technique, this was his first time experiencing it first hand. Suddenly, Diedrich would sweep his hand and open up a portal in the air. Looking into the portal, Damien would see another world, no doubtfully it was the Seireitei.
As Diedrich told them where the portal led to, Damien's demeanor would somewhat shift, ever slightly, so only Diedrich would be able to notice it. Damien's cold and emotionless stare would change into that of a cruel and vengeful one. This is the home of the creatures that slaughtered my family and love. Just the sight of this world is enough to bring back those dreadful memories of that day. Damien thought as he would then watch as Diedrich stepped into the portal and started sprinting towards the other side. My vengeance will have to wait. For now I serve my Lord and as his tool I will fulfill his every order. Even if that means discarding my honor and pride. With those final thoughts, Damien would step into the portal and sprint after Diedrich.
Scolded for being late, again. Surprise. Zelda only shrugged it off. There was no time to get snooty, there were things to do. To her surprise the world around her became something out of an old movie. It was neat, but it left a cold feeling. It was as one would describe, Cool. There wasn't any time to admire the work, nope, the group would have to move quickly. Watching as the portal to Soul Society opened and revealed itself the contents of the home belonging to the enemy, Zelda couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face. She was both annoyed for having to help the Soul Reapers but at the same time excited for this journey, and the chance to kick serious butt. Even if those butts were not those of the Soul Reapers. Once the others entered the portal Zelda followed behind, laughing as she entered.
Ralien sighed as she walked to the park, it was a nice day outside in her opinion. She was listening to a song on her iphone from some small purple ear buds as she carried a white sketch pad and a pen with her and sat under a tree. Lots of people were around and it made her smile to see so many happy and innocent faces. Opening the sketch pad, she picked a clean white sheet and started to draw.
Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 1:13 pm
"we are nothing more than pieces is this game of life"
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Mathew ran back to his home how he always does it, luckily he didn’t live far from the park and he doesn't want to attract any unnecessary attention on him even if it means taking more time than necessary. As he arrived at his home he sneaked to the back and up the wall to the window of his bedroom. He knew his mother would be home and didn’t want her to know what he was into in the fear she might get angry. He went to his closet and shoves his cloths and other stuff aside to reveal a hidden trapdoor. Mathew opened the trapdoor making sure nobody would hear him and reached inside. He pulled out his white Quincy uniform and quickly changed into it only leaving his green headband on from his original dress. ”perfect, and now just in case I need to live thing up in that dead man’s land“ he said as he picked up a small grey disk proximally 5 millimetre in diameter. He put the bait in the inner pocket of his coat when he suddenly heard footsteps outside his room. Mathew quickly closed the trapdoor and hid in the closet. He kept till he stopped hearing the footsteps 15 minutes later before slowly crawling out of his closet. ”phew… that was close. Now let’s get back to the others“ Mathew whispered before leaping out of the window and hurried as fast as he could to where the others would be. Mathew arrived terribly late and saw that the others already left through the portal. ”nice job waiting… tsk“ Mathew said annoyed in German rolling his eyes before jumping through the open portal making sure no one was looking.
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"we all want to be kings but will never be more than a pawn"
After a while Ralien became bored and packed up her stuff to go home, 'I should really think about what to do about dinner...I haven't eaten all day.' she thought as she stood up and dusted herself off.
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Blonde hair, blue eyes, his bangs pulled to the side by a hair clip. His outfit comprised of ripped skinny jeans, a torn black shirt that had the words Valentine written across it. His nails were painted black and they gripped tightly to the microphone. The stage in the center of the park was his world, and he had claimed the people around him, mere subjects listening to him perform with his band. Salene smiled brightly, waving to the audience before him who came to see his band "Valentine" perform in the center park of Karakura. For a year or so his band had become popular, he had become a pop sensation to Karakura town. Luckily his father had money to help support the band and get them started, and lucky is what Salene considered himself as his father had owned a watch and technology company that still had a lot of popularity with the public. Salene turned to face his band members, winking to them before facing back to the people before him. The crowed that had gathered was cheering him on to continue singing and performing for them. "Hellloooooo Karakura!" Salene shouted into the microphone, his entire band had a goth punk type look, but sang pop style songs. Already they had picked up attention from recording studios and popular artists wanting to perform with them as well. Salene's dream had become true, he was famous. Or at least for now he wanted to think that. He turned once more to his band members giving them a quick nod before holding his hands up into the air. "5...4.....3....2....1...Hit it guys!" Salene shouted as his band member began to play. Salene sang along with the lyrics memorized in his head, burned into his mind as he had come up and written most of the song anyhow.
After the show was finished, he bowed to the crowed in front of him cheering him on once more. "Thank you everyone!" He responded to them, quickly turning around smiling to his band members who were by now already tackling each other and laughing. But something seemed off about Salene, his smile seemed to turn into a distant frown as he walked off stage that was located in the center of the park. Salene stepped forward, wondering off from the crowed that stood in front of the stage. He needed to find peace, and somewhere a bit more quiet. He could still hear his other band members getting cheers from the crowd and many of them talking with the people among it. Salene on the other hand had found a nice park bench to rest on, he closed his eyes tightly and sighed in relief. Sure he was happy about all the attention and popularity, but something else bothered him. His father had been hospitalized a few days ago. He was having heart problems and Salene felt terrible for leaving his side for the show, but his father replied to him "The show must.....go on". That had stuck with Salene for awhile now, his father wanted his son to live his life and not be hindered by his problems. But Salene cared for his father, and felt terrible for leaving him. "Maybe..." He said, pausing for a moment and reaching into his pocket for the watch he carried with him at all times. "Hmph...." He grimaced once more before inhaling deeply and shouting "WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!". He realized how loud he was being and quickly calmed himself, now laying completely across the bench.
.::. It’s so easy to kill. If I have to, I will, It’s not pretty but it’s true So who's scary now? .::.
[Número 12.] ▬▬▬▬ [ Anākī.] ▬▬▬▬ [ Arrancar.]
M e g u m i V i o l a Little Monster.
A Kūmon (空門, lit. "Air Gate") opened in the sky but out of sight for any human to see. Deep in the park so Megumi could make her secret entrance. Luckily, Megumi looked rather human. Taking fashion with her back to Hueco Mundo which none of the big guys seemed to bother her about. Stepping out of the Kūmon and into the world of the living. Megumi's wicked expression switched to something even scarier, kind. Her face was gentle and soft. Needing to draw in a new toy for her playing pleasure. Liking male toys but will take a female if she is unable to draw them in.
Megumi skipped into the park as the little rabbit ears on her hood flopped about. To any human, Megumi was actually really cute. Like as cute as a button with a lustful body. Slender and adult like, she never really had a problem getting a new toy. Maybe one day she would find one that didn't brake. Mr. Road Kill in her arms as she began to walk around the park. Her spiritual pressure seals away to keep unwanted attention away.
.::. No mercy. Don't run, don't hide, don't wait ‘Cause if we've got no honor, Then we've got no shame .::.
Atsuma was becoming frustrated. No matter how hard he tried he could not smile. This had never occured to him until that day. Sitting alone on one of the parks' benches, he watched as a brother and sister played with their dog and parents. Their happiness was contagious, but when Atsuma tried to smile...A mere twitch was produced. "Did I smile back then?" He asked himself leaning back against the bench. A deep sigh escaped the man the moment something opened up in the sky somewhere. He felt it for sure, but where it came from was a mystery. Not that he cared the least anyways.
Suddenly, a disturbance approached. A hollow to be more exact. "Tsc..." Atsuma wasn't too pleased by another hollow appearance. "Like damn flies." He was able to see the creature in the distance. "What are you doing?" He asked himself curiously leaning forward. It looked like the thing was headed towards something with a purpose. It didn't take long for Atsuma to put 2 and 2 together. "Leave it alone Atsuma...Don't break your rule." The hollow was headed straight for the family. Atsuma needed to decide quickly on whether or not to leave his Rei Concealing Gigai in public or simply walk way. "Sorry..." Atsuma got up from the bench with the intent to leave until a faint memory played back in his head. I don't think you're a monster Atsuma, you're a hero!! Atsuma gave one last sigh before exerting his spiritual pressure. Leaving his gigai wasn't easy, but using his brute strength helped. His right hand gripped the handle of his zanpakuto. He hadn't done so in a while.
The hollow was merely feet away from the family before it recieved a mask shattering blow from Atsuma's fist. Before it would fly away, however Atsuma grabbed its' humanoid leg and slammed it against the soft, green grass. "I don't care whether or not your soul makes it. Tough luck." That said, Atsuma stomped on its' head completely crushing the mask. As the hollow faded away behind the fade would be a group of hollows. Most probably attracted by the sudden explosion of energy within the area.
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The air moved around Aerik's body as though he wasn't there. He had sensed the openning of a gate in the human world, and had gone to investigate. huddled up in his cloak, Aerik's reiatsu was not sensible by any normal means. Darker than any shadow, and faster than the light, Aerik followed the Arrancar who stepped from the gate, all the while keeping his own presence unknown. He may be allied with these creatures, but he could not allow them to harm the humans so cruelly. As fun as it was at times, killing one was going too far. The Lonely God laid in wait for a time, watching the girl who was not whole.
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