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 Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 4:15 pm
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_____________________  Once she was in the bathroom, Sakuya closed the door and stood there for a moment staring at it as if she was trying to see Zenos through it. In truth, she wanted to go back out there and just cuddle with him longer, but she suppressed the urge to do so. I need to get control of myself. I’m acting like a lovesick schoolgirl, she thought as she turned the hot water knob in the shower. While she waited for the water to heat up, she slid out of her panties once more and let them fall softly to the floor. What’s wrong with me? It was just sex. I had feelings for him before, but now I can’t get enough of him. Sakuya sighed as she tried in vain to break her minds new intensified addiction to Zenos. She knew it was more than that. It hadn’t been just sex to her. To her they had made love. It was magical. She had been truly in tune with him both physically and mentally for the first time and every part of her craved more.
Sakuya climbed into the shower at last and tilted her head back with her eyes closed while the water encased her in its warming embrace. Even now she found herself wishing it was his arms instead of water wrapped around her. She dropped her head and looked at the water swirling down the drain with a half smile on her face. She couldn’t help but to laugh at little at this predicament. After the loss so many people important to her she had decided to try and distance herself from others as to minimize the pain of their deaths, but she always managed to develop an attachment to someone it seemed. First it was her father for his love and guidance, then the village girl for her friendship, and lastly Teresa for her motherly nature. While this was the first time she had developed a romantic attachment to anyone, she couldn’t help but to fear that she would watch him die as well. It was if she was cursed to constantly watch everyone she found important meet their death while she was always the lone survivor. Part of her knew Zenos was much too strong to die like that, but she feared it nonetheless. Sakuya lifted her head once more so that the water was hitting her face. Before when Sakuya would began to feel sorrow for the loved ones lost to her, Teresa was always there to comfort her, but now Teresa was gone as well and it was partially her own fall. I’m sorry… she mouthed a silent apology to her lost nights as her tears began to mix with the water, obscuring the fact that she was crying.
Just then the shower curtain flung open so suddenly that it startled Sakuya from her internal musings. She was surprised to see Zenos standing there, and she began to wonder if he intended to have another encounter in the shower. She had mixed feelings about the idea. Her body longed for it, but her mind was in another place and she wasn’t sure she would be emotionally into it this time around. The decision was made for her, however, as Zenos spoke and let her know he was leaving. “O-okay,” Sakuya stammered. Once again she’d gotten the pleasure of hearing him speak. She’d heard his voice more today than she had the entire time she’d known him. She found herself being embraced by him as he assured her of his intent to return. That hug helped Sakuya more than Zenos could have possibly been aware of as all the things that had been troubling her seemed to not matter for the moment she was in his arms and she was actually able to smile. This smiled remained on her face as she watched him leave to do whatever it was he was going to do. She closed the door to the bathroom back behind him as the air carried a chill with it. “I shouldn’t worry so much,” she whispered to herself. “I have more power than before and I’ll protect everyone important to me with my own hands.” Sakuya nodded then stepped back into the shower to finish cleaning up.
Twenty minutes later she emerged almost completely refreshed. After her teeth were brushed and her hair combed she was finally ready for the day. She wrapped a towel around herself before opening the door back to her room. The shower had worked wonders on her body. The encounter with Zenos had been strenuous in more ways that one, and she found herself with some very particular pains in certain areas. All in all though it was well worth it to her. She glided across the room to the closet where her clothes were hanging up. In a flash she was fully dressed, after which she slid open the window and looked out over the lake. She took in the view for a moment before retreating to her bed where she sat down and let the cool breeze wash over her while she rested her chin in her hands and continued to look out the window.
Sakuya quickly became bored of this however and decided to do something she hadn't done for quite some time. Not wanting anyone to find out, she went throughout the house checking for any interlopers while closing doors and windows. Once she was sure she was alone she dug around in her closet for a minute or two before she found what she was looking for: an old dust laden trunk. Sakuya smiled as she rolled the number dials on the trunk to the proper combination to unlock it and opened it revealing a record player and numerous records of various opera music. Sakuya had developed a love for opera a little over a decade ago and sent Teresa on numerous covert incursions into the world of the living to retrieve it the records and player, but had all but forgotten about them in recent years. After a second look for anyone around she returned to the room and plugged in the player. She leafed through the records finally settling on two that she liked. The sounds of record static could be heard shortly after as the first record began to spin under the player's needle. In a few seconds, however, the sound of Habanera could be heard playing, however instead of the singer on the record, it was Sakuya's voice that was filling the room. While she wasn't a professional, Sakuya's singing voice was quite beautiful and she had amazing throat control, a fact that Zenos had been given the luxury of becoming aware of. Sakuya sang Habanera through to fruition before carefully swapping out the record for the other one which contained Il Dolce Suono. Whether it was having relations with Zenos or the painful memories of those lost to her that drove Sakuya to sing again, she wasn't sure. Either way, she loved to sing and it was a great feeling to do something she hadn't done in a long time.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 5:39 pm
 WHY CAN'T YOU
PAOPUPAOPUPAOPUSEE?
PAOPUForget it......
I guess I have no choice,
PAOlet's get this over with.Kazuma The light is gone,
but I'll make my own.. 
From within the relatively intact city, a whistling could be heard. Since no other life was around him, his tune continued uninterrupted, as the owner was strolling from one building to the next, his eyes closed. A man of lanky build, he was by no means scrawny, keeping his thin build hidden by his jacket. His zanpakuto hung in its holster, gleaming from the minimal light that was just starting to appear. As early as it was, the city was only beginning to receive light, so the main light source was the cigarette planted firmly in his mouth, illuminating half his face as the other hung in shadow. He loved early mornings like this; it was the time where he could be by himself and do nothing besides walk. Too much time in Hueco Mundo training could be unhealthy or rather, that's what he always thought, and besides, he enjoyed the quietness of Soul Scoiety. If not for the fact that this wasn't their home, he would certainly move here, like Sakuya did. Unlike most of his fellow Sephira, Kaz chose not to make a home here. It was better not to build much closeness, especially when the Shinigami would eventually arrive to try to reclaim their own home. He enjoyed the fight he had during their invasion, not too boring, and not too dificult, and noone died; perfect. He could only imagine who he would eventually face next, perhaps that girl again. Perhaps she got better, he didn't care much. If she did face him, then the result would be the same. After all, he may be a bit of a slacker, but he does have some honor in him, despite his origins.
It was then, after walking around almost all of Soul Society and a thorough realization that he was lost now, that he stumbled upon Zenos entering the house of Sakuya, only the heavens knows what for. Choosing to snoop around, his back was against the wall as he began squirming closer and closer to the window he thought was her bedroom, just below so that he was out of the line of vision. It wasn't before too long after a few words were spoken that Kaz could openly smirk at the familiar sound of ruffling bed-sheets, perhaps the universal sound of sex. Now that he thought about it, he wondered why was Zenos here. Sakuya was the one known to creep to Zenos's home so early in the mornings to watch the man sleep, so he would have assumed this kind of activity to be taken there, at her house. He must have sat there for what could have been hours before he finally heard a shower start, meaning the end. His cig, long past burnt out, was among the two others that were discarded carelessly on the ground where he sat, a fresh one already being smoked with content.
He didn't catch their conversation, and he could only sense Zenos departing, as he always chose to leave without a sound. This was good, as is Zenos found him, he didnt know he would rather deal with. As he was about to get up, the window above him shut loudly, forcing him to take an involuntary intake of air, trying to be as quiet as possible. If she caught him now, he could only imagine the beating he would get; he had to make his escape quick. Realizing there really was no other reason for him to be here anyway, he was on the verge of outright bolting before he heard something else this time, something that completely made him stop in his tracks. It was Sakuya....singing to what he recognized as opera. He would have never guessed the fiery girl to have this side to her, which made it all the more reason to leave. He already had too much information that, if leaked, would spell out a few good bruises that he would have to carry, and as the avoider of all kinds of pain, he would rather not have that.
Just as he was rising, he had to have the luck to hit his head on the edge of the window he was under. The impact rattled the wall his back was against and all he saw as he closed his eyes was a white flash of pain. "Ow! The hell!........" Rubbing his bump slowly to soothe the possible bruise, he realized that he was incredibly loud, as he slowly turned to see if Sakuya has seen him. Already assuming a yes, he was quickly to pull on a sheepish smile, bowing apologetically. "H-hey Sakuya! How's it been? Nice set of pipes ya got there too! I'll just be going now....." A few back steps, and he was prepared to use a sonnido to run away. One of the fastest Sephira among the group, he would have never have thought he would use it for this.....on second thought......he saw this incident coming years ago.....
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 10:14 pm
1571  ┏──────────────┓ xxΖenos Λthanasius xx[Immortal Stranger] xxxxαπό το έδαφος ┗──────────────┛ Malchut Sephira - Being of Lowliness
Once Zenos had exited Sakuya's house in a rushed fashion and his foot had hit the ground outside, he took to the air in a single bound, going forward in an arc instead of straight up into the air. For a few seconds, he simply rode his jump up to its peak, and then let gravity take control, tugging him back to towards the ground. Then, he quickly gathered Reishi beneath his feet and came to a halt in the air. He took a glance back with only his eyes, and saw that his jump had put him quite a distance away from her house. For now, he took to walking across the air while thinking to himself, his destination inevitably being his house, but not intentionally. Now that he was alone and away from all things that could possibly interfere with his decisions- her scent, voice, body, and presence- he was able to clearly think about how he felt. It had been several centuries since he had last felt any emotional connections towards others, the last being his parents, and since then, he had no desire to extensively interact with any other being, and thus was unable to forge bonds between them. Ori and Sebastian were the only two to ever get close to getting to that point, but he viewed Sebastian as nothing more than a tool, and Ori as little more than a leader who could be a potential meal should he be defeated. Now, however, having sex with Sakuya had suddenly drawn out some suppressed desire to be around her. Even now, without her there, he recognized it as a desire to just be there: to stand by her side and protect her, but not to love her. He silently wondered that if that would ever change; if it could ever become love. Logically, he told himself that he couldn't possibly reach that emotional plateau, but his heart was saying that if mere sex had the potential to cause him to gravitate towards her, then spending time with her, sharing things with her, and interacting with her, would certainly cause an even more radical change in him. After several minutes of decisive thinking, he had absentmindedly reached his house, a sight which caused him to leave his thoughts to the side and focus on his surroundings.
Now that he was properly alert to all things material, his senses picked up on something seven yards away in a southwest direction. His eyes darted towards in this direction to rest on a Gray Wolf who was staring at him intently from a thicket of bushes at the edge of the forest that surrounding most of his house. Zenos locked eyes with the wolf, the stare-down reminding him of the multiple encounters that he, a full blooded Vampire, had with the warring and supposedly enemy race- the Werewolves. Of course, this had been while he had been alive- or rather, undead- since, now that he was a spirit, he was never found by another of their kind again, not even when he returned to Athens after becoming a Vasto Lorde. After multiple clashes with them, he had to admit that despite the Vampire community's outlook on them, they were undoubtedly strong and he couldn't fault them for that. If it came to be that Zenos needed to combat one of them, he did it with a sense of desiring the fight, not killing it because the Community deemed them a threat. That's just how he was, and he always had been. Zenos was a man with his own personal agenda, and he did not let the goals of those he allied himself with hold prevalence over his own. After several seconds of a staring contest between the two, the wolf disappeared into the forest, leaving Zenos with another thought. With his attention on the past, he remembered now, that Hei had come up with a wolf-themed Resurrección for himself and had used it. In the past, Zenos saw Hei as the type that was all alone, and in the distant past, he would have never seen a group-orientated animal as fitting with his personality. Now, however, Hei had a family, or his own pack, so it seemed more appropriate. Hei had been like Zenos; they had both been alone. It didn't appear that either of them would change, but Hei had turned away from that path, he stopped being alone and he found something else.
As his thoughts quickly returned to the present, Zenos turned his gaze towards the house before he slid his eyes shut and turned back in the direction of Sakuya's house. With a defeated sigh to mark the alignment of his heart and brain on this matter, Zenos slipped his right foot forward and began his journey back towards her house. It took him a little while, but he arrived to the scent of Kazuma lingering on the side of the house where Sakuya's window lay. In a half-second of unexplainable irritation, Zenos solidly appeared behind him and reached out to grab him by the collar, and then flicked his hand back to effortlessly toss him across the lake behind him. With Kazuma out of the way, Zenos vanished once more and appeared outside of her bedroom door, which he pushed open. Though he had heard it before, he could hear her singing more clearly now. It was certainly beautiful, even if Zenos was not concerned with music. Shutting the door behind him, he made his way over to her bed, stopping before he reached its edge. He glanced down at a half of one of the poles for her bed that she had destroyed when he had first arrived, then bent down to pick one of them up. He studied it for a second, looked at the bed which was missing the lower halves of the poles due to their roughhousing, and then looked back at the ground. Seconds later, he made up his mind and directed his outstretched fingers to the window, where a stone outside was reduced to sand. Moving that sand with his mind alone, he manipulated it to approach the window and ease itself into the cracks to force it open, and then guided it inside. At this point, Zenos had sand floating around his body, which he quickly directed to pick up the eight halves of the posts, which he fit together, then used bands of sand to keep the two pieces connected. Once this was completed, he directed the sand to lift up the top of her bed into the air, and then waved his hands to cause the poles to fit themselves onto the bed. After this, he directed the top to ease itself into the tops of the poles, and after he had found a balance through minute adjustments, he quickly released the sand and pointed his finger at the top of the bed and released a beam of light from it that struck it and instantly turned the top of the bed and the poles to stone, which effectively bonded the poles, top, and bed back together. Of course, there was an extra layer of stone surrounding each part so that the individual pieces would bond, but it was very thin, and each piece remained just as smooth as they had been before Sakuya had killed them. After her bed was fixed, he flicked his wrist towards the window and sent the sand outside, directing it to close the window once it was out. Zenos dropped his hands, and bent over to retrieve the veil that had been cut in half. He could certainly sew it back together, but it wouldn't look that nice.
Up until now, Zenos had been seemingly ignoring Sakuya as he had yet to lock eyes with her, but as he let the veil slip through his fingers and fall to the floor, he looked up at her and passed her a look that was somewhere between his normal looked of indifference, and a reassuring smile. He released his Silent Motion ability, which returned the sounds his body made to her ears, the first of which would be the padding of his bare feet on her bedroom's carpet as he gracefully approached the side of her bed, and extended a hand to her, extending his finger to point to her clothes. "So this is what you look like with clothes on." He said in jest- his attempt at a joke- as he sat down on the edge of her bed and hunched over. He quickly put his elbows to his thighs, and laced his fingers together as he turned his head towards her. The longer he looked, the more he was entranced, and the more he was entranced, the more the possibility of his feelings changing went up. If Hei could do it, then so could he. Even if he didn't love her now, there was always the future. He breathed through barely parted lips; the words that he was preparing to say came to rest on his tongue, practically dancing across its tip in anticipation. Then his lips parted more, and he uttered the words that he knew were going to drastically alter his future. "I have decided that... that I will protect you, eternally and at any cost. My body is yours, you may use it however you wish." ...and thus the world is petrified. ►Translations◄
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 1:30 pm
 ɳɘɪɗɑ Ѻɿȶɪɀɀ ﹃ The Gevurah Sephira was residing in the Seireitei city for the time being. Being a creature who did not prefer awaking up to early but also not sleeping in too late, Neida awoke precisely when she wanted to. A soft yawn came from the woman as she sleep the covers off herself and brought her legs about to the side of the bed, where her shoes were. She was sleeping in her clothes -which weren't wrinkled at all, since she never tossed or turned- and her Zanpakuto was right next to the bed she was using. She felt out of place here, this epicurean room was so daunting, she had never known anyone to live in a room quiet like this. But she could never imagine how someone could sleep in such a room which other souls in Soul Society lived in slums. This room had had the roof of it blown off due to the near by explosion of the 12 Division. Neida wasn't one to decorate stuff, since she didn't like getting attached to inanimate things. So she left things as were, and when it rained or something, she would go somewhere else. Thankfully, the bed was covered by what roof was left behind, so the bed never collected any rain. A chirping bird suddenly snapped her attention to itself. It chirped and looked straight at her. With a glare, she turned her eyes from it and exited the room through the door. As soon as she stepped out of the housing, a large hole was right or the door, she stepped onto air as she continued walking. It was amazing how the building had not fallen in, but she deduced that the grounding for the building must have been extravagantly sound.
Neida turned around to look at the building, she lifted her hand and charged Reiryoku into it. She unleashed a Cero that would bring the entire building down. After the blast turned the building into rubble, she opened her mouth after Sonidoing away from the billowing smoke. "I detest people who live a life of luxury while others suffer." She could only say this, since it's how she felt. She slipped her bo staff through her sash on her back. "Dammit... now I'll have to find somewhere else to sleep." She cursed for not thinking ahead of her sudden burst of anger. Only being about 50 feet in the air, she slowing starting walking and falling toward the ground at the same time. Her hands were beside here as she walked. The area where she had slept wasn't the place where she was moderating. It had actually been abandoned due to the explosion and most of the buildings being to fragile to live in. The Arrancar was home sick to be honest, but she was told they need to stay in Seireitei for the time being. A year had passed and the Shinigami still had not returned. She was confident that the Gotei 13 had not disbanded, but they seemed to be taking their time to recover. Were they planing something huge? Perhaps the 12th Division Captain had made a way so that all of the Captains could become like himself, Vizard. Though, during her fight, she noticed that the one of the males she was battling with was against his ascension of power. Neida sighed and leaped into the air, she sat on the side of a wall as she looked up at the sky. She wasn't in the mood to train, she wasn't in the mood to do anything but just relax and imagine the sun as Hueco Mundo's moon. ﹄
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 1:42 pm
—¤÷(`[¤* S A K U Y A ■ K Y Z N E T S O V *¤]´)÷¤—
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_____________________ Sakuya was so entranced by singing that she missed the sound of Kazuma hitting his head on the windowsill. She didn’t, however, miss his voice. She was turned away from the window so she couldn’t see him, though that was probably in his best interest. The amount of anger on her face at that moment was enough to cause a man to spontaneously combust from fear. The record continued to play in the background as Sakuya growled and gritted her teeth. Sage Thanatos had told her that she needed to control her anger as it was a major hindrance to her achieving her true power, but this was too much. Her mind burned with questions and with each one she got more and more pissed. Did he hear her singing? When did he get there? Had he been there when Zenos was? Was he listening to them have sex?! That last one was the most infuriating to her. Had it been anyone but Zenos she wouldn’t have given two shits about him being there and probably would have even invited him to join if he was so inclined, but she’d wanted what she had with Zenos to be a special thing between just the two of them. The thought of that not being true anymore was too much.
Her Reiastu pressure became steadily apparent as she raged. It was now moving her clothes and hair as if the room was filled with gusting winds. “KA….ZU…..MA…” his name escaped her mouth in a demonic growl. She then slid her foot under her katana and, with quick flick of her toes, flipped it into the air after which she caught the sword one handed. The blade seemed to hiss it’s compliance of her anger as she drew it. Sakuya was angry, and when Sakuya gets angry, people get cut. Kazuma was about to become another statistic as far as she was concerned. Ally or not invading her privacy in such a manner was unforgivable to her. She turned fully intending to dash at the other Sephira and gut him like the catch of the day, but she was surprised to find no one there. What the hell? Was I just hearing things? She walked over to the window and looked around to see if he hand ran somewhere but he was nowhere to be found. Sakuya growled again as she returned her katana to its proper place within its saya.
she said with an exasperated sigh. The katana was placed carefully against the wall so that it wouldn’t fall. Feeling that it would be best to calm herself down over the perceived false alarm, Sakuya reset the needle on the record and began to sing along once more, this time looking out the window at the sereneness that was the lake. She was preoccupied with this that she didn’t see Zenos return to the room nor was she alerted to his presence until he began to speak. Had she not heard his voice multiple times earlier, she would have instantly drawn her katana again and pointed it at the intruder. Instead she merely smiled and turned to face him, putting one hand on her hip as she responded to his jest, however not before noticing that he had fixed her bed for her. “The wrapping is kinda dull when you’ve already seen what’s inside of the box, huh?” Sakuya didn't laugh at her double entendre, but instead tilted her head to the side slightly and a look of curiosity arose on her face as she watched Zenos. He seemed like he had something important to say. When he drew in a breath in preparation of speaking her muscles tensed up slightly out of anticipation. Her heart seemed to stop as he spoke. She had never expected something like that, if anything Sakuya expected him to tell her to stay out of his sight from here on out. Her hands slowly moved over her bosom were they rested as if she was trying to externally force her racing heart to calm down. She wasn’t sure what to do or say. “Zenos…I…I…” As she tried to respond she began to cry slightly, not from sadness, but joy. Before she knew it she had run across the room and wrapped her arms around his neck. She held him for a moment before speaking once more. “You don’t have to protect me…just please stay with me.” Sakuya couldn’t help but laugh at herself internally. She had been trying to cut off emotional attachments to others, and here she was asking Zenos to stay by her side. It was funny how things can turn around.
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 4:41 pm
WHY CAN'T YOU
PAOPUPAOPUPAOPUSEE?
PAOPUForget it......
I guess I have no choice,
PAOlet's get this over with.Kazuma The light is gone,
but I'll make my own..
Now this wasn't a situation where he wanted to be, he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. "Yo Sakuya, having fun?" He could see his life flashing before his life, predeath and after. He lived a good life, a full life.....oh hell, she had her katana raised and his was in his holster. Then, he was magically lifted into the air, and subsequently thrown into the air, perhaps to heaven? It was an odd feeling to be sure. One minute he was hearing Sakuya singing, then her unbridled rage and doom, and the next moment; he was soaring in the air like a bird. Though, in those brief seconds, he thought this was better then Sakuya's rage, that much was certain. Bending his head back as he soared, he saw with his upside down vision Zenos again, seemed he was the one who threw him. "Ah well, that's life for ya....." Sighing, the exact moment where he would have hit the water has been halted, as Kaz was, in a sense, back on his feet. Gaining enough concentration to walk on the air, his hair has half submerged, his feet firmly planted on air. With a quick sonnido, he was right side up, wringing out his hair, standing on the water's surface, just enough to a repeating ripple to form.
"Man, really, where are those guys anyway?" He was referring to the shinigami. They should have been here by now, it was only natural. He highly doubted they would really settle in the human world, after all, look what they left behind....speaking of which. It was during his inner monologue that he felt distant shockwaves, followed by a plume of smoke that appeared in the sky somewhere in the distance. "Haa, do you guys really have to destroy more of this place?" He had nothing better to do, and besides, he needed to do something, something that wouldn't get him killed again. Using sonnido, he quickly closes the gap to where the blast was creating smoke, eventually stumbling upon what he could tell was a beautiful home. Scratching his head curiously, he looks around for the source for the damage. It was there he found th silhouette of a woman staring upwards. With enough wind clearing the smoke and getting cloer, he could indentify the woman as Neida, a longing expression plastered on her face.
"Yo, Neida, got a grudge against the wealthy?" It was easy to find the source, she was the only one in the area. Who else could charge a cero powerful enough to destroy a house of that size? Not one for luxuries himself, he wasn't as extreme as her to go around destroying buildings however. He lived where he could, didn't really complain about expenses much. Kicking apart some rubble out of his way, he could see from the remains of the insignias lying about, that it was related to the twelfth division, which meant that scary guy's from the last fight. He remembered him and his scary demeanor, how couldn't he? He was surprised to see the man pull off a Resurrección, let alone go up against Zenos, one of the more serious combatants. Surprising thing was, he wasn't the leader. It was scary to think the Gotei 13 had scary guys like that, he sure wouldn't want to tackle those guys.
"Something up?" Bending, he was staring at the woman from a lower angle, looking up with a curious face. It wasn't as though he was on bad terms with her, which was why he could talk to her.. In fact, he wasn't really on "bad" terms with any in the group. Always laid back and lackadaisical, he tries not to anger any feathers, things always went south in a flash when people argue. More of a watcher of that sort of thing, he really didn't want to say that he just came back from catching a peep show with Sakuya and Zenos, he had pride for goodness sake.
[Post for Kaz~ So this is where he was -forgotsz- o xo]
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 12:25 am
513 ┏──────────────┓ xxΖenos Λthanasius xx[Immortal Stranger] xxxxαπό το έδαφος ┗──────────────┛ Malchut Sephira - Being of Lowliness
It had been a while since he had seen a girl get emotional, so he was a little on edge when she suddenly embraced him and started to cry. Being a creature of little expressed emotion and even less experience with them, he could not distinguish a difference between tears of joy and tears of sadness. Of course, judging from her reaction of hugging and clinging to him like a cat, he assumed she must have been happy. With this thought, he relaxed a little, even after she more or less refused his proposition. Technically refusal was a bit harsh, but on the outside it appeared that way. It couldn't be helped, he suspected, considering they didn't really know each other; they were bound to say stuff that the other didn't care for. Still though, he wasn't going to back down against that. It was his strongest feeling for the moment, so he was going to act on it.
The instant she had put her arms around him, his hands had darted away from his lap as if on instinct, almost as if to say "I wasn't going to touch anything." It was clearly a ridiculous reflex considering he had previously done unspeakable things to her and the reverse had also applied. However, a reaction was a reaction, and he overcame it just the same. He inched his hands towards her waist, and once he touched her body, he pulled his hands away immediately. Then, with a little hesitance, he finally grabbed onto her waist and pulled her into his lap. It was almost humorous that he had pulled away to begin with when there were clothes involved, but now that he was seeing her dressed, he was looking at her as more of a person now. There was a level of respect for her that was surfacing, one that was on the same level of respect he held for Hei's sister. Certainly they were supposed to be classified as enemies, but he did not share Ori's agenda, and he still respected Yuki as a person.
"I wouldn't go that far," He began in a quiet, somewhat monotone voice. "You're still very gorgeous when you're dressed up, and there's plenty to look at; I just happen to prefer your bare skin, that's all. Clothes hide your natural beauty and cover it up with alluring colors and shapes." He glanced down towards her chest and then craned his neck to look at her back side, catching the sight of the top of her underwear sticking out of the top of her skirt. "Underwear, is an exception. But that’s enough about my preferences. I'm going to do what I said I would; and I meant it, every word. I won't leave you either." Then, with the same amount of hesitance, he put a light kiss on her cheek then pulled back, letting his hands adjust her positioning so that his fingers were tucked under the elastic of her skirt, but not far enough to reach anything. They were simply there for his own reasons. ...and thus the world is petrified. ►Translations◄
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 12:39 pm
┗I am below the Praise, the Majesty, the Splendour, the Submission.┓
_____ ┗I am below the Pillar of Mercy, Perpetuality, the Victorious..┓
__________┗I am above the Kingdom, the creation of the creators..┓
___________________________ ┗But most of all.. I am the reflection of all my Brothers and Sisters;┓
___________┗The Balancer of their reflections..┓  Jacques appeared near Sakuya and Zenos. His sword crashing down in to the ground with his right hand at the end of the handle. He looked down at the two, "Zenos.. I don' like this.." If Zenos knew what little one needed to know of Jacques, he would understand what Jacques meant. In a moment of something one hears few of from Jacques, he began to speak more than incomplete sentences. "It has been over a year since we fought them. They have yet to arrive, and have sent none to see if we were even still here. I doubt they won't come soon.. I don't like the feeling of not knowing what is coming, Zenos.." Jacques looks to Sakuya, letting the red line tattoos over his face connect through a blink. The look on his size showed he was questioning her. Jacques lifts the large blade, letting it fall back on his shoulder. He turns from the two in a kneel, ".. You shouldn't have, Zenos..."
Jacques disappears as he came; in a small sonido. He approaches Kazuma, who is checking out the destruction caused by Neida. He walks to Kaz and puts a hand on his shoulder, "She is a hotheaded one at times, Kazuma.. Watch it, or she could hurt you." He chuckles and smiles, knowing that the Gevurah was simply irritated by what the building had once held within its walls.
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 4:27 pm
 The trash washes up to shore ▼ even in this landlocked place ▼ The s**t gets thicker ▼ Its toxic
Get it out of my face
Ori, after an nine months of 'rest', snapped from the trance that carried his mind. The snapping was nothing but a figure of speech as he did not jerk in any way, but his mind did suddenly return to his body. His eyes slid open indolently and were visibly only sclera, as black as they were, for a good amount of time, about five minutes, before his sharp bright blue pupil slid down from his skull and dilated on the floor. When this occurred, a lagging sigh slid from the unused cords within Ori's trachea, resulting in something quite hoarse. Ori was refreshed and rejuvenated to the utmost feeling. He noted that Zenos was gone before he even realized that he was still attached to his machine. He felt for the others in the area while he slid from the three pipe attachments along his spine and squinted in disdain at what he was going to do next. For the next few months he would be working along side the machine to create various things that were to benefit his 'team' in the long run. However, after many months he had it come to an end.
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Ori was in the small seat of the 'resting' machine and fiddling with some things before sticking his head up and rolled out of the small space he was in. Ori rolled halfway down the machine and dismounted off of the surface when his feet next touched it. Ori landed with ease and threw his hand toward his machine before it began to break down into a large amount of reishi and began to flow into his palm. Just as the last particle slid into his palm, it began to glow a blackish-purple glow and he threw it up. The palm, now facing the sky, suddenly let an outpour of the same colored reishi into the sky before it formed a swirling vortex in the middle of the Seireitei sky, just below the Sekki Sekki barrier. His image then began to form in it and it was full of loathing emotion. "Good morning Sephira. I have but two things to point out, or rather to address. One is the way I may have dealt with you all. You all who were fighting the Shinigami did well, but were just expected of more, by me. I will not lower my standings of you all, but I will simply say that my criticism of you all were purely of my own expectations, and was in no way to demean you. If it did, I apologize for that. Secondly, it is obvious that there will be a change of tactics for the expecting Shinigami return. It has been a year and six months and I am aware of what Zenos has done and appreciate his assertiveness in this direction. I will, however, advise you all keep to your training and be ready for any imminent assault by returning forces. We were saved by their retreat, but their return will end them! Let this be your drive. You must seize your own power! I have nothing more to speak of. You all are fine on your own, but you all must remember we are Sephira. And if one falls, others shall as well."
Ori sighed as his image began to fade in the sky and the reishi began to pour back into his body. That was buy far the farthest from his personality and was completely uncomfortable. He felt it was necessary to address that he believed in their power, but expected more from what he believed in. It was a selfish thing to do, but with Ori, and the situation he was throwing them into, he felt that it was a necessary expectation, and one that they were blind to see. Ori felt that the Sephira went in with the mentality that Shinigami were completely daft and debile. Hell, Ori had gone in with that, but he soon fixed how he felt and the way he handled the situation. Ori believe that everyone, aside from Zenos, did not change their outlook. Hopefully with their defeat, the Sephira would now understand where their fault was.
Running his right hand through his hair before letting it fall to his hilt. He looped his finger around it and slid down to the Tsuba before falling down to the blade that was attained by his hybridization. Ori slid it from its saya and twirled it around his finger before slinging it through the ground, throwing dirt into the air. It was a decent length, but nothing to long. It was around three feet but weighed close to nothing. Its name was almost a description of its physical self. Kuuhaku was fitting to its ability and its physical being. Ori tossed it up and let it stab into the ground before him and stepped his left foot on its Tsuka. "I suppose we wait now."
My name is Ori Shikoku De Nō ▲ one you will not understand ▲ I am one you will fear ▲ and one who will break your will My being is power: There is no reason to be afraid.
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 11:48 am
ɳɘɪɗɑ Ѻɿȶɪɀɀ ﹃ Neida sat on the way with her left leg crossed over her right and her Zanpakuto resting on her lap. Her left hand was supporting herself from falling backwards as he right held her slouched over head which her elbow was on her thigh. Her feminine right pinkie nail was tracing itself along her lips as she was looking around the area thanks to the slight accession of height. The Arrancar male named Kazuma had apparently thought he needed to make light of the situation or seem to just talk to her. While any other time this would have been annoying to her, and she would have just ignored him or just said a few words, she shrugged and said, "No, not really. I just don't like some Shinigami." her eyes were finally focused on him; for the moment.
When he continued and asked if something was bothering her or whatever it was he was trying to get out of her, she simply glared at him. Neida could care less about men, and she didn't particularly like any of the males in the Sephira besides Ori, who she never honestly considered a male. Zenos was one of the examples of men she wasn't found of; Kazuma seemed to be like any of male, slightly immature for place in the Sephira. "No." She replied finally after a few brief seconds after his question. Jacques, another Arrancar male suddenly used a Sonido and appeared beside Kazuma, lifting a hand to his shoulder to do whatever it was meant to do; obviously a friendly gesture. "You are a fool if you think know me, Yosed Jonghelinck." If looks could destroy as well, hers would be ripping him apart slowly. The Keter of Will's reiatsu was abrupt as she looked toward the direction of the forming Reishi of his image. She listened intuitively knowing what it was about. A exhale was heard as she slide of the wall with her Zanpakuto in her right, she landed gracefully to the side of the two other Arrancars. "We are basically waiting for the enemy to return to their own camp. If the Gotei 13 were smart, they would just wait a millenia; then we would probably be bored of waiting for them and return to Hueco Mundo... or they would travel to Hueco Mundo and take our base. Anyway, I cannot argue with the Sephira Lead's orders, it is how I see things." She said aloud and not directed to any one really. ﹄
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 12:11 am
WHY CAN'T YOU
PAOPUPAOPUPAOPUSEE?
PAOPUForget it......
I guess I have no choice,
PAOlet's get this over with.Kazuma The light is gone,
but I'll make my own.. 
"Yeah Neida, I can see that after all this devastation." With a small chuckle, his thumb was pointing to the smoldering rubble behind him that was once a building, and now just a vent for her rage. This was not his lucky day when it came with woman. One minute he was fine with a smoke, the next he was flying through the air and now getting pierced by eye daggers? Honestly, he had feelings, as well as he hid them at any rate. Just as was ready to turn and leave, a hand rested on his shoulder, automatically his hand reaching for his gun, on instinct. His head turned, his sharp eyes instantly relaxed when he found the owner, Jacques. A man of few words, Kazuma would tell he was someone you would want in a barfight.....metaphorically speaking off course. Smiling at the man, he rested his gun to his holster, an eye resting on the man.
"Yeah, I know Jacques, but y'know-?" Reaching into his pocket for another smoke, he laughs once more before popping in another cigarette, quickly lighting it. "-I love a woman who can kick my a**." Enjoying himself quite thoroughly, his eyes caught the bottom of the image that was appearing of their leader, his head raising to see the full image and catch his version of a pep talk. Once it was done, he grounded his down cig before sighing out one last plume, his hands resting comfortably in his pockets. It was only after Neida voiced her opinion that Kazuma decided to voice his own. "Well, its pretty hard to imagine that they would just wait for so long. We gotta be ready for anything I guess. Good luck to you guys when that time comes,alright?." Whistling a tune, he waves the two off before using a sonnido, quickly arriving to a rooftop that wasn't reduced to rubble by previous battles or Neida.
"Hell, he makes it sound like their coming right now......."
With that he closes his eyes, already dreaming. In it, he was once again his old samurai self, helping the "girl" that started all of it. What he thought was simply helping a poor girl resulted in his death, and eventually, after a hell hole of trials, battles, and such, he ended up in this state. His eyes opening after the exact moment when he first joined the Sephira, he was staring at the clouds that were passing by. It was odd, but Kaz usually had the same recurring dream when he was going to be dragged into another fight, and he knew he couldn't run away from this one, Ori would have his head if he did.
"Ah, to hell with that...." Grumbling to himself, he forcefully shut his eyes again, trying to sleep to no avail.
[Bah, Suigetsu account is giving me some problems, just posting this with this acc until I get control again = x=]
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 6:20 pm
Hod Sephira
=========================================== Arian Aes =========================================== The blood has dried
The embers are dead”3cm!” yelled out Arian, as his eyes shot open. Due to the shock, he attempted to bolt up into a sitting position from his back-to-the-ground lying position, but was prevented from doing so by his thick armor, causing him to look quite humorous while possibly spraining his neck and back in the process. Slumping back, Arian sighed as he realized it was only a dream ”Ah, it was just getting to the good part.” he commented aloud, as he rubbed his eyes with his hand ”Bah, might as well get up then.” with that he once again attempted to sit back up, but found that he was still unable to get the deed done. Not one to give up, and not one to quickly learn from past mistakes, Arian made several attempts, each time falling short and slumping back, and each time leaving him more exhausted than the last.
”Ah, that’s right. I’ll just roll over and push myself up.” he exclaimed with glee as he rolled over to his left enthusiastically. However, he failed to take into consideration his environment, and before he could finish turning a full 180 degrees, he fell into the pond that was right beside him ”Wa--!” he yelled out as he sank to the bottom, making quite a splash as he did so. Bubbles began to rise to the surface rapidly; however, as the seconds ticked by they began to slow down until they disappeared completely. For a moment, the pond was eerily silent, until Arian’s gauntlet came bursting out of the water, waving above the surface frantically before managing to take hold of the rock boundary that lined the pond. Adrenaline surging through his veins Arian scrambled to pull his heavily armored self up, crawling back to the surface drenched and panting from nearly drowning himself in a pond, something that would look quite bad.
After recovering, Arian shook himself free of the water, in a manner similar to a dog or a cat after a bath, and stood up, stretching his body and giving out a brief but audible yawn ”Man, what a way to start the day.” he commented as he scratched his head, taking a good look around. He had found himself in Fourth Division’s barracks, most probably after he had gotten drunk when he got hold of some of the Squad’s alcohol. Fortunately for him, he didn’t suffer from the hangover, which would most likely result in Zenos’ swift and most likely painful reprimanding, and that was if Ori decided his tomfoolery was too minor for him to get directly involved, otherwise Arian would be in for a world of hurt and more, something he shuddered to think of.
Just as he decided to hit the pantry for a bit of a snack, Ori’s image suddenly blanketed the sky, much to Arian’s surprise. As their leader seemingly apologized for him scolding them, and advised them about the Shinigami’s expected return, Arian kept quiet; giving his full attention to the orders they were being given. As the broadcast ended, Arian let out another audible sigh, this time much more longer than his first one ”Ah man, guess it’s time to fight again.” he whined out, his bulky figure slumping in depression before perking up and standing back up again ”Oh well, guess it can’t be helped. Orders are orders and that’s that. Now, I wonder where the others are.” Arian asked aloud as he jogged out of the barracks, running through the winding streets looking for the others.But the fire still burns
Inside my head
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 9:25 am
┗I am below the Praise, the Majesty, the Splendour, the Submission.┓
_____ ┗I am below the Pillar of Mercy, Perpetuality, the Victorious..┓
__________┗I am above the Kingdom, the creation of the creators..┓
___________________________ ┗But most of all.. I am the reflection of all my Brothers and Sisters;┓
___________┗The Balancer of their reflections..┓ Jacques could see Kazuma reach for his weapon, but knew Kaz would know better once he had seen who the hand belonged to. Jacques smiles and chuckles as Kaz mentions the type of woman he likes. He nodded, "Neida's your type, then." He jumps back a little as Neida hisses at him with her remark. Jacques did know more than she thought, but she was right in the sense of him knowing less of her than he knew of many others. He raises a hand in pardon, "You are right, Gevurah, I do not know you as you know yourself.. Remember though, I meant no disgrace, only a joke."
He keeps a smiles, but loses it once he hears Ori's voice. He listens intently, and does a nod once it is finished; even though Ori could not see it, it was a natural thing for him to nod to orders. He looks to Neida as she is the first of the group of three to speak. He agreed with what she said, and then he nods to Kazuma with his parting words, waving him off as well. Jacques turns to Neida, using names instead of rank when he was speaking full sentences, "Neida, we can't rely on Zenos and Sakuya to be set-minded in the battle ahead.. I found them in an embrace, meaning they have - in some fashion - fallen for one another. Their heads will be clouded by this. I may be wrong, but we should still consider if one is to fall.. the other may abandon their post; especially if Sakuya is the one to fall. It is the frailty of men to seek their beloved lady if that lady has fallen in combat.." He shoulders the zweihander blade, and looks down at Neida. Strangely enough, he found himself attached to her, like a brother and sister. They seemed to get along as such, so he picked on her while she became irate and yelled at him; in the sense, besides size, he was as an older brother to a little sister. He teased and made comments to irritate her, but would protect her and care for her safety. He sometimes wondered what Neida thought of him, or if she even thought of any other Sephira at all. Anyways, most of the others were just ranks to him, but Neida would always be Neida. To Jacques, rank was rank, a name was a person.
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 9:36 pm
910   Hakase Hei Jūnibantai Taichō
"...allow me to show you a fate worse than death." Hei's Garganta ripped open near the wreckage of the former 12th Division Labs; it wasn't difficult to place its exit there considering that's where he practically lived for a couple hundred years. As he stepped out and onto the burned remains of his buildings, the Garganta snapped shut behind him, fading into the air within a few seconds. Hei glanced around momentarily, taking in his surroundings as he knew he had plenty of time to do so. Over the many months he had to himself- when he wasn't caring for his family- he had modified his Haori into a replacement Tōkaikoromo so that his Reiatsu would remain erased as long as he was wearing it. Because of this, he'd have to be seen or heard for the Sephira to find him; not that he cared. It wasn't as though he was scared to be found, but more that he was busy looking through the remains of what he once treasured and held above most else, and thus couldn't be bothered to seek out a fight and would probably avoid one for the time being. Truth be told he wasn't terribly interested in fighting today, as he would much rather "A pity." He muttered to himself as he moved a burnt, twisted piece of metal with the tip of his foot, generating a soft grinding noise until he stopped. "To have to start all over again after nearly a century of painstaking work is beneath me, yet I can do nothing else. There's hope to be had that the Sephira prove to be worthy test subjects. I don't expect to leave any of them in the same shape I find them..."
As his low words drifted off into the air, Hei rose from his former crouching state that he had taken in the middle of his monologue. Once fully upright he shut and opened his eyes to turn on their secondary abilities, and then did a scan of the area. As his focus scanned the back of his head, he spotted three masses of color- to signify the Sephira's emotions- that were in the area that used to play host to his old room. Ever since he had moved back into the mansion, he had cleaned just about everything out of there, thought it was possible he had left some things there just in case; he couldn't quite recall at the moment. As he had not been searching for the Sephira while looking through the wreckage, he had not felt their dormant Reiatsu, and it was only because of his eyes' new ability to read emotion that he had actually spotted them. Given the current distance between him and their group, it was impossible that he had been heard. Shutting his eyes, Hei deactivated their secondary function, and then began making his way towards the Sephira group, but made no effort to conceal his presence other than his already hidden Reiatsu.
He arrived soon enough to overhear the larger Sephira speak of Zenos and someone named Sakuya, namely that they had been found in an embrace. This information didn’t entirely concern him, but on a personal level, he was somewhat amused that Zenos had somehow managed to unearth his own emotions that he had lost so long ago. Allowing Jacques' words to pour into his mind and settle in his thoughts, he mulled them over for a half-second, and then immediately dismissed them as ridiculous. Zenos wasn't that kind of person; for starters he would never engage with anyone who was that much weaker than himself, and for that matter, even if he was to save someone, he would manage it without interrupting the battle. That was simply how he knew the Sephira did things. He had also mentioned something to the effect of men always seeking to save their female counterparts, and this idea was met with an internal laugh, if only because it was so amusing how it was the opposite that applied to himself and Yuki. In the past, Jacques' logic may have held some weight, but these days- despite the front he put up- Yuki did more of the seeking than he did. She had gotten much more powerful, that was for sure. It almost made him wonder how his second daughter would turn out.
Breathing an amused sigh, Hei looked at the remnants of his former living accommodations and decided that it was not destroyed by the explosion Tsukiko had made; it was too far away. Someone else had done it, he was sure of that much, but truth be told he didn't care all that much. That room was no longer his, and his mansion was long gone; his only home right now was that two-bedroom apartment and he was quite content with that. Aside from his labs, the mansion, and the archives, everything else seemed to be relatively intact, so he was curious as to whether or not Yuki's apartment had been left untouched. It wouldn't make a difference in terms of valuables or possessions, but he would at least like to ensure that there was some manner of comfortable living arrangements for his sister and daughter when they got back. After a quick once-over of the rubble, Hei turned away from the blast site of the Cero and began to move off in the other direction, leading himself away from the airborne Sephira as if they posed no threat to him.
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II Palmtop Tiger II Vice Captain
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