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 Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 9:18 pm
((Torrik? O_O; I'm gonna die, aren't I?))
Fefnir spotted Yuki across the place (and it had to be Yuki. The attitude was all her) and gave her a little wave, calling her to his own table, where he had a cup of black coffee sitting in front of himself. His whole demeanor suggested he was much more mature than his form showed, and he hoped that she would recognize his mannerisms enough to know it was him.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 9:28 pm
(( Oh don't flip, I told you it's unofficial so he can't kill us XD ))
Yuki was a little suprised to see a little girl waving at her from only a few tables away. She seemed rather energetic in her waving... and she was drinking black coffee, woah. She looked behind her to see if anyone else was responding to the kid like it was theirs. Just to make sure the little girl was calling Yuki she pointed to herself, silently asking if she was calling her.
The little girl persisted, and Yuki gave up the fight, she could babysit a brat for a little wile if worst came to worse. She moved over to the girl's table and sat down... She had Fefnir's red eyes.... Yuki all but bust out laughing.
"Fefnir?!... That can't be you!... I thought being a captain came with a gigai!"
She said though spirts of laughter.
It was just then that she felt a dramatic increase in the spiritual pressure. Something big was coming her way. She flipped her bag around so she could grab the cell phone senser, she set it on the table just in case any orders came and kept wary of the huge pressure in the immediate aria.... Hoping that her gigai would do all in it's power to mask her spiritual pressure.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 9:54 pm
"Yeah, yeah... laugh it up," Fefnir said, trying not to stare at Yuki's... hat. Yeah... her hat. He had to admit, her gigai looked great. The normal shinigami robes didn't really do her justice. Oh, and the jeans. Good god, the jeans! Yuki looked absolutely gorgeous. "Damn it, Maxi! I'll get you for this..." Fefnir said under his breath, then said, "Moving PAST my stupid body... How's everything going with Squad 13? I've been meaning to come and visit, but Xeion keeps me busy. Same with Una-chan, my daughter," He paused for a moment and took another sip of his cofee, just resting lightly in his chair and hoping to look a slight bit cool.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 9:59 pm
((Yup... You're safe for now I guess.))
It was at this point when Torrik began jumping from building to building. He found the hight of the structures perfect for his personal recon mission. Once he reached a good vantage point, he continued to look around for anything unusual or for something he found slightly funny. He still had yet to run into any high spirit energies or other hollows. This area seemed to be perfectly quiet. Unfortunately, this was beginning to get a little boring for him and fast. It wasn't that he wasn't interested in what he had to look at, but eventually, it was just the same thing over and over again. People walking, people doing dumb things, man gets hit by car... yup... definately getting old.
Figuring that it was finally safe for him to venture down below, Torrik was about to leap from his perch when something really odd caught his eye. Amongst to bland and common business suits and sports jackets sat a very odd individual indeed. The location appeared to be a dining facility just below the building which he stood. His brown eyes narrowed as they focused on just what he was suddenly so intrigued about.
It was a woman. She appeared to be just sitting there, chattering with a younger female. It wasn't what they were doing or saying that interested him so much but the outfit that the older woman wore was so stupid but so fascinating that he just couldn't look away. Wondering just who created and designed some of the stuff humans wore these days, Torrik let out a sigh as his curiosity drove him over the edge of the building where he landed softly into the sidewalk below.
Glancing around upon his landing, he made sure that there was no spirits or any possible enemies in disguise who could actually see him before moving on. Being only half a block away from where the woman in question resided, he walked casually amongst the humans as if he too were just a part of the normal life here. Occasionally, he'd bump into someone who'd let out a "hey!?" or a "What was that just now?" and there was even one woman who looked at the male stranger next to her with a look of rage before punching him in the face as Torrik had accidentally bumped into her in just the perfect moment.
As he neared the woman in question, he couldn't help but notice a steady rise in spirit energy. Though it wasn't a large spike, he still made sure to pay close attention to his surroundings. Surely if it was something important, then he had to be on his toes and ready for anything unexpected.
Instead of just walking up to her like some kind of inexperienced stalker, he was going to take the experienced route by cutting through the cafe and merely take a glance as he walked by. He did just that- weaving his way around the tables and the squabbling humans that were seated there at the time. He was about twelve feet away from the flashy outfit and the woman who wore them when he took a glance out of the corner of his eye. By this time, the rise in the spirit pressure had stopped and was remaining stable while he made his passing glance. He was no fool- the woman was the one giving off the pressure. Surely she must have had a strong, burning spirit within her. Even his own nose felt as if it just breathed in a bit of ash for it burned a little. Something about this woman and that girl across from her was different and it was more than just her clothes. He was glad to have taken a look though. They indeed were very different... tacky... but different. He liked the hat most of all and actually had a thought to take it off her head and wear it a while. That's when his mind started to wander a bit more. The little girl looks a bit out of place there too. He noticed this after seeing that she was the only one her age in the area.
Despite this, he didn't pay no mind. He had no business picking fights here today. The pressure began to fall as he strode away from the cafe area and began to head to a noisy tavern just a little way down the sidewalk. The sounds of cussing and anger was a little more interesting at this point.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 10:19 pm
Yuki did enjoy herself, laughing it up as Fefnir did his best to look cool wile at the same time trying not to stare at her gigai. Once she was able to catch her breath she leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs, picking from a number of horrible comments.
"You can barrow my gigai next time... since you seem to like it so much.... But when did you get a daughter?"
She asked, referring to how he had never said anything about any relatives.
It was just then that her cell phone went off like mad, flashing a bright red warning sign. Something big was headed their way. She glanced to either side of her, trying to look relaxed, and trying to suppress her already dramatically stifled riatsu so she wasn't spotted for what she was.
Only a few moments later she saw it... espada... He walked right past their table as if it was nothing.
"Fefnir... I think it's time to go to work."
She said, rising from her seat, she pulled her backpack around to her side, so she could pull Robin out at a moment's notice. She glanced down at the bag to check that the mod soul was ready to pucker up, as she grabbed her cell phone senser and started tailing the espada as casually as possible.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 10:55 pm
Fefnir chose to ignore the crack about Yuki's body, and then said, "Well, it's a funny story that ends with Yomiko being my mother. See, it all started when..." Then Fefnir was interrupted by the beeping of Yuki's cell phone. Fefnir laughed a little, amazed at the horrible timing of it all. He quickly pulled out a little PEZ dispenser with a bunny on top and held it tightly in his hand as he followed Yuki. He was also doing his best to suppress his spiritual pressure, but pretty much failed at it because of his STUPID GIGAI! He was too big to fit in it naturally, so his reiatsu seeped out of it like a songe that's full of water. While it did enough to make him seem like a 7th or 8th seat, that was still too much spiritual pressure. He also played the part of a daughter well, just in case the tailed were to see them, doing things like pointing at people and talking about their flaws (he enjoyed this part) and other various things. "So, how long has he been watching, Yuki?" Fefnir asked when there wasn't anyone too close to them.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 11:08 pm
As the arrancar entered the stuffy, crowded tavern, he cocked a small grin again as he gazed about the room and is intoxicated inhabitants for his next amusement. There were people everywhere. The sounds of clanging glass, shuffling feet, wooden furniture against the floor filled his ears. Even though he found their stutters and wobbly movements to be funny, there was also quite a lot of talking. Torrik detested this above all. He had always found the need for speech to be useless and usually avoided places like this. So, just one look around was all he really wanted from here. It was just too bad that there wasn't a bar fight going on. If that were the case, he would have taken a seat to watch. Oh well... off again.
Turning out of the door, Torrik paused for a moment as he felt another steady rise in spirit energy. It wasn't like the woman from before but it wasn't too far away. It fluctuated constantly as if somebody were running back and fourth. Once again, the picture seemed amusing to him- a death god just running laps around the block for the heck of it. This probably wasn't the case.
Letting out a sigh, he decided to head in the opposite direction to avoid confrontation and walked further up the street and turned into an ally where the sounds of screeching could be heard. The moment his eyes scanned the area, they fell upon two large tomcats having a rather violent battle with each other. Leaning against the wall, he began to place mental bets on what cat would win the fight. He paid most attention to how they fought, which was mostly with their claws. They'd swipe at one another as if that were the only weapons they possessed. Understanding their reason, Torrik stared down at his own clawed hand. He hadn't found a use for his sword yet. To him, the thing was worthless. The only weapons he ever landed a real blow with were his own two hands and their claws. Why did he need a blade when he was naturally equipped?
Glancing back out at the battling felines again, he began reading their expressions, sounds and movements. It didn't take him too long to realize that he somewhat understood what they were saying to each other.
...Stealing someone else's garbage... now that's just mean...
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 11:25 pm
Yuki was sure to stay far enough away to avoid attention. She took note of Fefnir and his attempts at a mother daughter camouflage. She made sure to contribute by occasionally nodding and making stupid comments that a babysitter might make. She wasn't about to attempt to look like a teenage mom, just to avoid attention.
She saw the espada head into a bar and decided to stand just outside it. That would help with the camouflage... not to mention she wasn't too fond of the idea of drunken idiots going after her in her sexi cowboy outfit. When the espada headed out of the bar and into a slightly darker allyway Yuki knew it was time.
"You ready Fefnir?"
She asked, pulling Robin and his leopard form out to prepare for an attack.
"Here brat, have a doll"
She said, for the sake of blending in. Robin looked indigent about being treated like a toy.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 1:01 am
Fefnir nodded, and popped a soul candy into his mouth as discretely as he could. Immediately, he was lifted from his cramped form, back into his much more comfortable shinigami body. In that same moment, he realized that he'd done nothing but give himself away. Oh well, too late now. Fefnir leapt at the arrancar, wondering how he hadn't noticed them. Or maybe... Fefnir broke off his attack, flipping himself to the side in midair to avoid the enemy altogether. What ended up happening was Fefnir stood on the other side of the arrancar, and he stood tall in front of him, full of pride, his burning red hair blowing lightly in a breeze, and his equally fiery eyes burning with anticipation at the prospect of fighting so soon after leaving Squad 4. "So, arrancar..." He said, malice making his voice gravely and dark, "What're you doing around here, in our neck of the woods, huh?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 9:07 am
Both cats let out a startled yowl as there was a sudden rise in spirit pressure and both bounded away into the darkness of the ally way. Feeling a bit irritated that his entertainment had been chased away, the third espada glanced over his shoulder to whoever was speaking to him. The voice he heard sounded as if death itself had paid him a visit but was disappointed to see something less interesting standing there. He should have known better than to allow himself to walk around so casually for any shinigami would most likely spot him or feel his presence.
He didn't say anything nor did he smile while turning to the male with the red hair and matching eyes. This spirit energy was familiar and didn't take Torrik too long to realize who this was as his memory played back his stroll through the cafe. You were concealing yourself inside a little girl's body... It was kind of smart but equally as stupid. I give you my kudos for the bravery though. The jokes continued to play through his mind as he merely shrugged to the shinigami's question aloofly. He felt it were pointless to really answer for his reason for being there was quite obvious. At least it was to him. It wasn't his fault that this man was just ignorant and nosy. With that, his brown eyes trailed to the woman in the interesting outfit. He found it somewhat ironic that she too was one of them. Though she did a great job of suppressing her spirit energy and hiding it from him, the way she was following him and acting now practically put a large arrow above her that said "shinigami standing right here!"
At first, Torrik had a notion to just walk away from this but quickly changed his mind. Surely they'd try to follow him if he made any moves. He wasn't here to fight but the situation would be very difficult to avoid if they were to attack him. He wasn't exactly the type not to defend himself nor would he simply allow himself to just run away either. His pride simply drowned out the idea of retreating.
Indeed this was his first encounter with these "death gods" but he wasn't exactly impressed. He had hoped that they'd be a bit stronger and maybe larger in size. Not because he wanted to fight one to the death but because of all the stories and rumors he heard about them. Lord Aizen sees these as a threat? He trusted his lord and master but at times he questioned the man's motives. Torrik didn't know much about these shinigami so for now, he'd have to trust in his current knowledge and not what he could see. One thing definately was for sure- Torrik wasn't really feeling threatened by someone with odd fashion sense and a man who's spirit occupied a little girl.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 10:29 am
Yuki could have slapped Fefnir, she could have sworn she taught him better than to give up the element of surprise like that!!! What was wrong with him? She hit her forehead, still in her gigai as Fefnir's gigai animated itself into a smiling idiot that stared blatantly off into nowhere until addressed. With a sigh she looked to her doll and hit the back of it's head, with protest from Robin at not getting the kiss he wanted. It surrendered the candy and Yuki swallowed it shortly after.
As always the little candy forced her out, and Robin took over. Yuki turned to to espada, then to Fefnir, who she promptly walked over to slap across the face and glare at.
"I thought I taught you better! Giving up a chance to attack like it is nothing! your not a lieutenant anymore!"
She shouted, looking rather pissed off that such a simple confrontation now would become a huge battle. She turned back to the espada, quite suddenly, from her criticizing with her palm towards the espada.
"Bakudo # 61: Six Rods Prison of Light"
As much as she would have liked to use the full incantation, thanks to Fefnir and his stupid move, she didn't have time if she wanted even a chance to restrain the espada.
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Meanwile, Robin was now the one running the gigai show. In his company, the ginaric smiling idiot... Oh well, at least he got this sexy body to run around in. He took a moment to check himself out, giving himself a slap on the but to hear that sweet crisp sound. He sighed contentedly as he grabbed the little know nothing gigai's hand and went to find someplace far away... preferably with lots of women... lots of sexi women.
He headed back to the tavern they had just passed, heedless of how irresponsible he must have looked taking a child in there, and began staring at the ladies wile simultaneously staying out of trouble.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 2:01 pm
((if I'm being a miss cleo in this post, I'll change it, okay?))
Fefnir just took the slap, as he knew he should. "Yuki, didn't you notice?" He asked her as calmly as he could, his demeanor not shaken at all, "It was strange enough that even though that gigai made it nearly impossible for me to hide my spiritual pressure, he payed us no heed? That when I came so close to him, he didn't make any kind of attack when I was clearly open to it? I don't think he's here to fight, but merely to observe," Fefnir then looked over Yuki at the espada, then added, "Isn't that right, arrancar? That's why you didn't attack my friend here when she walked straight by you, and that's why I didn't strike you when I had an opportunity," He seriously hoped his theory was right, because if he was wrong, then he'd really be in for it, from Yuki and the arrancar.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 2:55 pm
As Jan made his way into town, he could see that the destruction from Tagg's rampage had lessened significantly. Lucky me... I can't do much to fix the larger buildings anyway. I'll be able to get those smaller buildings on the outskirts easily,and let the humans take care of their utility lines-
Jan's thoughts were cut off as he felt some high amounts of reiatsu nearby, including the unmistakable signature of an Arrancar-class Hollow. So, are we going to move in? No, not yet anyway. I think I feel two stronger Shinigami as well, and one of them is Yukimaru... Oh, from the tournament, right? Yup. They can handle themselves.
((I'll mostly be acting as an unseen observer.))
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 7:14 pm
((You did but your mistakes are more fun for me.))
Torrik watched curiously as the kido was shouted out. Sensing the amount of riatsu that was put into the attack, he didn't bother dodging it. Allowing the rods of light to pin his sides, he stood there, glancing down at the beams of energy that held him there. He found them interesting. In fact, he was more curious about the spell more so than the shinigami that were trying to speak to him.
When the male said something about "observing", Torrik looked up at him in a way that suggested that he was already tired of hearing his voice. He had to say something because whatever this guy was talking about, he sounded stupid talking about it. Torrik wasn't about to allow something like this go so easily.
"Degenerate..." the espada uttered. His voice was quiet and monotone as if he hadn't spoken for a long time. Torrik wasn't exactly the intellectual type and avoided talking as much as he could. However, there were still those rare moments when he couldn't help himself. Whenever someone did something he found to be stupid, he just had to say something. "You don't know me... So don't talk."
His brown eyes now wandered back to the female, who finally revealed her true form as a shinigami. That was when he realized that they were wearing white coats. Did all shinigami wear these? Letting out a small "hmph" he didn't have anything to say to her. In fact, he was intrigued by her. Mostly because she had went out of her way to slap the male across the face. Torrik found that sort of funny. He didn't quite dislike those who amused him.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 9:42 pm
Yuki couldn't help but slap Fefnir again. He was stupid trying to reason himself out of a stupid mistake like that, and she would have to teach him that again sometime. She inhaled deeply, she would tell him about how he could have died four times over simply from the hesitation, much less from the breaking off the attack like that! It would have been better if he had just attempted to slice off his head!
Anyway, Yuki rolled her eyes and went back to what she was doing, she drew her zanpacto as she turned. Hopefully this would be a clean kill and she could simply behead the espada wile he was held still rather than getting into a huge fight thanks to Fefnir's hesitation and worries. That was when the espada spoke... He had quite the raspy voice, like someone who lived alone and never used it... And yet he managed to keep it monotone.
Whatever. Yuki walked up to him and placed her blade under his chin, ready to make it one clean slice and send him on his way to the soul society.
"I'll make it quick and clean... Your going to a better place..."
She said, a small attempt to sooth him about metaphorically dieing... again. You never know! Some where less inclined to struggle given the right words.
((you never said you broke the binding so I am going to assume you didn't))
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