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 Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 8:08 pm
Jerry did not know a lick of Japanese, nor anything about Japanese culture except he was DYING to try a shamisen one day, and could recite most of the words to Gilbert and Sullivan's Makodo. His knowledge ended there. But at least he knew what a kimono was.
His grandmother had a floral one she used to wear as a bathrobe, he remembered, distantly. It definitely looked comfortable.
Then a fact suddenly sank into his battered, fuzzy brain.
Sun Leader.
This was... his... division leader. "Oh!" He blinked, suddenly scrambling to peel off his jacket, lovingly laying it on the back of his chair before pulling on the new 'uniform' over his clothes like Jordan had, "Sir! Er... Allan Sir! It's a pleasure to finally meet you!" Quick on the uptake, he really wasn't today. But there were worse things than an odd dress code.
Three little maids from school are we...
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 8:09 pm
O_O This guy was effing crazy. Wilson eyed the large bags with apprehension. Had he just said “special gear”? That didn’t sound good. That didn’t sound good at all. The man’s apparent stripping in front of the trainees seemed to prove it, but his spouting about hollows and being shinigami had really hit it home for the trainee. He was really glad he wasn’t in the sun division. “Um. Yeah. Allan-taichou.” Cue awkward shifting in his seat.
Wilson seemed incredibly horrified by the black robes the sun leader brandished. Do I have to? Really? His weapon snickered. [I’m sure you’ll look real dashing in them.] He held his robe at an arm’s length while he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the tag. Sighing, he slumped his shoulders and took off his coat and jacket before grudgingly slipping on the robe. Wilson glanced at Syd. “Something wrong?”
Then he winced at the singing. Oh God no. orz
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 8:11 pm
Was withstanding the singing part of the mission? He hoped so.
...First he grieved over the loss of someone dear to him and now he must grieve over his eardrums. emotion_8c
Why to be so cruel Allan-Taichou? Whhhhy?
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 8:12 pm
Rep was about to argue that he wasn't shy at all, that he just wasn't a ******** homo, but it was amazing how hard it was to argue with the man.
"N.. you don't have.." he tried. TRIED, to stop the impending song, but to no avail. Eventually giving in to simply staring as the man began to sing with gusto in a way that made Rep wish he could tear his eyelids off and use them as earplugs.
He could only stare.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 8:12 pm
Wash had been there the whole time, really.
You could tell by the way he stared at the life trainees, and tried not to guffaw. He was suddenly glad he'd been recruited to Moon court.
Moon court. Why did that sound...? Weird, whatever.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 8:13 pm
Oh, well. JUST the robe?
Good thing Clerise wasn't so modest. She slipped out of the robe, and then pulled her shirt off. She shimmied out of her shorts, leaving her in her skivvies and nothing else.
Well.
That and her combat boots.
Very ladylike, my dear.
She put the robe on a second time, grumping as it itched against her skin.
"LIIISTEN, guy, division dude. Allan tie-chow. You're cute and all, but I don't know half of what you're saying. Not a quarter, even. Want to repeat half of what you said in Engl-"
Oh.
He was singing now.
...Go with the flow, Clerise. So she just laughed and stood around, waiting for orders.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 8:14 pm
Rin's life just got that much worse. This guy sung worse than William somehow. She couldn't believe it. Even worse is she can't throw something at the dude in effort to shut him up. Nor was there any escape... was this a test? Was the last of them to survive his insanity the victor? She almost didn't want to survive if that was the case and more was to come.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 8:14 pm
Her lacy black bra, the one that had the pretty butterfly pattern--
And the matching panties, with the butterfly design over the--
"What?" she demanded, only to realize Wilson was talking to her, and she'd just snapped at him. "Oh, I'm sorry, Wilson, I was--I just--I--" Her face was so red that she seemed to glow. "I would... rather not strip in public," she whispered.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 8:14 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 8:14 pm
It took her a few minutes to actually figure out how the whole Pants-Hakama-she-didn't-even-know layering system worked out, but that also meant she had a pile of clothes just...chilling there all..clothing like. She folded everything up neatly and zipped it up into her coat so that she could retrieve it later, left only with the uniform and the chain of Nicodemus around her waist.
"READY." she said very loudly, seeming to be getting very... fired up... about how out of the ordinary all of this way. INTENSITY, SHE HAD IT.
And chances were she'd be regretting the uniform change in about 30 minutes when it started to be itchy and uncomfortable.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 8:16 pm
Simon kept his guns drawn. If any trainee wished to leave, it should be noted that the assistant was an extremely fast and accurate shot. Not to mention willing to back up his leader on even the smallest of issues.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 8:17 pm
Wilson nodded his head slowly at Syd. Oooooh. Okay then. That made sense. He leaned forward to whisper back, “Just put it over your clothes and pray he doesn’t notice. That’s what I’m doing.” He gave her a thumbs-up and smiled.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 8:17 pm
He was singing why was he singing. "I GET IT! I'M CHANGING, SEE?! ALL CHANGED NOW! Please stop singing..." Otto hastily got finished dressing.
"I already miss Caelius.." Otto muttered under his breath.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 8:18 pm
Being told to strip didn't really even phase Ofelia and the sun hunter was always starting to pull her top off as she walked towards the man in order to get her uniform. She'd (thankfully) remembered to put on a bra earlier in the day and so as soon as her top came off she was still covered, and she chuckled as she approached the new person and went to .
"Ah didn' know we'd be gettin' new uniforms right off the bat from ya. Ah'm Ofelia, and yer name's Allan-taa...tai...okay look wit' mah accent Ah ain't gonna be able ta say that so yer outta luck wit' me tryin'." She waved her hand and looked at the black outfit, wondering just what the heck it was supposed to be. She stood there, only in her bra and some very short shorts that left nothing to the imagination, and she turned and looked around before finally spotting someone she new. "Eh, Circus Queen! How ya put this thing on, Ah got no idea."
And so Ofelia walked over to Clerise, all about and topless okay okay.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 8:18 pm
Leon got naked and redressed himself. So why did Allen feel the need to sing?
Why u singing/ screeching like a dying cat, Tie-chow? Leon could only sit there like a rock, face and body frozen in place until singing got better, or stopped. To him, stopping sounded like an easier option.
Again, leave it to sun to have the most.... eclectic of leaders. Allen was lucky to have such a competent and serious right hand man to look out for him, odds are if it was anyone else The leader would have been bound, gagged and hung from the ceiling by now.
It still sounded like a good idea to himself.
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