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 Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 9:45 pm
"You learned from Ezru?" Bull said, emerging from his back room. "Talented young fellow," The Captain said, approaching Zeb, who was surprisingly just as tall as he. "But he had a temper." Bull's memories of Ezru were limited to very short interactions at meetings and a number of demonstrations. However, Ezru's personality was so distinct, it was difficult to forget.
"Anyway, I think I'll give you a trial by fire." Bull said. "Kaisho, escort him to Karakura to fight off the Arrancar that are currently there." He said, indicating the phone he pulled out of his robes. The phone flashed with an Alert, which indicated the trouble in Karakura. "Oh," he said, before returning to his room. "And let me get some rest!" He called, slamming the door shut so hard, the bottles began to shake upon the shelves.
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 10:00 pm
"Aye... When I met him, he tried to kill me..." Zeb said sighing as he jumped over the bar and grabbed some bottles of whiskey right before they fell off the counter"I'll take these for the road... Is that alright Bossman and Bossman Jr?" Zeb smiled as he pulled one of the bottle's tops off with his mouth. Spitting out the top, he chugged the bottle, downing it quickly as he smiled, the alcohol hitting his stomach hard, and nearly immediately giving him a light buzz. "I need to smash something up... Leave humans alone, destroy anything that has a mask, correct?" Zebediah's smile was pure delight with a light touch of alcoholism "I can do that... Off to the world of the living!" Zeb smiled as he drew his Zanpaku-tō and plunged it into the air, opening a Senkaimon which lead to Karakura City proper.
"I'll see you on the other side!" Zeb walked purposefully through the door, opening the other two bottles and quickly downed both of them, and tossed all three of the empty bottles into the Senkaimon before him, with one more bottle in his right hand.
[Exit to Karakura - Water Purification System/Water Supply]
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 5:13 pm
 Hinote no Oushi ~ Reopening Party! The Seventh Squad was extremely quiet these days. There was nothing untoward happening elsewhere in Rukongai. Karakura Town was relatively under control, with no sudden fluctuations in Hollow activity to report. Sereitei was relatively normal for the most part, though chances are that something farfetched was happening in the other squads seemed likely. Kaisho’s squad was in a state of calm, unlike the times of his early days in the division, when he and a few other Shinigami at the time were combating unusual foes and chasing dangerous Hollows causing grief in Rukongai. For the most part, Kaisho was rather relieved at this, having not been in charge for that long, in addition to new recruits coming in to the squad and beginning to start practice on their martial arts. However, the Captain of Seventh did want to see a much livelier atmosphere than in recent weeks, and decided to host a party at the Squad’s bar.
Kaisho sought after a few good men and women from Rukongai to help run the bar for the occasion. Specifically, they were those from the district he spent a good deal of his life at, and knew well. It took more than a few hours to make the preparations, especially to stock and restock on the vast number of beverages, a list of which he had to retrieve from the office of his former mentor and Captain. Aside from some spills, and the subsequent tumbles that followed, everything was set for yet another gathering. This time, Kaisho was hoping to become more involved with proceedings, having not really spoken to many of the Shinigami, including the Captains and Vice Captains, outside of meetings or just in passing. He sent a Hell Butterfly out to each of the Squads, including his own, so that news of this event would spread.{{ OOC: As you can imagine, this is open to practically anyone, so... COME ON AND PARTAY! }}
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2011 11:42 am
 It had been a quiet afternoon in the Second Division when Florian had happened upon the invitation; he'd been on one of his usual walks when the Hell Butterfly came fluttering to him. The idea of a party was not immediately pleasing to him but upon relaying the message to his Captain, she felt that it was necessary for him, as well as the other members of the Second Division, to mingle with the other Squads and get to know one another. Now Florian was neither a drinker, nor a socializer but since it was a polite request of his Taichou and of Kaisho, Florian had little choice but to accept the invitation and make an appearance. He figured, if he went early few people would show up and perhaps he could relax with a glass of tonic. But then again, what would be the harm in getting to know a few more Shinigami? Florian could use a few more friends and he was always up for the company, even if he were to listen more than he were to speak.
So it was decided, Florian took his leave and headed out for the Seventh Division, a placed he knew very little about. In fact, he was entirely clueless about what exactly the Seventh specialized in --as with all the other Squads with the exception of his own Division and the Fourth, the Medical Division-- so, perhaps he'd learn something from his visit to the party hosted by the Seventh and if not, he wouldn't be bothered. Florian was just anxious about having to meet new. unfamiliar, people. It was in his character to always want to impress everyone he met and as such, he wanted to make a good impression at the party. He hoped that because the event seemed more informal than formal, he might feel a bit more comfortable and at ease.
That had been the hope, however, and only now would Florian see whether or not such a thing could be realized. Arriving now at what appeared to be the Seventh Division's Bar, Florian took a moment outside the entrance to compose himself and mentally prepare for the worst. While he expected the best out of every situation, Florian knew that nothing ever went as planned or completely smooth, that was simply the reality. Now or never. Inhaling a long drawn out breath, Florian entered the Seventh Division's Bar and only after taking a quick glance around did he exhale and relax a little. Florian appeared to be the first arrival and much to his pleasure, it seemed as though the shin-dig has just began.
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2011 4:41 pm
Feet up on the desk, curious hands and thumbs shuffling through papers, Takezo skimmed through his Captain's records for any mention of his name. He had just made it passed Tezuka's old records, ones that he had already viewed a myriad of times. Being the self-indulgent a**-hat he was, Takezo tossed papers that neglected or spoke ill of him ignorantly to his six. Zaine's notes were quite different that his previous Captains, the latter's being easier for him to read than the former. Inappropriate and disdainful mutters where slipped into the air every few paragraphs, most being unreasonably juvenile.
Takezo's blank face soon turned into a scowl, since he didn't like to read so much unless he was reading a brothel menu, the C student slammed the rest of the papers on the desk, irritated. "I'm not finding anything like this... maybe if I read Tezuka's records again I'll feel better." Picking up the papers that he had marked his ignorantly marked his name with a highlighter each time it was mentioned, Takezo once again perused the headlines. The white stick in his mouth was almost running on empty, all the burnt organic matter doubled over off the yet alive limb, falling down to the floor like white roses onto a casket lowered into an earthen slot; "ashes to ashes", right? Realizing this made the culprit to this invasion far too obvious, Takezo lowered his delicate left leg, and swept the ash under the desk, and luckily it spread like common house dust.
As he did this, a Hell Butterfly fluttered it's way in God knows how, considering he barricaded the door. Regardless of this physical obstacle, it closed in on the arrogant man, about to land on his chest, but retreated at once when it got a whiff of the toxic smoke. Noticing this Takezo quickly took the cigarette away from his lips to allow the Hell Butterfly a landing zone. "What the HELL do you want?" Just moments after receiving the message, Takezo dropped everything faster than physically possible and kicked the furniture away from the door, and bolted for Squad Seven, with the unfortunate Hell Butterfly pressed against his chest, unable to get off this ride due to the air pressure generated by Takezo's dash.
Practically breaking down the entrance too the bar, shouting down to the bar, "Where the hell is my free alcohol?!" Takezo brought himself to a seat in front of the bar the Hell Butterfly finally able to shrug off it's confused state and flutter off. Not many people where there yet, but Takezo was only here for three things, drink, smoke, and a**. Though somehow he didn't have good luck in bars when the occasion was a squad gathering, it seemed only then fights developed and he ended up going home with nothing but his tears. A flaw in the atmosphere occurred to him, it was close as well... looking just down, he had lost the cherry on his cig, likely from his mad prance to the bar. Instinctively, he was about to reach for a table leg, and twist it upon the bar counter to create fire, but one of the few things he learned was this: 'if you start a fire on a bar counter with a table leg, a big angry knight will attack you for sleeping with his mother.'
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 5:28 pm
“Thєяє ωould bє no P A S S I O N in this ωoяld if wє nєvєя had to fight foя ωhat wє L o v є.” _______________________________________________________
"Takezo you crazy b*****d! " Amie exclaimed, with the up-most affection, dancing around the door and into the bar room. A black hell butterfly fluttered around her, circling as she gave one graceful spin at her entrance to the room. She extended her arm and let it rest on her finger, giving it a thoughtful look. "Move along now." She blew on it very softly, and it disappeared, to wherever the mysterious creatures went to after messages were delivered. She continued her graceful pace over to the bar stand, where her acquaintance sat. "I haven't seen you prior to my captain party. Guess you like your liquor, huh?" Amie laughed, sweet and cheerful. "Better hope Afton doesn't show up again now." She turned and gave the boy a wry smile.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 10:33 am
Takezo began to reach beyond the counter, pathetically clawing at a bottle of bourbon on the shelf like a toddler imprisoned in a superstore cart. He had almost tipped the fine glass bottle, until the bartender scoped his heist, "Hey! You could at least ask!" The barkeep took the bottle of the shelf, while simultaneously sweeping his left hand under the counter for a small drinking glass, slamming the bottle of alcohol down on the counter before Takezo, and carelessly place the small fragile glass next to it. Any man with a sense of logic... hell, common sense would know that an animal doesn't drink from human made glass, they'd much rather lap it up fresh from the spring.
Before he could even work off the cap, a female voice rang from behind the watering hole. It was familiar, on the account he had just reminisced briefly of events concerning the subject. He didn't much like being called a crazy b*****d, it was like calling a dog a mutt. But considering he was about to get smashed he didn't care, and he planned on venting it on a woman... but not by beating her... well... kind of.
Finally working off the vile contraption that kept him from the first step to salvation, Takezo thrust the bottle up by it's neck, somehow attempting to strangle the poor thing while it vomited it's sweet nectar down his dry throat. After a good two seconds or so, he relinquished his hold and slammed it back down on the counter, causing the glass to jump up excitedly. Now with enough free time to confront obstacles, Takezo swung around on his perch, arm extended with an aim intended for one's shoulder, but would only be meant to land on one's breast. Not quite sure of his situation at this point, Takezo looked up an inch from his descending view, noticing the shoulder, more so the face was much higher up than he had predicted. The stool had messed with his aim, and his face turned into a generic poker-face. "I remember you being a little shorter... you must be eating your vegetables right?" Without showing an ounce of remorse for his actions, Takezo tightened his grip a bit, a type of squeeze that would only further the awkward level of the developing conversation. "I must say, those vegetables must be great! They're doing wonders for your skin!" Quickly obtaining another quick squeeze on Amie, Takezo casually reached back for another drink from his bourbon, and tilted the bottle upward for another swig, still in the same awkward perverted position he had been two-and-a-half lines ago.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 11:15 am
"Thine lair holds no quarter for thee now, DEMON!"
A baritone seemed to shake the door as the sound suddenly burst into the room, much like the owner of the voice, only with less vigor. Sir Afton Stratford did what could only be described in layman's terms as a Sparta Kick and destroyed the door to the bar, and still had enough inertia to carry himself forward towards Takezo's face, his boot in position to meet his face with much violence.
"T'is time to atone for thine sins, Whoreson!"
He shouted as his foot came through the door and into Takezo's face. It had been a long few months tracking for Afton, as people in hell could harness their demonic power to move far more quickly than he could ever dream of and it made finding people nigh impossible. He'd been looking for this particular sinner ever since the devil himself (Read: Fefnir) told him of Takezo's fornication with his parental unit. And finally, justice was about to be served! The Foot of Justice flew towards the drunkard with all the fury and malice the giant tin can man could muster.
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 8:07 am
The guests had started to arrive, but unfortunately he was out back attending to some of the people in the kitchen area. He was, however, alerted of their presence by one of the bartenders who came in, and presented himself to the guests as he made his way out through the side door. “I thank you for coming. I am Kaisho Fuyuki.” The youthful looking Captain announced, bowing slightly to the guests, whom he could not recall the names of. It was natural for Kaisho to not recognise certain Shinigami, as he never really interacted with many of the other squads. While he did hope for familiar faces, fresh ones were just as welcomed. He took a place at the bar counter, and ordered a soft drink to start. “A Dr. Pepper on the rocks, make it a large one please, Mr. Tekuichi.” He said, lightly tapping a finger on the counter as he leaned towards the bartender to make his order. He then turned to the Shinigami in the room, and politely smiled.
“Feel free to order anything you fancy, I am just waiting for more guests to arrive before I.... loosen up a little, let’s say.” Kaisho added, just as his order arrived next to his fingertips. With a quick thank you to the bartender Kaisho knocked back a swig of the ice cold beverage, being careful not to swallow the rocks of ice rattling around within the confines of the glass. Needless to say, it was quite the atmospehere to walk out to, and surprised himself for being so relaxed about it all. Actually, Kaisho had missed seeing activity like this in his squad, it was nostalgic and homely in a way, much like how he remembered festive gatherings back when he was merely a soul in Rukongai; no title, no prestige, no burdens. Kaisho let out a laugh as the situation became a little more... interesting. His attention turned to the amrour clad individual, to whom he let out a sigh. "That door. You realise that you're fixing that before you leave, don't you?" Kaisho casually remarked.
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 4:13 pm
I'm the MONSTER,
----------I'm the VILLAIN,
--------------------What perfection,
------------------------------What precision, `^`^`^`^`^`^`^`^`^`^`^`Making her entrance in silence, Kowabi sure-footedly stepped through the carnage of wooden splinters left in Afton’s wake and wedged her bare shoulder into the doorframe. As of late, Kowabi’s solitary demeanor gave way to an urge to seek the company of others, but she was loathe to admit it. So, when she’d spotted the tin covered man making his third round about the First Division barracks in two days, she gave into curiosity and an excusable reason for leaving her quarters.
If one were to look closely, there was the barest curve to the old Vizard’s lips, indicative of the entertaining spectacle that was happening. Of course her attention wasn’t just on Afton, Kowabi’s senses were firing rapidly, warring with her mirth due to the combination of harsh alcohols wafting in the air and blurbs of conversation. At the same time, she thought it would be best to stay apart from the occupants of the bar, rather wait for Afton to conclude his smiting and possibly keeping his target from dying in his knightly retribution.`^`^`^`^`^`^`^`^`^`^`^`
LEGAL ASSASSIN
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 6:21 pm
“Thєяє ωould bє no P A S S I O N in this ωoяld if wє nєvєя had to fight foя ωhat wє L o v є.” _______________________________________________________
"I remember you being a little shorter... you must be eating your vegetables right?"
There are many things that can happen to you in the course of a day that you might not expect. However, for the breast of a married woman to be fondled by the likes of a stranger, that's really something in the low percentile rate. Amie stared at his poker-face in a blatant shock. At first it seemed as if by accident, and so in spite of herself she didn't strike him. The air was thick enough with an awkward fog to slice through with a knife. So, she awaited him to loosen his grip so she could scorn him. But he squeezed again and her face flushed red with rage and embarrassment.
"I must say, those vegetables must be great! They're doing wonders for your skin!"
"You little s**t!" Amie spat, furious, icy blue eyes glowering up at him. She brought back her arm to slug him into the next room, when an extremely explosive reitsu level made her hesitate. The presence was followed by a voice.
"Thine lair holds no quarter for thee now, DEMON!"
Amie turned her head in surprise, she knew that voice. But it was almost hard to make out what he said over the sound of splintering wood. The large frame of the man known as Afton tore through it like cardboard, making as large a scene as he ever did. There was never an appearance with afton that lacked drama and the breaking of unnecessary objects. She gaped for a moment, wondering how a man of such a size glided through the air. Surely gravity must have been turned off for that one moment, because even it wanted to see little Takezo get Lee-Sin kicked into next week.
"T'is time to atone for thine sins, Whoreson!"
And with that, his kick of justice was delivered forth. There was no stopping the inertia with such an element of surprise. She could have hoped he was repenting for the sins done unto her, but she remembered the occasion of the last time, when her husband Fefnir had told Afton Takezo had slept with his mother. Afton, being the naive mass of muscle that he was, believed him. Afton also believed Fefnir to be the devil, and so knew the sins of all mankind. With just the word from Fefnir, Afton put his full faith into it and, for lack of a better way to put it, kicked the s**t out of him. Takezo deserved it. The irony was his karma. Afton was unleashed upon him the first time for his less than chivalrous behavior in the first place.
"That door. You realise that you're fixing that before you leave, don't you?"
Amie chortled in the response to the ignorant man. He seemed cocky now, but she would be interested in seeing him ask again to have the door fixed, after Afton had finished wrecking the rest of the bar with Tazeko's body. Afton must have been twice as tall as the man sitting at the bar, and also twice as wide and five times more muscular. You didn't ask someone like that to fix things. You just hoped they left after they were done to avoid further damage.
"The door, kid, is the least of your problems." Amie replied, lips raising to a sarcastic smile. She also came the realization she was probably the only one here who spoke English. And she could have fun with that. She wondered what Fefnir what do if he was here, making her smile drop a bit.
Sadly, Amie didn't even register the presence of the vizard at the door, with all of the chaos and confusion happening in the bar.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 8:04 pm
Amitochi Akotsumumin
Look at me like that again, I dare you. Stepping into the bar, Amitochi frowned at the destruction and went to the bar, taking a seat next to Kaisho, her captain. The woman's provoking attire, thin strands of cloth covering her torso, attached to form-fitting sleeves and low-cut, pant-style Hakama drew glances from near everyone present. Her blue mohawk fell over her one eye, giving a small mystery to her visage. However, the brutish weapon that bounced at her hips, a small kanabo with an attached chain wrapped around her waist gave her a factor of intimidation that kept others, particularly men, from approaching her.
Running a hand through her little bit of hair, Amitochi laid a casual eye on Kaisho. "Kon'nichiwa Sā(Hello Sir), interesting party you're throwing. Plenty of excitement, and drink, and company." She had a small glass of alcohol brought to her, some sort of wine, and took a sip of it while she waited for Kaisho to reply to her greeting.
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 8:08 pm
Florian had quickly receded to the far reaches of the room, straddling a bar stool as all the chaos around him began to erupt. How fast and unpredictably things had unraveled. Lord help me. Shaking his head in a sort of disapproval at the uncouth nature, more specifically the rudeness and blatant inconsideration, of those who had just arrived, Florian ordered himself up a tonic and began to sip cautiously as he silently analysed his company. Immediately one individual stuck out. This man carried a respectable air about him and carried himself pridefully as he moved about the room. Before the man had even spoken, Florian had already taken him to be the Seventh Division's Captain. Few people would act in such a manner, frankly as if they owned the place and could capably eradicate any un-welcomed guests, unless they were of such stature. As for the other guests, Florian made the safe assumption that none of them were actual members of the Seventh as for their character lacked the type of dignity and self-preservation of the man who Captained the Division. May my sanity not betray me.
Sighing rather loudly, Florian made quick to silence himself, albeit it would be difficult for him to be heard above such commotion, but the simple act of what he'd done seemed equally as rude as the man and woman bickering at the other end of the bar. The woman seemed to hold higher rank than the man who seemed utterly lost, not in a sense of direction but as though he himself were completely misplaced in the world. As for the other man who had so abruptly, and quite literally, trampled his way into the bar, Florian seemed slightly put off by his speech. Now Florian himself was no elegant talker, in fact many would attribute his own accent as something grotesque, but at least he did his best to speak like those around him. This other man, however, he spoke in such an odd way, something that seemed as though it were dragged and beaten from an old literature encyclopedia, chewed and spat out in a manner of borderline arrogance. Now Florian didn't actually know him, nor could he make any assumptions about the man, or anyone else in the room for that matter, but his first impressions were, well, what they were. As for the other young lady who had come second last, she seemed to go straight for the bar, ordering herself a mighty sophisticated drink, some wine it appeared, and threw herself right at the host, Kaisho. Was she attemping to make herself more important than she actually were? Or was she simply, and genuinely, attempting to be courteous and address the party's host? Whatever the case, it hardly mattered, everyone in the room seemed shallow and dull at first glance, with few exceptions but Kaisho and a lone figure who had sashayed her way into the bar. The way the woman carried himself, silent and dignified, much in the manner that the Seventh Division Captain had, caught Florian's eye. It was neither good nor bad but she had caught his glance all the same, and held it for quite some time which was some accomplishment. What was it about her? Her very presence seemed magnetic and, heavy. Heavy wasn't the right word for her state of being but Florian couldn't put his finger on it and ultimately gave up.
Once again he sighed, this time more delicately and almost child-like. Florian had generously given his attention to each guest and, in an almost guarded manner, kept the rest for himself. Looking down at his hands now, Florian gave the fine crystal glass a brief swirl, the fizzy tonic water dancing in a hypnotic pattern, a counter-clockwise motion that momentarily allowed for his consciousness to drift away into an almost meditative holiday. Oh, how he'd wished he could be anywhere, absolutely anywhere, but here and now. The overwhelming stench of a giant conglomerating and dysfunctional ego was beginning to give him a migraine. It were times like these that Florian half desired that he were an alcoholic, the thought of numbing pain and letting loose his moral bindings, almost appealing.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 12:22 pm
This remark to the armoured figure that walked in was heard by one of the other guests, whom Kaisho did not recognise. Her response seemed to highlight that the armour-clad being in the room was of much higher cause for concern than the door of his bar, even for a Captain like himself. Indeed, he was much larger in stature than anyone else in the room, and somehow he had the notion that the woman somehow knew him. “You have a point there, miss.” He said staring at her, with a short, sheepish grin adorning his face. He broke his gaze at the woman to sip his drink, placing the half-empty glass on the table. The ice, which had smoothened due to them melting in the beverage, chimed against the glass as it was placed down. Kaisho understood that it was best to just let the situation continue as it was, besides, what kind of host would he be if he started picking fights with his guests?
Just then, one of Squad Seven’s newest recruits turned up to the event. Kaisho could tell this immediately, because her description in the recent application form he accepted was very unique indeed. The blue hair, dark skin, provocative attire and distinct zanpakuto made for an interesting change to the Shinigami that wandered around Sereitei, let alone in his division. “Ah, Amitochi Akostumumin! Greetings.” Kaisho welcomed, flashing a warm smile to his new subordinate. “It is quite exciting around here at times. Not always though, which isn’t a bad thing.” He joked, a faint laugh passing from his lips.
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