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 Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 7:33 pm
Settled in the Junrinan District of the Rukongai, the streets are orderly besides the common traffic. Men going to manage their shops, women going to the shops as customers, and children frolicking to and fro with their pals with glee, for they were fortunate. The Junrinan District was one of the more calm and peaceful areas of Rukongai, compared to the Inuzuri district which was littered with theft and other forms of indecency.
A modest ramen cart parked on the side of the street, out of the way of the wandering individuals, but close enough for a tired and hungry man to swing into a seat for a good hot meal. The old man running the cart was a kind looking man. No one actually knows his real name, but he's usually referred to as "Old b*****d". Not because he's a jerk or anything of the sort, rather because the frustrated customers that come there commonly call him that affectionately. The only kind of people who go to this shop are the people who know about it, and take advantage of it. Frustrated workers and fatigued Shinigami are the usual patrons, however since it's only a small cart, and it tends to move around, the number of devoted customers is few. However, one particular Shinigami has managed to make himself a regular, and one of Old Bastards favorite, to use the term loosely, customers.
However today's mission wasn't about noodles soaked with flavored goodness, it was about training. The crude Shinigami had decided for once to be early to an appointment. But don't be mistaken, it wasn't out of principle in the slightest, simply out of lust for noodle-y goodness.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 6:52 pm
Lerato rubbed the bridge of his nose as another order came in, this time in the form of a request from the newly appointed Captain of the ninth division. "Why the hell..." He mumbled to himself as he opened up the small letter and read over it. "There is no way in hell that Zaine could be that busy, the power-tripping little..." Allowing his voice to fade away in the dim office the lieutenant stood up, popped his back and looked around. He had worked all through the night to make sure his duties had gotten done on time yet every time he turned around he found more official forms piling up. "Screw it... if I don't get out for a break now I'm liable to never get one..." Walking to a supplies closet, he grabbed a weighted vest and two fist-sized polished seki seki stones before leaving for the Rukongai.
Putting his middle finger and thumb in his mouth, Lerato let out a shrill call in the form of an ear breaking whistle. Laughing as people darted away from him the Grecian man strode towards another shinigami, a man slumped over a bowl of fresh ramen. "You know how long it took me to find your a**?" He barked as he took a seat beside his most recent charge. "I'll put it this way, when I set out this morning, the sun hadn't even broke the horizon yet. Your captain sent me an order to come find you. Apparently he's too busy to get off his a** and give you a proper education, so that's where I come in." He smiled as he waved off a kind old man that had asked what he wanted to order. Lights started to pop into existence inside a number of old lamps, the night air laden heavily with the scent of rich street food. "Name's Lerato, Vice Captain in the first division and by the time I get done with you, you'll be able to shunpo. Now, put this on," He said as he slumped the weighted vest over the table, "and put these in your pants pockets." Putting the two polished stones on the table he waited until the other shinigami had followed through with his orders.
[Short post is short.]
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2011 10:40 pm
"Omnomnomnom sluuuuuuuuuurp." Said the Shinigami greedily, sucking the limp noodles from their warm broth nest. The battle didn't last long, as the noodle pawns were devoured by the battalion, leaving only small stragglers, and the slices of meat that coward in the back of the bowl, slowly sinking into the broth to hide from the seemingly invincible foe. Deciding this foe was already destroyed, Takezo handed the bowl back to the old man, requesting a stronger adversary.
"To continue..." started Takezo, "my boss doesn't do s**t. All he does all day is go get his a** kicked... must get off on it. If he wants his a** twisted into his face he could just as me. Everyone knows I could beat any other Captain in the whole system, they just don't want to promote me because they're afraid I'll make them look bad." As the new bowl was passed to him, he quickly grabbed it and poked the fresh tender meat, a tactic he also used in battle.
"Anyway, I'm supposed to be waiting for some other Lieutenant to train me today, he's probably a hack like the rest of them."
After saying this, a voice from behind rose up, criticizing his ability to be located, and complaining about having to train him. Takezo laughed at this, yeah his boss was kind of lazy considering he couldn't train his own Lieutenant in shunpo, or any other technique for that matter. The only other skill Takezo had ever been taught was obtaining his shikai... which based on Tezuka's lesson criteria, wasn't really teaching at all. More like knocking him out and hoping for the best.
"I was wondering when you were going to show up. You got bad eye's or somethin'?" Despite his taunting, Takezo was discomforted by the accessories laid out in front of him. "What's this? Tryin'a make me your boyfriend?" Takezo gave Lerato an inquisitive look, not so much because he thought Lerato was going to try and make him meet his parents, but more to piss off his colleague. Since Lerato technically wasn't sitting at the cart as a customer, the basic rules of the traveling establishment didn't apply to the other Lieutenant, making it easier for Takezo to speak to him properly without risking his membership.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 9:20 pm
Lerato opened his mouth as if to say something, shook his head for a few minutes, and with a single silent movement reached up to smack the man upside the back of his head. Here he was, taking time out of his day to not only search this cretin down, but to train him in shunpo and all he could do was unleash a series of bad insults. 'How stupid can this guy be...' The thought ran through his mind again and again as he looked Takezo up and down. No wonder Zaine hadn't bothered teaching the ignorant little ******** anything of importance. He was hardly better than some of the unseated members of his squad when it came to respect. Without another word the lieutenant of the first division pushed the stones and vest closer to him and waited. When he was unsure whether the other vice captain would follow his instructions he reached around, picked up the bowl of steaming noodles. "Zaine owes me for this..." He grumbled under his breath. With a soft slurp Lerato left the bowl of ramen short one mouthful of deliciously steaming noodles. "Not bad..." He remarked dryly. Before either Takezo or the old man could act the first division's lieutenant up ended the bowl and poured the remaining contents over the arrogant little p***k's head.
"Now, let's get something straight you limp dicked c** guzzler." He barked, "I am taking time out of my schedule to come out here and train you so that you aren't so pathetic. Now, put on the ********' vest and put the sekiseki stones where I told you or so help me I swear I will make your life a living hell, do you understand that?" The words flowed from his lips much more easily than they should have. After all, shinigami were supposed to be the well mannered role models of the Soul Society, an image the two men were clearly not living up to at the moment. With a deep breath the Grecian man reeled in his emotions once more and, in a more polite tone, turned to the elderly man behind the bar and apologized. "Pardon my brash behavior. Things have been a bit hectic around the office lately." Setting a half full sack of yen on the table he turned back to his current charge. "Hurry up and clean up your mess, Mr. Munenori. I don't have all night for you to screw around with your head up your a**. Unlike you, I actually have work that needs to be done."
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 12:41 pm
"Hahaha! Think you're a tough guy now?" Takezo replied simply to the long winded insult. Slipping his hand under the vest in preparation to swing it over his shoulder. "If you're that worked up about it, I suppose I can put on your cute little vest. Oh and these weights, what are they two pounds? I hope you plan on finishing this training today because I'm not some little fu- GAH!" While Takezo spouted his banter, he attempted to pick up one of the accessories, and due to his ignorance of it's properties, nearly crushed his digits as his fingers slipped under the item. The sudden reaction made him jerk his hand out, causing the weight to fall to the ground and aim right for his foot. This situation is much like almost any Boss Enemy in Zelda: strike the eye. But in this case, a minor detail that was unique to Takezo, was his feet were amazingly sensitive, and as the weight made impact it was like an eternity of crushing horror. However, no screams were let out, only coughing. The sudden pain made Takezo accidentally swallow his cigarette, burning his esophagus, making each breath a blistering strike like the core of the sun.
The scene went on for a few moments before the now mucus covered coffin nail erupted from his mouth and landed on the counter of the portable restaurant. "This... is gay..." Takezo let out between his pain infused panting. "Fine! Let's get it over with. You're clearly bad luck, I want to get as far from you as possissssssluurrrpppppppppppppp." Even after the incident Takezo went back to eating his third meal of the hour, like a true hero. "Aaaah!" Putting down the delicious ramen beef bowl, he put on the vest, and reluctantly assembled the weights in the appropriate fashion. "So what do you want me to do? Run a few laps in my underwear so you can get off? Or do some nude jumping jacks?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 8:40 am
[HOT DAMN KYROS HASN'T POSTED YET. KYROS COME POST.]
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