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 Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 10:07 pm
Micheal's office is...not really what one would expect for a Captain. A large TV sits on top of a cabinet containing a nice collection of games and movies, with a couch opposite the TV (though not in the way of the door) and a table just in front of the couch. Micheal's desk sits opposite the door, though his chair can swivel so he can watch TV or work. There is a computer on the desk, and the drawers are stacked with paperwork - though the bottom drawer also contains some small pieces of glassware. Aside from the entrance, there is another door behind Micheal's chair that leads to his room, which really only contains a bed and a closet with spare uniforms as all of Micheal's entertainment is in the office itself.
Aside from that, though, the office is fairly bare, though it usually has the light aroma of incense and a burning stick of incense can sometimes be seen sticking out of one of Micheal's closed drawers.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 10:13 pm
The senkaimon opened itself in the middle of Micheal's room, and not long after Micheal stepped out, with Takeru hanging onto his sleeve. The gate closed behind them, which would keep out any offending Quincy and leave only the problem of how to explain Takeru's appearance. "You may not like it, Takeru, but I don't think wearing those clothes around here is a good idea."
Micheal walked over to his closet, pulling out a shihakusho and tossing it over to Takeru. He then reached into the closet's top shelf. "You'll be wearing this from now on..."
Micheal turned around, his left hand outstretched toward Takeru. In it was an armband with a patch on it, and on that patch was the emblem of the 10th Division - the kanji for 10 above a daffodil. "...Lieutenant."
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 10:57 pm
Drug unceremoniously from the white washed in between world, Takeru blinked rapidly in disorientation. Taking a moment to gather her wits as Micheal pulled away, glancing around the room none of the gadgets or decor bothered her, no it was the air. The air was thicker, not with humidity but with reishi. Takeru had encountered spots of air similar in Karakura but nothing like breathing it at every inhale, in fact it was making her temporarily light headed. But the familiar weight of her dagger in her left hand was as soothing as a muscle relaxant, and she twisted it's hilt in her fingers as she contemplated silently what had just happened. Just like any soul, she'd killed her fair share of Quincy, they weren't exempt from evils. Yet her puzzlement abated when she focused on Micheal again, she may not have known the full story but was well aware of the quarrel between two factions.
"What in the hell is this, huh?" She sputtered when a mass of white and black fabric caught her in the chest. Grasping the top of the garments she frowned. She distinctly hated wearing traditional attire even though she was subjected to it daily while living as and Uchidashi. Lowering the fabric before her when Micheal spoke up again she eyed the patch he held out towards her like it was a snake ready to bite. Wadding up the kosode she tossed the garment back at the Captain and pointed an accusing finger at it as it settled. "I'm not wearing that s**t," defiant, her dagger was held with a sure grip as her stance went lax, a sign that she was ready to strike out should Micheal even try to come near her.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 11:07 pm
Micheal caught the uniform deftly, giving nothing but a shrug. "You're far more recognizable in human clothes than you would be in standard uniform, but I would strongly suggest you at least wear the armband. That'll at least tell people you're not to be ******** with and that you have the right to order them around if they don't have an armband or a haori."
Micheal turned, replacing the shihakusho while he continued to speak. "Though...I'd be careful if I were you. There's been lots of infighting since the death of the last Head Captain, and I daresay that most of the other Lieutenants are still stronger than you. It's up to you whether or not you want to wear the armband, but you should keep it on you so people know you're a member of the Gotei and you don't get sent off to the Maggot's Nest or something. However...you're still my Lieutenant, whether you like it or not."
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 11:30 pm
"S'cuse the ignorance," Takeru bit out as she stalked closer to Micheal, "but the heck are you going on about? Taicho, Fukutaicho...my Japanese is only so good, little nuances are a b***h. So spell out how this crap works." Demanding, she shoved past Micheal's taller frame and began rummaging through the closet, looking in vain for something she could wear other than the travesty of a Shihakushou. Not only that, but she needed a replacement for MIA undergarments. Fishing out two seperate Shihakushou, obviously meant for a man instead of a smaller woman, she threw both of them on the desk before following in their wake.
Busying herself, she shook one of the kosodes out and picked out the white under layer, finding the seams and with a well placed stroke of her blade reduced the fabric into long ribbons. Leaving a few thicher pieces for support, she piled them away and look with a crucial eye at the second Shihakushou. If she was going to have to wear the crap then she'd be customizing it ASAP. Taking both the white and black Kosode she immediately sliced off the sleeves at the shoulder seam. The look would be ragged but she really couldn't care less. Whipping off her tank top, she set about binding her chest with the strips she'd carved up earlier and after a bit of tucking, pulling and squeezing ended up with a fairly supportive design that flattered her cleavage and gained extra leverage with the bit she'd attached over her shoulders and neck.
Dropping her pants came next and no fabric there was going to make comfortable underwear so she opted for slinging the two sleeveless kosode on before slipping into a set of voluminous hakama. Having worn the ensomble regularly it was tucked and tied in less than two minutes and Takeru took the oppertunaty to pull her arms from the outer black top layer and let it settle around her slim waist while the white under section gaped open through the front. Heh, the tops relatively fine...but the hakama... Wiggling her toes under the pile of extra fabric over her bare feet, she almost laughed as she turned back to Micheal. "Happy?" She questioned roughly, her hands finding her hips and resting against the uniform she hated more than any other.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 12:16 am
Micheal shrugged. His Japanese wasn't much better, and all of his pronounciation was off anyway. Besides, he liked speaking in English more - he thought in English, after all. "Maybe this would be better. Basically, welcome to the Army. The Americans would say the Marines, or something like that. You're a Vice-Captain of the Court Protection Squads, which means you're second only to me within the squad and second only to any captain overall. Invisibly, it marks you as one of the twenty-eight strongest shinigami in Soul Society, if you include the...Kido Corps."
Micheal had turned as he spoke, and held out the armband once more. "This belongs to you as long as you hold the position. Take it and keep it on you in case you are asked for proof of your rank. If you need access to anything that you can't access, ask me and I'll get it for you if I can. You are also given the task to protect this division from all comers, as have I. However, you take orders from me, and here I have the power to punish you for insubordination...though, that doesn't apply outside of military orders I give you." With a sigh, he added: "Do you understand, or do I need to say it again in French?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 2:17 pm
"Say it again and I'll rip you a new one." Switching over to English, she dropped down and started to hack away the extraneous fabric from around her legs, completely disregarding the mess she was making. Finally satisfied with the length, Takeru stood slowly and pierced Micheal with a scathing look. "Punish me for insubordination huh? Good luck with that," pacing the few feet between them she snatched away the arm band and made a b-line for the door. All the while her hand was clenching and unclenching around her daggers hilt, a habit she fell into when trying not to strike out at someone. The gesture could be interpreted as Takeru's thanks for being removed from the ambush, but that wouldn't be too obvious, especially to a near stranger.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 11:44 pm
Looking at the doors to his personal room, which were perfectly in line with his office, Micheal sighed. He didn't want Takeru to leave...yet. "Fermez," he commanded, and instantly his room and office doors both closed and locked themselves, and two layers of kidou-reinforced blast doors closed behind them - the inner set, closest to the normal door, was made out of uranium-239 while the outer set was made out of titanium. "You don't leave until I say you can leave, Takeru. Haven't you learned this yet?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 12:07 am
As soon as the doors slammed shut, Takeru whirled on Micheal, her amber eyes showing how close she was riding the killing edge. One false move and she would snap, tearing at anything that came in range. "Open the doors and let me out." Voice calm, Takeru lowered her head, her deadly eyes glinting out of a fall of ragged hair. Calm was unbecoming of Takeru and when she was at her most dangerous and slowly, her reiatsu began to rise. She'd induced a Summons once before by pure accident and now it began again, the turbulent flow exiting her as her eyes narrowed to slits. "Open the doors." Terse, she took a single sliding step forward, light and with a predatory grace she had yet to display to Micheal.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 11:52 pm
In response, Micheal didn't use kido. This time, he drew his zanpakuto and looked at Takeru evenly. "No. Do not think that you can give me orders, Lieutenant."
Micheal let his own reiatsu rise now, but not slowly like Takeru's. He spiked his own, far above the one-fifth limit imposed while on Earth - Micheal let out something moreso on the order of fifty to sixty percent of his full potential and stood tall, looking down at Takeru. "You will respect me, Takeru, and follow my orders. If I want you, I will take you. This isn't my full power, but it is more than enough to put you down - and if you anger me enough I will see no problem in doing so."
Now Micheal pointed his zanpakuto at Takeru and, without waiting for a response, released his shikai. "Split, Adonai." His zanpakuto extended, becoming a proper longsword, and even as it did Micheal began to meddle with the composition of the air, separating the water vapor into hydrogen and oxygen and binding some of the free oxygen with O2 molecules to create O3 ozone, which created a stench familiar to anyone who had been near a thunderstorm. "Now, Takeru...I wonder if you can guess the power of Adonai, and what I can do with it."
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 12:24 am
Takeru was seething; the writhing pool of hatred she gathered deep inside through the years festered into a malignant force, bolstering her still rising reiatsu as she pushed back at Micheal. Expending that pent up rage, she took shuddering steps forward through the charged atmosphere, her toffee eyes locked in tunnel vision with the Captain’s face. Takeru knew how powerless she was in this instant, knew how vulnerable more then she should, but she was bull headed and this time she wanted things to go her way. Even as each step jolted painful spikes through her hips and back, she bypassed Micheal’s naked blade and with a few meager steps she set her hips and somehow managed to look down at him over the bridge of her nose, even as his height eclipsed her own.
“Then do it.” She spat, vehement anger dripping off her tongue. “Like I give a rats a**, kill me for all I care! I’ve been looking forward to death for years, so put me down, I’ll be glad to go out with a bang!” Takeru could raise her arms, the pressures in the air kept her muscles pressed to her side, so she clacked her white teeth threateningly. “Your greedy a** isn’t going to kill me though; you’re too soft to do it, too weak minded, too emotionally vacant to do it! What? I’m worth about as much as a gutter full of refuse! So do it!” Breathing harshly, Takeru could careless about what his zanpakutou could do, she was past the point of being angry, she was furious and wouldn’t be denied her two cents on the matter.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 12:58 pm
Micheal returned Takeru's stare, his face even with no expression. "No. I will not kill you for the sole reason that I do not wish it to happen. You have given me no reason to kill you and in fact every reason to keep you alive for my own purposes. Killing you would be a waste of effort, a waste of your life, a waste of perfectly good powers that could otherwise be put to good use. You can beg for it, scream for it, you can assault me if you wish but I assure you that so long as you do not give me sufficient reason to kill you then I will not kill you."
Micheal brought his face closer to Takeru's and spoke more softly, his voice almost a hiss. "Do you know whose face you are looking into? I am no mere shinigami or Captain. I am one thing and one thing only. I am everything, I am nothing. I am king and peasent, I am dead and alive, I am mortal and immortal. Many shall assail me but none - none! - shall succeed." Micheal stood to his full height again, putting his zanpakuto away and spreading his arms wide. "Konoe Takeru, if you have ever asked yourself if there is a god, then here is your answer! I am the Lord, I am God, I am your God, I am everyone's God! And when the time comes I shall ascend to my throne and take my rightful place as God, a place that has been denied to me since I first realized that it was mine! Sosuke Aizen wished to touch the heavens, but he learned that was not his place and could not even dream of assailing MY throne! And when the day comes that I take it...if you are still with me, then you will sit at my right hand, free to exact your rage and wrath on the world as you with. If, however, you are not, then I shall bring my vengeance swift and sure, and in your dying moments you shall cry to me for mercy and finally know that I am what I say I am! I. AM. GOD!"
With that, Micheal turned his back on Takeru, speaking once more in French: "Ouvrez." The blast doors opened with a clang, and the office doors opened with them. "Leave, Takeru. Go to your office, do whatever. Reflect on this if you will...and I hope that you learn the lesson that I have taught you."
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 1:20 pm
"Imbecile!" Takeru barked at Micheal's retreating back, "You a God? If that were the case then I'll say I'm a rock and call it good! I know a complex when I see one." Starting at her dagger, Takeru did the unthinkable, she sheathed the weapon. She wouldn't need it now, the doors were open and she was leaving. Storming towards the opening she made it to the hallway, her reiatsu still whipping round her as it danced with her ire. Then a malicious grin split her lips, and Takeru stopped just before her form disappeared from view, and threw the badge back through the doorway.
"FYI, you were just manipulated, you opened the doors, and that's all I wanted." Taking off once more an unhappy laugh echoed from her chest, "True God's can't be manipulated."
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 1:49 pm
With a shunpo step, Micheal appeared in front of Takeru, blocking her way for a moment before he grabbed her by the collar with his left hand and lifted her so that their faces were level. "Naïveté is your greatest fault, Takeru. I opened the doors because I felt that my lesson had been taught and I wished you to leave. Obviously that was not the case..."
Slamming Takeru against one of the walls, Micheal brought his face close to hers, letting his right hand trace down her body. "You are not the one who manipulates, Takeru. I am. Furthermore, you cannot redefine a god as to your own will...that is committing the fallacy of no true Scotsman. I am God. You cannot define what God is if I am God, for my actions constitute those of God. I am not infallible, Takeru...but do not think that I am one to be manipulated. I knew full well that you wished to go, I was simply mistaken in thinking that you learned your lesson. Now...do you wish another?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 2:12 pm
Takeru kept smiling, even while being hoisted up and thrown into the wall, even while Micheal spouted more nonsense. Yet she kept that hate filled smile, "We could have this discussion 'bout Gods all day, a*****e. But I knew you'd come out here after me, so keep to your delusions if you want, naivete may become me, but I'm far from being addle brained." Raising her right hand, it settle almost gently against the arm that held her aloft until she gripped and used the leverage of her defined arm to take the cutting bite of fabric from the back of her neck. Really, her kosode was barely held on with her hakama, she could slip away with little effort, but Takeru was having a grand time.
Micheal's roaming hand was something she couldn't stand though, and she batted it away with her left hand before raising the appendage slowly. Placing her dark hand softly around Micheal's throat, "Teach me a lesson." Takeru antagonized, "Your lessons seem as effective as a mosquito bite, it's an annoyance for a while and then it goes away, like nothing ever happened." Laughing with malice, her hand at his neck tightened minutely, and with her unleashed reiatsu still riding her, she let her strengths go, a Drain beginning at the center of her palm. She knew he hated it, and hoped that the Drain felt as searing as Summons did to her.
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