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 Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 4:21 pm
~{Rocky Grasslands}~
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A Few hundred meters north of the Third Division's Communal Memorial lay this oddly tranquil grassland. Hidden away from normal view it is a place where Tezuka has chosen to undergo the strenuous task of learning his future craft of maliciously beating the tar out of his enemies. A style that screams his name even at a costly price, he is willing to bear this arduous task with open arms and clenched fists, all the while smiling like the child of war he is.
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 4:36 pm
Tezuka lay quietly amid the shin-high grass, an arm folded behind his head in support of his body's control center in a semi-cushioned way. Eyes stared lazily as clouds skulked by, tripping over each other as they moseyed along their undetermined paths. His other hand lay in front of his face, helping aid his rather compact, sealed zanpaku-to balance haphazardly upon the tip of his nose, eyes looking past the act every now and then before crossing to watch it drunkenly try to keep its balance where it stood. He hummed lightly in wait, not really caring how long it took his fellow captain, Mikhail, to make his way here to this quiet corner of the Seireitei to receive him reluctantly as his student. They shared a common dislike among one another, but still seemed to come to a general consensus when it came down to bare-knuckle conflict, especially seeing as how the Captain Commander would've surely beaten them both into a tiny pulp if the two couldn't learn to set aside their differences in multitudes of opinions. He blew air up at a passing insect, watching it flutter violently in the breeze before recovering and continuing on its merry way, eyes tracking it until they were strained far enough before returning to his self-amusement. Sometimes, he wondered why the Captain Commander even made them gather together at all with the other captains. It always ended in someone stepping on another's toes, intentionally or not, and that always ended in some sort of fight.
He shrugged off the thought now, no longer giving a damn about the ******** up inner politics of the Central 46 and the Captain Commander. They did what they did, and he was along for the ride whether he enjoyed the view or not, and that's all that mattered to them. No sense in arguing with an already confused system. Another song came to mind, changing his tune and tempo to catch up to the song playing within his brain, laying there patiently as he waited for Mihkail.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 6:19 pm
Appearing just a centimeter above Tezuka, the young playful Captain and tautned him. Kneeling down to get closer to the face of the relaxing man. Placing either hand just a centimeter above his shoulders, Mikhail was placing himself in a sneak attack position that would have him pinning down his fellow Taichou. All he need do is open his eyes and jump just enough for me to pin him against the ground! Biting his lower lip, Mikhail was careful to tame his flirtatious mind. You're not here to flirt with him, you're here to train him! Chuckling soundlessly, he rebuttled back against his own mind. Can't I flirt just a little? Smiling with every inch of his pearly whites showing, Mikhail anxiously and impatiently waited for his academy crush to liven up. Its so boring when they don't wriggle away from you. Pouting cutely, the ignorant and naive Captain held his positon firm.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 3:51 pm
Tezuka jumped up a little bit, unexpectedly startled by the sudden appearance of Mikhail, but not enough to cause him to yelp or gasp. Besides, the other man had him pinned down, so there was no point in him trying to resist whatever tortures Mikhail had in store for him. He smiled, showing his pearly whites before breaking the shiny teeth to reveal into an open-mouthed laugh. His eyes creased a little bit as he did so, settling down from his jovial change to look into the other's eyes with a slightly platonic gaze of mired happiness. It was instances like these that Tezuka enjoyed about Mikhail, but right now really wasn't the time for a little 'romp in the sack' between them. "Why hello there, Captain." He said in a slightly seductive tone, a smaller smile returning to his face before totally disappearing to reveal a look of subtle curiosity.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 7:15 pm
Feeling a moment of arousalment, Mikhail brushed the right side of his face against Tezuka's left side. Whispering softly into his ear, he scolded him gently. "Don't be so formal, its just me." Allowing his hands to find their way down to the sides of Tezuka's torso. Stopping himself from going to far, Mikhail rose up off of his academy friend and to his feet. Standing over the boy did little to help his rush of emotions and feelings that were far beyond his control. Keep your composure. This isn't the time for such foolishness.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 8:04 pm
The feeling of his skin touching Mikhail's sent a small shiver up his spine, making him sigh lightly as the the other drew himself away and up off the ground. "So," he started, pushing himself into a semi-sitting position and planning to stand," are we ready to make this s**t happen? Or you just gonna fool around with me?" He smiled, using his arms atop his knees to propel himself into a fully standing position before the giant. With hands on his hips he tilted his head to the side and stared up at him. "Hmm?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 2:12 pm
Smiling brightly still, Mikhail shrugged. "Training first, play later. Sounds good to me!" Insinuating something erotic later, Mikhail left that last bit to the imagination of Tezuka, "play later" being anything he could possibly think up. Not only was this a ploy of sorts from the flirtatious Mikhail but it was also another hint as to what Mikhail wanted to do later. Hes so cute when he looks up to me. Tossing a sidewinding wink towards Tezuka, Mikhail opened his stance and put his arms at perfect 90 degree angles. Nodding to Tezuka, he spoke, more serious this time around. "Best way to learn any Hakuda is by experiencing it first hand. Attack me with whatever Martial arts of hand-to-hand style you want."
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 6:22 pm
Tezuka chuckled lightly to himself and took a few steps back, right foot moving back behind the left as he took up a semi-disciplined stance, arms held at his side for a second. Without warning he suddenly came at Mikhail in a sprint, leaping forward as he twisted his body into a closed cartwheel kick, bringing his left heel down as arms were held tightly to the body to create momentum. The right would follow the left, leaving Mikhail little room to breathe as he planned to land and immediately transfer into a sweeping kick followed closely by a back-handed tornado punch.
To the untrained eye it looked like Tezuka was just wildly flailing himself about, but it was actually a set of specially timed attacks that were spaced as to give little room for any sort of counter-attack.
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