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 Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 5:48 pm
The Vice Captain's office was of little importance. A few things were scattered about, likely as useless as the massive box it was kept in. The whole room was an example of indecision, some spot's in discord, and what was left were neat patches, that were only a few inches later were bordered by an invading mess. The bookshelf was also an undistinguished thing, filled to the brim with furtive knowledge that would no less be filler. However the room was all to quiet and shy of a thing to hold no secrets of it's ruling lord. Anyone would be one to wonder what happens in this office when the work is finished, and duty and obligation didn't have any signal. Speaking of which, Takezo didn't have an office. No doubt it would be a wonderful place, for himself. The first rule of Takezo's office would be: "No Pants. No Exceptions."
Although the fact that Takezo was in this room itself was a question of it's own. He was recently up on the list for shikai training, and was waiting for his Captain to consult him further on the matter. He truly had no reason, he just didn't feel like walking all the way over to the Captain's office. It was this laziness that played a factor in his productivity, it was simple protocol to reap the benefit's and recycle the waste. In other words: "Enjoy the cool stuff, dump the work on someone lower on the hierarchy." The record for Takezo waiting for something had just been broken! At an insufferable four minutes, Takezo had anticipated something longer than anything else. The aloof fourth-seat had never intentionally waited for an event for longer than three minutes and forty-eight seconds, proving that this was a truly important ordeal, only to be held in such an unimpressive cage.
"s**t. This is taking forever... maybe I should visit the restroom?" At which he contemplated, 'Why is it even called a restroom? I haven't heard of anyone napping in there...' The idea that someone could sit upon a chilled porcelain seat for a refreshing amount of time intimidated him.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 7:34 pm
The words were quiet at first, slowly rising in volume as they came from nowhere, but suddenly became apparent, a resounding "Cannonbaaaaaall!!" ripping through the ceiling along with Tezuka as he crashed in from above, landing in a crater of debris in the center of the office floor. He blinked a few times, groaning as he stood up and shook the dust from himself like a dog. "Fawkin' A, man. Didn't realize the floor'as gonna collapse on me." He chuckled smacking at the back of his hakama pants as he looked at the wreckage just made. "S'not like I fawkin' jumped froma few stories up'r anythin'." The true was, in fact, that he had free fallen from higher than that, going from a swan dive to a triple flip before resorting to the fat kids weapon at the pool, curling himself into a ball and aiming a** first for the dropzone like he was bombing the British for shits and giggles. Ah it was good to be able to do these types of things and tell the recipient to ******** off while going back on his own merry way. He just might do that again this time around. Wasn't like Zaine wasn't used to random 'bouts of destruction happening around him. Especially with Tezuka now in charge.
Belching loudly Tezuka turned to look up, head shaking as he gave Takezo a double-take into a crack addict's neck twitch. "Op! Didn't see ya' there, T-K!" Tezuka laughed aloud, wading over to the boy and putting him on the shoulder. "Ya' ready ta' knock this b***h out?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 12:27 pm
His Captain's method of entry was more than a 1UP on Takezo, but it was more than expected from the rambunctious hic, Tezuka. He pushed around some debris with the bottom of his foot, as kicking would likely result in his ultra-sensitive feet going numb. Now that there was a nice sunroof to act as splendid ventilation, Takezo took out a cigarette with suffered lust, and lit it with what was likely to become another victim of the Bermuda Triangle or Loch Nes Monster or whatever the hell it was that ships and planes wouldn't go in.
"Sure." Was the short and blunt answer given. They were going to beat the s**t out of each other so there wasn't much use in strengthening social links if in the event someone's neck snapped from an overly aggressive testosterone punch. The thin paper quickly retreated as the embers came to feed on oxygen being vacuumed into Takezo's mouth, and the poison would rent a nice place in his lungs. Yet there was no research to prove this was harmful to a spirit, only the traditional fallacies from the modern arriving lost. The smoke exhaled was only visible for a short time before becoming transparent against the light gradient provided by the obnoxious skylight.
The conversation would make it seem like there was a third wheel, one that would take a beating from wheel uno and dos, but there were only going to be two in this fight, one Brad Pitt and one Edward Norton. "Let's knock bitches." All the while thinking of a way to minimize the labor, while also making the hole in the Lieutenant's ceiling less noticeable. Yet the most he would do was pick up the debris and throw it upward and out like a grenade.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 7:29 pm
Tezuka smiled at Takezo, eyes widening to compensate with the fact his cheeks bunched up when he made any expression of joy. "As a matter o' fact! That's exactly what's gonna happen, boyo!" And with that said Tezuka took Takezo's head in both hands, rearing his back and slamming the two together with such force as to make the boy unconscious without giving him a caveman's lobotomy. Quickly catching the boy's now limp frame Tezuka set it down in a clear patch of floor, finding a decent sized piece of timber and setting it underneath the boy's head. Sitting down a little ways away he pulled out his sealed zanpakuto and began to pick his nails with it, watching the blade sparkle luminously in the sunlight every now and then as he waited for Takezo to contact his zanpakuto spirit and release his shikai. "Have fun, kid." Tezuka said with a chuckle."Don't take to fawkin' long 'r I'll leave ya' for Zaine t'find later so he can open a can of whoop on from high."
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 12:41 am
A brow arch was in queue above Takezo's right eye, it wasn't a matter of he was about to be head-butted, but rather he was just referred to as a b***h without time to formulate an improper response, pull the pin, cook it and throw it precisely. The pulling muscles above his eye only made it easier for the bone framing the eye to sandwich between Tezuka's forehead and create a sizable bruise. The iris in each chocolate eye randomly opened and closed incredible speeds like rippling water for a moment, until they were concealed by the meat curtains.
Sensation was all but subliminal presence now, with an entrance parallel to the exit, the world of the Sereitei was torn to pieces, like paint revealing the true color of it's canvas. But instead of a canvas for him to paint on, a large court hall that was caught in a conflict between honest simplicity, and obnoxious decor. The sound of Takezo's head slamming against the wood floor was harmonized with the boom of large doors closing behind him, leaving it's inhabitants to rot in despair, or the alternative of a futile struggle. The pain from the initial send-off had subsided, but the nuisance of a slight headache wasn't a welcome guest. The constant pressure in his head would bother him whenever he tried to process any of his surroundings. Fortunately there was a luminous red carpet to contrast the dull, worn wood flooring, making an apparent and suspicious road. With little observation, a spot light provided from the untimely moon light was vacant, and seemed as good as a place to start as in the half-dark abyss.
Five arrogant steps would bring one to the center of the stage flat stage, it seemed almost intimidating to stand in such an exposed area, shining light upon reflecting truths while refining, and getting rid of crude lies. Difficult for anyone of short attention spans to see was the shine of a crown, between the deadly beak of a large three-legged crow, perched upon a raised thrown, sitting misplaced with all of it's encrusted valuables, about the dim and solemn shinto shrine like-environment. The large crow raised his large wind-sheering wings, and slammed down a gust that upset the ambient fog hovering above the floor.
"You're my Zanpaku-to right?" Bluntly and rudely asked the typical Takezo, "Why don't you just a be a good weapon and follow my commands to avoid any injury? I wouldn't want a weak Zanpaku-to just because he was disobedient and ended up getting butt-hurt." The large crow flapped his wings, this time much more aggressive with an intent for intimidation and domination. You speak so rudely..." The eyes of the winged black bird were glaring, and it became much more apparent that the iris was divided into many rings, alternating between a rich violet and pristine white before focusing on the pitch black pupil. "... You don't have any right to give anyone guidance, let alone commands. I would never listen to such a cowardly ignoramus as yourself."
The bird had begun to pull at Takezo's strings a bit, he didn't like taking s**t from anyone, let alone what he though rightfully his own. "I don't think you know who you're blowing off here," a hint of agitation pasted on Takezo's pale face. "but I think you best listen to your master before he needs to discipline you and -" Takezo was cut off promptly by his opponent, unprepared to be corrected, "You don't listen do you. I will not serve someone so worthless and conceited." Frustration was one thing Takezo didn't experience particularly often, and was dealt with, by using aggression. "No you listen you piece of sh-" He was cut off again, this time not by words nor logic, but by a cold and quick incision in his left under-arm, and his surgeon was fixing a pre-existing condition, permanently. It took a second to register, but the pasty faced man's face got even pastier somehow, the shock of strike was quick as his face and bust went cold and moist with sweat. "You thought you were in control. Making it easy for an assailant to strike without your expectation."
Takezo's confidence was quickly dropping, faster than his outer body temperature and his blood content. It wasn't arrogance begging to dictate, but now fear, and a pathetic defense mechanism called rage kicked in. Throwing a blind swing at where he thought his enemy was he tossed about, almost falling over completely from a sudden collapse to the left. "You let fear form a veil over your eyes and let your instinct take over completely? Meaning your body is expecting death." All sight of the over sized winged bird was lost, Takezo's eyes twitched about like an frequent drug user. 'Why is he so fast? I thought I was the one in control? Why am I being undermined?' Takezo toppled over, weakly catching himself in a submissive position on his hands and knees. A twitch pulled his face as a sum of blood spurted from the open wound, and the drops of condemned sweat falling to the ground, parting the thin layer of fog, to crash to the ground. 'Not in control. Don't Understand. Afraid. Going to die.'
"You who simply does not understand, you are not born with control. You do not inherit control. It is something you take." A nervous smile grew on Takezo as the blood flow began to slow, but wasn't quite yet done. "So I need to take control then huh?" It was incoherent rambling at the time, but through what little composed though process he could access at the time, he decided to try again.
Getting up sloppily, he looked at the ground, pulling out a fresh cigarette, and lighting it with the soon to be lost lighter. Pulling in a large drag, he calmed down somewhat, coming back to the Takezo everyone else back home knew and was likely annoyed by. "It's a funny picture you know... a big crow wearing that crown on it's head." Takezo stepped, or more so staggered forward a bit, challenging the spirit. Taking his bluff the steward came at his again propelled by it's massive wings, claws prepped to claim limbs. Unfortunately for the attacker, Takezo had a fine grip, and grabbed it's slender right foot, and slammed it into the one of the surrounding columns, and doing a combo into the floor, now a great spot to put a fountain now that room for piping was available. Unwilling to submit, the crow hurled it's other two talon adorned feet into Takezo's perimeter, but stomping the already grounded leg he grabbed a leg with each hand, only with enough time to escape death, but leaving some minor wounds to the side of the face and one talon even dug into the already established wound, setting back any clotting and furthering damage.
"I hope you've had a lot of time screwing around by yourself, because now you're all mine." Throwing the legs aside he kicked the bird in it's bird-groin with his right foot, and followed it up with numerous impacts to it's defenseless bird-face.
"I couldn't keep quiet... I've always been one of guidance... and you appear to be one of control. Which is greater though?" The bird continued to inquire as Takezo tore the crown from the great bird's mouth. "It seems I don't understand you enough yet... you appear to be such a wretched soul..." It continued to ponder on this man who had just defeated him, at full strength, while the man was weak and vulnerable. "Perhaps with my guidance you can adjust to be a better person." The bird was awfully eager at the idea, perhaps it thought of it as a great task or test. "Yeah, sure." Takezo was utterly unenthusiastic over the idea of having a councilor for ever decision, but hell whatever made the crow happy so long as he would go along. Setting the crown completely crooked on his head, Takezo stepped up to the ornate throne, and claimed it for his own. "Does this qualify as control?" The staggering bird looked up at Takezo, seeing such a man on the throne he watched over since this psychedelic world's birth, felt somewhat complete, but as if many things were about to crumble and change with uncertainty. It became clear that this wasn't exactly the wrong ending. "Takezo Munenori... I will observe you as the king of this world as long as I see you capable of it's responsibilities. During this time, you will also have access to my power. Let them flow into your heart and embrace their-" ... "Enough with the formalities. What is you're name?" "I am the guide for the lost, and stray... Yatagarasu."
"Hmph. Not a bad name..."
Back in the Sereitei, Takezo's body lay fairly limp. This peaceful respite was however interrupted Takezo getting up like piece of paper being snapped into position in the hands of an accountant. "... Not a bad name at all... Yatagarasu." At the first calling of his name, the blade of his Zanpaku-to broke down completely into what seemed like a multitude violet and gray feathers. Distributing themselves equally in two they each swarmed about his hands and accurately closed in against his flesh. forming two gloves that seemed like a combination of a gauntlet and a fantasy adventurer's glove. Alternating gray and purple fibers stuck out of the stalks of feathers, exiting the cuffs of the new apparel. Two talons were equipped at the index and middle fingers of each glove, and the glove was sectioned with flexible plates fitted somewhere in the layering of the glove, all laid in sections that perfectly matched the creases and joints of Takezo's hands, allowing no restriction. This was all very amazing and all, but remembering that his Captain was still likely there forced him out of gawking for a second. "I'm back bro."
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 11:11 am
" That's 'Cap'm Bro' to you, Takezo." Tezuka said with a chuckle, twirling his knife as if it were a gun and holstering it as such. Standing up he drew back over to the boy's side, extending a hand out to give Takezo a leg up. "Now, ya' gonna show me what them shiny new hand warmers can do'r they just for show?" He wasn't willing to take the kid in a lax way, consciously letting his reiatsu leak out from his pours and form up into reiryoku around himself. His body became hard as stone, yet still retained its human-like squish as he grabbed firmly for Takezo's hand.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 6:02 pm
"Yeah whatever." Takezo took his Captain's assistance only halfway, using his hand only as a means of gaining momentum which was finished with a stabilizing pelvic thrust. His feet planted at the pivot point from where he once lay, he got up close to Tezuka's face, smiling in the crazy, cocky-a** way he always did. "Come at me bro." Provoking him? Perhaps. Yet it was more of a mutual way to accept a challenge or to play than a method of arrogant spiting. Takezo knew Tezuka was likely much stronger than himself, but he was curious of his new powers as well. Hoping it wasn't something stupid or, god forbid something completely flamboyant or some stupid defensive type, he analyzed the feel of the weapons. They didn't feel malevolent quite yet, they were still virgins of the battlefield, and at the same time they felt like they would guide his fists to victory. Now Takezo would do all the guiding, but it almost felt as if they gloves were saying 'Take my lead'. This would never truly happen, but since it was the first time, he for once decided he would take note of any advice given by his Zanpaku-to if it didn't mean abandoning his own policies.
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