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 Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 4:45 pm
Like Downtown, Uptown Karakura has a great many people, however; as Uptown makes up the surrounding area of Karakura, the expanse of area Uptown covers is naturally larger in base and while in actual size it's not a great deal larger, the difference is in how that land is distributed, properties are usually closely huddled together but not in a compressed manner, enough room for people to sit together and still have their elbow room. Uptown Karakura is made up of residential properties for the most part but is also where the three schools Karakura has become somewhat known for are located. Karakura High, the local high school is located in the Northwestern district and is in the middle-class neighborhood. Nagoya Elementary is located in the Southern district and is known for being very high-class. Nagoya University however; is in the Northeastern border of Uptown Karakura and despite its prestigious achievements and reputation the school is located geographically in a lower-class portion of town, shared by the diligent and the delinquent alike.
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 9:43 am
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Antonio Avila
ʈɧε ђμɱᾂɲ
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A sigh came from Antonio's mouth as his fist smashed into a wall, it cracked a bit from it. "I ran away from them. I failed once again. Why must I be this weak? I guess I will have to train even hard now from now on." he said to himself as he returned back to walking. For now he was going to head back home and plan out the next spot that would be a great place for training, because his first spot was take over by shinigamis and human form hollows. ══════════════╝ ═══════════════━╫━═════════════ I was give the worst pain a child could receive….
….It’s only normal to give that gift back. ((Moved to: Housing Complex))
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 6:46 pm
 Cyth Zevach<>19<>Advent Human<>5'7''<>The Messenger<> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Cyth walked slowly along the streets, wondering what to do. He wasn't usually this...restless he guessed at the mood or word, but he wasn't sure what to do. He was at a loss, actually, nothing could come to mind and that bothered him. After years of fending for himself, he managed to get to this point where he didn't need to every second of the day and night.
So now, he stopped to lounge outside a building and watch the people walk by, trying to imagine what their lives were like, or what their conversations were about. He was entertained for awhile but it quickly grew old as he once again grew impatient with the...restlessness wasn't a good word; antsy? Better, he supposed. He sighed quietly with frustration, why had this feeling come to him, perhaps it was the thrill of not being killed by the ones higher up the totem pole, perhaps it was just that time of the month, of the year for him to feel it. Groaning he leaned his head back with a nice smack and said out loud, "Someone take this listless feeling away." He straightened up as the word for the feeling finally came to him. He was listless, something new to his person, which was why he hadn't thought of it before. he didn't like it, he wished his old state of being would return, but then he wouldn't say that out loud because beggars often got more than they could chew. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 11:27 am
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✰Dimitri Veretennikov...
Head of the Butsuku...
╚═══════════╝ ☆═━Symphony of Starfall━═☆
Dimitri chuckled as he heard his rather new friend complaining aloud to whatever invisible force he was pleading at. He had made a game out of sneaking up on Cyth, trying to see how long it would take him to catch him in the act. A while probably, Dimitri was a warrior who was trained in things like that, Cyth was... well Cyth. He was a brawler, and a very loud young man, which made it all the more fun to sneak up on him. Dimitri was currently leaning on the wall next to him... he had used his HirenKyaku to appear next to his friend without him noticing.
"You're awfully loud for someone who's deep in thought aren't you Cyth?"
Dimitri was poking him with a bit of innocent fun, a very small and gentle smile on his face. It was strange for someone like him to befriend someone so brazen and brash, but Dimitri had an admiration for him for fighting off thugs, even if he usually did it for the sake of fighting. It was admirable in a not so noble way, kind of like an anti-hero in some kind of novel. Dimitri always had been a bit of a romanticizer though. ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓
If the stars should appear but one night every thousand years how man would marvel and stare.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 6:11 pm
Cyth Zevach<>19<>Advent Human<>5'7''<>The Messenger<> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Cyth looked over and stared at the man before his eyes widened and he cried out, "Ah! When the hell did you get there? I can't even think it with out something happening." A light smirk replaced the shocked one. He said slyly, "Guess who walked in a field filled with shinigami and arrancar and lived to tell the tale." Without waiting for a reply he gave a flourished bow and said, "You are correct! I did. As to your question, Yes, yes I am. Always will be."
He liked the older man who'd befriended him on a simple whim, or maybe because of his strong personality forced the Quincy to become his friend. Either way, the Quincy was one of his few friends and was privileged to know his gift and be able to utilize it for his gain, when Cyth felt like working that was. "I tried to find that group of rapers but was unsuccessful. They sure hide a lot for a group that strikes at least twice a week. I haven't even felt them on anyone. Police won't even let me near the vics or any of the information." He sighed at the frustrating task he had ahead of him that continued to evade his grasp. "They struck again last night. Only three blocks from my place." He pounded his fist against the wall, ignoring the blood that began to immediately bead on his knuckles, "I didn't even know!!!! What is the point of a gift that can't be used upon a whim to feel trouble around the corner, even when it's vague?"
Taking a deep breath he calmed down, his eyes determined, "But, they won't be around for long. I WILL make sure they'll be caught." He looked side ways at Dimitri, "Hey Mitri? How are you?" He was sure the calmer man would be slightly taken back at the abrupt change of topic but now that he was done getting the annoyances off his chest, he wanted to know how his friend was doing and Cyth was always one for speaking what was on his mind at that exact moment. Unless he was trying to survive a pack of other higher totems. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 9:46 pm
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✰Dimitri Veretennikov...
Head of the Butsuku...
╚═══════════╝ ☆═━Symphony of Starfall━═☆
Dimitri listened to his friend and nodded when it was appropriate. If there was one thing that could be said for Cyth he was passionate, and he was quite surprised to hear that he had survived an encounter between Shinigami and Arrancar. The spiritual pressure alone could have killed a lesser Advent.... but he supposed Cyth was made of tougher stuff then that. The rest was about a local group who was terrorizing the city, and the Russian had to smile at his friend's promise to capture the criminals.
"I have no doubt you will. Every time you say that too me, it ends up coming true."
Dimirti was immediately thrown off guard at his friend's question, though he did little to show it. He usually wasn't asked questions about himself like that by Cyth, but he would be happy to oblige.
"I'm doing well enough, though Quincy politics always seem to have someone who doesn't like the way I operate on my back. The older Quincy still have a deep grudge against the Shinigami for what happened so long ago... I'm a bit more forgiving. If I was just an apprentice or something they would just dismiss me, but I'm on the top of the chain-of-command, so they're much more... verbal."
Dimirti had to sigh. He was very proud of what he was, and who his people were, but they could be so thick headed sometimes he had to marvel they had survived this long at all. As far as he was concerned what happened was a tragedy, but to linger there was to deny any kind of forward progress, which was simple foolishness.
"As for your abilities... They are growing. I can feel it. Especially hanging around someone like me." ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓
If the stars should appear but one night every thousand years how man would marvel and stare.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 10:14 pm
Cyth Zevach<>19<>Advent Human<>5'7''<>The Messenger<> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Cyth frowned, "I don't see how, but I will trust your judgement I suppose." Cyth grinned at the talk of politics, he loved politics but that was one thing his friend wouldn't find out. Cyth couldn't let everything out of the bag. "Well," He said in a reasonably careless voice, "Why don't you hold a meeting with the big honcho of the Shinigami and get a treaty?" He shrugged, "Sounds easy to me, that is if the Shinigami are...what they say they are. Otherwise we advents have cause to worry as well." He yawned a fake yawn, "Well, you know that is why Shinigami went after Quincy right? Because they had power rivaling their own. Now we advent's are popping up with odder, less restricting powers, much more open to strength. Which considering your statement, could grow depending on your time with those of high reitsu."
Cyth stared at a child who was walking with a bounce in her step past him and the Quincy. That girl had nothing special about her, she had a stable life, Cyth was almost envious but he liked where he was now, even if he didn't like the how. He grinned at her as she looked over at him and Dimitri. Smirking as she looked away with a red face, he did often have an effect on females, but usually the younger ones which was interesting but rather depressing. Cyth asked, "How are you with the ladies?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 10:39 am
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✰Dimitri Veretennikov...
Head of the Butsuku...
╚═══════════╝ ☆═━Symphony of Starfall━═☆
Dimitri laughed softly when Cyth suggested that he just go talk to the leader of the Quincy, he had forgotten he had never really explained the chain-of-command for the Quincy before, so he supposed it would only be natural for his friend to make such assumptions about his people.
"Trust me, if it was that easy I would have done that a long time ago. The Quincy don't have one central leader like the Shinigami or the Arrancar. There are four 'Houses', each one with it's own specialties and tasks, and these four Houses work in harmony with one another to create the whole of the Quincy clan. I am the Head of one of these Houses. In order to make a treaty, I would need not only discuss this with the other three House Heads, but make sure it is something those under our command with agree too. There's no point to making a rule if everyone refuses to follow it."
Dimitri realized he was rambling, but it was nice to get these things off of his chest with someone who really wasn't involve with all the bureaucratic nonsense that came with having a hand in leading the Quincy. He took Cyth's comments about how Advent's could be in a great deal of danger as a result of their up and coming abilities before responding.
"I don't think you have much to fear. I have had dealings with one of their Captain's the one who deals with External Investigation. His job is to keep tabs on all the different spiritual species, and he seemed a fine enough man. But trust me, if it were ever to come to that, you'd have me and my house at the very least helping to protect you and the other Advents."
Dimitri meant what he said. He was forgiving, but that did not mean he would suffer injustice, from any species, even his own people. The Quincy observed the incident between Cyth and the young girl and couldn't help but let a smile spread across his face. He honestly thought it was kind of cute how all these young girls would blush at this loud and brash man. He was slightly taken aback by his friends question. Instead of saying anything he held up a finger instructing him to wait. He peered through the crowd of people and found a young woman who looked to be in her younger twenties, probably a collage student, and approached her. There was some talking, a giggle from the young woman, and within a few moments she pulled out a piece of paper and wrote something down on it before handing it to Dimitri and waving goodbye. He walked back with a slight smirk before showing Cyth the paper. It had a phone number on it.
"Being a cute, soft-spoken foreigner in Japan definitely has it's perks at times."
Dimirit laughed musically, because it was true, even before he had realized it, when girls would hear his accent and see his demeanor some of them would fall for him and he wouldn't even realize it. There were few things that the Russian would show off, but his ability to make a girl swoon was one of those things.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 11:43 pm
Cyth Zevach<>19<>Advent Human<>5'7''<>The Messenger<> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Cyth shrugged, he knew that tidbit but a house leader was still a leader. He could make his own treaty, the Quincy race was like one of a duck or cuckoo, if one did it, they all did even if they disagreed with it. At least that was his observations, not that he would share it with Dimitri. He'd let him solve his own problems, plus Cyth was a ruffian. He liked doing things forcefully, for his own benefit, so working with others to keep his own 'people' safe was none sense in his own book. Let the other houses worry for their own and you worry for your own and no one else's.
Cyth smiled at the declaration, "Well mighty fine of you and I thank you but I'll watch my back all the same. If I'm watching it, at least I know it's safe. No offense meant towards you... Mitri?" Cyth watched as the Quincy began scanning the crowds and seemingly finding someone walking up and began flirting with a hottie then come back looking triumphant.
Slightly jealous he observed, "You like the younger ones huh. I never knew." He wanted a girl his age or even slightly older to like him, not the 15 year olds who tended to have a crush on him. "So you're saying a gansta whatever-I-am don't have any kind perks? Tru dat." Rolling his eyes at his grammar, Cyth noticed a young man, near his age actually, take a little to long of a glance. His eyes targeted him, drawing the man's gaze back to him. Cyth sent a heated look through the eye connection and smirked successfully as the young man looked away looking panicked that he'd been caught staring at another man.
Cyth shook his head, "The kid could use some confidence. He's good looking after all. He would never know if I'd say yes unless he comes over, which he won't of course." He sent a grin at Dimitri, "Because he thinks we're together." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 12:06 am
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✰Dimitri Veretennikov...
Head of the Butsuku...
╚═══════════╝ ☆═━Symphony of Starfall━═☆
"Trust me, no offence taken. Sometimes you are the only person you need to watch your own back. I understand."
Dimirtri said, and he did. Sometimes the only comfort one could get in life was that they were capable of looking out for themselves, and that was something he knew Cyth could do. Dimitri blushed gently when his friend commented on the younger girls comment, which said just about everything that needed saying about the matter, but it quickly turned into a laugh at Cyth's comment about his reputation as a bit of a thug by those who disapproved of the kind of person he was. The Quincy observed the interaction between his friend and the young man who had walked by with curiosity. He knew Cyth was... open but was never sure if he actually 'swung that way', so it was quite interesting to see how the two reacted to each other. Dimitri nodded kindly when he mentioned the boy was good looking, and while Dimitri was very straight, he was secure enough to admit when a man could and could not be considered attractive. That nodd quickly turned into something between a bewildered look and a heavy blush, which was even more apparent given the Russian's pale skin.
"*Что!? Why would he think that!? **Тьфу, вот что я получаю за то, что такая нежная и женственная!!"
Dimirti ranted in Russian, before looking back at Cyth, his cheeks still rosy red.
"No offence, but I hope you don think... Because I'm not... ***Просто заткнись, заткнись."
*What!?
**Ugh, this is what I get for looking so delicate and feminine!!
***Just shut up, shut up
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 7:10 am
Cyth Zevach<>19<>Advent Human<>5'7''<>The Messenger<> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Cyth laughed openly and leaned in closer to Dimitri his lips very close to the ear, "You know it's not nice to tell people to shut up besides I think my looks are bit more fem. than yours." Cyth wasn't going to mention he'd sent a small, very small message to the boy, who'd actually been looking Dimitri via his gift, enough that it wouldn't trigger the odd side affect and still get the message across. One word, 'mine' was all it took to get the boy to look away.
Cyth shifted away and faced forward but still close enough to feel Dimitri's heat, he'd known the bits of Russian that'd come out the Quincy's mouth because Dimitri had begun teaching him it when it was clear their friendship was becoming more than acquaintances. Cyth knew the basics of other languages but Russian and English were the two more fluent he knew besides Japanese, his basic language. "I take no offense, you just don't lean that way." The words were quiet as they came out of his mouth, Cyth tugged at the chain connecting his lip to his ear. Still lightly smiling for the benefit of the boy who still glanced over at them, he reached up and pulled the eye patch to the side revealing a closed eye with a scar running horizontally and vertically intersecting create a cross on the center of the now useless eyelid. Very casually he pulled out a small dagger which he began to flip up and down, catching it by the tip of the blade each time. While he did the dagger flipping often, the thing with the eye patch was different, something Dimitri would notice as the older man would have never seen under the patch nor did he know the story behind it.
After all, despite his open relation with him, he found it hard to talk about it so he didn't. Now though, he used his scars literally and figuratively to scare the boy once and for all. After all the boy wouldn't know that he flipped his dagger around out of habit and with a small smile and his scars revealed, he looked to the outside world a could be psychopathic person. His arm kept brushing against Dimitri's arm as it caught the dagger, shoulders bumping occasionally. He said casually, " I know you've got that bow of yours but do you know how to use any other kind of weapon? After all there could be a time when, for some reason, you can't use it but need a weapon of some kind." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 12:15 pm
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✰Dimitri Veretennikov...
Head of the Butsuku...
╚═══════════╝ ☆═━Symphony of Starfall━═☆
Dimitri had known it would be a mistake to teach Cyth Russian, because now the boy understood most of what he said, even in his own native tongue. That advantage was now out the window. The older man's face was still filled with a heavy blush as his friend began to explain why he took no offence, but the blush faded when he saw Cyth pull back his eye-patch. The knife was something of no importance, that was a force of habit and so he barely payed the thing any attention at all. He had been about to ask about the scars that marred his friends face when Cyth asked his own question.
"I guess it could be considered a separate weapon..."
Dimirti pulled open one of the sides of his hoodie to reveal the Seele Schneider hilts that he carried with him at all times, completely inactivated, they were nothing more then fancy looking metal pieces until Dimitri actually focused reishi into them.
"Technically these are the most powerful arrows a Quincy can possess, however, they can also be used as a kind of psuedo-sword if my bow becomes useless... But I've never had to fight without my bow yet, and I doubt I will... especially considering my reputation with it."
Dimirti had never shown or even really talked about any of his personal weaponry or skills to the young man, and so Cyth probably had no idea just how skilled he was... Hell, he was the Grand Master of Ryoku in the Quincy clans, and that was saying a lot since the entire clan consisted of archers.
"I hope you don't mind my asking... and if you do forget I said anything... but how did you get that scar?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 11:08 pm
 Cyth Zevach<>19<>Advent Human<>5'7''<>The Messenger<> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Cyth stopped intimidating the boy to hold out his hand for the weapon. He examined it and was quite impressed with it. The weapon had a multiuse which was very useful and smart. "Are you good with it as a sword substitue?" He'd never seen the quincy fight but he felt as if the man would be vicious, after all one didn't become a top without being ruthless in his decisions. "I'd be carrying one of these around if I knew how to use a bow too. They're wicked." He smiled at his reflection even as the scars appeared to remind him. Reaching up he moved the patch back over the eyes, and handed the weapon back.
"I'd rather not tell you but, you've told me quite a bit..." Reaching out he mentally knocked on the Quincy's mind before beginning to speak, just a courtesy he'd developed.
'When I was 10, I fell into a bit of trouble. An unknown, I was am experiment of some kind though I have no idea what it was at the end.' As he began to speak he grew younger, shorter until he resembeled a 10 year old kid. 'Before they left me locked under some floor boards they marked me like this, saying it was so they could come back later and see the results. They locked me up and left, shortly after the police came and found me under there, still bloody from the cuts.' There was more to the story but he wasn't going to divulge that bit of information. That was something he was planning to take to his grave and not even Dimitri could pry it from him. His voice two notches higher on the scale, "That's the story behind it. Rather embaressing but hey, one has to be able to live to get revenge." And revenge would be sweet when he found those responsible.
"I evade police custody and continue on the streets, picking things up like tarot card reading which often were very accurate, when they wanted to be. My gifts started developing and I honed them, met you shortly after that time and here we are." He fiddled with the ends of his hat, not sure what else to say as he looked slightly downtrodden but determine as hell to get back up and do some stomping of his own. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 12:10 am
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✰Dimitri Veretennikov...
Head of the Butsuku...
╚═══════════╝ ☆═━Symphony of Starfall━═☆
Dimitri shrugged when Cyth asked about his skill when it came to using the weapon's secondary function as a sword.
"I've trained in it, so I know what I'm doing if I need to, but my bow is by the greatest means my best weapon. Among the Quincy I'm the best archer there is, so I don't think I'll ever be at a loss for using my bow."
Dimirti wasn't trying to brag, it was an accepted fact in the clans that he was simply the best archer they had. The Russian chuckled at Cyth calling the weapon 'wicked' before he took back the hilt and put it back on the inside of his hoodie. When Cyth spoke again, Dimitri listened intently, both with his ears, and as his friend began reverting to a younger form, with his mind. What he heard made Dimirti... angry, an almost foreign emotion to the Quincy considering how calm and kind a person he was. This... experimenting on a ten year old boy... leaving him for dead, mutilating his body so they could identify him later... This was inhumanity on a level that Dimitri could not tolerate. When Cyth was done talking, the Quincy spoke, and his voice was murderously calm.
"Cyth... When you find these people... Please tell me."
Whatever Dimtri planned to do with this information could been gleaned from the dark look in his eyes. He almost came close to accidentally releasing the very tight hold he had on his spiritual pressure to keep it from flowing out, for fear of causing Cyth strain beneath it. He caught himself, but his demeanor was still cold with outrage.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 12:33 am
Cyth Zevach<>19<>Advent Human<>5'7''<>The Messenger<> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Cyth responded, vicious in his words, "So you can take my own revenge from me? What is the point of living then? I should just let you take care of them and let myself die so I don't have to continue on with the thoughts of torture. You don't seem to understand Mitri, my revenge will be my own. Unless you plan on following me until I find them, you will not find out."
They were Cyth's nightmares and as much as he liked Dimitri, he would not let the older man try to coddle him by taking care of his nightmares. Only the pleasure of feeling their convulsing bodies would appease the phantom ache he felt on his eye that was now sightless. Cyth didn't even realize Dimitri was close to his own breaking point, unaware that the older man cared more about him then he let on and the thought of Cyth being tortured was cutting it close. He was to worried about how saddened Dimitri would feel if he knew all of it, not to mention he wanted to take out the ones responsible his own way, tit for tat, that is. Show those bastards that he wasn't a 10 year old kid anymore...well, not in spirit.
So now here he stood letting out hateful words, half of which wasn't true, just to protect a friend he may lose with the words. "I don't need your help, I am not some child you can control just because I've been mellow around you. You're not my FAMILY so don't try bossing me around!" Eyes wide at the sudden outburst he covered his mouth, he hadn't meant to say that. His childish emotions that bubbled up so often in this form had taken over as tears began to well up, "I-" He backed away from the older man, not sure whether he should run or not and unable to take back the words he hadn't meant to utter. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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