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 Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 6:41 am
❁Starlight Lounge❁
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This where Squad 8 and other Squad members come to relax, eat, drink, and even parties at. This place is big enough to fit over 500 people in here so please enjoy yourselves.
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 1:30 pm
  Hiro Kimura 木村 寛 ____________________________________________________ Hiro looked mournfully into his huge mug of sake, blonde fringe hanging over his eyes, and thought philosophically about his upcoming interview with the Captain of the 8th Squad: Shoechii Fudo. It was praying on his mind, despite his efforts ( -> sake) to dispel these unsavory thoughts of torture chambers and snooty-looking people looking down on him over clipboards. Geez, he had had enough of that sort of person at the Academy. Frankly, his Zanpakuto spirit Tomoshibi Tategami, a.k.a. Tomo-chan was not helping him. He had never met anyone else with as active Zanpakuto spirit as his own. These shinigami did not know just how lucky they were. You simply MUST achieve the station of Lieutenant, Baka-chan! She had gnawed him practically all through the night. He had hardly gotten any sleep as a result. The woman was a shrew. Maybe that's the reason behind me still being a bachelor? He thought with a half grin. Married to my prissy, power-hungry Zanpakuto spirit. It was really too bad he didn't have the prideful drive of Tomo-chan, he knew he drove her nuts with his lack of ambition, but he was danged if he was gonna change now. Hiro had, at first, thought to join the 12 Squad, according he had been advised, but, frankly, that squad did not draw him. The 8th Squad had opportunities. And opportunities was what made Hiro tick. What had sold the idea to Tomo-chan was that she seemed to be seriously taken by the man. Especially with his hair, for some inexplicable reason....though he could understand the hair part. How long did the man spend in the morning to make up the do? Amazing. However, Hiro really had no idea how to handle this new concept, once this realization had dawned. Was it possible to have someone's Zanpakuto spirit fall in love with another shinigami? What did that mean for the shinigami of the spirit? He knew that Tomo-chan was some part of himself...did that mean he was in some way attracted to Shoechii Fudo? This idea made him take a longer swing of sake and shudder inwardly. God forbid. He thought piously. That is SO not my line of inquiry...But it sure does put a whole new world of discomfort on this stupid interview... Eyeing the clock on the wall blearily, Hiro propped his now rather drowsy head on an uncertain hand. Why the Hell did I bother applying for a Squad position? He asked himself, sighing. I could be out on solo field work right now, if it wasn't for Tomo-chan.He looked beside him as someone, an all too familiar someone, poked him hard on the forehead. A petite golden figure frowned down at him, neko ears flickering this way and that in annoyance. Tomo-chan's face pouted. You shouldn't get drunk for this interview, Baka-chan, she said Our new Captain won't like it if you turn up smelling like a cheap bar floor, you know.Hiro shrugged. "What makes you so sure he'll even bother accepting us, huh Tomo-chan?" He certainly won't if he sees you in this state! Are you deliberately undermining my plans?Hiro thought this might be a good idea, but was rapped on the head as soon as this thought went through his head. It really was such a shame Tomo-chan knew him so well. Baka! Pull yourself together! I don't want to be rolling in dirty ditches and paddocks for the rest of my days just to satisfy your laziness!"Sounds wonderful..." replied Hiro dreamily. With a snort, Tomo-chan disappeared. "But perhaps your right." Hiro added, now to the empty air. "I really should stop undermining myself." he grinned as some people around him looked at him curiously, wondering who he was talking to. "At least I know that in the 8th Squad, I'm sure to meet other nut-cases like moi." He took another swig of sake. ____________________________________________________ 8th Division... ☻...I just like to makes notes, is all... ⅰⅱⅲⅳⅴⅵⅶ ⅷⅸⅹⅺⅻⅠⅡⅢⅣⅤⅥⅦ Ⅷ Ⅷ ⅨⅩⅪⅫ
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 1:51 pm
 "Why is it that someone like me became a captain..."XXRank | CaptainSquad | OneXxXChess Pieces | Queen & PawnXXXXiName | Gojiro KiryuXXXXXXXXXXXXiSong | My Train of Thoughts  With a heavy breath, the white hair man came out of a long stream of nearly a hundred shunpo away from his squad grounds to the squad eight. He had escaped a large dose of paper work that had come close to being forced down his throat. Gojiro did not want that part of the job, in all truth he wasn't sure if he truly wanted this job at all, too much work trying to take care of a region like Seireitei, but it always needs a head captain to protect it, and one that knows of the ancient zanpakuto teachings has enough power to prove himself strong enough for the rank, but this tactical man also made it painfully obvious to central 46 that he was also mentally stable enough for the rank.
Looking around for a moment, his eyes seemed to become confused, he had shot all over the realm that he had actually gotten himself lost and appeared in the squad eight grounds just at the restaurant that it had possessed. This place had a small reputation already, but Kiryu was a man who needed to test such things for himself, and not just take someone's word for it.
"This place already has a smell about it." The head captain said to himself while reaching his hand out to the door, opening it just wide enough to step into it. He moved in with his very large reiatsu already moving into the land, even with his dual zanpakuto sealed. Even he sensed another presence when he entered, it had been a male shinigami, this only caused the very tall white haired man to smile a bit.
Entering completely the man moved in with his haori hanging off of his left shoulder, Yon and Yun at his hips, and his blue eyes searching over the room, with a quick shift in their color going red for a moment, but only for a quick second in time. Many would think they were just seeing light bounce off of his iris in a strange way and leave it at that.
Shifting his weight over the man took a seat, and began to close his eyes. He felt the other person's reiatsu in the air, he wondered if they had just entered before himself, or if they had been lingering. Either way it wouldn't be long before Kiryu himself would decide to go speak with this person for personal entertainment, or perhaps this one would come to himself first. Either way entertainment would be arriving shortly.
________________________________________________________________________________________ "...Is it because of my skills? Or perhaps I hold the greatest strategy, well, it's a mystery." [Out Of Cookies: Short post, little bit of writers block.]
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 3:09 pm
Hiro Kimura 木村 寛 ____________________________________________________ Hiro was rather out of it. "I really should lay off the sake a bit." he told himself, but took a swig for old time's sake. He peered not overly soberly at the newcomer. "That's quite a bit of reiatsu ya got over there sonny boy." he slurred, attempting to thumb his nose at the pale-haired man in a friendly manner, but managed to miss his actual nose by a couple of inches. There was something eerily familiar about the newcomer, but blast it if he could put his finger on it. He had missed his own nose, after all. "I don't suppose you'd like a drink, would ya?" he continued, sneezing. He always sneezed when he was completely bowled over. Hiro half walked, half crawled over to the pale newcomer and plonked down, uninvited beside him. "Nice place this is, isn't it?" he asked, draping a comradely arm over the other's shoulders and offering him a drink. "This stuff's pretty good. Not that watered down crap they give ya in town nowadays. Not that I drink a lot." he added, in spite of all evidence. "Just every now and again. Like when I'm worried. And I'm damned worried right now, ya know. Big damned interview coming up, blast it." he added, blinking forlornly. "Gotta be careful, though. I wouldn't want to get drunk and make a bad impression. Blasted impressions." He patted his robes and pulled out his GREEN NOTEBOOK, the one in which he wrote his inane poems when drunk. Hiro looked at the pale man. "I don't suppose you have a pen on you, would ya, mate?" He asked, still groping around in his own garments. "I gotta write this down like, see?" ____________________________________________________ 8th Division... ☻...I just like to makes notes, is all... ⅰⅱⅲⅳⅴⅵⅶ ⅷⅸⅹⅺⅻⅠⅡⅢⅣⅤⅥⅦ Ⅷ Ⅷ ⅨⅩⅪⅫ (Short posts happen to even the best of us...as such they often happen to me,as I'm not the best of us! LOL smile Gidday! Nice to meet ya! smile )
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 3:35 pm
"Why is it that someone like me became a captain..."XXRank | CaptainSquad | OneXxXChess Pieces | Queen & PawnXXXXiName | Gojiro KiryuXXXXXXXXXXXXiSong | My Train of Thoughts Looking over to the person walking to him, Kiryu placed his hand down on the table gently, as if he were taping his fingers in a type of code for himself to remember. As this person approached him, the scent of sake came around in the air, it was already funny. Only being the head captain for no longer than a months time now, Gojiro had already met a very small handful of captains, and is still getting to know his squad.
With a quick pull back of his head, Gojiro's eyes became wide as a finger poked him in the face. This had become a very awkward thing for himself, not many peopled placed their hands on his face, more so since he is the head captain. But he enjoyed this person already, he had the balls to actually come up to a person he didn't know, invade their personal space, and then just plop down to sit with them. Of course this is all spawned because of the fact he has some liquid encouragement filling his veins.
Smiling for a second, the person had offered him a drink, and the Head Captain was not about to be passing this up. So with his hand up in the air, he smiled to the bar keep
"Give us enough for six rounds each." Gojiro said with a smile on his face as this young man continued to speak, this time about how nice the place is, and onward to how good the sake is and something about impressions. This had him chuckle a bit as he agreed and started to nod. It was true, this place had a nice scene, and from the thick smell of alcohol on this ones breath, he proved this place had a good drink about it.
"Yeah, impressions are a b***h. So my drunk friend, whom might you be?" The white haired vizard asked to Hiro, a small smile still on his face as he leaned back in his seat, starting to look for a pen on his body, pulling one out from the inside of his Gi, he always had to have one on him in case he had to quickly sign some papers if his soldiers ever found him. The thought of that had been a nightmare, but it is something that can happen at any time.
________________________________________________________________________________________"...Is it because of my skills? Or perhaps I hold the greatest strategy, well, it's a mystery." [Out Of Cookies: Nice to meet you to, welcome to the guild. I hope you have fun and stay active.]
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 4:57 am
Hiro Kimura 木村 寛 ____________________________________________________ Hiro looked at the pale man inadmiration as he ordered a whole six rounds. "Ya really are a good man, ya know." he told him, feeling this truth to the bottom of his tipsy heart. "All heart ya are. Thanks mate." Hiro blinked at him as he asked for a name, then fumbled the pen he was offered and worte something unintelligable down. The pool of sake he had inadvertantly spilt reminded him of a flower, for some reason, and he was trying to write a poem about this. No, don't ask why. But we all know the answer is: sake.. "I'm not drunk." he stated, frowning as he did his best to keep the end of the pen on the paper without knocking a hole in the paper itself. Not as easy as one might think... "I'm just currently, ya see, slightly enlightened, ya see. Hiro's my name, mate. Hiro Kimura. Child and man. That is to say, I was called Hiro Kimura when I wasbut a mere child and am still called so today...I think." He thought about this statement, and found it sounded just fine the second time around too. Probably even better than the first time around. "Gotta interview with the Captin', ya see? My Zanpaktuo spirit, that's Tomo-chan between you and me, but she dosen't like me talking about her, says I ought to be Liuetenant. She's a bit of a b***h. Gives me headaches like no other woman does, ya know. Geez!" he added in mild annoyance as the pen slipped and his slanted flower sketch became even more pathetic-looking... "And what about you, mate?" he asked, giving back the pen. "What's a good friend like you called?" He peered drunkly at the blonde man, still trying to remember where he had seen him before, but giving up, realising that this was one battle he could not win, and took another swig of sake. "Got a bit of spirit power around ya, in any case." He raised his mug in a toast to his new best friend. "Good to see, mate." ____________________________________________________ 8th Division... ☻...I just like to makes notes, is all... ⅰⅱⅲⅳⅴⅵⅶ ⅷⅸⅹⅺⅻⅠⅡⅢⅣⅤⅥⅦ Ⅷ Ⅷ ⅨⅩⅪⅫ (Thanks for the welcome. Pleasure to be amogst good people who actually POST!!! I certainly intend to remain active. I just warn everybody, that since I work at different interval of the day (I'm an English teacher...), my posting, while frequent, is usually irregular...so I'll say 'sorry' beforehand smile LOL )
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 3:03 pm
"Why is it that someone like me became a captain..."XXRank | CaptainSquad | OneXxXChess Pieces | Queen & PawnXXXXiName | Gojiro KiryuXXXXXXXXXXXXiSong | My Train of Thoughts Listening to the man ramble, Kiryu just smiled slightly. It seemed the young man had a bit too much in him, entertaining to say the very least now. First walking in Gojiro had only expected a mild form of laughter to come his way, but now around this man he did his best not to laugh. Not even but a month in as a captain, head captain as given to him by central 46, and now finally away from paper work he found a young drunken fool whom was after the seat of Lieutenant. This one seemed to want rank, or from how he explained from his "b***h" zanpakuto as he called the blade, wants him in the rank.
Nodding to the light heart man as he began to give heavy compliments to Gojiro, the Head Captain only smiled further when the drink did arrive. Taking a quick swig of the rice wine, he noticed this shinigami spill a small bowl of his sake, then begin to write. Staring at his slightly scribbled poem, Gojiro's eyes flashed red for a moment as if taking in the words at an instant, like photographic memory. Now the poem in mind and this mans silly attitude taken in he wondered what uses this here Hiro Kimura would have in the future of Kiryu's true plans.
Looking around for a moment, Gojiro took in another swig of his drink, the taste was sweet, but it also held in a lovely kick about it. Such things in life had to be enjoyed or some could very well pull in too much stress. As the small phase goes "you have to enjoy the little things in life."
Pulled away from this he listened in further into the talk of Hiro giving off his name, and then after what looked to be heavy thought, finally asked for his Head Captain's name.
"I am Head Captain Gojiro Kiryu." The white haired man said as he finished off his first bowl, then starting on his second one slowly. Taking his pen back after that and placing it away in his Gi, Kiryu heard Hiro speak again, but now about his level of reiatsu (Spiritual Pressure/Spirit Power) and it happened to make this man laugh a bit. One of the very reasons that he was given his position of head captain by 46 had been because of his level of power, but there were also more thing to it than just his attributes that were good for combat.
Raising bowl of sake to meet Hiro's Gojiro smiled a bit.
"It is very nice to meet you, Hiro." The man said after the touching of their bowls, only to pull his back in for a drink. His large body of seven feet had a good need of alcohol consumption before he would feel a buzz, but this sake could very well do it if he were to drink all six bowls instead of sharing it down the middle with Hiro.
________________________________________________________________________________________"...Is it because of my skills? Or perhaps I hold the greatest strategy, well, it's a mystery." [Out Of Cookies: No worries, we understand that people have different schedules in which we can be active. Oh and English had been one of my favorite subjects back in school, but not one I always passed with the highest of grades. No, best subject was History. So what grade level do you teach, and I am going to guess that you have been doing summer school work, or are just getting your class room all situated for the new school yer?]
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 1:16 am
Hiro Kimura 木村 寛 ____________________________________________________ Hiro nodded as the other man introduced himself. "Nice to meet ya mate." he said, not really paying any attention...then something surfaced from the depths of his rosy-pink subconcious, a brown mass of distress that floated to the surface like a terrible smelling gas bubble, and his muddled brain caught up with his ears. Awww sh¤t...he thought, and voiced it too. "Ah, yeah." he said, sobering up all of a sudden and turning from drunken pink to the rosy shade of someone who is seriously embarrassed. He stumbled into a bow hurredly and scratched the back of his head in complete shame and awkwardness. "Daijoo!" he said, looking respecfully at the messy floor and still slurring a bit. "Hiro Kimura humbling requesting forgivness for his irreputable behaviour!" Damn, he thought, Tomo-chan's gonna kill me...If this Daijoo doesn't beat her to it, that is. No way I'm gonna make Lieutenant now. This last thought made him brighten up a bit. Almost made his eminent death seem better, too. ____________________________________________________ 8th Division... ☻...I just like to makes notes, is all... ⅰⅱⅲⅳⅴⅵⅶ ⅷⅸⅹⅺⅻⅠⅡⅢⅣⅤⅥⅦ Ⅷ Ⅷ ⅨⅩⅪⅫ
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 3:16 am
"Why is it that someone like me became a captain..."XXRank | CaptainSquad | OneXxXChess Pieces | Queen & PawnXXXXiName | Gojiro KiryuXXXXXXXXXXXXiSong | My Train of Thoughts Gojiro looked to the man happily as he noticed the flicker in his eyes go from happiness, to complete and utter fear. This was something truly beautiful to take hold of so quickly. Watching someone drunk to the point balance was out of the window, quickly turn into a very uptight and paranoid person had been something that humans would want to catch on video and post on their so called "Youtube" on the internet.
Taking another drink he watched Hiro shoot to the ground like a bat out of hell. A funny sight to watch, but still a bit annoying all of a sudden. If Kiryu wanted such an action he would have told the man who he was to begin with, but with how things work in Seireitei it didn't matter whom you were, if you had the rank of Captain or were Royalty, sadly enough it is believed Gojiro is both, but for certain one of which, people quickly drop to bow and show respect. This one seemed, in the eyes of most, to show disrespect to one of the most powerful, if not the most powerful captain in Seireitei, so out of fear of death and punishment, in that order, the young Shinigami dropped to the ground and began to show as much respect as he possibly could.
"Why are you on the floor? Get back on your a** and drink with me, that's why I bought this sake." Gojiro called out with a bellow of a laugh erupting from him as he looked down to Hiro-san, taking another drink of his second bowl of sake. If he wasn't careful, the head captain would be ordering more drinks until the two forgot their own names.
Looking down at his own zanpakuto, Gojiro laughed again. The two wolf gods of zanpakuto had spoken to him, and made him laugh. The two were ancient, and held great power among them, hell some of their past wielders were not strong enough to handle them in shikai, and died during the release of that form. It is a sad thing, but it happens with some rare zanpakuto. Gojiro just had the large enough reiatsu to handle such a release form his powerful dual spirits.
________________________________________________________________________________________"...Is it because of my skills? Or perhaps I hold the greatest strategy, well, it's a mystery." [Out Of Cookies: ]
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 1:57 pm
Hiro Kimura 木村 寛 ____________________________________________________ Hiro peered up at the Captain uncertainly, then shrugged. "Well, if I'm gonna get my drunken a** kicked, I might as well tank up a bit more first, and give people a real reason to do so, huh Boss?" he said, with a self-mocking lopsided grin. "I can just hear Tomo-chan whining about this. Geez, I'm gonna get hell for this." he added, more to himself. He plumped back next to the Captain, and drowned himself in another round of sake. "So, um, Daijoo." he said, trying to get back into his less shocked mood, and finding that this was not quite such a challenge. "How long have ya been Captain round the 8th, then." he then looked appologetically at the other man. "Sorry, I was never good at small talk. And frankly, I'm nervous." he gave Gojiro a look, then went on. "No, don't worry, I've gotten over the shock of being too bloody familiar with my future Captain, nah, it's Tomo-chan. In her eyes I'm never gonna live this one down. I mean," he continued, warming to the subject, and to the sake. "Ever been married, sir? I sure haven't, and Tomo-chan is enough to put any sane man off of the idea. Bitchy, prissy, annoying, demanding. It's enough at times to make you cry. She goes on, and on, and on..." he took another swig of the bowl which made the world a happier place every time. He took out a YELLOW notebook from his robes and opened it to show Gojiro a neatly penned blueprint of a room. "See this, sir? This is the layout of Kiyoko Masahiro's quarters. Precise right down to the inch. I'm gonna get a good price for this information, I can tell you. That lady's got a couple of admirers...for lack of a nicer word. Though 'stalkers' might be more appropriate. Mind you, if I weren't completely sure she could handle them with both hands tied behind her back I would, naturally, never even consider divulging such information." He shrugged and grinned cheekily. "And to be honest, if she doesn't want to date me. Cheers Boss." ____________________________________________________ 8th Division... ☻...I just like to makes notes, is all... ⅰⅱⅲⅳⅴⅵⅶ ⅷⅸⅹⅺⅻⅠⅡⅢⅣⅤⅥⅦ Ⅷ Ⅷ ⅨⅩⅪⅫ (In answer to the afore asked question: I've finished uni and am working at the language school. Kinda fun, actually. Plus I can post between lessons smile I teach all levels there, beginners, intermediate, advanced, and professional languages. History was my second fav subject after Maths. smile Fav historical period would have had to have been ancient egypt, an/or the middle ages smile )
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 4:08 pm
"Why is it that someone like me became a captain..."XXRank | CaptainSquad | OneXxXChess Pieces | Queen & PawnXXXXiName | Gojiro KiryuXXXXXXXXXXXXiSong | My Train of Thoughts Peering over and beyond this young man, Kiryu raised his hand for more sake to come over and took in a small breath.
"Bring two others, twelve bowls worth, six for him and for me. Pour in some of, well, the blood into mine, need my kick." Gojiro called out, knowing that many people believe him to be a vampire of some sorts, but he doesn't much understand it himself either. The taste of it alone is disgusting, but with it mixed in with Sake it adds a very strong flavor that most would become sick from drinking, where as his body seems to crave it deeply. He doesn't always drink his sake this way, but it is his favorite way to do such.
By this time the young Hiro began to speak again, first it was him speaking about him getting more intoxicated with the liquid courage, and morning hangover, he would truly need a Prairie Oyster the next day if they kept downing bowl after bowl of this sweet alcohol. But that didn't much matter at the time, what mattered had been getting the feeling of warmth in the body, and the relaxed nature most got from it.
When the man sat back down and took in another bowl he began to start some small talk, asking about him being the captain of squad eight, this one truly was drunk, or perhaps Kiryu heard him wrong. Either way this was a bit funny, so he listened on with this one continuing in his hammered speak, asking personal questions of marriage, and then giving his zanpakuto hell for practically being a wife to him, in all the bad sense of the word. Giving a laugh, Gojiro placed his hand up for a moment to help quickly get rid of any confusion this one might have had of the person he was speaking to.
"I am afraid you heard me wrong. I am not the captain of squad eight, I am what is known as the 'Head' Captain, or also known as the Captain Commander. In better terms, a Captain gives orders to his or her own squads, I give the orders to Captains. I guess you can say I am the big dog around here, and I have only had this position for a month. Central 46 decided with my attributes both in the physical, spiritual, as well as my mental state, that I would be the best person to put in this spot, seeing as the last Head Captain had been placed into the Royal Guard." Gojiro explained as the bar-keep arrived placing down a tray with more sake, Kiryu taking the one with his special mix to it, and pour a very potent bowl, smelling the sweet scent of iron in it before taking a drink. It truly was his favorite way to take in such alcohol.
Quickly looking over to this yellow notebook being placed in his view, he started to look at Captain Kiyoko's quarters, it had already looked rather detailed and somewhat lovely just by the blue prints. He wondered how exactly he got a hold of this information, but truly with what he had going into his veins, he stopped caring and just got a bit of energy and enjoyed himself at the moment.
"Wow, those look good." The slightly tipsy Head Captain spoke with his voice very gently slipping into a slur after so many drinks finally moving into him in one flow.
________________________________________________________________________________________"...Is it because of my skills? Or perhaps I hold the greatest strategy, well, it's a mystery." [Out Of Cookies: Ah, nice. That has to be a fun field to be working in, most of all in Hungary. Oh and favorite historical periods for me has to be Edo Japan, and Ancient Greece mostly because of their rich lore and other mythical beliefs.]
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 5:39 am
Hiro Kimura 木村 寛 ____________________________________________________ Hiro blinked at the other man with rising dismay, but then this bubble burst with his realising that if he was dead, he may as well go out with a bang. He raised his glass again and toasted the other man. "Kanpai to ya, then Captain Commander." he said loudly, and tossing back the whole lot down his gullet. "Nice to ya meet ya, Ooki Inu-sama." he added cheekily. "I never did like chiwawas..." he added loyally. "Dman things get on my nerves." He thumped his chest with pride at the compliment. "Yeah, ain't they? Took me half a day to plan the whole thing. Owe a mate of mine big. He had acted as bait; drawing away the lady in question, ya see." tried to tap his nose again, but then settled for tapping his chin. "Strategy is the word, Boss, strategy. Wth the right strategy I can get any information ya want." he announced, truly full...of himself. "Anything, ya just ask me, and I'll get it for ya, Boss. I'm pretty damn good, even if I do say so myself. Bottoms up!" ____________________________________________________ 8th Division... ☻...I just like to makes notes, is all... ⅰⅱⅲⅳⅴⅵⅶ ⅷⅸⅹⅺⅻⅠⅡⅢⅣⅤⅥⅦ Ⅷ Ⅷ ⅨⅩⅪⅫ (The Rice Riots in Japan were interesting a subject, if one forgot about how many people starved and got killed...mostly because the Japanese are so F-ing ordered and calm. I found it amazing that such violence could be ignited in them...it shows what a basic and strong instinct survival really is, I suppose...)
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 7:29 am
"Why is it that someone like me became a captain..."XXRank | CaptainSquad | OneXxXChess Pieces | Queen & PawnXXXXiName | Gojiro KiryuXXXXXXXXXXXXiSong | My Train of Thoughts Kiryu listened in on this person as he spoke out. Funny thing though, he brought up something that could very well get him in deep trouble, spying on seireitei. However he said something that truly caught Gojiro's ear, the word "Strategy." Something this captain knows very well, and is a man made up of such things. In all truth it is because of a strategic move he unlocked a further level of shikai, and even bankai which most wielders do not posses, if not much of any. It is because of strategy he unlocked this and mastered the abilities that came with it in secret, while also letting it out into the open that he knows further abilities. It is let out to make people fear the fact that he has more power, which causes fear, but he does not let it out on record to what it is, playing the strategic trap on the field that people cannot prepare for. Just by his shikai he can make people feel forced into their bankai for survival, and become more terrified when he enters bankai as well.
At this time he listened in more to Hiro speak about getting information, which was funny because being the Head Captain gave Gojiro a pass into information that some other captain's are not even able to go and see. Kiryu also has the squads to his uses, most of all squad two which has been the right hand squad to the head captain for a great time, playing as it's personal spies to gather information and so on.
Taking in his last shot, Gojiro's face turning red, and his attitude becoming even more bubble, he pulled some coins out of his pocket and began to lightly spread it on the table as he looked to Hiro, standing up gently.
"Well, I have to get going. My job is never over." Gojiro said as he began to slowly walk towards the exit, a smile on his face as he made his exit, only to vanish in a powerful shunpo, more than likely heading back to his own squad.
________________________________________________________________________________________"...Is it because of my skills? Or perhaps I hold the greatest strategy, well, it's a mystery." [Out Of Cookies: You have to love the history of Japan, anyway, it was fun role playing with you here. Our characters will run into each other again, until then I have my eye on you, and I see everything in this guild. ;D]
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 12:14 pm
Hiro Kimura 木村 寛 ____________________________________________________ Hiro paused in his boasting only to drink. Then the Captain Commander took off, trailing wind behind him,, and Hiro waved after him happily and slightly dazed. "Good man, that." he said to no one in particular. "Verra good man. Got his priorities straight, he has." He took another swig, then quietly and inoffensively pass out, sliding under the table in a lovely pink haze. ____________________________________________________ 8th Division... ☻...I just like to makes notes, is all... ⅰⅱⅲⅳⅴⅵⅶ ⅷⅸⅹⅺⅻⅠⅡⅢⅣⅤⅥⅦ Ⅷ Ⅷ ⅨⅩⅪⅫ
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 8:03 am
Sapphire walks into lounge and sits down in a chair to relax a bit. She looks around awe. Wow what a awesome place to hang out. Then she closes her eyes and starts thinking why her captain won't talk to her. She needs to ask him to see if he will train her. She would never ask but she just needs to get stronger. Then her thoughts were interrupted by her stomach making a rumbling noise. Sapphire gets up and to go get her self some food.
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