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Division Secretary Captain
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 Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 10:22 am
 Player:- Kenji Nishamura Shinigami Name:- Enkei Hideyoshi Room:- Small solid room with inbuilt furniture on second floor, South wing. Division:- 6 Shikigami:- None
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 1:08 am
Name: Enkei (N-Key) Hideyoshi Gender: Male Age: Mid-20's upon first glance Height: 6'1" Weight: 170 Hometown: Kyoto, Japan Origin of Death: Lung Cancer Sexual Orientation: Straight... Birthday: April 20 Blood-type: O Positive Enjoys: Hardcore/metal music, cigarettes, coffee, cheap dime novels, alcohol in moderation. Nicknames: Kei, Yosh, Yoshi (He does go by Enkei though) ----- Stage: Materialization Divison: 6 Current Partner: Yamashita Yue Current Case: None yet Post Code: [size=8]There's no promise of safety with these secondhand wings
But i'm willing to find out what impossible means[/size]
[imgleft]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v187/elcubano/Signature/EnkeiSprite.gif[/imgleft]
[align=justify][size=10][/size][/align]
[imgright]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v187/elcubano/Signature/EnkeiSprite.gif[/imgright] [size=8] [align=right]I will touch the sun
or I will die trying[/size][/align] 
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 6:37 pm
::The cardiograph finally flatlined, the cigarette falling out of the limp hand of Enkei Hideyoshi. As the eyes closed and the world faded to black... or at least he thought so. Not knowing what to expect, the blue-green eyes encircled with black eye-liner snapped open, his mouth inhaling what he assumed to be air. Sitting up in his bed, panic played across his face. Reaching over to step out of the bed, Enkei noticed his legs were substituted for a wispy, semi-transparent excuse of a floating torso.::
: razz anic turned to fear as the torso began to "pace" or float whichever way you looked at it, across his room. Slapping himself in the face a few times to check he was not dreaming, Enkei grabbed a hold of himself, regaining his composure. He realized now that this was how it was going to be, this was apparently the afterlife as he would experience it. Sighing, he peered out his window into the grounds, wondering what was to become of him. He cleared his throat, noticing that the smokers hack was gone. Chuckling lightly to himself, the 20 something year old began to search his room for the one thing that would keep him somewhat sane. While the cancer may have been gone, the addiction was not. Enkei needed a cigarette.::
Damn you nicotine...
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 10:33 pm
She tapped the file infront of her impatiently, her pen going 'clack-clack-clack'.
As she did so, she fumed silently inside, her face the usual impasse of the Division Secretary. where on MEIFU was he? she thought to herself, triple checking the reports. Enkei Hideyoshi, Cancer, Due 9.14am.....obviously souls these days relish in their little rebellion, even if it includes being late to meet their maker.....
She finally stood up, smoothing her skirt with an easy flick of the wrist, it was time to get the Adjutant.
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Division Secretary Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 10:57 pm
::The young man's head snapped towards the door, hair following suit, billowing slightly from the movement. Blinking a few times, Enkei floated over to his door, twisting the knob with caution as if it would explode on contact. Opening the door a crack, the dirty-blonde peeked a teal eye down the hall. Opening the door fully, he floated outside, unsure of his movements, still adjusting to his new "form". With a sigh, he spotted the stair-well, making his way to the main floor. Floating down the steps, he entered the main grounds, taking in the archetecture of his new home. With a light smile he took in the breeze. All in all it wasn't a bad day.::
If only I had a carton of cigarettes... and maybe my music...
::Shrugging he walked about the grounds, peeking into buildings ever so often to check for anybody else that might be around.::
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 11:17 pm
His dark eyes blinked, watching the back of the Division Secretary as she walked away. Occasionally he thinks she thinks he has nothing to do but chase after the young ones who comes in. However something was already tugging at the back of his mind, the sense of a young soul, afraid and lost and new. The Adjutant swept down the halls, following the thread. Down the stairs.......through the grounds. Well, this was certainly a strong soul to be able to brave Meifu so soon. Soon the wave of light colored hair catches his attention, and Ashika paused, watching.
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Division Secretary Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 11:28 pm
::Now Enkei was no secret operative back in Kyoto, yet he wasn't completely oblivious to stalkers either. Pausing as he admired the infrastructure, he turned his head lightly back to his pursuer. With a light nod, he sighed.::
You could have said something...
::Sure he could have asked the cliche "Who are you?!?" or "What am I doing here?!?" but he was almost certain this man would answer. He seemed to be a part of some administrative class or position, as he had followed Enkei for quite sometime without him noticing, but what did Enkei know. He was just a dead soul who loved cigarettes and metal.::
You guys have any cigarettes up here?
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 12:28 am
The man tilted his head, still silent. He found it amusing that the soul was quite at ease even after going through his death........although.......
"We do not condone the use of addictives in Meifu, including cigarettes and drugs...." he gestured towards Enkei, "after all it is how you've arrived here."
Ashika walked towards him, calm eyes evaluating the shinigami before him, "You will make a fine addition to Division Six, but for the moment you should gain your strength, perhaps....meet the others?" The Adjutant looked up, shielding his eyes with one hand and abruptly changing the subject, "If you take an interest in the architecture, perhaps you would like to visit the ruins."
He gave a curt nod of the head and went on his way.
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Division Secretary Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 12:51 pm
::Meifu. Otherrs. Division Six? Way too many mental notes all of which had no meaning to them or significance as of yet. Well aside from there obviously being others.::
Great. Thanks... I guess I'll try and find the others then...
::With a dejected sigh, Enkei glanced back at the man who was starting to walk away. Why did he like cigarettes so much... and did that guy say he just died because of them? It was as if a fog clouded the depths of his memory. With a shrug, he began to wander aimlessly into a building he thought he could hear some commotion coming from.::
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 10:22 pm
::Slipping on a pair of form fitting, jeans with various chains and pieces of leather hanging about, Enkei smiled. It was about time his legs started to materialize. Slipping on the black t-shirt, he checked his appearence in the mirror, the black eyeliner seemingly was a permanent look now, not that it bothered him. With a chuckle, he adjusted the black bandana that hung from his back pocket, then the white bandana tied to his left wrist. As odd as his fashion sense was, Enkei still managed to please the ladies with the contours of his body. Running a hand through his hair he smirked and headed for the door.::
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Division Secretary Captain
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 6:57 pm
A thick manila folder slipped in beneath the door. Within in contains permission slips and an identity card with several sheets of instructions.
One of the pages state:-
Assignment 2850 Classified A
Yamashite Yue & Enkei Hideyoshi
Target: Gabriele di Nerezza
Task: Surveillance project
You are hereby given permission to enter the Mortal Realm to find and watch over one Gabriele di Nerezza. Report all findings to the Adjutant. Your highest priority is this assignment. Do not interfere in any activities in the Mortal Realm or make contact.
This is Classified A, strict confidentiality.
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 7:17 pm
there's no promise of safety with these secondhand wings
but i'm willing to find out what impossible means  ::The dreams of the young shinigami were distorted, bent from the depths of a past reality, all shrouded in a haze of smoke. There wasn't anything joyous about what Enkei did see, flashes of tear-strewn faces, large beeping machines, and lots of white. Rolling in his sleep, he shot straight up in his bed, sweat dripping from his temples. Wiping his brow with the back of his fist, Enkei took a deep sigh before shaking his head of the turbulent dream. Removing the covers from his bed, he stood, thankfully on both legs, and wandered towards his armoire. Grabbing a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt, he slipped on the clothing, and then proceeded to fix his hair. While applying the finishing touches, shuffling from the outside of his room caused the shinigami to spin, only to catch the manila envelope sliding under his door.::
What the... hmm...
::Casually walking towards the envelope he bent over, opened the parcel and began to read. His internal monologue began to race as he delved further into the document.::
Classified!?! Permission to enter the mortal realm? This is some thick stuff here...
::He glanced towards the door, placing the document back into the envelope and promptly tucking it under his arm as if it were a newborn child. He started for the door, dirty blonde hair cascading across his face as he turned the handle and headed out into the hallway. He needed to find his partner now.::
Yue probably has a better approach to this than I do... I hope.
::With a sigh he half-sprinted down the stairwell and out into the grounds.:: i will touch the sun
or i will die trying
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