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Post by Captain Kurotsuchi Mayuri on Sept 13, 2024 23:55:08 GMT -6
Mayuri let out a soft, condescending laugh. “You underestimate my influence, Urahara. The Goddess has been… helpful in the past. Her abilities are unprecedented, and I have reason to believe she would cooperate.”
Kisuke studied him for a moment before speaking again, his tone still light, but his words sharper. “I’m not sure you fully understand what you’re asking. Kita’s power isn’t a tool you can wield at your leisure, especially not for something as trivial as retrieving a lab.”
Mayuri’s eyes flashed with annoyance. “Trivial? Do you even comprehend what was lost? The advancements, the knowledge—centuries of research, gone in the blink of an eye!”
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Post by Urahara Kisuke on Sept 13, 2024 23:58:23 GMT -6
Kisuke’s smile faded, and he crossed his arms, leaning against a nearby counter. “You’re not the only one who’s suffered losses, Mayuri. But Kita’s abilities are tied to something far beyond mere objects. Even if you could convince her to help—and that’s a very big ‘if’—there’s no guarantee that what you bring back will be exactly the same.”
Mayuri’s expression darkened. “That’s where you’re wrong, Urahara. The Godly Gate doesn’t just retrieve; it restores. I’ve studied its effects.”
“And I’m sure you have,” Kisuke replied, his voice calm but insistent. “But even you must realize that something of that magnitude comes with a price.”
Mayuri chuckled again, the sound more grating this time. “Oh, I’m willing to pay whatever price is necessary. The question is whether you’ll stand in my way.”
Kisuke’s eyes flickered with a trace of amusement, but he didn’t move from his position. “You’re assuming I have control over what Kita does. She’s not exactly someone you can command.”
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Post by Captain Kurotsuchi Mayuri on Sept 14, 2024 0:00:34 GMT -6
“I don’t need to command her,” Mayuri sneered. “I need her cooperation. You, on the other hand, have a history with her—a way to influence her.”
Kisuke’s gaze became steely. “You’re treading dangerous ground, Mayuri. Kita’s power isn’t something you can manipulate without consequence. Even if she could bring back your lab, you have no idea what kind of disruption that might cause.”
Mayuri waved his hand dismissively. “Disruptions are irrelevant to me. The only thing that matters is restoring what was taken.”
Kisuke was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a quiet sigh, he pushed himself away from the counter and stepped closer to Mayuri. “You’re as relentless as ever,” Kisuke said softly, “but you forget—Kita’s not a tool or a means to an end. If you try to use her power like that, it’ll end in disaster.”
Mayuri’s grin returned, wider this time, more menacing. “Then let disaster come. I will have my lab back.”
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Post by Urahara Kisuke on Sept 14, 2024 0:03:36 GMT -6
Kisuke studied him, his sharp eyes lingering on Mayuri’s cold smile. Then, with a resigned shake of his head, he opened his fan once more and tapped it gently against his shoulder.
“I’ll see what I can do,” Kisuke said, the words heavy with reluctance. “But remember, Mayuri—some things are better left lost.”
Mayuri’s smirk deepened. “Not for someone like me.”
The tension in the air remained thick as Mayuri turned and exited the shop, his figure once again melding into the sunrise. Kisuke watched him go, the smile slipping from his face, replaced by a rare expression of concern.
“Sometimes,” Kisuke muttered to himself, “you should be careful what you wish for.”
As the door closed behind Mayuri, Kisuke let out a slow, contemplative breath. He turned back to his cluttered shop, adjusting the brim of his hat, the shadow over his eyes deepening as thoughts swirled in his mind. The eerie quiet of the room was suddenly disturbed by a familiar voice, calm and smooth, flowing in from the back of the shop.
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Sept 14, 2024 4:34:32 GMT -6
“I’d ask how long you planned to entertain such madness, Kisuke, but it seems you had no choice.”
Kisuke stiffened, immediately recognizing the voice. Without turning, he asked, “And just how long have you been here, Aizen?”
Aizen stepped into view, emerging from the back of the shop as if he had been nothing more than a shadow blending into the dim corners. His hands were casually tucked into his sleeves, his expression serene yet calculating. The ever-present glint of amusement danced in his eyes, though this time there was something more—something sharper.
“Long enough,” Aizen replied softly, glancing at the now-empty space where Mayuri had stood. “Long enough to hear that Captain Kurotsuchi has deluded himself into believing that Kita will obey his whims.”
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Post by Urahara Kisuke on Sept 14, 2024 4:39:57 GMT -6
Kisuke turned around, finally facing him, though his expression remained neutral. “It seems my shop has become quite the hotspot for uninvited guests. I should start charging admission.”
Aizen’s smile remained faint, the barest curve of his lips, yet it held the unmistakable air of superiority. He moved with deliberate grace, each step calculated, his presence commanding without effort. His eyes, half-lidded with perpetual calm, scanned the shop in a lazy sweep, as though every inch of it was already mapped out in the labyrinth of his mind—a place he had no need to learn because he had already mastered it.
“Mayuri’s obsessive nature is hardly surprising, surely you don’t plan to let him attempt something so reckless,” Aizen said, his tone velvety smooth, each word carrying the weight of quiet judgment. He paused, letting the silence stretch for a moment longer than necessary. “But you, Kisuke… I must admit, I expected a more... forceful opposition from someone of your caliber.”
He glanced sideways at Kisuke, the flicker of amusement dancing in his gaze, his voice growing more pointed. “Especially after your own reckless attempt with Kita... and the Hōgyoku.”
The way he lingered on the words made it less an accusation and more a reminder, a subtle prod meant to stir memories of mistakes that, while buried, would never be forgotten.
Kisuke’s usual grin didn’t falter, but there was a brief flicker of something sharper in his eyes. He snapped his fan open with a casual flick, hiding half his face behind it as he leaned lazily against the counter, the very picture of nonchalance.
“Reckless? That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?” His voice was light as if he were discussing the weather rather than a deeply buried mistake. “I prefer to think of it as... exploratory. After all, we can’t all play it safe like you, Aizen. Some of us like to get our hands dirty every now and then.”
He tilted his head slightly, letting the playful smirk spread a little wider, though his gaze remained sharp beneath the shadow of his hat. “Besides, you’d know better than most about the risks involved in playing with powers far beyond our reach, wouldn’t you? I suppose we both have a habit of pushing boundaries.”
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Sept 14, 2024 4:41:27 GMT -6
Aizen’s smile didn’t waver, though a glint of cold amusement deepened in his eyes. He stepped forward slowly, his posture remaining as regal and unshaken as ever, the faintest tilt of his head suggesting both amusement and superiority.
“Exploratory, you say?” Aizen mused, his voice like silk, though the edge beneath it was unmistakable. “Ah, Kisuke, your knack for dressing up reckless gambles as ‘curiosity’ has always been... charming.”
He paused, letting his gaze drift momentarily to the fan Kisuke held, his smile growing a fraction more pronounced. “But let’s not pretend we’re so different. And yes, I too, have pushed boundaries—only I ensure they remain under my control. You, on the other hand… have a tendency to lose sight of where your ‘explorations’ lead. Kita, the Hōgyoku… all just pieces you couldn't fully grasp.”
His eyes met Kisuke’s again, gleaming with something akin to warning. “So, tell me, Kisuke... how long will you continue testing forces you’ve only begun to understand?”
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Post by Urahara Kisuke on Sept 14, 2024 4:42:37 GMT -6
Kisuke chuckled softly, lowering his fan just enough to show the grin widening on his face. His eyes, however, had a sharper glint now, playful yet laced with something more calculating.
“Ah, Aizen, always so sure you’ve got everything in hand,” Kisuke said, waving his fan lazily as if swatting away the weight of Aizen’s words. “But then again, control is your thing, isn’t it? Me? I’ve always preferred to see where things go. Makes life a bit more interesting.”
He paused, tapping the fan lightly against his chin, as though pondering something for the briefest of moments. “Still, I have to admit—there’s a certain appeal to your approach when it comes to this particular mess with Mayuri. I may not have all the pieces, but I know enough to see how badly this could go.”
Kisuke’s smirk deepened, his gaze locking with Aizen’s, a playful glimmer returning. “Which is why I thought you might help me... convince Kita that playing along with Mayuri’s whims isn’t exactly in her best interest. After all, you and I both know that letting Mayuri mess around with godly powers is a disaster waiting to happen.”
He tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly in a way that only hinted at the deeper calculations running through his mind. “You’re in a perfect position to nudge her in the right direction, and we can both avoid an outcome neither of us wants. So... what do you say? Feel like lending a hand in keeping Mayuri’s ‘explorations’ in check?”
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Sept 14, 2024 4:43:55 GMT -6
Aizen’s expression remained unreadable, but his silence spoke volumes. After a moment, he moved to the center of the room, his gaze distant, as if contemplating something far beyond the immediate conversation.
“Kita,” Aizen murmured, the name slipping off his tongue with a weight of history and knowledge, “is no longer the same Goddess that she once was. Her powers have evolved, perhaps beyond what even Mayuri can understand. To meddle with her now, to demand such a thing from her…” He trailed off, his brow furrowing slightly in thought.
Kisuke watched him closely, his fan tapping lightly against his leg. “You’re concerned she might actually do it, aren’t you?”
Aizen’s gaze met Kisuke’s, sharp and clear. “I’m concerned that she might be swayed by a mind like Mayuri’s. She’s grown more independent, more… unpredictable. But she still harbors a deep connection to those she deems significant. If Mayuri convinces her that retrieving his lab is of importance to the greater good, she might very well attempt it.”
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Post by Urahara Kisuke on Sept 14, 2024 4:45:16 GMT -6
Kisuke frowned, standing up straight now. “And that would be dangerous.”
“Dangerous is an understatement,” Aizen said, his voice suddenly more serious. “The Godly Gate doesn’t work as simply as Mayuri believes. If she were to retrieve his lab, she’d have to tap into forces far beyond her usual abilities. The consequences could ripple across realms.”
“And yet,” Kisuke mused, “Mayuri seems more than willing to risk it.”
Aizen’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Of course he is. To him, his lab is everything. It is the core of his identity, his pride. But what he fails to grasp is that even the Goddess has her limits.”
There was a pause as both men let the gravity of the situation sink in. Kisuke was the first to break the silence, his voice light but his eyes serious. “So, what do you suggest we do, Aizen?”
Aizen’s smile returned, this time with a touch of cold amusement. “We do nothing.”
Kisuke blinked, momentarily thrown off. “Nothing?”
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Sept 14, 2024 4:46:15 GMT -6
Aizen nodded slowly. “If Kita refuses Mayuri—and I believe she will—it will only reaffirm the limits of her power. It will strengthen her resolve to stand on her own, unshaken by manipulations or coercion. That, in the long run, will benefit her far more than any intervention on our part.”
Kisuke mulled over Aizen’s words, eventually letting out a low chuckle. “You’re always thinking ten steps ahead, aren’t you?”
Aizen’s gaze flicked to him, the faintest trace of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Only when the game calls for it.”
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Post by Urahara Kisuke on Sept 14, 2024 4:47:43 GMT -6
“Still,” Kisuke said thoughtfully, “I can’t shake the feeling that this is going to come back and bite us both.”
Aizen turned to leave, his voice floating back to Kisuke like a wisp of smoke. “Only if you underestimate Kita.”
And with that, Aizen vanished into the shadows as silently as he had come, leaving Kisuke alone in the dimly lit shop, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air.
Kisuke sighed, pulling his fan from his sleeve and snapping it open. “I guess we’ll see just how far Mayuri’s madness can push her.”
Starting back toward the house, Kisuke pulled out his soul phone and dialed Kita’s number. It rang a few times before her voice came through the line.
"Hello?"
“Do you always answer the phone like it’s a question?” Kisuke’s tone was light, though the familiar hint of mischief was there.
“I do when I don’t know who’s calling,” Kita shot back, her voice carrying a smirk of its own. “Maybe you should’ve thought about putting caller ID on these soul phones.”
Kisuke chuckled, adjusting his hat slightly. “Hmm, I’ll keep that in mind for the next upgrade.”
A brief silence hung between them before Kisuke’s voice shifted, taking on a more serious note. “Anyway, I was wondering if we could meet up. There’s something important we need to discuss.”
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Sept 15, 2024 1:14:05 GMT -6
“I should be free in about an hour,” Kita replied. “Where do you want to have this talk?”“I can come over to the house,” Kisuke offered, “so you don’t have to drag Kadaj out. He should be going down for his nap soon, right?”Kita nodded, though Kisuke couldn’t see it. “Yeah, he’ll be going down for his nap soon and usually sleeps for a couple of hours.”“Perfect. Then I’ll come to you,” Kisuke said, his voice light but efficient. “I’ll see you in about an hour—give or take.”“Alright. See you in an hour,” Kita confirmed, her tone softening.
There was a brief pause, the kind that often lingered between familiar people before parting ways, and then the two exchanged their goodbyes. A final farewell passed between them before the call ended, leaving the line silent once more.~END RP~ "Restive"
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Oct 9, 2024 20:18:59 GMT -6
Bleach Unrated: REBOOTEDCurrent Arc: The ChaosEpisode 539 "Purple Hyacinth": It was a little after lunch when Kita returned to the shop, her mind still spinning from her doctor’s appointment and the long-overdue conversation with Tsukiro. She had spent weeks—no, years—dreading that talk, knowing it was something that couldn’t be put off forever. Now that it was over, she thought she’d feel relieved, but all she felt was exhausted. Drained.
She pushed open the door to the shop, half-expecting to find Sojiro sitting at the counter or Gin lounging nearby, but instead she was greeted by one of the shop's workers.“They’re downstairs,” the worker said, giving a small, sympathetic smile. “Training. Have been for a while now.” Kita sighed, her shoulders slumping. Of course, they were in the underground training area. She should have known Gin would waste no time putting Sojiro through the wringer again. He was relentless with their son, and while she understood the need for training—especially considering what they had all been through—there were times when Gin’s methods left her feeling more than a little irritated.
Pushing aside her fatigue, she made her way toward the hidden door that led to the underground chamber. Each step felt heavier than the last as she descended into the familiar, vast expanse below the shop. It was cooler down here, the air thick with the pressure of reiatsu. As she got closer, the sounds of clashing swords and sharp grunts echoed in the distance.Moved |
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Post by Lt. Nemu Kurotsuchi on Nov 1, 2024 16:46:54 GMT -6
Bleach Unrated: REBOOTEDCurrent Arc: The ChaosEpisode 566 "Into the Lion's Den": Nemu Kurotsuchi arrived in the front shop of the Urahara home in Karakura Town. She couldn't remember a time that she had been here. Her days were mostly spent at her father and captain's side. Obeying. Wherever he went, she followed. As was expected of her. Except for the times when he sent her somewhere alone to achieve some purpose of his.
Like today.
Her father had been in a foul mood ever since losing his lab. Yesterday and this morning had been no exception. He all but dragged her out of bed by her hair and demanded that she leave right away to the Urahara home to demand the goddess's assistance in reclaiming his lab. It was barely the crack of dawn. The shop hadn't even been open yet, which did not stop her from entering. She used her drill hand to eliminate the lock, leaving a gaping hole in the door where the lock had been. She pushed the door open and walked into the shadowed store. The shelves and bins were filled with candies, sweets, pastries, and snacks of all kinds. For a moment her eyes were drawn to the rows and rows of human foods and confections. She had only tried the few items Rangiku Matsumoto had brought home from Karakura after her mission here. She brought bags full of the foods to the Women's Soul Reaper Association meeting after her return. Nemu spied one of her favorites: shrimp flavored crackers. A curiously crisp snack that didn't look like shrimp, but vaguely tasted of it.
She turned away from the shelves and made her way forward towards the back of the shop where the doors to the home were located. When she tried the door, she found it too was locked. Nemu raised her hand in a spearing gesture, her hand beginning to spin at the wrist, making a whrring sound. Right as her fingers were inches from the lock, a voice sounded behind her. "So... Kurotsuchi is resorting to breaking and entering now, is he?" Kisuke stood behind Nemu, several feet away, pulling his hat down over his eyes. "Shop opens at ten. It's barely seven right now." Nemu turned and looked over her shoulder at the man her father called an enemy and a rival. Her hand stopped spinning and she turned to face him, folding her hands in front of her. "Captain Kurotsuchi requires the goddess's vessel. He sent me to restate his request and ask if you intend to withhold her from him. He grows impatient." |
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