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Post by Captain Tsukiro Ashimitsu on Sept 28, 2014 15:57:47 GMT -6
Tsukiro's eyes widened at her words. " Kita... you... Do you even realize what you said? 'Shopkeeper?' You've never called him that! You love him like family! You know he's only trying to protect you! The Kita I know would never talk that way! What's going on!!??"
Again, Tsukiro looked her over, looking for anything out of place. The person in front of him just couldn't be Kita.
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Post by Loki Asenna on Sept 28, 2014 16:03:24 GMT -6
The same smirk was still painted across her lips. "Fools! Insignificant trash under my feet was all you or they ever were. My eyes have been opened and no more will you drag me down." She turned again.
"Goodbye, Tsukiro Ashimitsu. Our paths will never cross again if I have my way about it."
She disappeared around the corner as the large door opened and closed with a loud thud behind her.
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Post by Captain Tsukiro Ashimitsu on Sept 28, 2014 16:10:38 GMT -6
Tsukiro gawked at the door as the stranger in his lover's skin walked out. He turned around and punched the wall next to him, cursing loudly. He'd snap Kita out of it. He had to. He wasn't going to leave her here, like this. ~ End RP ~
"A New Battlefield":
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Post by Phoenix Whisper on Sept 29, 2014 14:25:07 GMT -6
"Keeper or Tormentor?":It was hours later after Loki paid the Soul Reaper, Tsukiro a visit when his keeper, Whisper, entered the prison. The door closed loudly behind her. When she walked from around the corner his prison mate sat up and looked at her, however; Tsukiro did not move. He was laying on his cot facing the wall his arms wrapped around him. She stepped up to the cell door and slid it open and stepped in the cell with him. One hand on her hip with something folded in fold of her other arm, feet shoulder length apart.
"Get up. Your being moved." She tossed the object she had in her arm to Tsukiro as it unfolded slightly over the top of him. An Arrancar uniform. Tsukiro rolled over slowly and looked at her and what she tossed at him.
"Put it on."
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Post by Captain Tsukiro Ashimitsu on Sept 29, 2014 15:46:55 GMT -6
Tsukiro looked at the hideous outfit and rolled his eyes, turning back over. "You're out of your blue-haired mind if you think I'm going to wear that monstrosity. I'll move, but I'm not wearing that thing."
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Post by Phoenix Whisper on Sept 29, 2014 15:53:40 GMT -6
She turned placing her hand gently on his shoulder and stepped up behind him as he waited for her to open the cell door. She drew close to his ear and spoke softly.
"You will put it on or I will dress you myself. Which will it be, lover?"
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Post by Captain Tsukiro Ashimitsu on Sept 29, 2014 16:13:11 GMT -6
Tsukiro took one more look at the blue haired Espada and scoffed. He immediately knew what she was thinking. So she was going to be that type, eh? He sighed, knowing he would have to choose what was more valuable to him: his pride or his fashion. He chose pride. He walked over and picked up the outfit. He gave it a look over. It wasn't all that bad after all. It was a sleeveless white shirt, a sleeveless white trench coat with black seams and edges, a white hakama and black tabi with white sandals. There were also white and black arm warmers. The style was nice, but white definitely wasn't his color. He turned to the Espada, who had an expecting smirk on her face. Clenching his jaw, he tossed the outfit on the cot.
He loosened his sash and pulled his shirt out of his hakama. He ignored the watching Espada as he pulled it up over his head and tossed it. He grabbed the white shirt and pulled it over his head. He made quick work of his hakama, trying to keep from his face going red when he saw her smirk wider out of the corner of his eye. Finally, the coat was on and he tossed his black clothes into the corner.
"Happy? Can we go now?"
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Post by Phoenix Whisper on Sept 29, 2014 16:27:07 GMT -6
Whisper only chuckled at him as she slid the cell door open. "After you."
She motioned to the open door and stepped aside to let him pass. "Oh! One more thing." She reached around him quickly and clicked a black choker in place. Before Tsukiro could even retaliate he could feel his strength draining from him. She smiled knowingly at him.
"Now you are no better then a hopeless human." She stepped past him. "Lets go, lover."
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Post by Captain Tsukiro Ashimitsu on Sept 29, 2014 16:32:06 GMT -6
Tsukiro glared at the woman, his hand at his throat. He growled, walking out the door. He could already tell he wasn't going to like her much. With a sour expression on his face, he followed her to wherever she was taking him.
Moved
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Oct 2, 2014 23:30:14 GMT -6
"New Pawn": (continued) Drawing closer to the prison Aizen kept a close eye on Gin and his body language, expressions, and above all. His eyes. They stopped at the doors as Loki stepped forward and pushed them open. They stepped in with the heavy doors closing behind them with a sound thud. Rounding the corner a new face greeted Gin.
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Post by Lt. Izuru Kira on Oct 2, 2014 23:33:29 GMT -6
Izuru's eyes widened and he stepped back from the cell bars. He was dirty from head to toe and you could tell he had been beaten. He was thin. Thinner then normal. No tray from the afternoon lunch nor was there signs of him having a tray all day.
"Ichimaru? Why?"
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Oct 2, 2014 23:46:50 GMT -6
To say he didn't like where they were headed would have been an understatement, but it was a fact he kept carefully hidden behind his silver bangs and slitted eyes. As soon as they had turned from the heights of the towers to the depths, he had casually let his hair slide in front of his eyes once more. The mask slowly took over him, reinforced by the memory of Kita's limp form in his arms.
As Izuru accused him, the snake chuckled. "Why? Because maybe I missed the easiest pawn to manipulate," he stated. He inspected his lieutenant from head to toe with slitted ice blue eyes. "It seems like fighting to accept your new place in the world is only getting you into a world of hurt," he noted. "Little food and beating. You look a lot like when I first found ya."
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Post by Lt. Izuru Kira on Oct 2, 2014 23:52:33 GMT -6
Izuru glared at him. "SHUT UP! You have no right to talk about that! You take me in then desert the people closest to you. I know what you're doing to poor Kita. Both of you--" Izuru looked to Gin and Aizen. "If Tsukiro gets loose, you both are death."
He stepped back again, never taking his eyes from either of them.
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Oct 2, 2014 23:58:22 GMT -6
"I was thinking of just killing him. He refuses to eat and attacks the keeper every time they bring his food." Aizen looked to Gin from Izuru. "Hence the reason he looks like he has been beaten."
He looked back at Izuru and chuckled. "Then I thought of something else." Aizen paused for a long moment his eyes never leaving the boy. "Make him my slave." He smirked. "Szayel has another collar just for him. Do you think he would pass for a good bitch?" Aizen asked Gin looking back to the man on his right.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Oct 3, 2014 0:14:07 GMT -6
Gin barely managed to halt his flinch at those word. Choosing to grab the bars of his lieutenant's cage, he peered into the darkness he had put the boy in.
"He'd make a better rabid guard dog, Aizen-san," he evaluated in a smooth voice.
Then, he pulled back from the cage and looked at his master. "If you were just going to kill 'im, why sick me on him at all?" Gin fired leisurely as he leaned on the bars. "You don't usually just kill your hard-sought prey," he pointed out in the same nonchalant tone.
Let's see what you say to that, he muttered to himself.
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