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Post by Old Man Gary Faux on Jun 9, 2015 21:52:49 GMT -6
Gary only laughed in hearing the God's news as Kisuke denied everything Alister was telling them. His head shook as he listened to Kisuke ramble on at the God.
"Bastard, your games might work with the others, but with me they will not. I will not take blame or be placed as the blame for Tervaden's death. He brought all this on himself. He should be lucky I allowed him to live when his memories returned. Good, bad or walking the line. If you're going to play the game, you're going to pay the price. The law of nature." Kisuke fell silent, his eyes narrowing at the God. "A game you know all too well with your prices. Alister."
Chuckling again both the God and Kisuke looked Gary's way. "I hate to rain on the party here, but I would like to have my body back since Tervaden is dead. That does mean the deal is off correct?"
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Post by Alister on Jun 9, 2015 22:05:37 GMT -6
"You speak of the man as if he meant nothing to you. You spent the last eight years watching him, as he became of shadow of his former self. He would be saddened to hear, that the man he considered family sees him as little more than trash." The god snapped his fingers, Kyoka Suigetsu appearing in his other hand. "My business with Tervaden is complete. But, we are still under contract, Sousuke Aizen."
He looked to old man, as the frail shell faded and Aizen returned to his former self. "I warn you, Sousuke Aizen. Try nothing. Or, you will suffer the same fate as Tervaden."
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Jun 9, 2015 22:18:03 GMT -6
His body has returned as a smirk spread across his lips. "You learn quickly. Alister. Should I award you a medal or would you like a chest to pin it on?" He walked over to Kisuke as the God narrowed his eyes as the arrogant man named Sousuke Aizen. Aizen's hand clasp down on Kisuke's shoulder, his smirk changing to a smart assed smile. "It was nice to see you again, Shopkeeper." As Aizen's hand slid from Kisuke's shoulder he snapped his fingers, "I guess I should say -- Little Brother." He chuckled as he stepped away from the shopkeeper over next to the God. "Tell everyone I will be seeing them all very soon. Especially that sweet Kitten of mine." He turned looking at Kisuke once more. "Tag, you're it." The gate opened as the Alister and Aizen stepped inside it closed slowly behind them. |
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Post by Sada Teruo on Dec 29, 2015 12:23:24 GMT -6
"Resurgence":Teruo grinned from outside of the cell, his eyes glowing in the shade of the dark room. Outside, the birds chirped and the sun rose. It was the day after Tervaden had faced the Quincy after releasing Ichimaru to the countryside.
Looking to the Shinigami, Teruo shifted in form. A delicate, pale hand slid through the bars of the cell. It gently caressed the Shinigami's face."Wake up, lover. It's time to go.""Where are we going, dearie?" mumbled Gin. "To our deaths." Teruo grinned, shifting back to his normal form and grabbing the Shinigami around the neck. He wrapped his arm around the Shinigami's neck as he pulled him against the bars of the cell. "Don't you want to die with me?"
Poison spilled from Teruo's lips as he licked at the Shinigami's ear. He laughed releasing the man and pushing him away from the cell wall. "What's wrong, Shinigami? Do you not want to die today?"
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Dec 29, 2015 14:11:35 GMT -6
Gin’s eyes narrowed in supreme irritation, his body exploding with pain. His reiatsu whirled around him like rippling coils, and his hands clenched. “Tell me, Bad Snake," he snarled, "how long are you going to keep this game up?” The true Snake’s eyes flickered crimson. “Because I grow tired of you and your master interjecting yourselves for your amusement anywhere you please!” They returned to blazing azure. "Play too long and your luck will run out. Someday. Somewhere. No one's luck is perfect."
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Post by Sada Teruo on Dec 29, 2015 14:41:23 GMT -6
"Luck?" shouted Teruo, grinned as he took a step back, taking the blade that rested against the wall. He held up the blade, running his tongue along the sheath. "This is quite a beautiful blade, Shinigami. Something that has brought you luck. You believe that your skill with this blade keeps you safe." Teruo titled his head to the side, as his grin grew wide.
"There is no such thing as safe. You should know that." Teruo swung the sheathed blade, slammed the weapon against the reinforced metal bars. Scratches formed on the sheath as he continued to bang on the bars.
"I am charged with seeing you go on your way. You either return with me to Las Noches. Or, you turn tail and run like the coward you truly are. In that case, I am charged with coming back with you heart between my teeth. The choice is yours." Teruo faded into the shadow, only visible by the glow of his eyes.
"Choose wisely."
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Dec 29, 2015 14:55:14 GMT -6
Gin chuckled in spite of it all. “As if that’s a hard choice, Sada,” he hissed, eyes behind his silver bangs locked on the scratches that Teruo had ripped onto Shinsou’s sheath. “To go back to where I have a piece of the kingdom or to disappear into the ruins that remain and find some lonely survivors?” He leaned against the back wall, folding his arms, eyes hidden. "Did your master really thinks that was such a hard choice?”
A moment later, he stood up. “Let me out of here. I have things to do in Las Noches.” He paused and cracked a grin of his own. “And watch your step. You’re getting on my bad side.”
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Post by Sada Teruo on Dec 29, 2015 15:27:32 GMT -6
"You do no have a good side, Shinigami." replied Teruo. "And, even still. You're as much a threat to me as a dull knife to a brick." Teruo rested the blade against the wall, as he disappeared, re-appearing inside the cell. He grabbed the Shinigami from the cell wall. Quickly snapping a collar around the Shinigami's neck, Teruo grinned.
He disappeared again, this time re-appearing outside of the cell. "You couldn't have thought it would be that easy."
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Dec 29, 2015 15:59:06 GMT -6
The Snake’s eyes flashed for a moment before Gin shrugged. “That’s an old trick by now, and I doubt you believe it will solve all your problems.” He spread his arms wide. “Are we done with petty threats and traps, or does the pet have to show more to keep things interesting? Whatever it is, get on with it." He smiled. "We don't have all day."
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Post by Sada Teruo on Dec 29, 2015 16:48:24 GMT -6
"Tricks? You are not one to speak on the tricks of someone else. You are the trickster of the realms. And, you are quite impatient for a man who is not going anywhere." Teruo leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.
"You wish for the rest of to wait while your plot and tricks play out. But, gods forbid anyone needs to take their time and make you wait. You are nothing special, Gin Ichimaru. And, these are not the words of my Master, you undeserving piece of shit!" Teruo lunged at the bars of the cell.
"Like the rest of your kind, you will die in glorious fashion." Teruo grinned, picking up the Shinigami's blade. "My Master has given me permission to show my true form. Not to be confused my highest form. I do hope you enjoy the show."
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Dec 29, 2015 17:26:10 GMT -6
Gin stiffened at the whisper of foreboding that slithered down his spine at those words. “Do your worst, freak,” he murmured. As Sada’s amber eyes bored into him, his own shifted to crimson. Before returning to azhure crystals. “And maybe this one’s impatient because you and your master seem to have a habit of taking any fun out of things. No retaliation means it’s a show for only one side.” His hands clenched. “But that doesn’t mean it’s the end.”
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Post by Sada Teruo on Dec 29, 2015 20:33:02 GMT -6
"A show for one side is still a show." replied Teruo. "As for my worse...You would already be dead..." The sound of Shinsou's sheath grinding across the floor echoed throughout the room. "I was born of hell and fire, Shinigami. A statement you all are probably tired of hearing. But, use your imagination, dear dead one. Imagine a thing of nightmare horrid enough to scare the gods."
Teruo leaned into the light, a grin on his lips. "Once you've gotten that image in your mind...Know that I am worse."
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Dec 29, 2015 22:14:42 GMT -6
Gin didn’t reply. So he was nightmare. Even so, he didn’t really feel like offering more commentary. Gin had gathered that the Ayakashi’s form wouldn’t’ be pleasant, but until Kita had come into his life, there were few masks he hadn’t taken to grow into Aizen’s world. Few he hadn't drowned in blood and sin. Few that hadn't bled into his soul. And now, well, he’d seen too much of “Hell” from either side.
But then again -
“Fire, hell, they’re just more words for the bleakness that oozes from the night of this world or the next."
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Post by Sada Teruo on Jan 1, 2016 10:03:22 GMT -6
Teruo grinned, taking the Shinigami's blade with him as he walked toward the door or of the room. "If that is how you choose to look at the world, Shinigami." Teruo shrugged. "You've built your own prison and misplaced the key. Now, you are lost within the very walls you've built. Master Tervaden has given you a choice - Stay within your prison or allow him to free you of it."
"And, instead of taking his offer, you stand there issuing veiled threats and your opinion of the worlds. If he thought your opinion mattered, he would have asked for it. Instead he wants to know if you would like to live or die." Terou's eyes pierced the darkness as he turned to face the Shinigami.
"So, it seems as if you have chosen death..." Teruo grinned as he disappeared from the room, leaving the Shinigami collared inside.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jan 1, 2016 20:55:08 GMT -6
"Conflicting Forces":At first Gin was silent, his anger turning inward without a visual opponent before. Choosing to conserve his strength. But it was a hard thing. Vale’s carless intrusions, his snide analyzation that reeked of the past, and the reactions to Gin’s feints were starting to get to the Snake. He rose and started pacing again, yet again pushing back the biting chill of the necessity to fold.
Gin’s hands clenched.
He’d nearly lost his soul the first time. And there was too little to be gained.
He had to grow tired of this game.
But then again, he wasn’t Aizen in any form.
Gin growled and struck his hand against the bars, ignoring the sting of the reinforced bars, dodgedly looking for a weakness in the structure to exploit. To tear open. The bastard believed him trapped. He couldn’t let that stand. Even if he had to tear his arm out of its socket while squeezing out of some hole or rip up the wall, he could not wait for Vale’s next move.
In a moment of panic, Gin threw himself against the cell bars.
Falling to the ground, he glared at the prison bars, and that glint in his eyes didn't fade when he felt the whisper of another presence beside him in the cage.
"This is an interesting turn of events..." he murmured.
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