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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Jul 7, 2015 22:49:18 GMT -6
Aizen chuckled softly, "Yama-jii, huh? Do you think that appropriate for someone you just met--Vita?"
Evita tilted her head to the other side. "But didn't you know, Gary?" she quickly fired back, taking a stab in the dark. "We've met before."
Aizen shook his head. "The name does not ring a bell. Was he a friend of yours?"
"He was," she responded, not at all deterred, "and he had many secrets. Someone told me he had another name." She shrugged. "I don't know if it is true."
Aizen chuckled yet again. "He could have. You never know with people these days. So many secrets we all keep tucked deep in our souls. Ones we will never share or even tell to the ones we love more than life itself." He grinned at Evita brushing the hair from her face. "However, you have found a way around that." Aizen smirked at her. "Haven't you, my dear?"
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Jul 8, 2015 15:55:30 GMT -6
“I may have,” Evita murmured, tilting her head into his hand as she listened to her new/old friend. She probed at the image behind the illusion but it slipped away again. Like she thought it would. She smiled. “And I may not,” she added. “But you’re the person who knows the answer, aren’t you? To your question and many more?” She paused, considering, mind filling in all the pieces: the similarity to Gary, the secrets, a darkness similar to the fake in her house, his nickname, and Vale’s words in his garden. “Don’t you, Dad?”
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Jul 8, 2015 17:17:23 GMT -6
Aizen smirked, "indeed; I do. However, I need you to do something for me."
The young girl titled her head looking at her father waiting for him to tell her what that was.
"I need you to be the eight year old little girl you should be, Evita Aizen. Nothing more and nothing less. In seven years I will come for you, but I need you to not seek me out."
Aizen looked to the shop where Orihime was shopping to see if she was in the front of the store. When he did not see her, he looked back to his daughter. "Do not speak of this encounter or lead on to know anymore than you know already." His smirk widened as he looked into her bright yearning eyes that sought as much knowledge that was allowed. "In seven years, I will tell all you want to know, but now while you wait, grow, absorb and learn all you can about Humans, Soul Reapers and Hollows, and know the only person you can truly count on and trust is your father and yourself."
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Jul 8, 2015 18:27:58 GMT -6
Evita fell silent, considering his request carefully. She wanted to know more, and she wanted the freedom she could feel from her father. But could she wait? Finally, she grinned. “On one condition, Yama-jii,” she murmured. When her father chuckled and leaned towards her, she continued. “I want fake Strawberry out. That’s my house and Hime’s my mom. Send him somewhere else out of MY house.” Her eyes sparked.
Even if there was something unique about the fake, she just didn’t trust or like him. Simple as that.
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Jul 8, 2015 18:59:11 GMT -6
"Hm?" Aizen leaned back in thought, "you don't like Loki do you? He is one of the many Arrancar in my services, but the only one that can shape shift. That was until Tervaden had the God create the Ayakashi, Sada." His smirk widened. "He was the one that brought Kitten to me in the beginning."
He sat back and looked to his daughter, "However; if I remove him from your home, the effort that Tervaden made to cover my escape will be revealed. They will know I am free, then I will not be able to follow through with my plans uninterrupted." He cocked his head at her. "What do you suggest we do there? You do not want your father locked away again, do you?"
He knew asking an eight year old such a question was a waste of time, but she piqued his interest. He wanted to hear what she might have to offer and tell him.
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Jul 8, 2015 21:44:43 GMT -6
Evita lowered her head to her lap, usual smirk fading as she put her mind to the puzzle presented to her. How to help her father but still get her way with Loki. The solution came to her. Lifting her head, she smiled. “Alright then, he can stay. But he has to do three things until Kisuke catches him. Because he will,” she stated. "Kisuke is smarter than him. Either the real Strawberry or fake Strawberry."
"And what three things might that be, my dear?" Aizen asked her with an amused smile on his face.
He smile grew and she scooted closer, holding up three fingers. "He has to get me ice cream when I want it, even when Hime says I have had enough. Two, he has to give me piggyback rides when I feel like it, even if it is late at night. Three," here her grin became catlike and wide as a cheshire's, "when I disappear, he will not find me or give me away." When Aizen looked closer at her at that, she made a face. "I return when I am ready."
She leaned back against the bench, propping her hand against her head. "If he does that, I will stay quiet this time, Dad."
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Jul 8, 2015 23:48:46 GMT -6
Aizen raised a brow at her requests as he lifted his hand with three fingers up. "One: Do you really need that much Ice Cream?" One finger dropped, "two: I will make sure he gives you piggyback rides," another finger folded down, "three: No."
He looked at Evita as her eyes grew wide. He then reached for her, brushing the hair from her eyes. "The Ayakashi, Sada. He does not care who he kills. Man, woman, child. Human, Hollow or Soul Reaper." Evita was about to speak as Aizen lifted a finger and quieted her quickly. "Even you. I am sure he would even target you just to see what I would do. I need him and until I do not need him any longer. I need you to be where someone knows where you are at all times."
He looked into her eyes and smirked. "I have a better deal for you for your third request, but first you have to prove to me you can keep our secret."
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Jul 9, 2015 0:30:31 GMT -6
She didn't really care about the ice cream. That was just to prove a point. But her eyes narrowed at her father's denial of her most important term. However, she calmed as he reminded her about the “Bad Snake” - as Soji called Sada. He’d struck two times now, if she’d listened to the adults correctly and it was never without casualties. Her mind flashed to the recent shave with Vale. Maybe she should listen to her father. She was good at hiding but there was always someone better than you.
Evita pulled away slightly, not wanting to show that she was willing to consider this argument, then looked up, eyes going from thoughtful to eager in an instant. “What’s the third deal?”
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Jul 9, 2015 14:13:37 GMT -6
Aizen's smirk remained as he sat back. "I will give you one year to prove to me you know how to keep a secret. In that year if you can do that. I will come get you in the evenings after everyone goes to sleep, and take you to Las Noches, so you can learn the palace and the ones living there."
Sitting up again he looked into her eyes as he waited for her answer.
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Jul 9, 2015 15:38:47 GMT -6
Evita’s eyes widened once more and then she grinned. “You win, Dad. I’ll keep quiet and inside. But you better keep that side of the deal or I find a way to get back at you. I will.” Her energy sparked and she pushed his curl again, overjoyed.
"You don't worry about my part I will do as I told you." He leaned forward and whispered. "You just have to make sure you keep the secret or I go back to prison and then you will not be able to come visit Las Noches."
She nodded. "I'll keep the secret. I'll keep quiet about your sneaking around and the fake Ichigo." She giggled. "He's going to give me piggyback rides now, too." She jumped off the bench. "I'm going home now before Hime gets out of the store. After more ice cream." She skipped over to the vendor just about to close up, still smiling like it was her birthday.
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Jul 9, 2015 16:41:19 GMT -6
Aizen stood from the bench when Evita bound off for more ice cream. He smirked giving a tip of his hat to the young lady that was his daughter. "Now to pay a visit to a few others." He said softly to himself. Aizen vanished from his spot at the bench. He had more messages he needed to deliver before his work was finished for the night.
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Post by Killian Cassius on Aug 3, 2015 12:31:34 GMT -6
"Overdue Visit" (continued):Three forms stepped from the garguanta onto the busy streets of Karakura, the gate slowly closing behind them. Killian looked around at all the people that walked past them like they were nonexistent, a few looking at them like some kind of freak and some taking a double take trying to make out if something was truly there or not. Looking his twins way he watched as Ilian waved a hand in front of one of the humans standing next to him; oblivious to the danger that was standing in their mists. Suddenly Ilian's hands pushing forward, shoving the oblivious human into the path of another as the human stumbled into the passerbyer.
Ilian and Killian both chuckled as the human quickly started apologizing to the other for running into them.
"This was not exactly the type of entertainment I was looking for, but I have to admit it's some funny shit."
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Post by Ilian Cassius on Aug 3, 2015 14:01:29 GMT -6
Ilian looked between Killian and Fey, combing his finger through his white hair, a smirk across his face. "So who do we go see first? The substitutes sister or do we seek out this Goddess and her lot?" Ilian reached out after finishing his question only to shove a passing human them into another. He and Killian chuckled again as the same scene play out again.
A bunch of bowing and apologizing to one another. Suddenly Killian got in on it as dorky looking kid with thick rimmed glasses and short pants stopped next to them, another kid dressed in leather stood in front of him. His hair all spiked up and a chain hanging from his front pocket to his back. Killian lifted his foot and kicked the tougher looking kid in the ass. Hard. Lifting him from the ground causing him to stumble into his friend in front of him. The tougher looking kids turned looking around his eyes finally settling on the dork standing behind him. The kid paled throwing up his hands and shaking his head frantically.
"I didn't do it. I don't know what happen, but I didn't do that!" The kids voice was almost a screech as the tougher kid grabbed him up by the front of his shirt.
"Oh? Then who did it? I don't see anyone else around."
Ilian laughed aloud, "someone is about to get his ass kicked."
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Post by Aemir Fey on Aug 3, 2015 14:31:59 GMT -6
Fey shook his head, as the older boy grabbed the younger boy the collar of his shirt. As the older boy shook the the younger, Fey grabbed the younger one and threw him into the crowd.
"You are not here to torment children." he said, kneeing the older child in the chest. A smile formed on his lips as the boy's body broke, and bone protruded from his back. Looking around, his smile faded. "I see Eiji and Teruo have not made it."
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Post by Killian Cassius on Aug 3, 2015 15:05:03 GMT -6
"Good call Mister Obvious." Killian smirked at Fey as the body of the young boy was flung into the crowed.
Looking at Killian, Ilian chuckled, "I wonder what gave him the first clue?" Ilian let his head fall in a tilt, looking at Fey now. "Should we just start here while we wait?"
"Sounds like a plan to me," Killian replied as he reached out and tapped the shoulder of a young girl of four. Quickly the girl grew changing in looks, forum and age. The child's mother was screaming and asking what was going on she went to reach for her daughter, the child soon was in her teens then a young adult. The mother screamed again causing others to panic as well. Not able to handle the woman's screaming and whining Killian touched the mother. Her body withering quickly as the woman went from her mid thirties to her sixties, nineties and old soon the woman was nothing but a pile of bones and dust.
Now hearing the young girl screaming, Killian looked to her, his nose wrinkling. "Damn! You're an ugly one." He snapped his fingers once as the girl quickly grew to an old woman.
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