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Post by Methuselah on Nov 17, 2015 8:48:22 GMT -6
"The Order":Methuselah sat alone in the dimly lit room of the Council Room. His eyes narrowed at the empty chairs at the long table. He hummed lowly as a petite raven haired women stepped into the doorway. "My Lord." The woman lowered herself into a bow. "Ishida, as you requested." The woman stepped into the room, Uryu Ishida following behind her. Raising a hand, Methuselah offered a seat to Ishida. As Ishida took the offered seat, Sadow lowered herself by his ear, issuing a threat in the form of a whisper. Methuselah lowered his hood, revealing the tired and aged face of the Kamlyn leader.
"Quincy, by our very nature, are the opposite of the Shinigami. They attempted to purge the realms of the us, in an effort to maintain the balance. We have been at war with them since. There have been attempts to secure a peaceful future between Shinigami and Quincy. The union of Isshin Shiba and Masaki Kurosaki. Your own relationship with the Shinigami."
Methuselah sighed, his eyes turning toward Ishida. "You came to me several years ago wanting to have my assistance in retrieving those taken by Sousuke Aizen." He laced his fingers together as they came to rest on the top of the table. "A human woman acting as a vessel for a goddess and a Shinigami. Since that day, I have yet to understand why you wish to save the life of a Shinigami. And, before I act, I wish to know why."
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Post by Sadow Aiga on Nov 17, 2015 9:08:26 GMT -6
"Does it matter, Imai?" hissed Sadow. "You've already chosen to act." Feeling the hazel eyes of Methuselah as they focused on her, Sadow lowered her head and gaze.
"Forgive me, Imai. But, you have already given the order to move at dusk. I don't understand the reason you chose to question him."
"He questions my loyalty." Uryu spoke lowly, his head still hung as it was since Sadow issued her warning.
"If I question anyone's loyalty, it is that of my own blood. Your cause is just, Uryu Ishida. And, as Sadow has said while speaking out of turn, we will move on them at dusk. I simply wish to know why you wish to save them."
"You look for something that isn't there, Imai. You want hope that the relationship between Quincy and Shingami can be mended. You're a fool!"
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Post by Naito Kazuya on Nov 17, 2015 9:26:22 GMT -6
Naito strolled into the room, one hand on his armored chest the other hand resting around of his sister as he pushed her along. "Watch your mouth when you speak to my father, Sadow. You aren't a Kamlyn. Which means your blood will serve best on the floor."
"Recall the last time you threatened me, Naito. You were a breath away from death."
Methuselah slammed a fist into the table shaking the room. "Both of you will suffer me, if this childish bickering does not cease! You should be preparing yourself for what is to come. Not interrupting me."
"My apologies, father. But, my preparations are done. So, I found Takai. And, she served me well." Naito grinned, tightening his arm around his sister who remained silent in his grasp.
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Post by Methuselah on Nov 17, 2015 10:26:56 GMT -6
Methuselah growled as he turned his gaze away from his son locked around his daughter. He turned to Ishida. "I have no interest in mending the relationship between Shinigami and Quincy. A purge is coming, Ishida. Both Shinigami and hollow will die. To maintain the balance, that was the reasoning for the Shingami's purge against us."
"And, whatever reason you have, its equally wrong!" Uryu rose from his chair, only to be pushed back down by Sadow. "Quincy and Soul Reaper can co-exist as we have done for years! This is needless and insane. I just want my friends back!"
Once again, the room shook as Methuselah slammed his fist into the table. "Mind your tongue, while in my house! All of you! Hear me and hear me well. What Ishida says is true. Shinigami and Quincy can co-exist. But, in order to do so, we must start anew."
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Post by Takai Kazuya on Nov 17, 2015 10:51:27 GMT -6
"A meteor." Takai spoke softly. Teal eyes looked to her father as he nodded. Takai pulled away from her brother as she walked toward her father, one hand on the hilt of her blade. She stopped and stood across the table from Ishida.
"From chaos, there shall rise order. Meteors destroy leaving nothing behind except what has the will to survive. What does survive, bands together so they may thrive to see a better tomorrow. My father is the meteor that will bring about the union you seek.
Uryu shook his head, pulling his glasses from his face. "This won't work. The gods won't allow it."
"You mean your angel won't allow it?" A smile formed on Sadow's lips as she walked over to Imai and leaned against the frame of his large chair. "Raelin Fang, yes? Why did you leave her behind, if you are so in love with her?"
"Enough, Sadow."
"Kamlyn Manor is no place for an angel."
"Neither is Las Noches, for that matter, Takai. But, we are the lesser of two evils." Naito grinned. "Sort of."
Takai stiffened at her brothers words. "Methuselah's purge will happen, given your explanation or not."
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Post by Uyru Ishida on Nov 17, 2015 11:29:09 GMT -6
Uryu wiped his glasses clean on a small cloth he pulled from his pocket. "I have been here for the last five and a half years. And, not once until now, have you mentioned Raelin. I have never made any mention of her. So, how...How do you know about her?"
Methuselah rose slowly from his chair. "It is my business to know the history of those dwelling in my house. You are not the only one with secrets." Methuselah sighed, placing a gentle but firm hand on Ishida's shoulder. "Chose five. We go to rescue two of those five. Which means you are left with only three more to save from this purge."
"If I refuse?"
"Then, you will die with them."
Uryu looked to Takai who remained across the table from him. "And, what of the trash in your own house? Are you going to purge them too?"
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Post by Methuselah on Nov 17, 2015 11:47:10 GMT -6
Methuselah's hand moved quickly from Ishida's shoulder to the back of his head. Taking a handful of Ishida's hair, Methuselah slammed his face into the solid oak table. The sound of Ishida grunting and his glasses shattering pulled a chuckle from Naito, as Methuselah lifted his head.
Blood ran from Ishida's nose and the cuts along his cheeks. Methuselah pulled him up from his chair, forcing him to stand on the tips of his toes.
"This is my house!" Methuselah whispered in Ishida's ear. "Which means, if we do not share a bloodline, then you are my property! If you have forgotten the rules of my house, refer to Sadow. If not, remember your place."
Methuselah released Ishida, letting him stumble to the floor knocking over his chair as he fell. "Never again will you part your lips to speak ill of my family."
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Post by Naito Kazuya on Nov 17, 2015 14:43:28 GMT -6
Naito leaned over the table, dipping a finger in pool of blood on the table. He licked the blood from his finger, grinning as he wrapped an arm around Takai's waist. "So, this is what the Ishida's are made of? Pathetic."
Turning his attention to his sister, Naito nipped at her ear, chasing her as she turned away. His hand fell below her waist finding it way to her ass. "Don't run from me." Naito nipped at her ear again. "It'll only hurt worse." he whispered, cupping her ass cheek.
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Post by Methuselah on Nov 17, 2015 15:14:55 GMT -6
Methuselah grabbed the table's edge, lifting it and pushing it out of his way as motioned toward his son. As he reached for his son, Sadow used hirenkyaku to step between them. Methuselah grabbed his son by the throat, despite Sadow's interference.
"Imai!" shouted Sadow. "He is your son!"
Naito grinned in his father's grasp, throwing his hands up. "Yes. I am your son!"
"And, she is your sister!" Methuselah tightened his grasp on his son. "I told you, this will not happen in my house!"
"I'm your fucking child!" Naito's armor began to glow. "Do to one, what you do to the other!" Naito raised his hand, readying to strike his father.
Methuselah slammed his son into the wall behind him, before raising his hand tattooed with his zeichen. His bow, black and glowing formed and pointed at his son. "Gemischt!"
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Post by Sadow Aiga on Nov 17, 2015 15:31:30 GMT -6
The room shook as Imai's temper grew and his son taunted him from against the wall. Sadow stepped between Methuselah, looking to Takai who has drawn her blade. "Imai, please. Calm yourself." She placed a gentle hand to his chest. "Please."
"Good girl, Sadow. Protect father." Naito grinned, changing his stance.
"We are not protecting father." Takai placed her blade to her father's bow.
Sadow looked past Imai, looking to Ishida as he still sat on the floor. "You're going to tear down your own house!"
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Post by Uyru Ishida on Nov 17, 2015 15:53:00 GMT -6
"So, the Kamlyn family has its demons." Uryu held his still bleeding nose. Squinting, he looked to the chaos on the other side of the room. He rose to his feet slowly. His trembling body and the room shaking from Methuselah's small display of power, wouldn't allow him to rise any faster.
"Kita Miyamoto, Yumiko Ryouma, Raelin Fang, Evita Aizen, and Kenji Urahara." Uryu watched as Methuselah lowered his bow. The room stopped shaking. Reaching for the chair behind him, Uryu sat down. "Those are the five I want."
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Post by Methuselah on Nov 17, 2015 16:21:28 GMT -6
Methuselah turned slowly, looking to Ishida. "If that is what you want." Lifting his hood, Methuselah glanced over his shoulder at the three behind him. "Sadow, tend to Ishida." His eyes followed her, as Sadow did as instructed.
"All of you, get out." Methuselah fell back into his chair. "Get out!"
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Post by Takai Kazuya on Nov 17, 2015 16:25:56 GMT -6
Sheathing her blade, Takai walked over to her father whose face was now covered with his hood. She placed a gentle hand to his cheek. "You must mind your temper, father. I am capable of breaking Naito, if need be."
Letting her hand fall from his cheek, Takai turned toward the open doors of the Council Room. "At dusk..." She nodded to Sadow as she exited the room.
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Post by Naito Kazuya on Nov 17, 2015 16:39:07 GMT -6
Naito dusted off his jacket as he walked over to his father. "Gemischt, hm? Is that what you think of me? A half breed? Hm, Echt?!" Naito leaned forward, reaching for his father's hood and pulled it from his head. "Answer me!"
Hazel eyes stared back at him, as he moved closer to his father. "I know we've had this conversation before, father. I know. However, one day, you are going to answer me. I am your heir." Naito's face twisted as he father said nothing.
"Fine." Grinning, Naito turned and walked toward the door. "I suppose Takai has time enough to serve me before dusk." Raising his hand, Naito punched Ishida as he walked by him and left.
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Post by Sadow Aiga on Nov 17, 2015 16:56:28 GMT -6
Helping Ishida to his feet, a servant of the Kamlyn's walked into the room. He escorted Ishida out of the Council Room. Sadow followed the servant to the door, closing the doors behind them. She turned toward Imai, sighing as she walked toward him.
"Imai, Naito is reckless and you let him provoke you." Sadow stated plainly. "Why?"
"He is my son, Sadow." answer Methuselah. "I can not turn him away."
Sadow shook her head, kneeling in front of Imai. She placed her hand on his knees. "Why not, Imai?"
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