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Post by Captain Juushiro Ukitake on Aug 25, 2015 18:16:40 GMT -6
Juushiro sighed and set his hand on her head. “Please remember that your father has very dangerous people on his side. And he’s a a man with few weaknesses. You could be one of them.” Her eyes widened. “Remember that next time you sense something off. You are not safe among them or anywhere near your father.” She stayed silent. He was reaching the point she would stop listening. “Evita, Aizen may not be safe, but your mother is not your only family member.” “You, Kisuke, Strawberry don’t count,” she muttered.
“Kisuke does, actually,” Juushiro stated. Her head lifted. “He’s Aizen’s brother. We just found out, but that means he IS your actual family.” He smiled as her eyes lit up. “He’s your REAL uncle and he’s better than your father on any day.” Juushiro rose to his feet. “If you want something more to hold onto, choose that, Evita.” He looked up, just as Evita vanished down the hall. He rubbed the back of his neck and started to clean up their food, smiling when he noticed that the milkshake was gone. She wasn’t too upset. "Charmer Shopkeeper strikes again," he whispered.
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Post by Kenji Urahara on Sept 28, 2015 11:01:29 GMT -6
"Rejection": Kenji stomped his way up the stairs leading to Orihime's apartment, his zanpakuto in hand. He knocked on the door until Orihime answered. Eyes growing big at the sight of Orihime in tight workout attire, Kenji cleared his throat and asked to come in.
"I need to ask you something, Miss Orihime. About your powers." He stated, stepping into the apartment. "I know a little, from what my dad has told me. But, I want to hear from you." Kenji sat down at the kitchen table, across from Orihime and rested his zanpakuto against the tables edge. He looked around. "Is Evita here?"
"Just us." answered Orihime, fingers tapping the table. "What did you want to ask?"
Kenji took a deep breath. "What can you do exactly?"
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Post by Orihime Inoue on Sept 28, 2015 21:09:07 GMT -6
Inoue smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You're as curious as your dad, aren't you?" Her smile grew bigger as Kenji huffed at her comment. "I can heal and restore things back to before they were destroyed."
Kenji sighed as if disappointed by her comment. So, she reached across the table and laid her hand on his. "What's wrong, Kenji? I thought you knew that?"
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Post by Kenji Urahara on Sept 28, 2015 21:13:57 GMT -6
Kenji nodded. "Well, yeah." he admitted. "But, I was just hoping..." He slammed a fist into the table, knocking over a stack of cups. "I was hoping you can help Nee-chan. And, Soji and Bean!" Kenji shook the table in anger.
"It's not fair! They've been through so much! It's not fair!" Kenji turned away from Orihime so that she wouldn't see him crying. "Can't you at least try, Hime?"
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Post by Orihime Inoue on Sept 28, 2015 21:25:50 GMT -6
Inoue slumped down in her chair. "I wish I could, Kenji." She held up her hands and looked at them. "I can reject phenomenon. I can restore things back to the previous states. But, not...not emotional or mental trauma."
"But, they hurt Bean. And, Kita..."
Inoue shook her head. "Gin's body has healed. And, what's happened to Kita and Soji, I can't fix. I'm sorry."
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Post by Kenji Urahara on Sept 29, 2015 8:01:45 GMT -6
"But, Vita says she say you bring back a bird once! Why can't you do this?" shouted Kenji. He wiped his face and turned to face Orihime again. "Are you sure you can't, Hime?"Inoue nodded, standing and walking over to Kenji. She pulled Kenji into a loving embrace and let him cry. "I'm sorry, Kenji. If you want to help them, just love them. Spend some time with them." "And, what if that doesn't work?" he asked. "What if I can't help?"Inoue pulled away from their embrace. "I think they already know you're trying to help. They know about what you and Uryu did." Kenji wiped his face and looked over to his zanpakuto still resting against the edge of the table. "I've got an idea..." He smiled, turning back to Orihime. "Thanks, Hime!" Kenji grabbed his zanpakuto and ran out of the apartment.Moved
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Post by Sadow Aiga on Nov 29, 2015 21:28:42 GMT -6
"Dusk III" (continued):Feeling an strange reiatsu, Sadow stood atop the apartment. She looked out over the horizon, watching the battle as the masses of hollow and Espada did their damage. Sadow hummed. "What wasteful acts."
Disappearing from the rooftop, Sadow reappeared in the living room of the apartment. She looked around, searching out the strange reiatsu. Turning a corner, Sadow entered a bedroom where a bed had been turned over onto its side. Hiding behind the overturned bed, was the strange reiatsu.
"I know that power." said Sadow, picking at her fingernails. "You have made no attempt to conceal your reiatsu. A bold yet foolish decision. You may be an Aizen. But, your bloodline will not save you."The teenage girl stood slowly, a blank look on her face. Her chin jutted out slightly as she stood firmly before the Quincy. "My bloodline has nothing to do with your astounding ability to seek out a child. And, I see no point in concealing my reiatsu when I know I am in little to no danger.""No danger." Sadow smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. "Child, you think because you posses the mental fortitude to make a weak minded man cringe from you prying apart his deepest thoughts, you can do the same to me? You are child, Evita Aizen. Nothing like your father.""Evita..." Inoue grabbed her daughter's arm in an attempt to pull her back behind the overturned bed. "I don't have to do the same to you," said Evita, pulling away from her mother, "and I am not a child." She paused. "I don't have to do anything at all."Sadow rolled her eyes and scoffed. "You arrogant bitch." Forming a single glowing black feather, Sadow flicked her wrist sending the feather into the bed's frame. A whimper came from behind the bed. Sadow raised an eyebrow as she returned to picking beneath her nails.
"I know how to break bitches like you, sweetie. And, it's a hell of a lot easier than you would think." Sadow winked, nodding toward the bed frame. Blood began to pool from under the frame. "Mother?" whispered Evita. "Naito. I know you're there. You've got my permission to do what you want with her. Break every inch of her spirit. And, when you're done, return home with her shell."Naito grinned, stepping from the shadows while unbuckling his belt. He slammed into the girl, grabbing her by the throat and pinning her against the wall. Overpowering the girl with little effort, Naito stripped the girl of her clothing as Sadow left the room. Sadow shook her head, as she stepped into the hallway. She looked to Methuselah who leaned against the wall with Takai beside him. "Is hurting Sousuke Aizen worth hurting a child?"Sadow chuckled a little. "She's never been a child."-----------
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Post by Ulquiorra Cifer on Nov 30, 2015 19:21:14 GMT -6
The apartment was still when Ulquiorra and Kita entered. The stillness that echoed after despair had set in. And as Kita paused in the threshold, Ulquiorra sonido'ed past her, drawn on by the scent of blood that permeated his senses. He halted in the bedroom of his Master's progeny. A mattress had been overturned but now reeked of blood, chestnut hair listless beneath it.
Orihime. Dead.
Dark green eyes narrowed and wings spread out, casting their own shadow, as he read further into what had occurred in the room. The signatures of at least two Quincies rippled around the destruction of the mattress and scraped furniture. Virginal blood, semen and tears stained one wall in particular. It was unclear how many times a certain 'event' had taken place.
Ulquiorra folded his wings as Kita walked into the room, waiting for any words from her on the matter at hand.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Nov 30, 2015 19:51:30 GMT -6
Kita walked around the turned over bed and looked to the woman on the floor. She sighed heavily shaking her head slightly as she squatted down next to Orihime. Her hand went to her face closing her eyes, then both hands went to the sides of Orihime's head where her hair barrettes were still in place. As Kita's hands moved back from Orihime's head the hair barrettes were gone.
"I will not forgive this. I will find the one that did this to you my friend and I will strike out revenge." Kita spoke softly to Orihime. She stood and looked to Ulquiorra. "She is going back with us." As Ulquiorra nodded Kita stepped out of his way to get to the woman as she looked around the room feeling out its most recent visitors. Her eyes closed as she sighed again.
"I know who did this." "Who?" Kita's hands clenched into tight fists. "Methuselah's group of Quincy and they have Evita."Ulquiorra's arms tightened around the woman in his arms. "We go for them now." He growled stepping forward past Kita.Kita's arm quickly came up and caught the Fourths shoulder before he could go any farther. When he looked back at her, her head was shaking slowly. His eyes narrowing at her. "Explain," He growled."The God of Fire is protecting the Quincy from me. I can do nothing." She looked into Ulquiorra's deep green eyes. "And you are not strong enough to defeat even one of them."Ulquiorra halted and then pushed Kita’s arm off his own. “Then we report to Lord Aizen of the situation now. His daughter should not be left in their hands.”Kita nodded as she looked around the room again her eyes narrowing slowly as Ulquiorra had already turned and left the apartment without her.
"I am coming for you, Quincy." Kita whispered into the silence of the room then disappeared joining Ulquiorra on their journey back home.
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on Apr 23, 2016 20:38:06 GMT -6
"Dawning Days" (end): Taking a breath, he pushed the door to the apartment inward. His throat closed up, the faces of so many people rising up in his mind, one particular person lingering in his eyes. “Sorry for the wait…. Orihime….” Ichigo took a deep breath and looked up. The floor was a mess where people had come in and dragged the good furniture out. It probably included the master bed, but Ichigo wasn’t looking at that. The dust tried to cover it up…. but there was still blood on the walls and counter. There would be even more…. further on. Shaking, the young man wiped his eyes and turned away. Going to the side closet. He pulled out a box, set it where the sofa had been, and kneeled down to pick up the broken frame of Sora. Pained eyes stared into the smiling picture for some time before he set it inside. Then picked up the broken halves of the incense bowl. And set them beside it. Reaching over for another toppled frame, he shook the glass out and placed a picture of a smiling couple inside the box, too. He did the same with the next one too. A little girl wrapped in a silly hot pink fuzzy blanket. Sometime later, the quiet of the apartment broke as Ichigo cursed and punched at an old dresser drawer that wouldn’t open. This wasn’t going to cut it. Slamming his fist into the wood again and again, he finally opened a hole. His knuckles stung, but Ichigo didn’t stop. Grabbing ahold of the opening, he pulled with all his might and fell back as the drawer finally screeched open. Ichigo sat up, wiped his fingers on his pants and pulled out two albums. The first one went into the box but the second Ichigo hugged to his chest. Taking quick breaths, blinking more tears away, he rocked on the dirty floor. Wishing this all was another bad dream. That he hadn’t lost so much. He started as the door opened and Karin appeared in the doorway. She frowned, arms folded, and then walked over, offering him a hand. Ichigo took it. Karin took the photo album from him, set it in the box at his feet, and put a grocery sack in his empty hand. “Go to the back, fix your hand, and eat. I’ll keep going in here.”
Ichigo didn’t respond but did head outside. The warm air, filled with the fumes of paint and gas, took the edge off his pain. He sat on the step, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a black felt box. He didn’t open it. But reached inside the bag. Coming up with a green apple. He took a noisy bite, blocking out the pounding of his heart. Bowing his head, he breathed. And breathed again. And took another bite. - END RP -
"Times Change":
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