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Post by Giichi on Feb 13, 2017 15:40:55 GMT -6
Giichi chuckled. "No. I am afraid not. That is not how you were designed. Your father created you to be hollow. And, because of your mother, you are also human. Nothing more." Resting his elbow to the arm of the chair, Giichi smiled. He rested his head in his hand. "Since we're on the topic of you, dear Evita. Why don't you tell me what you are."
Evita frowned. "Isn't that what you just told me just now?" she responded.
"So, among other things you are confused. Evita, I am not speaking about your genetic make up. I am talking about what makes you...you. I sense that you feel out of place. As if you are unsure of how you fit in. You wrestle with yourself. And, I am rather curious as to why."
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Feb 13, 2017 17:06:16 GMT -6
Evita scowled and looked at the overhead clock and then back to her grandfather. “Most people my age would say they feel out of place. And the adults would say that it’s part of growing up,” she muttered. She put her head in arms and rested against the table.
“I’m Aizen’s daughter, yet I was raised by everyone except him. He had a kingdom to run and I wanted nothing to do with nearly anyone the brief time I was there with him.” She sat up again. “I’ve been adopted by my dad, Ichigo Kurosaki, who would have married my mother, but I don’t know if I fit into his world. I’d be an outcast in Soul Society and I don’t’ see a reason to hunt down my own kind.” She paused and frowned. “Part of my own kind. I don’t want to get involved in the war." She laid her head on the table.
“I don’t know what I want or where I stand in this ridiculous place."
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Post by Giichi on Feb 13, 2017 18:54:00 GMT -6
"Nature versus nurture, my dear." said Giichi. "Your upbringing should pit you against your father and his armies with no hesitation. Yet, you've put so much into questioning what you are, that you are now torn over where you stand."
"No, I'm not!"
Giichi gave a slight nod as he leaned forward. "But, you are. You are aware of the things my son has done. You are revolted by them. Yet, you are angered because you were not raised by him." He raised a brow. "You've said so yourself."
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Feb 13, 2017 22:16:42 GMT -6
Evita narrowed her eyes at him and clasped her hands around her arms to keep herself under control. Just in case. “Kita was the one who got me away from the people who killed my mother and the one who was continually raping me afterwards. One of my father’s men ended the rapist. But then, to regain their freedom,” she clenched her hands, “Ichigo and his friends worked with those same people.”
She sighed and put her head in her arms again. “The contradictions made more sense in my father’s realm, but I wasn’t strong enough to belong there. But I wanted him to pay more attention to me, tell me why I was created. I wanted his approval, but that was wrong, too."
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Post by Giichi on Feb 13, 2017 22:59:15 GMT -6
Giichi laughed loudly as he leaned back in the chair. "Your twisted version of the truth. Naito Kamlyn was not ended by any being working for your father. He raped you, yes. But, it didn't effect you as you would like us all to believe. It's not the way you were built."
"What?"
"You've never been one for emotions, Evita. Even now, you're not really angry. You're following the proper emotional responses for a human. But, you feel nothing. So, spare me the theatrics. As for you being with your father. For as intelligent as you are, why were you incapable of realizing the my son would never approve? He is incapable of nurturing because he cares for, and loves nothing outside of himself and power. And, your leaving...You went with your family. Now, if you're through bullshiting, may we get to the actual conversation?"
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Feb 13, 2017 23:12:47 GMT -6
Evita sprang up in her seat, her threads whipping around her. “You bastard! Just because the emotions are different for me doesn’t mean that some emotions DON’T get through. I HATED every moment with N- that bastard!" She wouldn't let him have his name.She wouldn't' give that - that demon - any satisfaction like that. "It hurt! Sometimes, it still does! I’m not emotionless. And I still care! And miss people. It’s hard. But I do! And I can still bleed!”
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Post by Giichi on Feb 15, 2017 8:33:11 GMT -6
"I said spare me, Evita!" said Giichi, giving the girl a sharp look. "Like my son, you are full of shit! I can still bleed!" he mocked. "Evita Aizen you are no more capable of showing true emotion than your father is capable of love." Giichi rose from his seat, waving a hand. A shimmer appeared in the air as a view of another realm shown through. In the shimmer appeared the face of a young man, eyes a piercing blue.
"This is Teroa, Evita. Your brother. Do you know what he is incapable of?" Giichi glanced over his shoulder. "He is a stark contrast of yourself and Azayaka. He is incapable of nothing!" he shouted, stepping through the shimmer as it disappeared. "The same with Saburou, my fiendish little grandson. It seems that my son can birth magnificent men. But, when it comes to women, he fairs as well as he does getting a willing woman in his bed."
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Feb 15, 2017 17:22:17 GMT -6
Eyes shimmering with a multitude of emotions she could barely register, Evita yanked her threads back against her arms, the pinch of her powers silencing any tears that wanted to escape, as she stood from her chair. She wasn’t going to appear weak in front of this being that was only going to insult her. “Thank you for belittling me, grandfather,” she snapped. “It was a great example of how powerful you are, and I’m glad to meet another member of these realms that doesn't seem to have any heart.”
She slammed her hands down on the table to keep from cussing him, but it slipped out anyways. “But I’m not one of them. And you’re not omniscient; I’ve seen through that shit! with the goddess. Go to your damned grandsons if they’re so perfect! Maybe you'll have something for them, but I’m done with you!”
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Post by Giichi on Feb 16, 2017 7:49:05 GMT -6
Giichi laughed loudly as his looked to the child before him. He clapped his hands together, mocking the temper tantrum. "If you've learned anything from my son, it is the art of deflection. Bravo!" Giichi continued to laugh, even as he stared into the child's eyes.
"You seem to think that people will mind if you have an original, horrifyingly brilliant thought. You're more afraid that you will turn out like my son. There is always that thought, isn't there?" Giichi waved his hand. "The daughter of Sousuke Aizen, will be like Aizen regardless of who she is raised by. So, you shield yourself. Isolate yourself. Pretend that this exclusion of yourself will go unnoticed. And that, in the peace of your isolation, you will be able to figure out just what you are. In the mean time, pretending has worked out very well for you. Hm?" Giichi's tone grew more sarcastic as he spoke. "From the outside looking in, you are this socially awkward, strange child with uncontrollable false emotion that triggers uncontrollable demon like powers." Giichi made a twisted, pouting face.
"So, we're going to fix that. Because, no one in my bloodline is weak and pathetic."
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Feb 16, 2017 13:20:22 GMT -6
Though he had made a couple valid points in his last spill of words that she would have to examine later, when he was far away, she wasn’t going to let him know that. Especially when he was insulting her again. “A lot of young adults are socially awkward and strange to their adults peers,” Evita stated. “And I already told you I don’t care what you say about what you think I am. If you insist on repeating yourself, I am going to add blind and deaf to your own list of weaknesses.” She turned around to head to her room. “And lastly, I am not some thing you can fix. So go back where you came from or go give speeches to this Saburou or the new resident freak you showed me. I am done with you, God."
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Post by Giichi on Feb 16, 2017 21:43:09 GMT -6
"It seems we must not forget to add arrogance to the list of things you've gotten from your father." Giichi placed the tip of his index finger to the girl's forehead. "I don't much care for this burst of confidence. It's foolish. Sojiro Ichimaru...You...The two of you have no respect for the gods. So, you will learn the hard way to give us the respect we've earned."
Giichi flexed his finger, causing the girl to fly backwards into the wall behind her. "As by fix it, my dear, I meant break it. Break you."
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Feb 17, 2017 15:16:24 GMT -6
Evita fell to the ground, cradling her stomach as a flashback she really wanted to forget threatened to take hold at being thrown into the wall by someone much stronger than her. Again. She bit her lip until it bled and stood up. “I won’t let you. It hurt enough then. I’m not being broken again.” She almost added please but didn’t. She had said enough.
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Post by Giichi on Feb 19, 2017 7:28:43 GMT -6
"What the hell are you talking about, girl?!" growled Giichi. "You remind me of that Ichimaru fellow. You say things as if the whole world is privy to what is going on inside your head."
Giichi walked over to the girl and knelt down beside her. "And, how foolish of you to believe that this will be even remotely similar to what you've already experienced. No, my dear. This will be far worse." Moments later, Giichi held the young lady up by the hair. His right hand pierced her body until his took hold of her hollow form. Giichi tore the form from her body. Dropping the girl, Giichi focused on the growling creature made of thread and terror. He torn the creature apart and watched it fade away.
"Think of your power like a Shinigami's bankai. Once broken, it will not be the same when earned and reformed. Take this as a second chance, Evita Aizen. Be better." Before the girl could pick herself up and comment, Giichi faded from the room.
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Feb 19, 2017 18:52:15 GMT -6
Evita stumbled to her feet and grasped at the table as her head spun and her stomach clenched with nausea. “What - the hell does that mean?” she whimpered. She slumped against the side, her cheek pressed against the wood. “What- what did he do?” Tears were pooling in her eyes again and Evita didn’t have the will to push them back.
“What did I do wrong?”
She was in the same position when Ichigo found her, half unconscious and head spinning with the same question. - END RP - A couple days later: "White Knight":
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Post by Lt. Rangiku Matsumoto on Aug 2, 2017 13:53:36 GMT -6
"Leaning on a Friend":
It was the next day after the illusion dropped that Rangiku decided to take her leave in the human realm. She wanted nothing to do the reminders wandering around in the Gotei. She was angry, depressed and disappointed, and she did not want them around for reminders. She was looking forward to having a child. Even though it was not the way she always dreamed it would be. She would at least have the start of a family.
As she exited the gate she turned watching the hell butterfly flutter off back to the soul society. The gate closed behind it and she was now facing the human realm. Down the street she could see Ichigo's home. That was her destination. She was hoping he and Eve would allow her to hang out there for a few days while she was on leave. She wanted to have friends around, but not to the point of being an annoyance and she knew neither of them would be that, nor would she be a burden to them.
After a short walk she found herself standing at his front door stoop. Letting her small bag rest to the ground at her feet, her fisted hand lifted and she knocked on the front door. She then waited for someone to answer the door.
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