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Post by Old Man Gary Faux on Jun 5, 2015 14:33:18 GMT -6
Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose Gary walked up to the chess table he, looked at the shopkeepers boy as he sat there playing with the chess pieces left by the last players. "Are you looking for a challenger, Tiger?"
The young man looked up at him shaking his head as he stopped fiddling with the chess pieces.
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Post by Kenji Urahara on Jun 5, 2015 14:39:58 GMT -6
"I am not here to play, Sir." Kenji stood, looking at the old man before him. He scratched the back of his head giving an awkward smile. "Excuse me for being forward, Mr. Faux. But, I want to get straight to the point here." Kenji's smile faded as he took his seat after the old man had sat down.
"You are Sousuke Aizen. Yes?"
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Post by Old Man Gary Faux on Jun 5, 2015 14:45:01 GMT -6
Gary chuckled lightly at his question as he looked across the park, "You're just like your old man. Straight to the point." He looked back to Kenji, "tell me Tiger? What would you do if I told you yes? That I was this Sousuke Aizen."
Gary picked up one of the pieces moving the rook into place for a checkmate. "Hmm..." he hummed as he waited for the boys answer.
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Post by Kenji Urahara on Jun 5, 2015 14:51:52 GMT -6
"My name is Kenji Urahara." stated the boy, tapping a piece on the board causing it to fall over. "And, I am thirteen, Sir. What can I do?" Kenji smiled, folding his arms on the table. He looked to the old man, his smile holding steady. "So, are you? Are you Sousuke Aizen?"
Kenji pulled off his book bag and zanpakuto, resting the sheathed blade on the table. "Don't mind this. I'll look a bit silly waving a sword at a little old man. So, I won't. It just needed some fresh air."
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Post by Old Man Gary Faux on Jun 5, 2015 15:05:49 GMT -6
Gary laughed aloud shaking his head. "One day you will learn not to threaten people stronger than you." He leaned back in his chair paying the boy no mind. "No matter how blatant or jejune it might be. It could cost you your head." He looked to the boy again and smiled.
"If I was Aizen don't you think you would be dead by now." He thumped the bottom on his cane on the ground and smirked. "After all, being a Soul Reaper I would have a Zanpakuto as well. Correct?" He pushed his glasses up on more. "Unlike you carrying it in plain sight. I am not. So where could it be?" Gary got a thinking and pondering look on his face and in his eyes. "I wonder?" He rubbed his chin.
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Post by Kenji Urahara on Jun 5, 2015 15:11:43 GMT -6
"I wonder." Kenji smiled and rubbed his own chin. "I think..." he glanced over both shoulders before leaning over the table and whispering. "You're full of shit." He sat back down and folded his arms over his chest. "Dad says you are human. Some god made you this way. You may have your zanpakuto. But, you don't have the power to use it."
Kenji slid down in his chair a bit, looking at the old man with narrowed eyes. "You still haven't answered my question, old man. Are you Sousuke Aizen?"
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Post by Old Man Gary Faux on Jun 5, 2015 15:22:04 GMT -6
Gary lifted from his set with a smirk painted across his face. He leaned over the table and got inches from Kenji's face. He stood there in silence for a few seconds just looking into the boys eyes.
"Boo..." the old man said causing Kenji to jump ever so slightly. Gary chuckled lightly again pushing his glasses up. "Yes, boy. I am the man you seek. I am this Sousuke Aizen." He stood erect again, turned and started walking away from him and the chess table.
"Now run. Run home and tell your father. Tell him the hands of times are only turning for him and the others and all the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages."
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Post by Kenji Urahara on Jun 5, 2015 15:27:19 GMT -6
Kenji jumped up from his seat, growling at the old man. "They've got Vale! Do you even care about that?! He almost died! The guy who brought you back, keeps nearly dying for you!" Kenji grabbed his zanpakuto and book bag, then took off after the old man.
"Vale isn't a bad guy. They have him in prison, I think. Can you just turn yourself in, so they can let him come home?"
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Post by Old Man Gary Faux on Jun 5, 2015 15:42:03 GMT -6
Gary stopped and turned back looking at Kenji. "I did not ask him do this. He did as any faithful follower would do for their Lord and King. He sacrificed himself for the greater good." He took a step toward Kenji.
"It does not matter to me what Vale is or Vale is not. As long as I achieve my goal. I will do with him as I have done all the others that sacrificed in my stead." Kenji looked to the old man as he turned again still speaking.
"I will use their bodies as stepping stones to reach my goal." Gary said no more as he walked away leaving the boy there alone to ponder his words.
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Post by Kenji Urahara on Jun 5, 2015 15:47:47 GMT -6
Kenji stood there a few moments longer, letting the old man fade from his view. Quickly, he turned on his heels and back toward to the shop.
"I'm sorry, Vale." he huffed. "I tried."
He didn't stop running until he had made it back to the shop.
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Post by Sada Teruo on Aug 5, 2015 18:35:14 GMT -6
"A Welcome Reunion II":Teruo waited patiently, poison dripping from his wide manic grin. He hunched over, grabbing the ledge on the roof as he leaned over. His eyes focused on his target. Licking his lips, Teuro leaned further over the edge.
Disappearing from the ledge, Teruo navigated his way through the crowd. He shoved the unsuspecting, threw the unnerved and drew blood from those with the awareness to see him. His laughter filled the air, as he decreased the distance between he and his target. The crowd panicked as Teruo carried on.
As the crowd dispersed, Teruo looked down at a pale face framed with glasses and a silver top. He lifted his hand, licking blood from his nails as he looked down at the seemingly fearless boy. Teruo knelt down in front of him.
“It is unmistakeable.” he spoke through his grin. “You are the son of Gin Ichimaru.”
The boy trembled, the book he held sliding from between his hands.
“Well...Do you have a name, boy?” ”Soji, run!” shouted Kenji, running toward the hollow, blade drawn. “Just run, you idiot! Run!” he shouted, running through the entrance of the park.Teruo drew Naraku, and called on a power not his own. He pointed Naraku at the child running towards him.
“Shoot...To Kill!” Naraku’s blade extended quicker than most eyes could read. Teruo bombarded the child with rapid passes of his blade, until the boy fell to the ground in a bloody heap. Turning back to his fleeing target, Teruo growled.
Naraku returning to its original form, Teruo called on another power. The fleeing boy quickly found himself bound in a black whip. Teruo pulled hard, knocking the boy’s glasses off as he dragged the young Ichimaru back toward him. Once the boy was in reach, Teruo palmed his face and lifted him from the ground.
“There’s someone you should meet.”END RP "A Welcome Reunion: (continue)
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Post by Yoruichi Shihoin on Aug 11, 2015 10:59:11 GMT -6
"Nightmares at Home":
Yoruichi rushed towards the park, Tessai in tow behind her. She had felt Kenji's reiatsu drop sharply, and immediately she and Tessai took off for the park. There she found him bloodied and unconscious. Her heart dropped.
"Kenji!" She fell to her knees in front of him. Tessai went around to his other side, checking his pulse.
Tessai looked up at Yoruichi, his expression unreadable. "Let's get him home."
Yoruichi nodded as Tessai lifted the boy up carefully. The two of them rushed back to the shop, Yoruichi's heart pounding in her chest.
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Post by Coyote Starrk on Nov 17, 2015 19:49:49 GMT -6
"Stag": (continue) The gate opened as the two stepped out looking around the Park of the town. It was mid day the sun hanging high in the afternoon sky as the kids and parents played in the park. A few heads turned as they looked to Kita. All dressed in white with her long haori, sheer billowing sleeves and long form fitting dress underneath the haori. She looked regal, Angel like. The uniform fancy for what he normally saw in Las Noches, but the Fourth liked to keep his woman happy. So it had to be something Kita asked for. Looking back to Kita from the on lookers Starrk bumped her softly in the arm as she stood there in a daze looking around. "Where to first?"
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Nov 17, 2015 20:01:12 GMT -6
Kita shook her head not saying a word as she turned and looked back out across the Park. Old memories of her past washed over her as she looked around. Memories of her family. Her friends and even the strangers she stopped to talk to. After a few more minutes of silence she shook her head and without even thinking about what she was saying she blurted out.
"I want to go see Ichigo."
Starrk laughed rubbing the back of his neck. "Boy you really want to get the party started don't you."
"Well if you stay hidden the 'party' as you are calling it won't start early at all."
"Why do you want to see the kid anyway? I am sure he has long forgotten about you. It's been seven years."
Kita shook her head looking back out across the Park. "Ichigo would never forget about a friend. Never."
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Post by Coyote Starrk on Nov 17, 2015 20:49:45 GMT -6
Starrk sighed combing his fingers through his hair again. "I guess it can't hurt anything, but I am going with you. The last thing I need is to lose you hours before the attack. Lord Aizen would surely have my head then."
Kita looked his way smiling. "I think I will be safe with the Substitute. He has never doubted me before. Why would he start now?"
"Maybe because you have been gone for seven years. Then all of a sudden you return in a uniform for the Arrancar and you're with me, an Espada, the Primera." Starrk raised a brow as she turned like she was in a daze and stepped away from him. "And don't even think he won't feel the change in your reiatsu."
He reached out grabbing her wrist before she got too far away from him. Startling, Kita turned quickly to looking at him.
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