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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Nov 19, 2015 20:42:18 GMT -6
Kita's eyes narrowed as he bowed before her. Quickly she grabbed his head bring up her knee as she shoved his head down into it. His head bounced off her knee as he stumbled back falling to his ass.
His father chuckled softly, his hand lifting to his son as he scampered from the ground. His Quincy energy surging around him. "Perhaps, I should have your sister speak with this young woman." He said, bearing an amused smile.
Kita looked away from the bleeding Quincy to Methuselah giving him a pondering look. "If he touches me again I will castrate him."
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Post by Methuselah on Nov 19, 2015 20:52:10 GMT -6
With a hand on his son's shoulder, Methuselah pushed his son forward. "Touch her." His son shook his head, placing his hands over his crotch. He cursed his father before disappearing.
Methuselah bowed to the woman. "Consider this offer, Kita Miyamoto. Come to my home. Speak with me, then decide for yourself what you wish to do."
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Nov 19, 2015 21:36:56 GMT -6
Kita rubbed her forehead when the Quincy disappeared from in front of her, he was still in mid bow. Feeling a hand on her shoulder she spun quickly finding Starrk behind her. She sighed shaking her head.
"Lets go home I have had my fill of this place." Kita told Starrk looking him over for any signs of being injured.
Starrk rubbed his chest with a smirk. "You like what you see?" Kita rolled her eyes with a heavy sigh. "Don't be an ass. I was only making sure you were completely healed." She turned away from him toward Ichigo and the former Espada.Starrk pouted. "Aww, you're no fun." Starrk replied as he stepped up behind her. He looked the way of the two men that came to Kita's recuse. The former Espada still trying to wake the Substitute. "We taking them back with us?"
"Might as well. It's two less we have to deal with in a few hours."Starrk nodded as they stepped up to the two men. Vacanze quickly getting to his feet as Starrk's fist met his face knocking him back on his ass.
"You won't fight us. You will get to your feet and follow as ordered. Because if you don't. Your life will end here where you stand." Kita informed him. "Kita?" Kita shook her head holding up a hand. Vacanze went silent. He tried to speak, but could not. "No words will save you now, Vacanze."
Vacanze then went to grab Kita as Starrk swung on him again punching him in the side of the head, knocking him out cold.
Kita sighed rubbing her forehead again. "You're carrying them both for that." Starrk laughed picking up Vacanze first, tossing him over his shoulder. "I think I am capable of that." He then grabbed Ichigo doing the same. "Lets go," Starrk told her adjusting the load over his shoulders.
Kita nodded lifting her hand opening the Godly gate before them. As they stepped in the gate Kita looked to Starrk one last time before the entrance closed. "Take them to the Maze once we are back in Las Noches." Starrk only nodded to her as the gate closed behind them.
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Post by Raelin Fang on Nov 29, 2015 15:11:13 GMT -6
"Dusk III": (continues)
Raelin's wings flared up as tremors shook the town of Karakura, her arms around two glowing children she had saved from below a tree that had fallen. Her hair drifted in the light mist blowing through the trees from another direction. Hollows. Her arms tightened around the children as she lowered herself down from the air to the couple who had survived. They stood in pale-faced shock.
She touched both of their heads. "Run," she whispered.
Her hands wrapped around the warming pendant under her dress. "Uryu, please be safe and let my blessing protect them."
Her form wavered before she faded from view, answering the call aching through her heart.
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Post by Methuselah on Jan 3, 2016 14:53:39 GMT -6
"Broken":Methuselah sat quietly, collared and in the center of the town park. Connected to the center of his collar, was a chain that was mounted the arm of the chair the daughter of Aizen had made for herself. His legs were crossed beneath him and his arms were folded across his chest.
Looking across the park, he sighed at the sight of his collared daughter and the corpse of his son. Sadow, he could not see. "What's wrong, Quincy?" asked Azayaka. "What's wrong? Don't like the sight of your son?" Methuselah sighed as he turned his head. He had already sat through hours of the woman's taunting him. He had grown tired of it. Methuselah closed his eyes, inhaling deeply as he sat up straight.
Bringing his shoulders back, Methuselah flexed his neck muscles. His eyes shot open as the metal around his neck bent and the taunting ceased. With a grunt and a shake of his head, the collar snapped around his neck."You son of a bi-!" shouted Azayaka. Methuselah grabbed the woman by the throat, as the collar fell from his neck. With the Aizen in his grasp, Methuselah rose slowly. "Do not fear me, Aizen...I won't kill you. I want you to deliver a message...To your father..."
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Apr 19, 2016 10:32:48 GMT -6
"Dawning Days": (Continued) She walked through the park of Karakura a stroller in front of her as little Kadaj was fast asleep within it. It was a beautiful day and a day she was finally able to catch a break, but she also felt as if she were wasting it, but with being forced to take this break by her oldest son. She had no choice. She had been so busy with helping the Fourth Division with healing the critically injured she barely had time for her family let alone herself. If she were not working in the medical facility in the Soul Society, she was at home tending to the needs of her loved ones. So a break she was forced to take.
Vale had been around a few times to see Kadaj, but his time spent with them was very short, and only her, Sojiro and Kadaj saw him. She understood why and she knew in time, or well...At least hoped in time; it would change. So much needed to be done since Aizen was sealed. Not just their physical and mental well being needed to be rebuilt, but their homes as well.
With Kisuke still on bed rest; Tessai, Vacanze, Ichigo, Sojiro and the others of their realm were rebuilding the shop. She was pretty much busy every second of the day unless she was asleep, and then that was a toss up as well. Her dreams were back to haunt her once more. Dreams of Loki, Aizen, Grimmjow and even Szayel. It seemed Sumi was holding them at bay and now with her gone they flooded her mind, but they were much worse when she was asleep. Even with cooking, cleaning, healing, taking care of an infant, her mind was always going over something. Past, present or future events.
Though, one thing Kita did make clear to everyone... Sumi was gone. She no longer had the power she possessed from the Goddess in the past. The only thing she was left with was her shield and healing powers. Be it by Vale's barging with the Soul King or the Soul King feeling generous. She did not know which... Those were the only two things left behind when Sumi was stripped away from her. In a way Kita was relieved, but in other ways she missed her. There was so much she could with Sumi and not just being strong. She could have found Gin. The man she loved. The father of her oldest son. He had been missing for three weeks. And no one could find him.
No one could find him. Not even the scouts that had been out for the last three weeks finding survives and or escapees of Aizen's take over. Not even Vale knew of his whereabouts. She worried for Gin and feared the worst. Immortal or not he could still be hurt badly, too bad to heal himslef to get to help. If he was conscious that is to get to help. Her head shook slightly as a tear trickled down her cheek. What would she do if Gin was never found? How would Sojiro react with losing his father, yet again? What would happen to them?
She shook her head wiping away the fallen tear as her thoughts were brought back to the here and now. She looked down in the stroller at Kadaj.
"I miss them both so much." She whispered to the sleeping child.Fade -- END --
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on May 25, 2016 16:36:52 GMT -6
"Her Own Way" cont.
Licking a double waffle cone of lemon sherbet and mint chocolate, Evita strolled down the park. It was the long way home, but she didn’t care. It was still quiet because most were in school or work. So she got most of the area to herself and some old people. It was one of the pluses of taking classes online. The wide spaces of the park also cleared her head of stray thoughts she’d picked up while sleeping or walking from one side of the town to the other.
Or would if she were alone. Freezing at the ping of distress within her radius, Evita took a larger bite and looked around. There. By the restrooms. Typical. Vivid eyes narrowing, she turned around and started to walk in that direction, still licking her cone.
Someone clashed into the metal wall. “That’s not enough, kid!” “Please, I really am late.” “Tough shi-” “Let him go,” Evita ordered as she turned to face the group of three.
“What’d you say, bitch?” Evita’s eyes flashed and she lifted her head higher, locking eyes with one of the tall men. Then again, they weren’t that much taller than her. And they were still thugs. “Let him go and leave this area,” she repeated.
“Huh?” “Why-” Evita seized the opening in their minds and yanked hard. “Get. Out,” she sneered. Both blinked. She really didn’t care if they had a headache or not. “And leave your wallets.”
A spell of stillness settled on the park.
“Yeah, let’s go,” the one in a green jacket said. “Carlie is going to be upset if we’re late.” Evita blocked the image of scantily dressed waitress, shuffling it with images of an apartment and mother. “Then again, I promised my mom I would help with something…. didn’t I?” he murmured, eyes glazed.
Evita took another lick at her cone.“Yeah, and I have to clean up… my apartment for inspection….” The one in a jersey commented. Their wallets fell on the ground and they turned as one to leave. Evita bit into her waffle cone.
“How’d you do that?” She turned, almost having forgotten the boy with her prey. “Magic~” she smirked. The boy grinned, wiping at his cheek. She frowned and touched it, sending just a spark of healing into the skin. “That’s going to swell. You’ll need ice when you get to school.” The boy nodded. She pulled her hand back. “Get your money back.”
The boy nodded, harder this time, and grabbed the nearest wallet, pulling out a twenty and five from it. He looked up at her. “Are you going to steal the rest?” he asked, dark eyes wide with worry. Cute kid.
“No,” she sighed. “They can get them at the lost and found.”
If they remember where they lost them.
The boy reached for her hand, making her start. “Thank you, O-Nee-san!” She blinked. Then jolted as her mind flashed red. And slowly reached into her pocket for the change from her ice cream. “Get, yourself. a treat,” she murmured, voice disjointed. It didn’t seem to matter. As her head buzzed, the boy’s eyes lit up and he bolted, mind on one thing.
Good.
Evita slowly sat down and rubbed her temple, clearing her head. Focusing on the birds and whisper in the trees. A cat meowing nearby. The red flare faded. She started to get to her feet when a shadow passed over her.
She grimaced as she looked up. “You’re covered in paint,” she stated.
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on May 25, 2016 17:42:44 GMT -6
Ichigo ran a hand through his head. "What can I say? I was helping paint when your distress signal went off." Ichigo reached for her.
"Don't," his daughter muttered. "I don't need paint in my hair when it's impossible to get out." She took another bite from her cone.
Ichigo chuckled. "Are you sure that it won't go with your highlights?" he teased.
Eve made a face and raised her eyebrow. "It's teal, Strawberry. I already have red. And I am not going to be a christmas tree."
Ichigo's smile grew. "Green and red makes strawberry too, if you count the leaves. Besides, my hand is clean." He ruffled her head.
"Dad! My bangs!" She batted at his hand.
Ichigo's smile didn't budge. "Your ice cream's mostly melted, you know. Come on. Let me help you up and I will get you another."
"Fine," she finally took his hand, "but I wasn't distressed. And leave my hair alone."
Pulling her up, Ichigo set his other hand on her shoulder, tone lowering. "Is she still bugging you?" he asked.
Ichigo was referring to the hollow voice in his daughter's head. Something that had appeared shortly after Evita had stolen Kita's wallet and disappeared, returning before anyone had noticed with her hair cut. He had at first been sad she had done it. But if that was what she needed, he'd support her. And the hair had grown on him. But unfortunately, as soon as the weight of her attack had finally started to lift, after talks with both Isshin and Kisuke, when she used her powers, sometimes a violent 'sheen' took over. Eve saw red and wanted to hurt someone. Kisuke had labeled it as her hollow side. Which probably didn't like her forgetting her 'need' for revenge and to hurt others after her attack. The 'presence' wasn't strong enough to take over, like his own, but it could influence her.
Ichigo hesitated and then hugged Eve. It had been one of the rare times he had been glad to have had his hollow side. Since he could help her.
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on May 25, 2016 18:20:56 GMT -6
"No," Vita murmured, head down, not resisting the display of affection. She dropped the remains of her cone in the trash and fiddled with the clasps of her bracelet, which kept her powers lowered. "I got her under control again. The focusing worked." She paused. "Pick up the wallets please. I'm still dizzy."
Ichigo squeezed her shoulder before kneeling and swiping said items. He pocketed them. "How much were they stealing this time?" he asked. "$25," she replied. "And you promised me ice cream."
Ichigo chuckled. "I know." He ruffled her head again, causing her to swat at him. "That will have to do since the way you do decide to help isn't exactly 'fair,' " he stated. With a gleam in her eyes, Evita patted at her hair again. "I really don't care. And if I get paint on me, I'm going to hurt you," she said. "And we're going to Kita's for dinner. So I don't have to cook." Ichigo laughed, shaking his head, but still led the way to the ice cream parlor. Eve smiled quietly.
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Post by Captain Tsukiro Ashimitsu on Dec 19, 2016 1:15:28 GMT -6
"Visit Home" (continued) "Hm," Tsukiro hummed. "It happens. You focus on one thing and things get away from you, and things you believed to be second best was the best thing that could have ever happened to you." Tsukiro grunted as he stretched with his arms over his head as a hand clamped down on the boy's shoulder. "It's your life, Sojiro. I am not going to tell you what to do with it, but I will let you know when I think you're fucking up."
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Post by Sojiro Ichimaru on Dec 19, 2016 1:28:39 GMT -6
Sojiro nodded and chuckled. “I guessed that much, Tsuki.” He looked over the grounds before them. “I’ll try to tell her. Soon. I hope it will be easier to do after I talk to V-man, too. He never hesitated. Even when everything in his world was going pear-sized.” He turned back to Tsukiro. “Let me try to figure this out my way before you hound me please? And don’t tell the others?”
He adjusted his T-shirt. "There's enough blame going around."
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Post by Captain Tsukiro Ashimitsu on Dec 19, 2016 21:43:42 GMT -6
Tsukiro chuckled lightly. "No one is going to blame you for anything." He looked the boy's way. "With your girl or otherwise." Tsukiro pointed himself toward the shop then looked back at Sojiro. "I wonder." Sojiro cocked his head at him. "How fast have you gotten?" Before Sojiro could answer, Tsukiro took off in a flash of shunpo. "Try and keep up. Yeah?" Tsukiro's voice trailed behind him. Moved -- END -- |
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Post by Szayelaporro Granz on Jun 28, 2024 16:48:50 GMT -6
Bleach Unrated: REBOOTEDCurrent Arc: RejectionEpisode 466 “Where, Oh Where Can Aizen Be”: The Garganta ripped open the sky above Karakura Park, its ominous presence casting a dark shadow over the serene afternoon. Out stepped Aizen's most loyal: Szayel, Ulquiorra, Whisper, and Starrk, their eyes cold and determined. They were followed by four mayhem-seeking individuals: Grimmjow, Nnoitra, and the Ayakashi twins, Killian and Illian. These four were tempted with the promise of torment and combat against their favorites, their sole purpose to create chaos and distract while the rescue team freed their lord and master, Aizen.
Szayel was the first to emerge, his sharp gaze immediately locking onto the distant Urahara Shop. “He is exactly where I figured he would be,” he announced with a smug smirk.“Indeed,” Ulquiorra murmured, his eyes scanning the horizon, a cold, calculating gleam in them.“I’m going that way,” Grimmjow declared, pointing towards the Kurosaki home, a savage grin spreading across his face.“And the Snake is coming right at us,” Nnoitra said, his grin even more maniacal. “I got him.” “The Goddess is not coming with him, it seems,” Killian observed, his tone indifferent but his eyes keen.“I am sure she is staying close to the children,” Szayel responded, his mind already working through their next steps.“I believe we all need to disperse, or the Snake will not allow us to go anywhere,” Whisper informed them, her voice soft but firm. “Follow the instructions you were given to the letter. Once Lord Aizen is freed, we are leaving.”“With hostages,” Illian added with a wicked laugh, rubbing his bare chest in anticipation.Ulquiorra's eyes narrowed at the Ayakashi. “It's foolish to bring the woman now."Illian moved forward, but Killian placed a restraining hand on his brother's shoulder. “The woman stays. Las Noches is no more, and Hueco Mundo is in no shape to harbor anyone—living or soul.”Illian growled, his frustration palpable, but he jerked his attention away from the group and disappeared, Killian following closely behind. The others quickly followed suit, leaving Nnoitra to deal with the approaching Snake, Ichimaru Gin. |
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Post by Nnoitra Jiruga on Jun 28, 2024 17:44:44 GMT -6
Nnoitra stood resolute, a predatory anticipation in his eyes, as he awaited the arrival of the Snake. When Ichimaru finally emerged from the shadows, Nnoitra's face split into a wide, almost manic grin. "Getting slow in your old age, huh, Ichimaru?"
Gin's gaze snapped upwards, locking onto the Fifth Espada who was hovering menacingly high above the ground, a malevolent grin twisting his lips. "How's the family?" Nnoitra's voice was smooth, with an edge of mockery.
"Are they ready to return home? I'm sure your woman is missing the place. She was getting rather ruthless there at the end, you know. You were molding her quite well to follow in your footsteps."
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jun 28, 2024 19:46:05 GMT -6
Gin’s lips lifted into his signature smirk. “Maybe I was waiting around to see who was stupid enough to stick around when you guys have no leverage over me.”
He drew Shinsou and stepped away from the trees completely. “I expected the pussycat to be foolish enough to get his dick pancaked, but I thought more of you, Quinta. You always seemed smart enough in picking your battles. Do you really want to tangle with me when I have all the reason I need to turn you into my next pincushion? Are you that bored,” he sneered, tone dark, “that you are willing to risk extinction with one of your former masters?"
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