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Post by Matsudaira Miyoshi on Nov 13, 2016 17:07:25 GMT -6
Matsudaira slid his finger around the rim of his saucer. "What kind of men do you have working for you, Ono? I would like to think that you would take greater care in choosing these men. This indignation..." Matsudaira glanced over to Ono. "Your men are laughable."
"They serve their purpose." replied Mitsunari. "They are good men."
"I will take your word for it. But, thus far, I remain unimpressed."
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Post by Mitsunari Ono on Nov 13, 2016 17:46:29 GMT -6
"They are not here to impress, Miyoshi. They are here to work and get the job done in a quick and timely fashion. They do that, though a few," Mitsunari looked to Kotaro and toward the door where Kazue exited, "get a little carried away sometimes and need to be reminded of their duties."
He looked back to Miyoshi. "I have you and Fuwa for the jobs that take a little more -- finesse. Which is what we will need for the Nobles."
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Post by Matsudaira Miyoshi on Nov 13, 2016 18:28:54 GMT -6
Matsudaira chuckled. "Of course its about making an impression, Ono. None of us would be here if we hadn't made an impression. But, that is neither here nor there." He picked up his saucer and took a sip. Setting his saucer to the table, he used his other hand to twist the end of his mustache. "What is this task that requires finesse?"
"The two nobles..." replied Mitsunari.
"Masanobu and Nakane?"
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Post by Fuwa Ito on Nov 13, 2016 18:59:49 GMT -6
Fuwa's lips curled at the condescending tone of Matsudaira. He had forgotten how much he disliked this man, but as long as Mitsunari would deal with him, he would refrain from displays. However, that didn’t mean that he would listen quietly when his work was in question.
“We can handle the Nakane clan. They’re no threat. And their daughter is a wide-eyed innocent.” He sipped from his saucer. “It’s the threat of the Masanobu clan and their partner Byakuya Kuchiki your skills are needed for.” He set his saucer down and waited for the hostess to serve him another cup. “If it is possible for you to do so. They are highly skilled opponents, after all~”
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Post by Matsudaira Miyoshi on Nov 13, 2016 19:31:28 GMT -6
In the blink of an eye, Matsudaira drew a throwing needle from his hair and threw it at Ito. The man's saucer shattered, as Matsudaira took a sip from his own. "Are they?" He smirked as Ito rose from his seat. "Captain Byakuya Kuchiki is of no concern. I have dealt with the Kuchiki before."
"Have you?" asked Mitsunari, raising a hand to Fuwa.
Matsudaira nodded. "An illness took his wife." He lifted his saucer to his lips. "That is what they believe."
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Post by Mitsunari Ono on Nov 13, 2016 20:40:06 GMT -6
Mitsunari chuckled lightly as he then took a sip from his saucer lowering it slowly. "That could shatter a man's ego. Thinking you can protect your family and loved ones and in reality you failed."
Fuwa lifted a new saucer to his lips. "Are you really suggesting you could get away with poisoning the head of the Kuchiki clan?" he pressed.
"You misunderstand me." Matsudaira bowed his head as a young lady entered the room, presenting them with more sake. "I am not suggesting that I can. I am plainly stating that I did."
Fuwa hissed at his statement as Mitsunari smirked. "We all have our back stories here. Some darker than others. If you knew what brought me to this day and time you might start to second guess your reasons for working for me." He tipped his saucer finishing it off before the young lady reached him to refill it. "Let not dwell in the past. We have bigger dragons to catch in the here and now."
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Post by Satsuma Fujii on Nov 13, 2016 22:53:57 GMT -6
Satsuma listened to the conversation between the three men, knowing that he had no input, he remained silent and sipped from his own saucer.
Finding the conversation more interesting than the woman who had sat his order in front of him he merely nodded and continued to listen.
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Post by Ahmes "Kazue" Sarraf on Nov 13, 2016 23:04:06 GMT -6
Kazue pushed his way into the room, right behind the last hostess with a plate full of food, "I don't give a rats ass what any of you have to say, so keep it to yourselves."
His eyes shot daggers at Matsudaira, "Especially you. I don't give a flying fuck about what you say." He then sat next to Satsuma and sat his elbows against the table, "Talk. I don't want to waste my time anymore." Kazue shook his head at Mitsunari before grabbing his saucer and taking a drink from it. His golden eye carefully watched everyone get their food and start to eat.
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Post by Mitsunari Ono on Nov 14, 2016 10:35:16 GMT -6
Mitsunari waited for the last hostess to exit the room and close the door behind her before he started to speak. His eyes slowly moving around the table as he spoke to the men in front of him. “I had the honor of entertaining the lovely lady of his establishment the other day.”
Kazue chuckled, “shouldn’t that be the other way around since she runs this joint?”
Mitsunari smirked nodding his head slowly. “Sadly, I did not entertain her in that fashion of business. It was another sort of business.” His eyes still wandered around the table. “She has contracted us to get her new females for her establishment.” A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. “And in exchange for a lesser pay out she is going to have it arranged to where we can be fed information, and maybe a little assistance.” He paused. “In capturing the Shino Academy female students.”
Kotaro grinned. “Isn’t that where the two nobles attend?”
Mitsunari nodded his head slowly. “Yes, Fuwa was lucky enough to find this bit of information out for us a few days ago.” The smirk tugging at his lips finally formed. “And just no more than a couple of hours ago I had the pleasure of escorting the lovely young noble back to safety.”
“WHAT?!” Kazue’s hand slammed down on the table top. “YOU HAD HER AND YOU DID NOT GRAB HER?! WHAT THE FUCK ONO?!”
Mitsunari raised a hand to Kazue silencing him. “She was being watched.”
Fuwa looked to Mitsunari with furrowed brows. “How do you know this? I saw no one.”
Mitsunari looked to Fuwa. “Let’s just say my past experiences has taught me that trick of the trade.” He looked back around the table. “And my hunch was correct when I went to look for her after she ran away from me.” He looked pointedly at Fuwa as a smirk drew Fuwa’s lips upward.
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Post by Fuwa Ito on Nov 14, 2016 12:23:00 GMT -6
"It's not my fault I made an impression on her when we had the pleasure of her first acquaintance," he purred. Snapping his chopsticks, he pulled out a slice of salmon from his plate, dipped it in the sauce and savored the smooth flavors. "I happened to see the little bird with you and waved. That's all. She's the one who turned white and fled." He snickered and bit off a piece of his yakitori. "Further into danger, too, if someone hadn't appeared."
Finishing that piece, he looked to Mitsunari. "Are you saying that there was someone else in the area besides the Kuchiki head? Because he was probably drawn here by her panic. That is why I made a short act of disappearing, after all. There wasn't anyone else before that."
Mitsunari leaned back in his seat, watching as Fuwa idly picked up another piece of seafood. "We're all lucky my intuition was sharper than yours in this matter and I was more than ready to play a game with the sort of company that might appear along with Kuchiki," he murmured.
Fuwa's eyes narrowed. "Quit holding back on us. Who was watching our bird?"
"Someone that will add another layer to this kidnapping of ours."
"You're still being stingy."
Mitsunari smiled darkly. "It is an intriguing turn of events, and I wanted to make sure you were all listening." He paused. "Though I did not know who it was at the time, Kuchiki wasn't the first to grab her when she followed your script, Fuwa." He lifted his saucer. "Gin Ichimaru was."
Fuwa dropped his chopsticks and slammed his hands on the table. "What the fuck is HE doing catering to a Kuchiki?!"
Behind the mask of his fury, his heart drummed in his ears. If that man was involved, then he really had barely escaped with his head intact.
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Post by Kotaro Naoto on Nov 14, 2016 12:58:02 GMT -6
Kotaro nearly choked on the slice of beef he had in his mouth with the name that just past across the table. “Wait a minute!” He looked from Fuwa to Mitsunari. “Are you talking about the Gin Ichimaru. The same Ichimaru that was in service with Sousuke Aizen?”
Mitsunari nodded slowly as Kotaro swallowed hard causing Kazue to scoff and wave a loose hand his direction. “What the fuck ever! Send him my way I will rip his head off.”
Kotaro looked to Kazue with a wide smile as he spoke then started to laugh hard. His hand went to his forehead the other to his chest as he fell back still laughing. “OH NOW THAT IS RICH!! KAZUE IS GOING TO KILL THE NOTORIOUS GIN ICHIMARU!!” He laughed some more. “Dude you really need to get yourself a pigeon and get the word on the streets!” He propped himself up on his arms and looked across the table at him.
“You have no clue, who Gin Ichimaru is do you?” Kotaro asked him.
Kazue glowered at Kotaro. “Who gives a fuck who he is! I will rip his head off and shove it up his ass!”
Kotaro chuckled lightly, a wide smirk across his lips. “Is this before or after he rips you in half with that blade of his from four hundred yards away. Oh!” Kotaro wave loosely at him, “but don’t worry. It will happen so fast you won’t even know you're dead until you're talking to the Soul King… or well… in your case Rushifa.”
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Post by Ahmes "Kazue" Sarraf on Nov 14, 2016 13:08:11 GMT -6
Kazue growled once more, "Regardless if I am outclassed or not. I fight till I die. I am not weak, I do not back down. And to say I'd be shredded. You are underestimating me, Kotaro."
He sipped at his saucer and smirked, "I am extremely headstrong. If that is wrong, then that is your problem," He smiled at Mitsunari, "But I guess the insane one doesn't have a good word."
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Post by Matsudaira Miyoshi on Nov 14, 2016 18:37:41 GMT -6
"Gin Ichimaru." Matsudaira's voice was low as he spoke. "Genius. Master swordsman. Shunpo master. Kido practitioner. Former right hand of Sousuke Aizen." His eyes narrowed as he looked to Sarraf. "And, you, a lowly mercenary with a temper. What could you possibly achieve against a man of such strength, outside of presenting yourself as the laughable creature you are?" Matsudaira smirked as he took a sip from his saucer.
Before Sarraf could speak in protest, Matsudaira raised his hand. "Ono, Ichimaru shouldn't be in issue, if we provide distraction."
"What do you have in mind?"
"His son, Sojiro Ichimaru."
"And, just how do you know so much?" mumbled Kazue.
"It is my job to know." answered Matsudaira as he looked to Ono. "Take the boy. His father will go after him before the girl."
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Post by Mitsunari Ono on Nov 14, 2016 20:06:25 GMT -6
"Are you sure of this? I have heard from my informants that the boys father tries to stay out of his life because of controversy with the Gotei and his mothers new lover." He cocked his head slightly in thought. Makino's voice echoing in his mind and the face of the silver haired reaper swirling around.
Mhm, he is a really good guy, but because of his family name and their past history he is frowned upon.
"And you do know where the boy is, correct?" Mitsunari questioned with a wide grin, the gut feeling he was having eating at his insides.
Matsudaira nodded slowly. "He is attending Shino Academy. Though he is an Ichimaru he is nothing like his father in powers. He should be an easy target. He has little to no friends and last noted a girlfriend. I doubt any of them could stand against us. They are still wet behind the ears."
Mitsunari started to chuckle softly as they all looked to him in confusion. "I am not sure if this idea will work."
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Post by Satsuma Fujii on Nov 14, 2016 20:42:42 GMT -6
Satsuma could only laugh at his bosses words, "And why the hell would it not?"
He popped his neck as he spoke, "Taking the kid would distract someone, whether it's the older Ichimaru or not it would give us some space. Maybe not to get the girl but to get closer to the academy."
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