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Post by Seto Tetsuya on Jan 4, 2017 19:38:02 GMT -6
"I suppose." Seto shoved his hands deep in his pockets. He began to hum and pace the room. "I want to know something."
The god of fire growled deep in his chest as he looked to the Shinigami. "Speak."
"Why did you bother me? Ruin my life? Set me on this path?"
The god of fire narrowed his eyes as he leaned over the table a bit more. "You honestly don't remember, do you?" The god watched as the Shinigami shook his head. "You sought me out..."
Seto turned around and looked to the god with narrowed eyes. "What fuckery do you speak?"
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Post by Alister on Jan 5, 2017 8:39:45 GMT -6
The god of fire chuckled, falling back onto the floor. "You truly don't remember? You found some misplaced information on gods. A small snippet that described the existence of more than the Soul King. You challenged that theory and you called on me."
"Why you?" questioned Seto. "You of all the gods, why?"
"I can't answer that. But, you called on a god of fire. You simply didn't anticipate the outcome of such a call."
Seto shook his head. "Why would I give you permission to do any of what you've done?"
"You didn't. It was a foolish choice to call on a god and demand answers and time. So, I made you pay the required price."
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Post by Seto Tetsuya on Jan 5, 2017 11:31:51 GMT -6
Seto slammed a fist into the wall, cursing the god lying on the floor behind. "What the fuck ever!" Quickly, Seto turning toward the door as it slid open. "Get out!" he shouted at the woman. She bowed her head quickly, sliding the door shut. Seto sighed.
"Don't sigh, dear brother." said the god of fire. "We as gods can not intervene. We can not prevent events from happening. But, we can alter your paths."
"Like you did me."
The god of fire sat up and looked to the Shinigami. "Similar to the goddess and her vessel."
Seto turned slowly, looking at the god. "What about Sumi and Kita?"
"She sought out Sousuke Aizen for unbiased answers. A foolish meeting. She was captured and, once again, wears a collar."
"Why didn't you say something?!"
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Post by Alister on Jan 5, 2017 15:23:38 GMT -6
"What could you do?" questioned the god. "Seto Tetsuya is a fragile thing. Incapable of protecting anyone but himself. This is, after all, the same man who ran away after killing nearly every man in his division. The same man who nearly killed Captain Juushiro Ukitake for defending the lives lost at your hands."
"Stop it!"
"The very same man whose first born came from the woman he despised." continued the god. "You want to protect her? Does your pride rest in her? In your children?"
"Enough, Alister!"
"You did a finer job of protecting her as a man who didn't exist, than you do as your true self. So, what will you do Tetsuya? Will you continue to seek out knowledge you already hold. Or, will you-"
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Post by Seto Tetsuya on Jan 5, 2017 16:21:11 GMT -6
Seto tapped the tip of his blade to the chin of the god. "I've heard enough. I'm through talking, asking questions and listening to your bullshit. But, you're right. I could do more as Vale Tervaden than I ever could as Seto Tetsuya." "This entire conversation stems from your insecurities. The words of Gin Ichimaru and the others echoing in your mind."Seto chuckled as he took a step forward, pressing the blade to the god's neck. "So, I suppose being called a wolf, a stray or a shadow...It's fitting for the man who doesn't exist." The god looked down at the blade, his eyes narrowed. "Tread lightly, Tervaden.""Yes...Tervaden. Vale Tervaden."
The god of fire growled, rising from his seat and pushing aside the blade. "Oh the boldness that comes from a bit of prodding..."Seto chuckled, lowering his blade and sheathing it. "Hm...There is a darkness coming, Alister. And, it is by your hand. So, let your cinders serve as warning." "For what?""Vale Tervaden has returned." -- END RP -- "Checkmate from the Mad Scientist": |
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Post by Yurisa Kaiba on Jan 9, 2017 13:09:33 GMT -6
"Exchange of Deals":Yurisa was strolling through the halls of Akumanosu making sure everything was in order, for another busy day. With the news of the new girls and news of more coming in, clients were coming out of the woodwork. Her regulars were still stopping by as well, but the news of new blood had them coming in daily to test out, play with and hoping to get first dibs on the virgins.
She was elated at the business and how they were staying busy, but it also got her to thinking it was wearing some of the girls down and the new ones could not replace those if they needed to take leave to rest. She was going to have to do some switching around with the girls, but then it would leave other positions open. While still in thought she made her way down to the main lobby and called on her two best guards. She explained to them their situation and what she wanted to be done. As she spoke to them one of the men's attention was pulled away from her as he looked toward the entrance door.
"Kyo!" Yurisa called to him snapping her fingers in front of his face. "Pay attention!"
The mans hand lifted as he pointed to the one that entered the brothel. Yurisa turned slowly to see who and what he was pointing at as she saw her only son standing in the entry way of Akumanosu. She smirked, truing fulling to face him as she waved a loose wrist at the two men behind her. "We will take this up later, when I have finished with my son."
The men nodded and parted ways to go about their business.
Yurisa stepped up to her son, now a bright smile across her lips. "Kae my love. What brings you here to see your darling mother?"
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Post by Kaemon Kaiba on Jan 9, 2017 13:26:17 GMT -6
Kaemon stepped away from his mother, as she attempted to hug him as she usually did - a half hearted, I-hug-you-because-you're-my-son-but-that's-it kind of hug. "You sent for me, Mother." He pointed over his shoulder at a man donning an eye patch standing behind him just outside. "You said it was important. So, here I am." He opened his arms as he walked around the room.
"I see things haven't changed, since I left. A few new faces, I see." Kaemon looked to a room with purple and gold curtains. A man stumbled through the curtains, adjusting his belt and cursing at whoever he left in the room. "Not so good, hm? You may lose business if that's going to keep happening." Kaemon pointed to the man cursing at whoever through the curtains.
Kaemon slid his hands into his pockets. "Tell me why I'm here, Mother."
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Post by Yurisa Kaiba on Jan 9, 2017 13:36:11 GMT -6
Yurisa chuckled lightly. "That is nothing new for him, Ariwa has not been happy since his regular girl has left us. He will settle once he finds the right girl once more." She paused for a brief second. "Speaking~ of the right girl." Yurisa continued looping her arms around her son's arm and tugged him along, with a disgusted look on his face, Kaemon struggled to get free of his mother.
"I have a job for you. It pays very well and a win win for both of us." She tugged him alone to a near by office as he finally pulled away from her and they both entered the room on separate paths.
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Post by Kaemon Kaiba on Jan 9, 2017 13:44:17 GMT -6
Kaemon walked around the room. "I've already told you, I won't be coming back to work for you." He grunted, brushing his hair from his face. "Besides, from what I hear, you no longer cater to my kind of clientele."
Yurisa nodded slowly as she stepped around her desk. "Correct. We do not cater to that type of clientele, but that is not the job I have for you." She sat down in the chair behind the desk and gestured for her son to take a set as well. Once the boy took a seat, Yurisa continued as she lounged back in her chair her hands folding in front of her. "The position in need of you is access the young girls at the Academy."
"You no longer cater to them." corrected Kaemon. "Those were you're best clients. They spent more money than the men after these girls. So, disappointing. These new girls don't even look as if they can take the sight of a man without gagging. As for the girls at the Academy," Kaemon walked over to the doorway and leaned against its post. He looked around as men and woman bustled about the brothel. "Why do you need access to them? What could you possibly do with them? They would all shrivel and die before you could use them."
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Post by Yurisa Kaiba on Jan 9, 2017 14:14:15 GMT -6
Yurisa leaned forward on the desk her hands folding under her chin as she watched her son. "If they were paying out the money, then they were giving it to you." She pushed up out of her chair stepping toward him. One hand to the desk as she drug her fingertips along the edge. "Because the Brothel was not seeing a yen of it." Her tone tight and held a slight growl.
"As for the girls at the Academy why would you care? You want the boys there not," her hand rolled in front of her. "In your words, not mine. The useless things." She stopped in front of him. "A client of mine is in need of young girls of all types. Fighters, workers, even the sexy and lovely type. He is willing to pay you well for your work."
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Post by Kaemon Kaiba on Jan 9, 2017 14:20:59 GMT -6
"The boys of the Academy are not what I need either." Kaemon looked to his mother, biting his bottom lip. "There is the delicate flower, Riku. But, he is so unsure of himself. And, in love with his best friend. He wrapped his lips around me on our first meeting. I could use the boy any time I wanted. And, he would let me." He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "Forgive me if this provoke a sense of disappointment, but I want someone to fuck me and move on. I don't need clingy or a history behind it all."
Kaemon licked his lips. "A bite of lip then a shuffle out the door. That's all." He stepped from the room and began to walked down the hall, his mother following after him. "If I were to help you, what would I get?"
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Post by Yurisa Kaiba on Jan 9, 2017 14:26:45 GMT -6
"I told you. Handsomely paid." She stopped him by placing a hand to his shoulder and turning him to look at her. "What else do you want, Kae? We are dealing with a group that is not easy to sway in the way of demands."
"Handsomely could mean that they allow me to keep my life." snapped Kaemon. "I want more. Much more. I wanted for nothing before I left here. The Academy does nothing for me."
Yurisa was about to speak and fell silent as she looked to her son. Her hands moving to her hips as she looked around at a few faces that looked their way. "You want to come back to the brothel." Her tone flat as she looked back at him.
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Post by Kaemon Kaiba on Jan 9, 2017 14:40:34 GMT -6
"I...I don't know." said Kaemon. A man pushed his way through the curtains of the room he stood in front of. A smile appeared on his lips as the man walked by him. The man bowed his head slightly, returning the smile. "Egusa." said Kaemon, returning the bow. The man continued down the hall. "I want to leave the Academy. But, I don't want to return here. You won't let me. I know you won't, Mother."
"Then, what do you want?" questioned Yurisa.
"I want enough money to be on my own and want for nothing." Kaemon looked to his mother. "I want you to pay me a monthly allowance."
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Post by Yurisa Kaiba on Jan 9, 2017 14:53:12 GMT -6
"You want to live on easy street free of charge?" Yurisa laughed. "I scratched and clawed my way to where I am now and you want me to pay your way so you can can just lay around and do nothing?"
She turned her back on her son crossing her arms over her chest. "Take the job. They will pay you enough to do just that. Then you can say you did it on your own with out mommy paying your way."
She turned to look at her son once again. "They are willing to pay you ten thousand yen per girl. More if you bring them virgins and Nobles."
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Post by Kaemon Kaiba on Jan 9, 2017 14:59:09 GMT -6
"And, just how am I supposed to know if they are virgins?" questioned Kaemon. "And, you owe me! All those men you let have their way with me when I was younger...You owe me!" Kaemon narrowed his eyes at his mother as her smirk grew from his outburst. "You bitch! You owe me. Why shouldn't you pay my way?!" Kaemon rubbed his knuckles as he turned away from his mother.
"I'll take the job. But, I want something from you."
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