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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Sept 3, 2014 15:18:01 GMT -6
Gin snickered. "Don't you think it's a little early to be appeasing Loki when he's at least one of the reasons you gave Kita to me?"
He leaned against the wall and watched his master and started listing off information. "The information Kita delivered to those at the shop really was little, the vague locations of the girls, that your army has been restored to its original ten, and that at least Nnoitra and Ulquiorra are back from the dead. Details they had already guessed at. That's what I persuaded them to tell me through gritted teeth. I accidentally dropped my phone in one of Szayel's projects, so they won't be calling me again...." He turned around to look over the grey scenery. "Oh, and I have killed five Numeros in the short time I have been back. They're getting too slow down below."
He glanced over at Aizen. "You know, if you're not careful, you're going to break her precious trust in me before you're ready to harvest her. Couldn't you have played with Yumiko?"
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Sept 3, 2014 15:24:44 GMT -6
Aizen looked to Gin and smirked, "Yumiko is too delicate to tend to my needs." He pushed up and stepped away from the balcony rail. He lifted his hand running his fingers through his hair. "They know about my daughter." He looked to Gin from the corner of his eyes. "I guess that bit of information slipped the shopkeeper's mind."
His smirk grew wider. "It's amazing what you can gather from a weakened mind."
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Post by Loki Asenna on Sept 3, 2014 15:33:08 GMT -6
Loki walked from his masters bed chamber he was half dressed like Aizen. His eyes narrowed and bore down on Ichimaru when he saw him. Looking slowly away from him to his master, he bowed.
"Master, she has awakened."
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Sept 3, 2014 15:35:43 GMT -6
Gin ignored the Cero and waved a hand at Aizen's comment. "Well, I think between the weak worried mind of her 'father' figure and the girl herself, you've covered the miniature holes in your armor, Aizen-san. Think you'll return my pet to me before this one does break her before you're ready?"
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Sept 3, 2014 15:45:19 GMT -6
Aizen nodded to Loki then returned his look to Gin. "It seems your timing was perfect, Ichimaru." He walked back over to the rail and looked out once more. His hand rose and waved nonchalantly over his shoulder. "Take her. I am finished with her for now."
A small laugh escaped him. "Don't mind her condition. She will recover in time." He heard Gin move and he turned to look at him once more. "Leave the chokers on my bedtable, Ichimaru." His eyes were narrowed as he looked on at him.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Sept 3, 2014 15:50:37 GMT -6
"As you wish, Aizen-san." Gin bowed elegantly before striding over to the open bed chamber.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Sept 5, 2014 13:00:52 GMT -6
"Summoned by the Devil": Gin entered the throne room balcony from the long shadows cast by the ever-present moon ahead. "You called, Aizen-san?" he murmured with a wicked light in his squinted eyes.
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Sept 5, 2014 13:29:09 GMT -6
Aizen did not turn looking at him as he spoke. "Yes, the room in which Kita was being held in previously." Aizen turned looking at Gin. "I need it completely secure. Camera's, alarms and anything else you can imagine to put on it. I don't want anything getting in or out."
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Sept 5, 2014 13:49:19 GMT -6
Gin waved his hand. "That shouldn't be too difficult," he replied and tilted his head. "Why the rush? Are you moving Kita back in there or putting someone else there?"
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Sept 5, 2014 13:55:44 GMT -6
Aizen smirked looking into Gin's eyes. "Does it matter?" He brushed past Gin walking off the balcony back into the throne room. "Are you growing tired of your gift, Ichimaru? I know a few that will take her from your hands if you are. I am sure they could keep her entertain a little better as well."
He chuckled softly and continued walking.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Sept 5, 2014 13:59:41 GMT -6
"Nah~" Gin responded, with his usual nonchalant tone, "I'm not tired of her. I did just give her a booby-trapped room to keep nosy espada out, too." He fell in beside his master. "Knowing who or what you're putting in there makes my traps and plans of the room easier to complete. That's all."
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Sept 5, 2014 14:08:45 GMT -6
Aizen gave Gin a side glance, "think godly, old friend." Aizen then picked up his pace.
"I have a beautiful young lady that is in need of me. So report back when you have finished it. I am sure you will be busy for the next few days. So feel free to bring Kita to my room. I am sure she will get lonely without you there." Aizen stopped and looked slightly back at Gin with a sly smirk. "I will take good care of her." He turned again and started his decent from the room. "But you already know that."
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Sept 5, 2014 14:22:51 GMT -6
Gin snickered. "Somehow I think that Kita would disagree with that statement," the snake called out from the balcony. He leaned on the railing and looked out over the desolate scenery. "In spite of the fun moments with you, she still resists you. I wonder if that's the reason you're still fascinated with her, since it seems to go beyond her seraph form. As Aizen continued walking, he bowed and turned on his heel. "I'll arrange something fitting for ya, Aizen-san, and keep that last little note in mind during the busy night. Pleasant hunting, old friend."
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Sept 13, 2014 21:05:53 GMT -6
"Reliving the Past":Aizen sat on his throne his open hand resting to the side of his head as his elbow propped to the arm of it. He waited for his daughter to appear before him. He had a job for her. One only she could perform and one she had been performing for decades. He smirked at the thought of having his daughter at his side; even before he let himself be known to the Soul Society. All of them fools and not able to see any further than the ends of their nose. If they only knew half of the debauchery he had not only unfolded before their eyes, but done without their knowledge they all would just give up and let him take over like it should be. However, being the fools they were and are. He has to fight to claim what he wants. His mind drifted to past and present times as he waited...
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Post by Azayaka Aizen on Sept 13, 2014 21:10:37 GMT -6
Azayaka walked into the throne room with her head held high. As she entered the room, she saw her father perched on his throne, one leg crossed over the other, his chin on his fist. He wore that calculating, deceiving, and arrogant smirk that always seemed to play over his lips. It was one that she had found plastered on her own lips many times. It was one that always reached his eyes.
As she knelt before him, a sudden sense of deja vu overcame her.
She was reminded of that day...
Azayaka was about eighteen in human years. She stood dressed in the Shino Academy's female uniform. She was in the Zanjutsu Training dojo. Surrounding her were four male students. All five of them held wooden swords. Azayaka's eyes were closed, her head bowed.
Suddenly she heard a shout, followed by footsteps and the whoosh of a sword coming down on her. She side stepped to the left and swung to the right. She heard the whack of the man's sword being knocked out of his hands. She reached out and grabbed his arm, twisting it and bending it back behind his back. He cried out but only for a moment because her elbow came striking down on his chest, sending him crashing to the floor.
The other men were struck down just as quickly and in similar fashions.
She sighed. "We're done for today. You four still have a long way to go."
"But sensei!"
"I said we're done." She exited the dojo before another word could be said.
"You have blossomed exquisitely, my beautiful daughter. Just as I expected from my own flesh and blood."
Chills shot up her spine as The Voice slithered through her ears like velvet. She closed her eyes for a moment then re opened them to make sure she wasn't dreaming. When she was sure she was awake, she turned around.
There he stood. Six foot one with brown eyes and hair and squared glasses. He was nothing like she expected, yet at the same time he was everything she expected.
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