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Post by Kin Masanobu on Feb 14, 2017 15:39:38 GMT -6
Kin placed his hand to the hilt of his blade as he narrowed his eyes at the man. "She might. Why do you seek her out?"
The mans arms lifted from his sides and he smiled wide. "Why for her magnificent work! Why else would I seek out a woman that is betrothed?" He chuckled lightly as he adjusted his glasses across the bridge of his nose. His words spoken much softer now. "Though she is as beautiful as her work. Any man would be lucky to have her at his side."
Kin's eyes narrowed further his sword clicking as he broke the seal between it and the sheath. The man took a step back his hands coming up in a surrendering motion. "Think before you speak Fukui, or it could be your last thought."
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Post by Captain Byakuya Kuchiki on Feb 16, 2017 12:58:55 GMT -6
Byakuya stayed silent as Kin stood in the front. Kouen was standing just as rigid. And yet, Aizen, if it were him, had still stepped up to Saya and himself. His hand tightened in hers, glancing our of the corner of his eyes at Makino and Sojiro, Daichi's form wrapped around the former's neck. From behind Jun Fukui, he could see the telltale glint of the Snake's hair.
It was unusual to call Gin Ichimaru that without malice. But right now, he needed Aizen's former righthand. His intuition and his blade.
The man was standing motionless near a display. Was he waiting?
Byakuya looked down to Saya and inwardly took a breath. "Shall we greet your admirer?" he asked.
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Post by Saya Masanobu on Feb 16, 2017 13:41:40 GMT -6
Saya inhaled and stood still holding on to Byakuya's hand. The two then stepped forward around her eldest to face the man that claimed to be Jun Fukui. Stepping up to him Saya still holding on to Byakuya's hand she bowed to the man.
"I was told you seek an audience with me on behalf of my Art work?"
The man bowed in return taking Saya's free hand in his. He lifted it slowly to his lips softly kissing the back of it.
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Post by Jun Fukui on Feb 16, 2017 14:18:33 GMT -6
Jun lifted slowly, the woman's hand still held gently in his as he looked into her eyes and smiled. "I now see why your work is so beautiful, such a beautiful woman." He looked to Byakuya and smiled.
"You have excellent taste in woman as well as Art, Captain Kuchiki." He looked back to the woman and smiled again releasing her hand as he then gestured to the table for them to take a seat.
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Post by Sojiro Ichimaru on Feb 16, 2017 14:31:29 GMT -6
As Captain Kuchiki and his family took a seat, Sojiro's hand stroked Makino's as he took a breath, other hand tightening on his blade. The particles of time swirled around them all. Last time, Aizen's power had overwhelmed his concentration. But hopefully, this time, he could do it. If needed. His father still remained motionless by a nearby display. He tightened his grip on Makino's hand and focused. Waiting.
For something to happen. Another move from the other side of the board.
A drop of moisture slipped down the back of his neck.
He took another breath as Daichi chittered at him. It was too real to disappear into headspace completely.
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Post by Makino Tori on Feb 16, 2017 14:54:46 GMT -6
Makino looked to Sojiro as he gently squeezed her hand under the table. She smiled sweetly at him then turned her attention back to her parents and the man she knew was Aizen. What was he doing? What was he trying to prove? If he were going to attack or take hostages why the facade? Why not do it like he always has, just grab and go.
It was like he was playing with them. Waiting to see if they were foolish enough to act against him, or sit on pins and needles and let him play his own game out first. Makino exhaled softly as she adjusted in her chair only to be met with a sharp pain shooting through her leg from the break. She clutched at her kimono as her head lowered and she bit her bottom lip. Taking a deep breath she slowly pushed the pain back in her mind. Now was not the time for this. She had to be focused. Her eyes closed tightly as she took another deep breath and exhaled. She adjusted in her chair once more hoping it would help.
Finally, it started to subside as she lifted her head after a few more minutes and looked to Sojiro once more. A weak smile across her lips.
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Post by Jun Fukui on Feb 16, 2017 16:36:19 GMT -6
"Are you alright, young lady?" Jun asked her stepping her way.
Before he could get close enough, a blade crossed between him and the young girl. He looked from her to the young man standing next to the silver haired boy as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. The third Masanobu boy. "I meant no harm, but she does look rather uncomfortable sitting here." He looked to the Ichimaru boy.
"Maybe she needs to get up and move around some?" He looked to the youngest Masanobu once more and offered her his hand. When she did not take it he smiled warmly, his head tipping to one side.
"I don't bite."
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Post by Kouen Masanobu on Feb 16, 2017 16:49:02 GMT -6
Kouen narrowed his eyes at the man as he still held his hand out to his sister that had yet to take it. In an instant his blade was turned and he smacked the Jun's hand making him draw it back quickly. "You were warned." Kouen told him as their eyes met and locked for a quick second.
"If she were that uncomfortable she would have spoke up. Now. You came to speak with Saya Tori. I suggest you take your seat and do so. I have very low tolerance for men that do not heed warnings."
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Post by Jun Fukui on Feb 16, 2017 20:56:16 GMT -6
Jun chuckled lightly as he turned, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Heed warnings. Yes, even women should heed fair warning." Suddenly a blade was pulled from nowhere at Jun's side. The Ichimaru boy shot up from his chair as Kin spun, the first strike blocked as Kin was kicked away from them. Kouen only getting both the boy and his sister out of harms way. As Byakuya drew his blade next, Jun's blade lunged forward. Saya then quickly sprung into action as she placed herself between Byakuya and Jun. As she hit the blade with the flat of her hand to knock it away, Jun being much stronger, corrected the blade just enough.
The blade pierced her left side, exiting out her back, piercing Byakuya in the upper stomach. Quickly his blade was removed from the lovers as Jun leaned back to avoid the quick advancement of Shinso. As Gin's blade withdrew, Jun spun blocking an attack from Kin. Then quickly countering as his blade slashed down the front of the eldest Masanobu. Jun spun again then lunged forward Byakuya blocking his next attack, but in his injured form took himself and Saya to the floor.
Jun spun again as Shinso ripped into the sleeve of his kimono as he retreated across the room. Jun turned again to defend once more, his blade crossing with the brother of the Koriyama clan. Jun started to laugh as he shoved Koriyama back cutting into his sword arm with his counter attack. The facade dropped as Aizen stood before them.
"Yes, Kouen. Heed my warning. I will return. In due time."
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Post by Gesshin Hora on Feb 16, 2017 20:56:38 GMT -6
A strange whisper floated on the air, as Gesshin's hands tore open a gate. He flexed his long fingers as they appeared out of the void. Gesshin latched onto Aizen's kimono, pulling him into the void as the man delivered his final warning.
"I will return."
As Aizen was pulled through the void, it closed behind him, cutting him off from the bloodshed caused by his blade.
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Post by Shosei on Feb 16, 2017 21:09:01 GMT -6
Teroa ripped through a void, the hollow Gesshin laughing behind him. His piercing blue eyes focused on the one they called Ichimaru.
"Ichimaru Gin..." he whispered.
He sonido'd over to the Shinigami, his eyes complete black. "You betrayed my father..." He grabbed the Shinigami by the throat. As Teroa tightened his grasp on the Shinigami, he unleashed wave after wave of his spiritual pressure. The Shinigami began to dissolve in his grasp. "You belong...Nowhere..."
Moments later, the Shinigami was gone having dissolved completely.
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Post by Sada Teruo on Feb 16, 2017 21:16:53 GMT -6
"Well now, isn't that interesting!" chuckled Teruo as he looked to the gentle hummingbird. "I don't think that I need to do much else after that. You're quite the little terror." Teruo chuckled as he stepped through the still open void. Teroa followed after him, muttering something he couldn't make out.
"Until next time, dear dead ones." said Teruo, his voice fading in the dark as the void closed behind them.
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Post by Makino Tori on Feb 16, 2017 21:33:15 GMT -6
When Sada looked her way Makino's arms wrapped around her and she looked away from him closing her eyes tightly. When she no longer felt their reiatsu she slowly looked across the room seeing her mother on the floor bleeding, Byakuya beside her. She quickly lifted off the floor only to fall to it once more as her leg gave out under her. She cried out grabbing her leg as she tried to stand once more and could not.
Quickly she scooted over to them. "Mother. Father." Makino's eyes searched her mother and Byakuya over, her head jolting upward. "We need a Healer! Get a Healer!" She looked around the room her eyes falling on Kouen as he came over to them.
"Do what you can Makino stop the bleeding and I will go get help."
Makino took a deep breath and calmed herself as Kouen took off from their side. She looked back to both Byakuya and her mother. She let a hand hover over each of them as she let her healing power flow through her into them. "Stop the bleeding. Just stop the bleeding." Makino told herself over and over again.
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Post by Captain Byakuya Kuchiki on Feb 17, 2017 13:25:45 GMT -6
Byakuya slowly returned to consciousness after losing it from the fall at that low voice by his head. Through his bleary vision, he could see his daughter's eyes were tightly shut and her hands glowing. She was focusing on one thing. One thing only. Their survival. She wasn't going to let grief and fear take hold. After everything she had been through. He sighed and ended up coughing.
“Father?” she whispered. “Father!”
Byakuya raised a shaky hand to her and she caught it. He met her overbright eyes for a few moments.
It reminded him of another day... long ago.
“Enough,” he ordered, tone gentle in spite of the situation. “Focus on your mother. She … is more badly off….. the blade went clean…. through.” He hissed and closed his eyes. “Focus ... on her. You do not have the training for both of us. And Kyokka is not nearly… as painful as Shinso was… last time I was stabbed here…”
He looked away and closed his eyes again, trying to mask his own fear and guilt at the situation she was in.
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Post by Sojiro Ichimaru on Feb 17, 2017 13:42:44 GMT -6
The words of the captain snapped Sojiro out of his own frigid shock of what had happened. Three of Makino’s family members had been attacked and wounded badly. And his father… had reappeared from worst scenarios than this one. Clenching his fists, he looked around the area.
The other noble was tending to Kin Masanobu in spite of his bleeding arm, and Take-jii had told him of the moment which Captain Kuchiki had spoken of. In one of their discussions about Aizen. Long ago.
Focus, he scolded himself.
Lady Saya was in the worst shape. Shaking himself again, he knelt by his girlfriend and took her bloody hand.
“Don’t push yourself too much,” he cautioned. “Help is coming, and I can slow the bleeding’s progress.” He looked to the pale, still form before him. For a moment, he recalled his mother when she was draining her life. His eyes narrowed and he pushed back the wave of coldness that was threatening to take him.
He could worry about that later.
He could help now.
Sojiro took a deep breath and reached for the particles of time, stopping the flow of blood. He nearly buckled at the weight that formed in his head. But like the last time, Daichi bit his ear, steadying him.
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