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The Game Played Right
Topic Started: Aug 11 2010, 02:47 AM (455 Views)
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Word had it from this new Commodore that a particular group of rejects had beginning to cause quite a stir down here on Karakura's turf, and they were beginning to butt into Shinigami territory. What were they called again? Ryuuza was it? No matter. Whoever they were, this task was nothing less of redundant. Though a task was task none the less, and Aibiki was just the one to get it done. His task? Gather some rather valuable information of their numbers and strength, and to ready himself and his entire squad for the ultimatum scenario that would inevitably occur as it had with all other rogue organizations that stood against Soul Society: Complete Extermination.

Burdened to wear a gigai and traverse amongst the living realm on his own, Aibiki sighed as he tugged frustratingly at the black tie around his neck, loosening it up only slightly to buy him enough comfort without sacrificing his professional appeal. Despite the crisp business attire, Aibiki never missed the opportunity to sport his newly acquired MP3 player, courtesy of the 12th division of course, and his own custom designed headphones, the left headphone trademarked with the three Sanzu Lines of the Soyokaze. His golden hues scanned through the titles within a playlist before deciding on a single track to play before returning his eyes forward as he carefully weaved through the streets of Yumisawa.

Truly, he had no clue what to look for, but an apparent radiation of spiritual energy would be just enough for only those most attentive to notice him. Hopefully it would be bait enough for those Ryuuza fellows to show themselves. However, until then, Aibiki would simply have to play the waiting game and kill time in any means possible in this Living Realm district. A low groan from the boy's lips would tell anyone that he'd much rather be back within Soul Society actually getting something done rather than wasting his time here bullshitting amongst the humans. Though he saw this task to be of a Seated Officer's Job, MAYBE a Lieutenant's, Aibiki had also come to realize that times within the Living Realm were much different than what they had once been and had even become dangerous for lower ranking shinigami to wander the streets alone.

Unfortunately, that is why they sent a Captain instead. Letting out a heavy sigh, Aibiki's eyes trailed across the window display of a record store advertising the newest releases of the past month. Stopping just in front of the shop, Aibiki's eyes scanned the names of artists and albums in interest. It wasn't often that he could come across interesting music within the Soul Society as it took months for anything new to come from the Living Realm and into Seireitei, and even longer for someone as busy as a Shinigami Captain to get their hands on. Aibiki could lose himself for hours meandering through all the possible choices. "Hmmmnnn...."
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His entourage was elsewhere and so Shinji had the run of the town. It was a nice feeling to be able to lean to the left, then to the right without bumping into his escort, Rouskei. His freedom was amplified by the fact that not only did he not have his sibling second skin but he was also lacking the female gigai that was normally forced upon his person. As a man Shinji now perused the aisles of the music store, that keen eye whimsically on the lookout for some obscure American band to add to his collection. Well as an Arrancar he scanned the shelves with every intent of shoplifting should he find that elusive album.

Ooh was that? It was. With a smug grin (and a dubious look over his should to make sure no one would see him punch the album, the King of all Arrancar stole a disc that cost the equivalent of thirteen dollars and ninety-nine cents. Into his pocket and away from the eyes of the clueless mortals it went, pinched just as some woman with the most flamboyant green hair rounded the corner towards the hollow. Mission Accomplished.

Now with his new toy, the Rey was ready to get going. Shoplifting was only thrilling when the odds of getting caught were higher. This was too easy and it left a hollow (haha get it?) feeling in the Arrancar's stomach that no one was around to stop him. Not even those meddling kids the Ryuuza. It was at times like this that he missed the starched and uppity presence of a Gotei member, he mused as he slipped through the shop window in front of a window shopping boy, they would have surely reacted to his minor theft with the most unwarranted umbrage and finger wagging.

"If only," with a whimsical sigh the Arrancar started up the street away from the now slightly lighter store with a much heavier pocket. Perhaps Ryuuza would learn of this act of terrorism on their soil and come after him?
Edited by Shinji, Aug 11 2010, 03:45 AM.
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It hadn't taken long for Aibiki's eyes to scan across a certain item to catch his interest, his lips reading silently along as his eyes read the title. "New...Self-Titled album by Ema-..." His words fell just short of completing his sentence as the boy's golden hues caught sight of a wisping white cloak just inside of the record store, and suddenly a look of disbelief washed over Aibiki's complexion. Though he could only see the figure's backside, dark skin and the clearly seen hole through the man's chest was more than enough proof for Aibiki to realize just who he had come across. It was simply unbelievable. Aibiki was helpless to simply watch as the Arrancar before his eyes swiped an album and turned to exit the store.

Through the fucking window!

Obviously Aibiki had hidden his presence quite well as even the King Rey of all Arrancar passed idly through the shop's window before his eyes as if Aibiki had been just another normal human without a tad bit of power what so ever. Perhaps gigai did have their uses after all. Suddenly, a icy cool expression replaced the dumbfounded surprise of a look that had once been upon Aibiki's face as he took a step to the side, leaving room for Shinji to land without coming into contact with Aibiki's body only to find their spiritual bodies colliding, automatically giving up Aibiki's guise and leading to quite an awkward situation. Though, the fact that Aibiki moved in just the right moment that Shinji exited the building should provide quite the entertaining revelation to occur within the Rey's mind.

Fixating a glare upon the Arrancar as his feet touched down upon the pavement, Aibiki readied for the slightest moment to eject from his gigai in case the Arrancar happened to be the hot-headed type. Though, by the looks of the Arrancar so far, Aibiki safely judged otherwise. Gritting his teeth behind his cold stare, Aibiki's voice spoke out, cold as ice towards the Arrancar that stood to his right. "How low of you...to steal a work of art in such plain sight." Aibiki truly couldn't stand anyone who would enjoy the work of artists without contributing to their work by simply donating money in order to listen to their music, though his attack upon the Arrancar was simply to grab his attention and to beat around the proverbial bush before revealing his identity as a Shinigami.

And a Captain no less.
Edited by Aibiki, Aug 11 2010, 04:51 AM.
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The first giveaway that Shinji was dealing with someone who realized they were being dealt with was the sidestep, a pivot which had such superb timing that it could not have been by chance. As the Arrancar slipped past the boy his interest was spiked, though he wasn't curious enough as to the identity of the other to discern his origin through Pesquisa. Content to have the mysterious other (who surely seemed insane to the staring humans that had congregated around them) reveal himself in time Shinji came to a rest and turned to face the timely dodger.

"Plain sight? Er..." With a casual glance at the humans who focused solely on the boy Shinji's face split into a devious grin as he shrugged, the implications of the crowd's ongoing ignorance evidence enough that "plain sight" was a rather dubious term to use. He was unapologetic for the circumstances they were meeting under and the cd was gone, never to return to the place of its discovery; it was Shinji's. Did this man know who he was? Perhaps it was one of his old mates, back to get revenge for what the new Rey had done to the old Reyna and this would culminate in a bloodbath on the streets of Karakura Town? That would be very bad for the disc in his pocket, when Shinji fought he tended to get scuffed up a bit.

Or maybe he was Ryuuza? This thought sent a rush of adrenaline through his veins, the idea of him being a Shinigami could not have inspired a greater thrill. However the meeting would lack the usual flare for the dramatic; Shinji had left his artificial mustache at home. "Are you going to make me return it?" The grin spread to his eyes as they crinkled at the thought. It had better be Rouskei in that guise if Shinji was expected to relent his prize.





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As Aibiki's glance followed that of Shinji's, he too caught sight of the numerous humans that gathered all around amongst the sidewalk as they went about their mundane lives, otherwise interrupted by the mindless ramblings of a boy talking to what their eyes perceived as thin air. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Aibiki slipped his hand into his pants pocket to pull out a small black orb with three white lines circling within it. "Enough of these games then...?" Aibiki mused aloud just as he popped the small candy-like object into his mouth, harshly swallowing the object. In the next instant, Soul separated from body, and Aibiki's white Haori flowed around the boy's body now.

Glancing over his shoulder at his still standing gigai, Aibiki gave a nod of his head towards his seemingly lifeless body. However, instead of being met with a blank stare or perhaps a dull fall to the ground, Aibiki's gigai instead returned the same gesture before slipping away within the gathering crowd to find refuge somewhere in an alley or a dark hole perhaps. Good ol' Mod Souls. Now that was settled, Aibiki's attention returned once again to the Rey before him, his cold expression still clear upon his face as he stared the gravest of all enemies of the Soul Society in the eyes.

"Well...they might not be able to see what you've done, but I surely can." Crossing his arms over his chest, Aibiki adjusted his haori to fall in just a way that it revealed the black and white hilt of his zanpakutou strapped at the boy's hip, and let the Third Division Insignia upon his right shoulder clearly seen. Now, each man knew who exactly the other was dealing with, and now the playing field had been evened. Was this to turn out to be a blitzkrieg right here in the streets or would the King Rey of the Arrancar have just enough tact to move this issue somewhere else? "Soyokaze Aibiki....in case you were wandering..." Hell, who needed a full introduction of rank and so on and so forth? Surely this man wasn't as dense as many of his underlings were. Right?
Edited by Aibiki, Aug 11 2010, 09:06 PM.
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Yes, it had been enough of "these games". With a look of childish amusement etched on his boyish face the Arrancar observed the machinations that he knew all too well. Finally he would have a name to put with the face of his lecturer. rstealing music was horrible and all, but so was pious pandering from behind a facade. No, Shinji wasn't surprised when a Shinigami burst from that shell and stood before him in all his pure glory. If this mode of arrival hadn't been one of his favorites back in his old days the King might have clapped or whistled, but no the entrance was much older than the springtime years this boy seemed to be still in the throes of. Ooh and he was a Captain to boot, that was quite impressive. His career probably dwarfed his adversaries own stunted half a day as a Taichou, but since then the leader of the Hollow Armada had set his sights on a different conquest. But wait...

"I didn't know they let children wear these now." There was no need to introduce himself, there was only one beast within Hueco Mundo with skin, hair, and eyes this dark; and to differentiate from Rouskei damned sexy as well. The cruel smirk that spread over his face as he gave the child Captain the once-over was not the most tactical of expressions, but he couldn't help it. Suddenly it seemed a tad ridiculous what they had done springing those prisoners from their cells to aid in their struggle against the Shinigami. Suddenly the Gotei could not be taken as seriously. There was no way this child's abilities were matured enough to think he could make the Rey hand over the disc.

"I wasn't really wondering, no. What'cha gonna do if I decide to keep this disc and run on home?" Though this threat was given with the breeziest (and utterly annoying) of laughs, the next part was completely serious:

"Through you?"

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Aibiki's eyes closed as a soft laugh escaped his lips at the Rey's overly cliche comment upon Aibiki's age as a captain. These guys really needed some new material. Politely covering his mouth his hand as he laughed, Aibiki gave a shake of his head before letting out a sigh to relieve his amusement. "Yes yes....The Gotei must be getting so desperate if they let a kid like me wear this uniform, right? Seems that one never gets old...." Opening his eyes once more, a callous grin crossed Aibiki's lips as well to counter Shinji's arrogant leer, his right hand coming to rest just upon the closed hilts of his Zanpakutou as his left hand reached to massage the tension from his neck that had began to build.

"Well...I suppose for starters....I'd put a bullet in each of your kneecaps, that way, you won't be running to far. Then, well...I think I'll have to just wing it after that point." Threats made in a casual and professional tone always had a certain appeal to Aibiki as opposed to snarling them in rage and discontent. Something about it just felt more, well, badass. Dropping his left arm to his side, Aibiki let out a soft sigh as his head leaned lazily to the side. This was beginning to grow tiresome upon the young Captain's nerves. They both knew how this would end: A colossal shit-storm in the heart of Karakura, unprecedented amounts of property damage, and little to show for it than a few scratches and a ruined pair of pants. Though that little mental voice was beginning to tell Aibiki that something was up, there was something he was missing, this couldn't just be mere coincidence.

"By all means...try. After all...I'm just a kid."
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Oooh he was going to do all that was he? Sensing that perhaps this wasn't the Shinigami to serenade with his impeccable humor, Shinji decided to back off his previous "threat". With a loud bark of laughter and both hands raised as if in surrender, Shinji defused whatever tension was on his side of the proceedings. Leave it to the Gotei to make a potentially amusing situation and beat it over the head with one of their more... professional employees. It wouldn't do to wipe the streets with this undersized pain; hadn't the Arrancar already got the humans riled up enough for the month?

"Listen... do you like ice cream? If you let me slide this once I'll buy you a scoop and you can skip off to whatever paper route I've distracted you from," oh that mouth of his. While the soul reaper might have a short fuse where it contained perceptions of his height, Shinji's comedic timing wouldn't be dwarfed by someone else. Their own shortcomings in humor could not limit the uncontrollable mouth of the Rey. Smallminded people beware.

Knowing full well that the continued prodding of this soul might lead the pint-sized menace to attacking him like a spider monkey Shinji removed his hands from his pockets should he be needing them in the future.
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A roll of Aibiki's eyes quickly dismissed Shinji's attempt at snaking past Aibiki's demeanor with his simple laughs and gestures. Certainly the King Rey was mistaking Aibiki for one of his less competent colleague Captains within the Gotei. Perhaps, he has had a run in or two with Raizen? Shaking his head at the matter, Aibiki firmly gripped the hilt of his Zanpakutou, fighting off all temptation to end this all with a flurry of kidou that would come to level this entire district just in order to cease the Arrancar's incessant and less-than-witty banter. "Why don't you just save it, eh?"

Glaring into Shinji's eyes once more, Aibiki stood determined to let this confrontation pass without so much of a hint of collateral damage done to Karakura. Now, more than ever, was no time to enslave one's self to anger. Though it seemed his rage wouldn't simply sit in the back of the bus, and let rational take the wheel and drive. His black heart be damned.

Gritting his teeth nearly to a cotton white dust, Aibiki shook off his urge to slit the Rey's throat here and now, and rather seize the opportunity for his own advantage, perhaps the Arrancar could provide some much needed answers. "Tell me...seeing you here is no mere coincidence, that much I can feel, so what is it that I'm missing from this picture?" If diplomacy is what the Rey wanted, then Aibiki wouldn't deny him an opportunity at it, but one final slip of the Rey's tongue, and Aibiki would be sure to cut it out once and for all.
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"Youuuuu got me." With a wink an a thumbs up Shinji gave up the game of charades. There was a deep dark reason for Shinji being in Karakura Town and it didn't concern cds. In the back of the storeroom of this fine establishment were five empty bodies, their souls sucked clean from their weak, fragile bodies; the effects of Konzui. Yes, the very shop Shinji had come from, the consequences of a hungry hollow were felt, its desire to feed sated momentarily by these helpless mortals. Where the Captain couldn't see, the behind the scenes, one of Shinji's bulkier foot soldiers was tidying the place up; or body disposal if you would. Say what you will about the Rey, he wasn't the type of hollow to leave a mess in his wake.

"I yoinked two cds." Oh what a smug, magnificent bastard he was. Now the two compact discs slid out of his pocket, glistening in the afternoon sun between the dark fingers of their confiscator. Almost reverently he waved them in the face of the Captain. If one stolen album got him so heated, what would two do?

Hopefully keep him from storming the store was Shinji's hope.
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