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Post by alan smith on Aug 16, 2013 21:08:16 GMT -5
While late night grocery shopping was not something Alan liked to make a habit of, he found it easy to forget simple foodstuffs while serving the few patrons he usually had. Luckily, the local convenience store was open, but he did not suspect that whoever was working there would be best pleased with him walking in on them at this hour. Really, all he wanted was a few cartons of milk, and a few bags of peanuts, if peanuts were stocked there. Maybe he’d grab some ice cream while he was there. He chuckled lightly to himself, at how such a simple treat was so delicious.
This chuckling was cut short, however, and Alan’s had instinctively went to his hip. He had been in his gigai for so long that he had stopped trying to count, but he could still sense spiritual presences around him. Nigami was drawn out ever so slightly, a sliver of polished steel showing, the blade only being lifted slightly out of the scabbard. While it had been quite a while since he had gone into a self-imposed exile, Alan was still wary of what would be done to him if he was ever recognised. He couldn’t take the risk – he was living too happily, and he wouldn’t give up his quiet life without a fight.
Then again, maybe it was just a stray Hollow, one he could just swipe his sword across the face of, and be done with. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t dispatched a fair few in his time – it was simply a matter of if they would make a move or not. Whoever they were. Alan, despite his not-so-subtle way of bracing for potential impact, attempted to maintain his cool. He didn’t want his could-be foe thinking they were already winning – maybe he’d let them underestimate him if it escalated into an actual fight, but he figured he’d try and make himself look like he’d take too much effort to fight first.
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Post by Ulla Vivi on Aug 26, 2013 2:09:09 GMT -5
Ulla was walking around in the human world, buying as much glitter from every store as she possibly could. She had an entire purse full at the moment, and felt the need to spill some of it on an unknowing bystander. Everything looked prettier when it sparkled, anyway. They wouldn't be angry at her. No one can be angry when covered in glitter, that was just how the world worked in her mind. It was dark outside, so it didn't seem like there would be much people around. Ulla stood in the middle of a parking lot for a convenience store, unsure if this place sold glitter. It looked like it wasn't a fabulous enough place to have such luxury, so Ulla decided this would be the place to scout for bystanders to be doused in glitter.
Ulla placed her hands on her hips and scanned the area. Her eyes caught site of one man in a bartender suit who looked suspicious. Ulla tried to see if he had a spiritual presence, and she sensed one. Maybe his suspicious act was because he was out to do no good. He could be at this convenience store to kill an old lady or a baby, or something worse than that. She wasn't so sure of how she'd be able to handle a bad guy, so her mind went straight to the one thing it knew best. Glitter. Ulla placed a hand in her purse and uncapped one of her glitter containers and pulled it out. Then, she walked towards the suspicious man.
"I think it's time to get fabulous, evil prick." She threw the contents of the glitter jar at the suspicious man in the bartender get-up, unaware of her premature assumption of his wrong doings. He could have been a nice guy out to buy a dinner for a homeless family, but she put him in glitter's way. What if he had allergies? She could have just killed a man. "I am so sorry! I didn't... mean to.. Glitter" Ulla looked down while apologizing to the man, hoping she'd be able to charm him into forgiving her.
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Post by alan smith on Aug 26, 2013 18:13:09 GMT -5
Before he could get a word in edgeways, Alan was covered in glitter, and now sparkled like a badly-made girl’s toy you would expect to find in the bargain bin. Bin being the operative term. Nevertheless, he maintained a level head, after spitting out some bits of glitter than had gone inside his mouth. He had, after all, served far weirder customers in his time – a glitter-toting little girl (in comparison to him) was far from weird, to him. A little eccentric, maybe. But weird? That was a word he reserved for the truly mentally damaged, and quite possibly a few celebrities.
Dusting the glitter from him, Alan replied, in his usual manner. Calm, collected, with no breaking of pace.
“It’s fine, young lady. I’ve dealt with far worse than this. Though, I must ask, why did you believe me to be evil? And exactly what purpose does the glitter serve?”
Alan looked to his “assailant,” eyes revealing about as much expression in them as a fly would restraint in a room brimming with rotting flesh. She didn’t seem to pose much of a threat, and f her mannerisms were anything to go by she didn’t seem like much of a fighter. However, with he himself being a proficient bladesman with an aversion to fighting. He knew not to judge her by her rather odd actions.
"Bah... I've got glitter in places I didn't even know I had..."
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Post by november frost on Aug 26, 2013 19:19:21 GMT -5
Sometimes night was so boring. Not as many people out, too many hollows running around, but the occasional Shinigami made it all worth while. November called it hunting, but he never killed his "Prey". He fought them, let them go, rinse, repeat. Each battle was unique as everyone had different techniques. Because of this he had to adjust his strategy each time. This made it more fun, and allowed battles to increase in their entertainment value.
So far, he's found nothing. Usually the town is crawling with Shinigami on hollow extermination duty. He sensed several powers nearby, one around his strength, one below his. It was hard to sense them for some reason but he couldn't understand. Maybe November was getting rusty in his sensing ability.
Eventually he came upon the people he sensed. One was really cute, and the other was covered in.... glitter? As much as November loved color, he hated glitter. It stuck to you and got in places he never thought possible. He almost felt sorry for the man. " You have glitter all over you..." November said plainly, approaching the pair. "It's a good night, isn't it?", he asked lightly, with his fingers toying with the chain that his zanpakuto hung from his belt. He was told often it looked similar to Tia Harribel's zanpakuto, the previous 3rd espada. Of course hers wasn't black and had a jagged edge on both sides for ripping and tearing, though he enjoyed the complement.
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Post by Ulla Vivi on Aug 26, 2013 23:27:39 GMT -5
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Glammed up,
FABULOUS Words: 361
Tags: Ulla, Alan, November
Stats: HAN: 9 REI: 10 HAK: 6 SEI: 10 BUK: 7 HOH: 8 Ulla bowed down to show how sorry she was. That's how they apologized in Japan, right? Yeah. Of course she was right. "At least it's glitter and not something else" She said in a soft tone, hoping to get the point across that she was sorry. She stood straight after her being in a bowing position became too awkward to handle. She didn't want to make things stranger by falling down, however her head wanted otherwise. Ulla became dizzy and fell backwards, sending her crown off her head from the impact. She crawled to it as quickly as she could, doing her best to not look like a total screw up. Ulla placed the crown back on her head and stood up, brushing off her skirt as if nothing happened. That's when Ulla remembered her cupcake purse with glass jars in it. If any of those jars had been damaged from the fall, then her world would begin to crumble.
She hurried over to her purse and picked it up from the ground. Ulla put on a fierce look and posed like a model, showing the world that even small tumbles won't bring her down. That's when another man approached them. This one had an evil look to him, which put Ulla on edge. She was being surrounded by people and wasn't sure if they were evil or not. This guy seemed friendly at the least, but that didn't stop her from clutching her purse close to her chest just in case something went wrong. No one was going to steal her jars. Nobody.
Ulla didn't want to seem rude, even though she unintentionally scowled at him. Every person, no matter what kind of vibes you got from them, was a potential friend. "Would you like to look glitter fabulous as well? I have more than enough jars in here to cover you" She smiled at him to enhance her friendly gesture, hoping her message was spread well. No matter what she thought of this guy, he wasn't doing any evil just yet. She didn't want another premature glitter explosion all over someone else. Especially when it wasn't needed.
Looking Hot,
DANGEROUS
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Post by alan smith on Aug 27, 2013 18:09:01 GMT -5
While he was used to weird goings-on around him, Alan noted that the glitter was new. Either that, or it had happened before and the years were finally taking their toll. Either way, the newness of the situation notwithstanding, Alan smiled politely. As he lways seemed to. However, his expression quickly turned sour upon him sensing an Arrancar – and, judging by the spiritual pressure he was getting off of the guy, he wasn’t someone to be trifled with. However, he had dealt with Arrancar in the bar before, and he was usually able to talk them down. Mostly because they were usually a little tipsy, but it was worth a shot anyway.
Alan allowed his hands to drop by his sides – showing that he wasn’t in any mood to fight. However, that was not to say he wouldn’t be ready if he was attacked – he could still draw his cutlass at a moment’s notice. However, he was a talker, not a fighter. As much as he could help it, he would attempt to talk down an opponent, and convince them that they shouldn’t fight him. He hadn’t seen the Arrancar in his place of business, so he assumed that he couldn’t convince him on the grounds of him being a regular. Which was irritating, but a fact nonetheless.
“It’s a little brisk, but that’s good every once in a while, no?”
Alan maintained a calm smile throughout, but anyone with an ounce of sense would know he wouldn’t just let his guard down like that.
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