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Post by Takeshima Kunou on May 2, 2013 22:30:27 GMT -5
Takeshima Kunou - Age 20__________________________________________________________
Takeshima lifted his head and listened to the girl’s order. He could hear it was slightly shaky, and so with a strong voice he spoke, and gave a small smile to hopefully make her feel better. “Miso, if you would. I think that still comes with the potatoes, carrots, and leeks.” He said, being given a quick nod.
He kept leaning back, and blew out a little more smoke and he heard her beginning to speak, sort of. Her mouth was just open, and she seemed to have no words. He waited for a second more and then she had actually let words come out. She talked to him and explained how she didn’t really understand it, which was in a way, understandable. He had been brought up with resources, a diary, explanations. Most people had nothing. Most had questions, yet he was just there, with answers. Lucky him.
Her hand raised and Takeshima’s eyes focused. “Alright,” He told her, nodding his head. He began thinking of what would make it so special. “Lost love..” He whispered, thinking a bit more about what she had showed him, “Brother.. Victim.” He closed his eyes and took a drag, wondering. The word boy disconnected it from family, probably was brother, probably wasn’t a father. No, he was probably closer with the lost love, and victim may not have been very far off. He was about to speak aloud to her but paused as the waitress returned with their things and set them there. He looked to her, noticing her squirming before he looked down into his mug, from his leaning position and looked to the side, breathing out. There was a flower, drawn with the foam, pretty, with a small ringed outline. “Nice, I really like it.” He said with a smile, which made the waitress smile before she told them to call if they needed anything, and she headed away.
“You’re pretty adorable.” He said with another smile. This one faded quickly though, and Takeshima pursed his lips slightly. He forgot that his mood balancers made him smile a lot, and his cheeks were beginning to hurt from being used opposite of usual. “You’re not very good with being looked at are you?” He asked her as his chair dropped. He reached forward, towards the ashtray and put out his cigarette, and he moved over and grabbed his cup, taking a small sip. “Well, I’m not really good at dealing with people. You should just relax.” He told her. “Don’t let them bother you,” He paused and looked up to meet her eyes. “Just breathe, relax, let your body act naturally. Don’t let your mind wonder too much what they think. Because, who cares what they think. You’re amazing, and you’re special, and you are not weird.” There was a slight pause as the cup lifted up to his mouth, “You’re eccentric, queer, different, whimsical even.” He took a sip and lowered the cup, “Now us, we’re dull, drab, common.. All we have is this unremarkableness, and you’re better than that.” Takeshima paused and looked down. “I think I got off topic. What I mean to say is, relax, be happy you’re an odd one, because you could be so dull, like me. Do what makes you happy, even if it makes you feel odd, because at least you’ll be happy.” Takeshima took another sip of his coffee and he looked to the side. “Oh, right.”
“Shinigami..” He said with a pause, his tone changing slightly. “Right, back to information time. I will start out with honesty. I hate Shinigami, and what they stand for. Now that we have that out of the way, speak to one yourself to understand them, make your own opinion. Shinigami, soul reapers, are spirits from another plane, that come into our world to purify hollows and to help wayward spirits cross over. They strike with their swords, Zanpakutos, to kill hollow and send them above. What they don’t understand is that these hollows are monsters, and they do not deserve such mercies. They kill and they kill and they kill and they deserve to die just like that. They are heartless, and a threat, and should we dealt with just like that.” He told her, he hadn’t realized that his hand had been squeezing his cup tighter and tighter, and he had just begun to feel a slight pain in his fingers. He let go and looked at it, noticing his skin was red with a indent from the pressure put on it. “Sorry, I’ve had bad run ins with Shinigami.” [/font][/color] OOC: Status: little irritated Action: -- Fatigue Level: 2% Injuries: -- Stats: Han: 7 Rei: 14 Hak: 7 Sei: 16 Buk: 16 Hoh: 16 Wordcount: 766
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Post by Kalilash Koralo on May 6, 2013 1:12:07 GMT -5
[newclass=.tword]background-color: #D3D3D3; width: 120px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #7A0321; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; margin-left: 300px; margin-top: 10px;[/newclass][newclass=.ttag]background-color: #D3D3D3; width: 180px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #7A0321; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; margin-left: 240px; margin-top: 7px;[/newclass][newclass=.tcomment]background-color: #D3D3D3; width: 240px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #7A0321; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; margin-left: 180px; margin-top: 7px; margin-bottom: 7px;[/newclass] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,border-left: #BA1F46 dashed 1px;] JUST ONE MEMORY- - - WAS BAD ALREADY ♥ Kasia listened to the thing he named off. None seemed to exactly fit what meaning her ring held, except of course the very first thing he said. She made a face at the words Lost Love, pursing her lips in almost a scowling way. She didn't even love him that much yet he has this huge impact on her life which was welcomed if it wasn't because of him. She tapped her fingers on the table, eyeing her ring as she did as she sighed out with a nod. "It was some dumb old crush from middle school" She grumbled, not saying anything else besides that. "Thats really all it takes for these kinds of things?" she didn't know why she was asking him. He didn't seem to have answers about what she was but for whatever reason she was.
She was distracted however when she was sudden;y called adorable. She was about to drink down a spoonful of her soup when she was caught off guard, dropping the spoon with a clang and blink with a rather wide stare at Takeshima. Then she smiled, giggling sweetly. Takeshima was an odd one, smiling one minute then looking rather blank the next. Going from a serious topic to just telling her to be confident the next even when he realized he was way off topic and rambling. It was kind of cute. She gave him a nod of understanding, picking up her spoon to once again attempt to eat the soup sitting before her.
She ate quietly, waiting for Takeshima to finally realize how off topic he had gotten before she stopped and looked up to him again. "Thanks" she said sweetly, not finding a need to say anything more than that and embarrass him for how far from the conversation he had drifted. It really did help her relax some. She wasn't squirming around anymore, just calmly sitting there with curious eyes about what he would tell her next. And it was certainly something she wasn't prepared for.
Her brows knit together just as soon as he started. He hated them? Sure Shima didn't seem like the friendliest and most loving of guys out there but she didn't imagine he would have hated anyone. She was of course proven wrong. Honestly at first she didn't understand what was so bad about them. They were escorting souls to the next life and killing hollows the way both her and Shima did. She tilted her head with confusion, noting how tightly he was gripping his cup, surprised it didn't shatter in his grip yet. He was really getting mad by just the mention of the shinigami and what they did for hollows. But they were people before right? It was just helping people, right?
Kasia, reached across the table carefully, placing her hand over Takeshima's own that had previously been nearly crushing that cup. "Don't be sorry. I understand" she tried, giving him a more seriousm understanding look and smile. She wasn't going to ask what exactly made him hate them so much or what the shinigami had done to him. If they did something then they deserved his burning hatred and rage. She sat back up straight, retreating her hand and taking a few sips from her hot chococlate. "Thank you for telling me all of this. I'm sure its a pain. I think its been a good lesson for today though" Really she just didn't want to see him get upset again. That was hardly the way to thank someone for taking her out for a quick bite and such information.
WORDS 601 COMMENTS ---- STATS HAN: 10 REI: 16 HAK: 9 SEI: 16 BUK: 9 HOH: 11 |
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on May 7, 2013 18:38:41 GMT -5
Takeshima Kunou - Age 20__________________________________________________________
Takeshima let out a gentle sigh, looking down and his hands still, then when he saw and felt her hand against his his eyes shot up and he looked at her. He had gotten pretty carried away, that wasn’t good. He looked away from her and shook his head after she spoke. “You don’t understand.” He told her before she thanked him for the information he had given her. Shima didn’t really think he gave her much, he couldn’t even tell her much about who and what she was. He exhaled and finally looked to her. “I sincerely apologize. That was wrong and rude of me. I should keep better control over myself, and my temper, and you didn’t deserve any of the hostility that I was giving off, and so I am deeply sorry.” Shima nodded slightly and began again. “The Shinigami and their views on hollows is one thing. I may be wrong, and they may be wrong, we have different views but that isn’t why I hate them.” He tried to explain.
“Wish I had another cigarette..” He whispered to himself, although he was choosing not to smoke again for her sake. Some people found smokers so unattractive. “The shinigami had a war with my people, and now, I am one of the few remaining Quincy in existence. The Shinigami would prefer if I didn’t exist still, and with you, they wouldn’t mind finding you, and experimenting on you, since you’re a very special being. Human’s with spiritual powers are rather rare, you know.” Shima’s hands began tapping the table. “They wouldn’t mind cutting you open while you still breathed to find what makes you tick. They’re sick people honestly.” He explained to her. “I believe it would be best for you to steer clear, or keep your powers hidden if they are near. Show them naivete and ignorance.” Shima reached down and grabbed his cup and drank down the rest while his eyes peeked to the side, and looked out the window. It was still rather light outside, and he wondered how long they had been there. Though it couldn’t have been for more than an hour or so.
“If you don’t have anymore questions, then I suppose we could just have a nice time as normal people then.” He told her, trying to give as sweet and gentle a smile he could, which for the most part it was. “I am enjoying your company as well, so I wouldn’t mind just talking about me and you, I’m not too complicated a man, and I’m hopefully not intimidating at all, or I can let you eat a bit in peace and just relax here.” He told her.
[/font][/color] OOC: Status: -- Action: -- Fatigue Level: 5% Injuries: -- Stats: Han: 7 Rei: 14 Hak: 7 Sei: 16 Buk: 16 Hoh: 16 Wordcount: 451
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Post by Kalilash Koralo on May 21, 2013 19:00:29 GMT -5
[newclass=.tword]background-color: #D3D3D3; width: 120px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #7A0321; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; margin-left: 300px; margin-top: 10px;[/newclass][newclass=.ttag]background-color: #D3D3D3; width: 180px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #7A0321; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; margin-left: 240px; margin-top: 7px;[/newclass][newclass=.tcomment]background-color: #D3D3D3; width: 240px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #7A0321; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; margin-left: 180px; margin-top: 7px; margin-bottom: 7px;[/newclass] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,border-left: #BA1F46 dashed 1px;] JUST ONE MEMORY- - - WAS BAD ALREADY ♥ She only smiled when Takeshima apologized to her. Maybe she really didn't understand. She was clueless about a lot of things in this area. She couldn't say a whole lot about understanding anything. She just waved her hand, going back to her soup for a moment. Then Takeshima began to explain to her just why he hated the shinigami so much. Again she just let her spoon drop, looking up to him with eyes of full attention and a concerned look. So most of the quincy had been killed off at some point. That made a lot more sense than just differing views. Her hands went to her lap. "I'm sorry to hear that" she stated in a quiet tone after his explanation. She glanced down. She felt a bit bad for all f this being brought up. It probably wasn't something he liked to talk about. His lit fit of anger before made that clear.
Her ears perked up again when he spoke to her, her head lifting. Staying away from the shinigami after what he told her really did sound like it would probably be a good idea. She had never met one directly before and really right about now she was glad she hadn't. They sounded truly terrifying. It seemed hollows weren't the only scary things out there. She really needed to start having a better guard up. Kasia gave him a nod of understanding. "I'll do my best to avoid them then" She really didn't find herself all that fond of the idea of becoming a science experiment for some creepy guy in a lab and being stored in a glass container filled with some weird kind of fluid. Some people were into that. She wasn't.
She then returned his smile. "I think I've had the questions I can think of answered for right now" she assured him, again making an attempt to finish up her soup. "Though it'd be nice to get your number in case I have some more or something like that" She knew where he worked but just showing up out of the blue would probably be a little bit creepy, especially if he wasn't even working. "For now though I think I'd just like to enjoy you'r company. Why don't you tell me about some of the customers you get. I bet there's all kinds of strange people" she giggled, only able to imagine the kinds of people that walked in and out every day. The world really was filled with weird ones.
WORDS 422 COMMENTS You have anything else in mind to happen? If not you can prolly end it. STATS HAN: 10 REI: 16 HAK: 9 SEI: 16 BUK: 9 HOH: 11 |
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on May 22, 2013 19:40:17 GMT -5
Takeshima Kunou - Age 20__________________________________________________________
Takeshima nodded to her and turned his head. “That’d be for the best, I assure you.” He told her. when she said avoiding them would be best. He reached down for his cup and tilted it towards himself, staring at the emptiness inside. It was unfortunate, he still wanted some more coffee. His eyes flicked up to her and then to the side before she said it’d be nice to have his number. He smiled gently and nodded. Making friends did not come naturally to Takeshima. But he felt pretty good. Whether it was his mood balancer, or just if the day he was going through was simply a nice day. His hands let go of the cup, and it wobbled until it was no longer tipped, and in it’s leveled position.
“My number?” He repeated. He was slightly surprised. Not many people sought out his company on a slightly more than regular basis. He nodded his head and grabbed his pack of cigarettes. He reached to the back and pulled out a rectangular piece of the aluminum wrapper. The inside was like paper, and so he reached into his pocket and then produced a pencil. As he jotted it down he heard her question. “It’s just like a little mix between a pawn shop and an antique shop. I see random people. I get a lot of interesting gear though.” He said pausing. “I’ve seen some guys bring in some some armor, blades, and we push them out almost as quick as we get them.” His eyes flicked up to the side. “I try and keep some of the more.. interesting things I see.” He told her as he folded the small sheet of aluminum before sliding it forward across the table. After that he pulled his hand back and heard a gentle buzz coming from his phone. He cursed gently and quietly as he reached down and searched for his phone. He checked it under the table and frowned.
“Kasia. I am truly sorry, but I must bid you farewell. It seems something just came up at the shop, and I must go. I’m sorry I can’t give you my company any longer. I did honestly enjoy speaking to you, and I truly hope that we can do this again sometime. I had a nice time.” He told her as he looked up. “Send me a message, or give me a call whenever you’d like. I’m never too busy for anyone.” He told her as he swiftly got his cigarettes and moved up to pay. After a quick exchange with the cashier and a small, fake laugh from Shima, he was heading out, with a small wave to Kasia as he left with a little bit of a rush.
[/font][/color][/blockquote] OOC: Dragons. So many dragons... Wait. No, I guess I don’t, so we can end here. Status: Normal Action: Fatigue Level: 5% Injuries: Stats: Han: 7 Rei: 14 Hak: 7 Sei: 16 Buk: 16 Hoh: 16 Wordcount: 461
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