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Post by Takeshima Kunou on May 4, 2013 0:26:58 GMT -5
 Takeshima Kunou - Age 20__________________________________________________________
“Ugh, Where are my cigarettes?” Shima questioned to himself as he sat on a downward slope. His hands were shifting through his pockets before he finally managed to grab his pack. He pulled them out slowly and looked at them, and for some reason, for a moment or two, that’s all he did. Shima wasn’t feeling himself today, though he was barely ever feeling like himself. His mood balancers for his depression made him feel things he later didn’t, and he was feeling strung out completely.
He stared at his pack for more than a minute, wondering if he should take one of the pills that he put inside in case he was out. Still, Shima wanted to feel like he had control, like something he felt was real, but he knew it couldn’t be He opened his pack, and stared before he grabbed a cig and pulled it out, closing the pack and pocketing it, grabbing his lighter on the return and igniting his cigarette.
He let the cig go into the corner of his mouth and began to smoke it. He held out his left hand and collected what little bits of reishi he could to create a small bow, short, only three feet long before he pulled an arrow back and fired it out into the water, watching it pierce through the water, not creating any splashes. There was a moment of silence for him before he sighed, and closed his eyes,. His right hand retrieved the cigarette and he ashed it for the breaths he had taken. Shima’s left hand still held the bow, though his right was returning the cigarette to his lips so he could fire off more arrows.
He was hoping something would come. Shima was praying for it. He was stuck. Inside himself, a rut, and he needed something. Anything. A person, a hollow, a spirit, something that could take his attention, otherwise, he was just another arrow entering the water. Shima was stuck. His pills made him feel little twinges of happiness usually, yet lately, even with his pills, he was so tired, and worn. Takeshima felt like he was hitting the edge and just stuck against it. He needed excitement, something interesting, and all he had right now, was a half-burned cigarette, and the monotony of firing arrows into water. It was probably his equivalent to watching grass grow, with the benefit that it kept his skills sharp, and eventually made him tired enough to sleep through most his nightmares. For now though, all he could do was hope someone came by, and maybe asked about his odd hand movements, as though he were firing an invisible bow.
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Post by Naomi Genkaku on May 4, 2013 1:23:11 GMT -5
Ever since the mastery of her Sanrei glove outfits had become more difficult. The only reason being that is glove extended up almost to her elbow. While she would of loved to wear the traditional vest that she was used to wearing she just couldn't. It would completely give her away that she was in fact a Quincy and she just couldn't have that. So, since the mastery of her glove she had choose to wear long sleeved outfits to hide this fact and make the brown glove on her hand fingered instead of fingerless, while her left glove remained fingerless. She wore her traditional outfit, putting on her eye patch and the fake lenses glasses on over that. Not only did it appear that her right eye was completely blind but she also had bad eye sight. It was all a part of the persona she put on for the people around her to make her appear weak.
Leaving the house today she had no where in particular she wanted to go. Just a nice walk on a lovely day would do her some good. Although there was a place in particular she felt like visiting. Karakura river, and perhaps she'd set on the downward slope of the hill and smoke a cigarette. She patted her pockets, making sure she had her pack of cigarettes and lighter. Patting some other hidden pockets on the edge of her shirt for the small explosives that she carried with her along with a small bottle of pepper spray. You never knew what you were going to need ya know? Making her way down to Karakura river, without making a sound she sniffed at the smoke wafting in the air. As she spied a man from afar. Spying him she could see him forming a bow and firing arrows into the water as he idly smoked a cigarette. She got excited, but she quickly subdued the feeling. Currently, she hadn't met another Quincy in this town, although she knew they were out there. Hiding, laying in wait for a leader to lead them.
She would lead them one day, and the Quincy would rise again if she had anything to say about it. Slowly approaching the man she stood at the top of the slope. As she flicked open a zippo lighter, as she pulled out a cigarette from her pack. Lighting it as she placed it upon her lips. Taking a small inhale as she let the smoke leave the side of her mouth. She slowly edged her way down the slope as she sat to the right of the man. Looking at him from her one 'good' eye. Giving him a small grin, while she hated most men. she'd make an exception for a fellow Quincy. "Hey, watcha doin?" She said acting oblivious to the fact he was holding a Quincy bow and firing Quincy arrows. Acting as if she was just any other human and had no idea what was going on before her, since she made it a act to keep her reiastu concealed at all times unless completely necessary. All in act for the persona she was pulling off. She grabbed the cigarette she had between her lips with her right hand, as she pushed her lips together and blew out a few smoke rings, putting the cig back between her lips as she just let it burn, waiting for his response but clearly in no hurry to get it, more so glad she could have a smoking buddy and be in the presence of another Quincy more than anything. |
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on May 4, 2013 12:10:48 GMT -5
Takeshima Kunou - Age 20__________________________________________________________
After not too long, his cigarette still burning, he sniffed the air, sensing another presence. It felt faint, and was probably just a human. The presence drew closer, and closer and Takeshima knew that someone was coming towards him. He did not stop firing though. It was odd though, each arrow he fired seemed a little harder as the person got closer. Then, once the lady was right by him and sat down, his bow dissipated into nothingness. He leaned his head back and to the side with an unamused look to check the person over, then he turned right back to the water, glistening a bit in the light.
What was he doing? “I figured that was obvious.” He told her. “I was training up until some began to block me a little.” He told her, his tone sounding somewhat accusing, yet his words were keeping it vague. Of course he could always say he was a fan of archery and was practicing his technique, but the fact was, he didn’t let his bow dissolve on his own. He didn’t stop it and increase his hold of reishi, but instead, there was a feeling of repulsion, like someone was holding the wrong end of a magnet to his bow, sending it flying off. Takeshima knew of the Sanrei glove, he even held one somewhere in his possessions, somewhere amongst the boxes of his mom’s things. Yet he never suspected another Quincy, let alone another possessor of the artifact. So he didn’t think to much of her, because he couldn’t spot it openly, and he couldn’t make a true assumption because Quincies were few and far between. He reached up and pulled the butt from his lips, and flicked it away, grabbing his pack again and commencing his ritual of chain smoking.
“Just trying to keep my technique perfect. Trying to keep monotony at bay.” He paused for a second. He could feel the reishi around him moving oddly, spreading thinner, and scattering. “Keeping an eye out for monsters y’know.” He kept his practiced technique of removing and replacing the cig from his mouth. “It’s Takeshima, if you’re interested. What about you, and what would you be doing out on this..” There was a pause and he looked around, “On this lovely day?” He held out his left hand and stared at it for a second, and focused a little before a bow formed once again in his hand from collected reishi. Something was spreading it so thin.
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Post by Naomi Genkaku on May 4, 2013 15:54:22 GMT -5
She watched the man lean back and look at her. As he seem unimpressed with her appearance he went back to looking at the water. He answered her question with what seemed to be a sarcastic response, and her smile slowly faded until her face was rather passive. As he continued to speak, saying he was training until someone began to block him a little. A small frown slowly moved to her lips, as she tucked her knees to her chest and wrapped her left arm around them, as the right hand took a hold of the cig, letting out a long stream of smoke, as she placed it back between her lips. Keeping quiet as he lit up another cig and started to speak again. About perfecting his technique, keeping the boredom at bay. Talking about killing monsters her eyes slightly grew wide. Once again playing her part of the innocent human, as if she had no idea what he was talking about. Letting the smoke slip out the side of her mouth she had her head slightly turned towards him to see him speak. As he mentioned his name, as he held out his left hand.
Watching him form a bow, as it seemed he was struggling to draw it. Knowing that maybe her Sanrei glove had a hand in this, but she'd keep playing the innocent girl. "My name is... Naomi." She only mentioned her first name, such as he did. She wouldn't dare reveal her last name unless he may of heard it before. Since her family had been a rather pure Quincy blood line, she didn't want the risk of her last name Genkaku giving her away. "And what do you mean... perfecting your technique? Do you practice archery?" She said, asking this question first, as she also had to bring up the monsters. "And what about monsters? Do you kill the monsters with your archery skills?" She said, acting gullible and playing her part well. Perfecting this persona over many years. The innocent girl, weak, frail, the burns along the side of her face, the glasses and the patched up eye, woe was her. Looking at his left hand, she formed a small smile. "So your right handed then right? You hold the bow with your left and draw with your right?" She asked, acting like she'd never held a bow in her life.
As she removed the cig from between her lips and rubbed it hard against the ground before she flicked it away. Grabbing another one from her pack. Menthol's, she loved the minty feeling between her lips and it almost soothed her throat the taste of it. It also smelled better than the normal cigarette and it was her preferred poison of choice. Although she did enjoy the various flavored cigars, cherry, vanilla, grape, she had a stash of them back in her mansion. She actually had her own cigar room, filled with various kinds of cigars, and even hundreds of different kinds of liqueurs, wines, and various other forms of alcohol. |
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on May 5, 2013 9:51:51 GMT -5
Takeshima Kunou - Age 20__________________________________________________________
He kept tilting his bow, feeling how it worked under the new pressures. He felt like the energy was trying to rip away from itself. “Nice to meet you Naomi.” He told her when she spoke her name. His focus remained on his bow. It was a nice feeling, it made it feel more stable with he was holding it together. After a moment or two, he caught the spew of questions she began sending to him. He looked over at her for a second, puzzled, before he began to speak. “I’m a master at archery. I can hit monsters very small, very distant. So yes, I do kill monsters with my archery.” He told her. A little more time past and he heard her question something about the way he held it. “Ambidextrous, though I favor my right hand, yes.”
There was a small breeze, blowing the smoke of her cigarette to him. As he blew out smoke he caught the scent of menthol. It was silly, but he thought it said something about her, and that she could enjoy more things than him, since he barely took notice of his plain cigarettes, and didn’t enjoy flavors at all. Still, he just smoked on his cigarette. Then he finally stopped. “I’m not relatively attractive I believe. I don’t give a friendly or warm feel. I’m not very special, and yet, you’re still talking and sitting by me. So before we go on, what are your motives? You can see me clearly, can’t you? That’s the only reason you’re interested right?” He asked her. He was very neutral sounding however, not sounding upset, but not excited. He just sounding bland all through. He wondered if he should take his pill. It might be nice for the girl. He’d sound a bit more stable. He’d simply be a bit more sociable, and maybe he wouldn’t mind the human interaction as much as he did. “I don’t mean to sound rude, like I don’t want your company,” He said, though he really didn’t, “It’s just I don’t get much attention.“ He finally pulled the cigarette away from himself and looked at it, before he flicked it down the hill.
There was another moment of him thinking before he pulled out his pack of cigarettes again. He opened his hand and pressed it against the top and flipped it over, till he felt the familiar feeling of the small white pill in his palm. Then he flipped the top of the pack back, and flipped the top over while he popped the white pill. He only took it because he doubted she’d be going away anytime soon. He at least wanted to be able to stand the conversation.
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Post by Naomi Genkaku on May 5, 2013 11:14:39 GMT -5
He said it was nice to meet her, and all she could do was nod her hand in agreement, as she turned her face back to the water. A small fish jumped out of the water and came splashing back down. His eyes kept at his hand looking at his bow, more or less it looked like he was getting used to the repulsion that he was feeling from her Sanrei glove. In just a few seconds he answered her spew of questions, mentioning he was a Master archer and that he did kill monsters. Although she looked visibly shocked about how he answered these questions, and perhaps also a bit puzzled, along with a hint of curiousness all at the same time. Staring, idly down at the water as she continued smoking his accusing questions came at her.
She looked over at him, visibly taken aback, as she even moved her body a few more inches from him. Finishing off the cigarette she rubbed it out and flicked it again. This time wrapping both her arms around her legs as she rested her chin on her knees and pursed her lips. A frown falling upon her face as he mentioned he didn't want to sound rude, but it seemed that way even if he didn't mean it. Not paying attention to him popping a pill of some sort she started to speak. "Why do I have to be attracted to you or have a motive? Can't two people who smoke enjoy each others company?" She asked, hints of sadness from the edges of her voice. As she mentally shrugged off some of her persona and spoke. "You know, you should be careful Takeshima. Archers were killed for less back in the day." She said, eye balling his hand for but a moment before looking down back at the water. Remembering when the Quincy had many more numbers about a decade ago, but every time their numbers got high they were wiped to the point of almost extinction.
For all she knew, herself and this man were the last two Quincy. "People are always watching Takeshima. People just like me, a few words get out, and then.." She ran her thumb across her throat and made a noise similar to that of a throat getting cut. Pulling at the edges of the fabric around her neck she revealed her burns went further down. Also adjusting her hair behind her ear to show that entire side of her face was destroyed, along with her eye and eye sight in turn. "My parents, belonged to what ever your a part of. They suffered the price, and of course, I was just another innocent caught in the cross fire." While it was a lie, it was something she had rehearsed over and over again for years. Her scars were from an explosion when she was making bombs, and while her parents died of a Shinigami attack far away from her it was still a sad and convincing story. "I don't know what they did when they left at night, but they made hand motions similar to yours, and I know for sure it cost them their life." She said, her voice filled with sadness as her left eye was on the verge of tears. Showing how good she could play a part and act the damsel in distress.
"I don't know you...but I don't want you to end up like they did, or I did. I mean, they ruined me. No one would ever want me looking like, this." She said turning her head slightly. Showing the entire burned side of her face, her ear, and it extended down her neck. They were all over her body but they couldn't be seen with the clothing she was wearing. "Talk about a monster huh?" She said, in an almost nonchalant of tone, as she fixed the hair back from behind her ear and let it fall back beside her face. |
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on May 5, 2013 12:09:36 GMT -5
Takeshima Kunou - Age 20__________________________________________________________
He almost automatically said no to her question, yet he held it in. Some people who smoke sometimes can’t enjoy company of others. At least she was breaking the mundaneness of his day. Then her speech became more grave and he nodded, whispering very softly as to not interrupt, “And here we go.” He said, again not showing much of him caring. She seemed to have a lot to say now, So Takeshima was intent on letting her say what she had to.
Her next words sounded almost like a threat, and Takeshima looked over to her and after the knife-to-throat gesture, she made tugs to her clothing and hair to reveal all of the burn scars from her past. Her parents were quincies. That was interesting. Shima stopped looking at her scars, and he focused on her hands, looking for her cross. He could see something more though. One of her gloves looked ever so slightly thicker, and with her movements, he could see the vertical spike. Yet still, no interest truly showed. He let her finish completely, telling her tragic story about her parents, about her in the crossfire, and again, her having no true idea about what he was, and when she finished with her eyes glistening; he showed no sorrow, no empathy. Instead he looked back to the river.
“You aren’t a monster.” He simply told her, though there was a pause before he spoke again. “But you aren’t so much a victim either I’m sure.” His legs pulled in and crossed, and he looked out. “I had a girlfriend. She was special, but she was no quincy. She died..” There was a pause. “In my arms. She was a victim. Far different from you, and you see, you don’t fit the victim very well.” He explained to her. He rolled his shoulders, a few audible pops coming from him before he sighed. “Besides, mastery of the Sanrei glove means that you are not as ignorant as you pretend. So we can cut out that right now.” He told her. “The simple fact that you chose to put that glove on means you know everything, and the simple fact that you are probably stronger and more capable than me.” His legs straightened up and he stood up. He exhaled gently, and pulled back an arrow and let it fly towards the river. As it approached a fish began to jump up and out, and in mid air, was pierced through, before the water was entered through, with the slightest splash. He wouldn’t say it but that splash hurt his pride a little.
“We all know what we’re getting into. We know who our enemies are. And we are capable of handling ourselves, and if we are not, we can handle that fact.” He looked up to the sun and paused, what would he do. His pill had begun it’s reign and made him feel less bitter. There was another exhale and he turned to face her before extending his hand.
“Don’t pretend quincies are foolish. We’re very good at noticing, and I know how deceptive everyone is, and with our survival on the line, I know how deceptive we can be.” He waited, with his hand out and looked back. “I’m going for a walk, and if you would like to continue this conversation, you may come with me, and we can talk Quincy to Quincy..” A slight pause before he let one corner of his mouth pull back and up, into the slightest smile. “Smoker to smoker.”
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Post by Naomi Genkaku on May 5, 2013 12:40:40 GMT -5
She wasn't a monster he said, and then he said she wasn't so much a victim. His legs pulled up to him as he looked out at the water, speaking of a love long past, and he said she didn't fit the victim very well at all. Going further on to mention mastery of the Sanrei glove, and her eyes grew wide in question. Still acting like she had no idea what he was talking about. Although it seemed he had her all figured out. Takeshima, standing up she looked up at him as he let loose an arrow and it pierced a fish. Going further on, that they all knew what they were getting themselves into. Who their enemies were, and they were capable of handling themselves. He turned to face her, offering his hand, as he grabbed a hold of it and pulled herself up to her feet.
Going on further, telling her not to pretend Quincy's were foolish, As he continued to speak she didn't look at him, as he wanted to talk Quincy to Quincy, smoker to smoker. Turning back to him, the smallest smile formed on her face for only a second. "I'd much prefer smoker to smoker." She said, as she climbed down the small incline to the path that ran along side the river waiting until he was beside her before she started walking and talk. "The archers we once were, were foolish. Our pride got in the way and we ended up practically extinct because of it." She said hints of bitterness in her voice, it had been ten years since her parents died, and she taught herself everything she knew. "If we'd of just knocked it off, and let our numbers grow, we could of fought the reapers on a more equal footing. We were way out matched." She said, knowing it was easily a one to three ratio of their archers against their swordsmen. "Now there is two, me and you. Where is our Quincy pride now?" She said, the first time speaking the words through her lips to him.
She had stopped dead in her tracks, turning her entire body towards him. Something new in her eyes. It was the new Quincy pride, it was the determination of a new generation, it was the signs of genocide on the horizon, it was a lot of things. "Our enemies are everyone. Shinigami, Hollow, Arrancar, even the Fullbringer are taint because of their hollow heritage. We two, stand alone among thousands if not hundreds of thousands. All we have is deception. There is no other way for us to live right now." She said, that same fierceness in her voice as she stared him right in the eye, well, with the one good eye she had visible. The only Quincy she knew of in this town thus far was him, it was sad to see how far they had fallen. It was quite possible they may of been the last two of their make, and all she wanted to do was climb her way to Soul Society at this very moment and murder as many Shinigami as she possible could, they were the cause of this. "Damn, them.. Damn them all to hell." She said, again, now looking away from him, as she crossed her arms, one over the other and started walking again. |
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on May 5, 2013 13:29:08 GMT -5
Takeshima Kunou - Age 20__________________________________________________________
After she was on her feet she told him she’d rather it be smoker to smoker. He simply knew that now that the secrets were out, it wouldn’t be that way. They were no longer united under tobacco, it was far more than that. Almost like they were cousins, possibly were in very distant situations. Shima was no purebred however. Nothing close. He followed her down the hillside, and she spoke to him, of course, this was no smoker talk.
“Our Quincy pride is the strength you wield in that glove, that I wield in this chain.” He said almost non-chalantly, though there was a bit of malice in his words. He was a quincy, and he was serious in his resolve. He knew what he thought was right and wrong. Then she was facing him, and talking more. Her words made him shake his head ever so gently. She was wrong. She as foolish. Oh how could he make her see that. Everything she was saying was everything that made them fall before. His hands clenched, then relaxed, all the while his head shook.
“You’re just as prideful and foolish as they were. My love was a fullbringer.” He told her, almost venomously before his tone subsided. “She was pure, she was my friend, and she was tainted by the hollows, but that did not make her hollow. You are surrounding yourself with enemies. You’re pushing away all who could still help, and making more who could only want the death of us all.” He turned away and began walking. “Our pride is not in our numbers. Our pride is not in the fact that we are Quincies. Our pride is in the fact that we will banish these monsters. In the fact that we are strong and will drive out those foolish shinigami and their silly world views. Your pride will get you killed, by arrancars, by hollow, by Shinigami, by Fullbringer. My pride will protect humans, fullbringer or not. My pride will allow a shinigami to walk past unscathed if he or she wishes no harm yet will not if my character and faith is assaulted. I am not a killer or a hunter. I am a defender, a quincy, and a friend.” There was a long pause. Then a sigh
“Most of all, I’m not looking to continue a war any longer. And maybe that is enough to give us more comrades than only the Quincies you are looking for.”
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Post by Naomi Genkaku on May 5, 2013 15:31:12 GMT -5
He had spoken of what the Quincy pride meant to him. The pride of the strength in her glove, of the cross that hung around her wrist hidden from view. He spoke of her prideful ways and how she was just as foolish as the Quincy of hold. Mentioning his old love of a Fullbringer, and a thought of disgust went across her mind but showed naught on her features. Speaking of her so highly, and that she was surrounding herself with enemies that could help them. That she was only making more death for them all. Speaking of their pride as if he'd read it in a book, nothing to do with numbers, or that they were Quincy. The pride was killing monsters, protecting people, that he'd let a Shinigami walk free if he was causing him no harm. It almost made her sick to hear these words from him as they walked, her arms crossed and her head turned away from him. "You speak of how foolish I am, and you speak hypocrisy. that same Shinigami you left unscathed would sooner come back and cut your throat the minute their superiors heard the world Quincy. A genocide of our entire people, and you'd let him go." She said, now shaking your head. "You speak of your Fullbringer love, but I've met Fullbringer, and not all of them are as... lovely as your deceased passion. The ones I've met were just as evil as the hollow who tainted them."
She said in a very matter-of-fact kind of way. As a hidden rage welled up inside of her. Knowing these words were pointless to speak to him. Their views on the Quincy were so polar opposite that there was no use speaking because neither of them would see reason no matter how vivid of a picture was painted for either. "Your pride will get you killed by people you called friend one day, who turn enemy the next. The only people we can really trust our Quincy, because we'd never harm one of our own. That's even assuming we are not the last two in existence." She said, her voice mixed with equal parts sadness and bitterness all at the same time. She stopped again, looking at him again, her entire body towards him. "So, this is what the Quincy have become. Two people, who have the most polar opposite views of how we should rise again. To be honest, my motive this entire time, from the moment I saw you firing arrows was to guide you to my side. But, I see, that's not going to happen." She said, as she turned away from him, and began walking. Her feet carrying her a little faster now, not that she wanted to get away from him, but she already didn't care if he followed her or not.
Angry with herself that she couldn't make him see what she had seen. Her parents death, the death of her people, the only things she had left of the Quincy's existence was hundreds of books detailing their histories, detailing their techniques, family lineage, books on Shinigami, and how to best kill them, books on all the different factions, the lot of them. All in those books and she was the only one who would ever get any use out of them. She spoke out loud to herself, assuming he was keeping up. "I thought you would understand. I thought that maybe you could train with me and we could get more powerful together. That you could read from the same books as I had and see the things that I see. No, we are just to unalike, the only thing tying us our Quincy heritage." She said with a sigh, sadness now laced through her voice as she knew she was meant to walk this world alone. It was her sole purpose to get stronger and to bring the Quincy back to their former glory, she would do it. Even by herself if she had to. |
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on May 5, 2013 18:33:41 GMT -5
Takeshima Kunou - Age 20__________________________________________________________
“You speak as though you know all!” He protested back, the pill running through his blood amplifying his assertiveness. “You pretend you know that all fullbringers are bad. Well they aren’t. I’m at least willing to admit, there’s a possibility that a large majority are. But you can’t deny the exceptions.” He tried to explain, as their back and forth continued. She was so headstrong, things had to be her way. Then inside Shima, he paused. He was being headstrong.
His voice began to shrink into a whisper. “I may get stabbed in the back by a one I call friend, but there will be ten others after him before I hit the ground. You’ve taken a path where you will die alone, and no one will even take a moment of silence.” He told her, coldly. He couldn’t look at her as he said this, he had stopped walking, and he was facing the water. Where did that come from. Coldness wasn’t in his nature. He was sad, but he did not try to push his sadness on others. Then she spoke of what the quincies now were. Just two people. Two different people. Shima looked down at his hands. She seemed like a hunter, and he seemed like a protector. Two with differing views. She thought he could understand, and here, he was hoping she could. They weren’t so different. As he felt her presence dimming, and her voice fading, he let out a sigh. Reiatsu poured from his feet and took hold beneath him and then, in an instant, he was there in front of her.
“Wait, Naomi.” He said as he looked up to her face. “We are quincy. We are one in the same, and yet, we are opposites, you are right. But that does not mean we are incompatible. You are a hunter. That is what you’ve decided. You will kill those that oppose, you will make us rise again. I am a protector.” He said as he gently reached forward and took her hand. “We are Quincy, and since that is a we, I can not let you go off, and I can not let you die. We are headstrong, we are stuck in our views. We both have books, telling us how we should be, who we should watch and take care of, and at the top of my list, is the clan of the Quincy. I would wish to become stronger, I would wish to help you, and if I could enjoy things anymore, the thing I would enjoy the most would be to see our kind rise again.” His other hand moved over and he held her gloved hand with both of his at once. With a small inhale and slightly clenched teeth he lowered his head suddenly, in a bow. “And so for you, for a fellow Quincy, I give up my humanly pride, and I will follow beside you, at least for a while. But you must promise to consider some of my advice.” His head raised a little, “And at the very least, I can be a sparring partner, or someone you have to come to your aid in your times of peril. What do you say?”
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Post by Naomi Genkaku on May 5, 2013 23:52:59 GMT -5
She did speak as if she knew it all, and it was true, she believed she knew it all. Naomi had lived longer then him, trained harder than him, knew better than him. His views were idealistic, while her views were a little more realistic, if only she could come to some kind of middle ground with him on their views they would hold the perfect side. Although she knew it in her heart that not all Fullbringer were bad, thought all the ones she had met thus far had been, so this had tainted her view and she had made the lot of them bad in her mind. She had made everyone an enemy because it was easier to think of someone as an enemy than a friend. While his words were barely heard as she walked away they were heard all the same and they were true, even if she didn't want to admit it.
She thought their conversation was over, but suddenly he appeared in front of her. Her eyes growing wide as he told her to wait. Looking into her face as he started to speak. Speaking of how they were Quincy and one in the same. Saying how she was right, but that they were not incompatible. Speaking of her being the hunter and him the protector. As he reached out and took her gloved hand, holding onto it now. He spoke to her as a Quincy, and that he could not let her go off and die alone. Going on about their different views, and the books that taught them. He said he wanted to become stronger with her, grow with her, and see their clan rise again. His other hand grabbed the same gloved hand, as he held her hand in both of them at once. He inhaled and suddenly he bowed. Her eyes growing wide again as she looked down at him with suspicion, but it soon faded as he spoke.
He spoke to her words she thought she'd never hear from his lips. It was a complete and total shock. Speaking as such his head lowered a little, and at the very least he wanted to be her sparring partner, or someone to aid her in times of peril. She was at a lost for words, as she stood there staring at him. Although she held no attraction to him she couldn't help but feel like she could kiss him right now. "I-." She trailed off for a moment, still in shock by the way his words moved her. "I'll consider your advice, and... I'll gladly except your offer." Was all she could say as far as words go. Still letting the words sift through her mind. The Hunter and The Protector. The words kept moving through her mind. "The Hunter, the one who will kill those who go against us, and The Protector. The one who will protect our pride..." She said in an after thought as she looked down at him. Her hand still in his grasp. As she pulled it out of it, and then her gloved hand came up underneath his chin, as she made him look at her. A new fierceness in her eyes, one different from before.
"We will rise again. With someone I can trust at my side, and who can help me, we can do it." She said, and out of pure impulsion she bent down and kissed him full on the lips. No love or attraction was found between her and him, but his words moved her so, that she felt it was right. "With that kiss we seal the deal." She said, as her hand moved away from his chin, as she stood up and continued to look down at him. Hoping she could shock him just as much as he had shocked her. |
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on May 6, 2013 12:58:24 GMT -5
Takeshima Kunou - Age 20__________________________________________________________
Her eyes had widened so much. Had he surprised her. He could guess that he caught her off guard. She stammered slightly as she thought up words to say, and he just waited in his half bowed position, looking up at her with both of his hands on hers. Then she accepted his offer and he gave a gentle smile. His eyes gently shifted to the river and then back to her, as she spoke softly to herself. He gave a simple nod and released her her hand as she began to pull it away. He could see something in her eyes. It was a flame, igniting, determination.
Takeshima listened to her new words, while he lifted his head, assisted by her hand. He still hadn’t raised to full height, which allowed Naomi to lean down and press her lips against his. He pressed back faintly, just barely noticeable. There was no real push or intimacy in the kiss, just a kiss. When she pulled back, saying it was sealed he leaned back and straightened his body. There was a small smile, almost forced, although not looking smug in the least. The smirk was only there so that he could say “You know, we could’ve just had a glass of wine or a bit of saki to seal it instead.” He told her before he examined her now. He appeared to be a inch or so taller than her. Just ever so slightly. His hand reached into his pocket and he grabbed a cigarette yet again. After lighting it and keeping it balanced between his lips, in the corner of his mout, he kept a hold of his pack and reached to the back, ripping off a bit of the aluminum foil like material. He held it with his thumb against the pack and reached into his other pocket and produced a pen, and he scribbled on the paper side.
“Here.” He told her extending the paper towards her. “It’s my cell. I’m almost always free, and so if you ever need to get a hold of me, just find a phone to call me up. I could be on my way as quickly as possible.” He explained, pocketing the pen and the pack in the same pocket, and then using that hand to remove and tap his cigarette to knock the ash off of it while he waited for her to take it. He hoped it didn’t seem like he was coming on to her, or like it was an affectionate gesture. “We have far better ways of communicated compared to the Quincy of old, and so we should use those resources.”
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Post by Naomi Genkaku on May 6, 2013 13:32:18 GMT -5
His body leaned back and he straightened up, as he had a small smile and she gave him a small smile back. Sadly enough, even though he was now her protector there was still many secrets she had to keep from him. Such as the identity of her alter ego Niiro. Although that conversation would be for a much later date, if he was told at all that is. As he spoke saying they could of sealed the deal with a class of wine or a cup of saki. She watched him light another cig as she kept quiet, and he wrote his number down on a piece of paper. Retrieving her phone from her pocket she lifted it open and made a new contact with his name. Taking the paper she instantly started to type the number in. As she did this he said they had far better ways of communicating now than the Quincy's did back then. She nodded as she saved the contact and closed the phone looking up at him now.
"Indeed we do. Takeshima..." She said trailing off for a moment before speaking. "A glass of wine or a cup of saki is easily forgotten, a kiss, much harder to forget." She said with a grin on her lips. As she also pulled another cigarette from her pocket, flipping open her zippo and lighting it. As she inhaled deeply on it, thinking for a moment before speaking. "I really hope you know what your getting yourself into. My full name is Naomi Genkaku, I hope the name rings a few bells if you've been around Karakura for a while." She said, her family had invested a lot of money into this town. There name was plastered on plaques everywhere, and her name had actually been in the paper several times as she continued to give donations, and work for shelters and the like. She had quite the good girl act to keep in place, and she wanted to appear as human as entirely possible to avoid suspicion. She withdrew the cig from her mouth and exhaled again, blowing little circles of smoke. "You know, its a shame, the Genkaku blood line is a pure Quincy lineage. After I die, there are no more Genkaku's that I know of who are alive. So, the blood line dies with me." She said, not stating it in fact but hoping he would get the hint that she didn't exactly swing his way.
Trying to be as subtle about it as possible since she didn't like to come right out and say it to people. It just made for awkward conversation, although it seemed like both of them had come to an understanding now. The Hunter, The Protector, the kiss to seal the deal. It meant nothing to them, it was just a contract. Two Quincy, one who protected the pride, and another who fought for it. It felt right, she was glad that he had did and said the things he said. Otherwise she'd of been starting chaos in this town all by herself, not to say, that wasn't her intention all along. Although they were now sealed, there was still some things she had to keep secret from him. If not only for his protection, since they were the two known Quincy alive at this very moment, she had to protect him just like he was going to protect her. |
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on May 6, 2013 14:58:10 GMT -5
Takeshima Kunou - Age 20__________________________________________________________
“I suppose a kiss is much more easy to remember.” He told her as he reached up and began thinking. Shima hadn’t felt his lips against any other’s for a long time. He chuckled slightly, and nearly jumped at the sound of his own gentle laugh. He hadn’t laughed in so long. “Well, maybe the drinks can be left for another time.” He told her. As she lit her cigarette he took another drag on his and watched her, then she spoke again.
“Pureblood then?” He asked gently. “Their names are plastered in places all throughout the diaries and books I have.” Then there was a pause. “I see their names all over in papers I read at my favorite coffee shop as well.” He explained to her. It seemed she was quite prosperous. They were opposites completely, truly. This was quite the interesting turn. She wasn’t just any quincy, as he was. She was pure Quincy. “My mother was pureblood, although, I am not I’m afraid.” He heard her next few words and he looked to the sky. “Well, maybe one day, you’ll discover you aren’t so alone. Your family is quite large, and they may no longer bare your name, but you may discover there is another Genkaku around. Or even another pureblood.” He told her. “Possibly one with more interest in reproduction.” These words were said gently, and he said them to show, he had no real interest in her sexual orientation.
He reached for his cigarette again and he looked at the smoke circles she had blown before, drifting and dissipating. As he pulled it from his mouth, he pushed out a small bit of smoke, which took the shape of a heart. It was a trick that took him some time to master, but he was proud of it. Though a second after the heart was visible, he breathed out into it, and it flew off with the rest of his smoke. “I want you to know, it was an interesting day, and I believe you’ve made some progress in your journey. But before our company becomes a bit stifling, I must bid you adieu.” Takeshima slowly turned to face her. “Be safe.” There was a long pause and he looked into her eye, and there within, seemed to be something alive, for the first time in a long time. “You’ve given me something to fight for, something to care for, and so you aren’t allowed to die. If you ever need me, you know how to reach me.” He said as he turned and began heading off, “Take it easy, miss Genkaku.”
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