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Post by Naomi Genkaku on Aug 6, 2013 21:09:39 GMT -5
Naomi had arrived in Rome earlier that day on her private jet. A small stash of Quincy artifacts had been found. Looking at her cell phone she looked over the pictures and her eyes grew wide at the old books. This of course was the only reason she had visited Rome in the first place, but she figured while she was here that maybe she should scope out the Vatican while she was at it. coming to Rome the first thing she had done was meet up with the person who found the artifacts. A lowly human who had no idea what he was holding onto. She paid him generously and sent the stash of artifacts to be sent back to her private jet. Then decided to hit the town in the search of a bar with some food.
She decided to rent a motorcycle for this endeavor and quickly zipped in and out of the streets of Rome. Busy walk ways with pedestrians and bicycles going this way and that. Cars were constantly honking horns as it seemed this city never slept either and she didn't eye to many traffic lights. It was every man for themselves in this city. Within minutes she arrived at a bar. An aroma of food spilled out through the doors as a couple escaped. Putting down the kick stand of the bike she walked in with the helmet underneath her right arm. Quickly she found a seat at the bar itself. Ordering herself a cup of red wine as she looked over the different pastas.
Finding a chicken Alfredo she picked out the dish soon after getting her drink. Sitting there at the bar there was a seat to either side of her, and she was wearing the usual attire. A long sleeved red t-shirt with gloves on either hand. Along with this was a pair of bike boots and a black pair of jeans. Her eye patched covered her right eye and her glasses went over all of that. She made sure to hide her Sanrei Glove, there was no telling who walked into these places. Sipping at her wine she looked up at one of the several tv's along the bar. This one was showing some kind of bike racing, and she watched it, mildly enthused by the action.
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Post by Abraham Leonard on Aug 6, 2013 22:05:01 GMT -5
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Abraham Leonard had been practicing his martial arts, trying to take out much of his anger before proceeding to enter the public. He made sure to hide his zanpakuto in a guitar case that had a hidden slot so he could place an actual guitar over it. Locking it, he dressed in his normal attire and took his acoustic guitar and went out to explore Rome. It was a endless tourist area, always having beautiful scenery and people. The colors always flowed brightly and it was soft on Abraham's eyes. He spent a good amount of time inspecting art and saw a painting that was quite familiar. A panting that had a preacher with a chain dangling from his finger...
A quincy piece of art. What an odd find, but he could only feel the guilt from the war. In order to go sooth his soul, he pulled out his guitar, keeping his blade hidden, he started playing. Approaching a bar, he entered and returned the guitar to its case. Two things he noticed: There was an out-of-place form of attire a woman wore and the fact the only table open was next to her. After taking his seat he kicked back and rested his case against his table. "White wine. I don't care what kind, just get me a glass if you would so please." he requested, also requesting a mushroom alfredo to go with his food. It was such a hot day...But he enjoyed the heat. Heat is what kept him going, the compassionate flame he had. But the flash backs of the war just banged on his brain, screaming "YOU ARE OF THE DAMNED!" and always returning the emotion of anger to him. His sunglasses hid his eyes so the frustrated squint he had would go unnoticed.
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Post by Naomi Genkaku on Aug 7, 2013 2:00:44 GMT -5
She sipped silently at her glass of red wine. Enjoying the fine flavors of the wine. Her eye looking indifferently at the TV. Watching the show but at the same time, not watching it. A man approached the bar, and took a seat to the right of her. He sat his guitar case up against the bar as he ordered a white wine. Taking a curiosity to the man her left eye looked over at him as she slightly turned her head, but at the moment she couldn't sense anything different. Like all spiritual beings they could suppress their reiastu, just as she was doing now currently. Still, she was always cautious when it came to people, but no matter what she tended to be nice rather than rude. Naomi turned her body slightly towards him and spoke. "Hello." She said simply, giving a small wave with her left hand which also held her wine glass. Bringing it up to her lips she took another sip and sat the glass back down. Her eye stealing a glance at him here and there as she noticed the glasses that covered his eyes.
You could tell a lot about a person by how their eyes looked. For all she knew perhaps he was even blind in both eyes, or maybe he was blind in only one eye. It was usually pretty odd none the less to wear glasses inside a bar. Currently, she wasn't sure if she should say anything else to the man. It was hard to judge a person based entirely on appearance alone. Typically, she wore clothes that made her appear fragile, and she usually spoke and acted in such a way to give off that air while in public. Her burn scars could be seen across the right side of her face, along with the fact there was more around the area of her neck. The rest were hidden under her clothes, all of them from an unfortunate accident with a unstable explosive. "You from here?" She asked, trying to break the ice a little, not sure what else she could say to him at this point in time.
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Post by Abraham Leonard on Aug 7, 2013 2:23:17 GMT -5
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Abraham took a few sips of his wine, looking over to see a scarred woman speaking to him. He had flash backs of the war, remembering when he went berserk on the quincy using Psycho Fire. He dismissed it and just looked away before she asked if he was from around here. "Yeah. Well, I'm an immigrant. Came from Japan, so I started a Dojo here. I find it funny how close I am to a bar. I don't know why though." he chuckled a little, taking a few clean bites from his food. The burns...Why do they make me think of you Orin?
It is your guilt Abraham. Abraham sighed, he seemed a little stressed but pushed it down with a sip of wine. "Are you from around here?" he threw the question back at the lady whom had asked it.
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Post by Naomi Genkaku on Aug 7, 2013 2:34:03 GMT -5
Their plates of food had been abruptly placed before them. Naomi eyed the steaming pile of long noodles, pieces of chicken, and the creamy Alfredo sauce that went all over it. This meal looked absolutely delicious. It even had a fine white cheese sprinkled over the top that smelt like provolone. Picking up a fork she got some noodles, twirling her fork then finally stabbing a piece of chicken as she placed it into her mouth. Looking back to the man as he said he was an immigrant from Japan. Ah, it meant he was from the same area she was from. How refreshing it was to hear that. He owned a Dojo here and didn't know this bar was so close to his house. As he spoke of this she had managed to take another forkful of the delicious pasta. The man looking over at her now as he asked her a question if she was from around here. "Ah, no, I am actually from Karakura town. I was here on some business. Now that the business is over, I figured I'd stay here a day or two before I flew back." She said with a small smile as she took a sip of her wine. The bar tender swing back around as he poured more wine into her glass.
Naomi quickly grabbed another forkful of pasta before speaking to the man. "How does your Dojo fair here? I am not overly familiar with the region." She said, posing a question to the man as she took another sip of her wine. "Ah, my apologies. The name is Naomi." She said, figuring she shouldn't give her last name in a place like this. The Genkaku was a rich name for her Quincy clan. They went back hundreds of years and had been in Japan for its entirely, although her family had originally migrated from parts of Germany. Her clan had fought valiantly in the Quincy wars and she was sure anyone hearing the name would instantly find her suspicious if they were of the spiritual type.
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Post by Abraham Leonard on Aug 7, 2013 2:43:08 GMT -5
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Abraham almost spit out his win, but it was easily masked with the fact the wine was going down the wrong tube. "God damnit, swallowed....down...the wrong tube." he kept coughing but eventually washed it down...with more wine. The name sounded familiar but he couldn't put his finger on it. He gave up but shrugged and looked towards Naomi. "Abraham. Abraham Leonard." he had a strong accent, it seemed a little American but an old style American. Although he could easily just say he was raised by Americans whom lived in Japan.
He enjoyed his pasta and enjoyed talking about his dojo. "Yeah. You're visting for a day or two. If you finish all the tourist attractions why don't you come down?" he said, smiling, she seemed too innocent to let her know 'by the way I am a death god' right away. "The Vatican. Holy place? Not what it said in the history books. Weird there for some reason.They don't even let you in!" he shook his head in disappointment and continued eating.
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Post by Naomi Genkaku on Aug 7, 2013 3:04:39 GMT -5
Her eye brow raised curiously at the man beside her as he almost spit out his wine. Complaints of the wine going down the wrong tube as he coughed a few more times. She continued to take forkfuls into her mouth without complaint. The man introduced himself as Abraham Leonard, soon after she had introduced herself. She would of held out her hand to shake his own but one was preoccupied with wine and the other with her fork. The man known as Abraham continued to speak, saying if she finished the tourist attractions that he wanted her to come down to his dojo. She had visited her fair share of dojo's in her life after living in Japan for so long, but of course she wanted to remain polite and courteous to his offer. She was about to except his offer when he spoke again. instead she put her wine glass to her lips and sipped at it. Listening to him speak of the Vatican, and talking about how they wouldn't even let anyone in currently. "Hrm.. How odd, I thought the Vatican did tours..." In her head she was cursing silently. Guess that meant what ever scoping of the Vatican building she did would be done from the outside of the building now.
"Well, since we are so close to your dojo now. I could just visit and get out of the way. Is it done in a traditional Japanese style? Or is there some roman influences in it?" She said with a small smile, showing her interest in the dojo that he owned. She was good at social interaction, since she had to make appearances in Karakura all the time. Her family name was plastered throughout Karakura and she made public appearances as often as possible. She knew how to lie to people without it feeling like a lie. Naomi had perfected this frail person over the years. The one everyone knew her as. Naomi, the burn victim, the survivor, the one who was a constant part of charity work and was always seen around Karakura participating with the common folk. Naomi knew how to play people, how to act, and when to be courteous to people who made her offers, just like to the man that as sitting beside her.
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Post by Abraham Leonard on Aug 7, 2013 3:16:55 GMT -5
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Abraham cleaned a little bit of the spilled wine and had finished his alfredo, along with the wine. He looked over to Naomi and nodded his head with a warm smile. "Sure. I'm fine with that. Also, I don't do much for decorations so it is usually just a place to train. No one wants lessons so it is open to all for free practice time. I don't teach anything...I couldn't really." he shrugged, standing and waiting for Naomi to stand as well unless she wasn't done. He paid his server and tipped at least twenty percent. He actually kind of liked the girl he was talking to. "You gotta few moves you wanna show me? Hand-to-hand?" he imitated a boxed and then resumed a particularly cool looking pose.
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Post by Naomi Genkaku on Aug 7, 2013 3:36:13 GMT -5
Naomi finished off her second glass of wine at the same time she was forking up the last bit of pasta and spearing the last piece of chicken. Abraham was doing the same as he said he was fine with visiting his dojo first. He explained in brief detail about his dojo, she could almost easily picture it just by how he talked about it. Although from the way he made it sound his dojo wasn't doing very well here in Rome. Now she wondered how he made ends meet if he didn't teach classes and it was open for free practice. Grabbing her wallet out of her back pocket she tossed money on the table, easily paying for her meal and leaving a large tip since money meant little to nothing to her. Surely he would notice this. Standing up from the stool she placed her wallet back into her pocket. Abraham spoke again, wondering if there was a few moves she wanted to show him. Naomi gave a gentle laugh as she easily feigned ignorance. "Ha, a few moves? I've only been taught some basic self defense. Ya know.. Bridge of nose, throat, sternum, balls. At least, that's how they taught it when I learned it." She said, flashing a gentle smile as she walked away from the bar stool.
She grabbed the helmet off the bar counter then walked a few feet, she them turned on her heel back towards him. 'How close is your dojo? I rented a motorcycle while I was here." She asked with another smile. "Oh, if you don't mind me asking. How do you stay afloat? If no one wants lessons and your dojo is open for free? Sorry if I am intruding on your financials, it just makes one curious when you hear of such things." She sounded sincere through the entire thing, maybe if this man 'showed' her a few moves she'd pay him for his time out of pure pity. Although anything she showed him likely she would already know. She was a master of a dozen different styles of martial arts. Hand to hand combat, melee weapon combat, and even long range combat with guns, bows and other such weapons. A lot of her time was consumed with these things, but one could never really tell these things. The only way anyone could tell her body was in peak physical condition was if she was naked, and not to many people got to revel in that sight.
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Post by Abraham Leonard on Aug 7, 2013 16:03:27 GMT -5
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Abraham followed Naomi and proceeded to listen to her. He thought it was cute how she tried playing weakling but not weakling would just be so willing to enter his dojo. As they left, she had asked how far the dojo was and he pointed down the street, which wouldn't be too far of a walk. "Not too far. You could leave your bike here, but I do have a garage if you want to use that." he was trying to be as kind as he could be but had feared maybe his anger would make him release his reiatsu as soon as they got on to the mats. He was then shocked by her question of finances, but partially there was no secret. He had a large supply from before he moved in order to keep traveling, and he had at least a few million left. But the story was that it was inherited.
"In Japan, I inherited a lot of money from my parents when they died. I traveled for a while and now I am here." Abraham nodded with a smile and then began walking.
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Post by Naomi Genkaku on Aug 7, 2013 18:37:18 GMT -5
"Ah, no, I'll leave the bike here." She quickly replied back as they walked out of the bar. Heading over to the bike she pulled out a bike chain, hooking up her helmet to the bike itself so it wouldn't get stolen. It would truly be a cumbersome load if she had to carry the motorcycle helmet to and fro where ever she went. Walking with him towards his dojo he finally answered how his establishment was staying a float. He had inherited a large amount of money from his parents when they died, and taken the money with him when he traveled her. Well, that all made sense. She supposed when people had the money to waste then they could open up free dojo's and spend it how they wanted to. Although, no money coming in meant that money was going out fast. She had several financial advisers who invested her money wisely. She was always making more money than she was spending and that's how it should be. "Ah, that's a relief. Sorry about your parents though." She said, showing genuine sympathy in her voice for Abraham.
"I guess we are on the same boat then. My parents are also dead. Actually, most of my family is dead. Currently I am the only member of my family left. So, all of our assets went to me." She said in a little of a happier tone towards the end. Money wasn't everything, but that much money there wasn't much that she couldn't do. She was sure if she wanted to she could hire mercenaries with access to carpet bombs if she really wanted to. The thought almost made her gleeful, but she wondered how she could hire them in such a way to actually get away with it if she ever did want to destroy someone like that? As her thoughts drifted they were soon standing in front of his dojo. "Ah, this looks like a really nice dojo." She said with a smile on his face, as she wanted for him to enter so he could give her a tour of the place, if that was his intention.
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Post by Abraham Leonard on Aug 7, 2013 19:04:14 GMT -5
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Abraham smiled as he opened the Dojo door and waited for Naomi to enter. She had inherited money from her family, so he had quickly learned a little about her. But then the false pity came and he nodded in the way that expressed that it was ok. He seemed to have been over it for a while, even though it was a lie. The lie itself was fabricated by a man he had come to know whom had helped him. "Yeah....Happens though," he said, but was at a loss of words. He waited for Naomi to respond. "A decent dojo. Five rooms. Right next to my house." he admired his dojo and then looked back at Naomi.
Once they had entered, they walked into the main room which was vast and had several weapon racks. There was a shelf in between two doors that held trophies for martial artist competitions. "Once I get a chance, I'll be entering bigger league Martial Arts tourney's. Then I won't have to rely on my inheritance." he seemed confident of his skills, before showing Naomi two storage rooms, one with medical supplies and others with maintenance for the dojo, weapons and other gear. He then showed her a fourth room which he did business in but said that the fifth was off limits. In reality, what Naomi didn't know is that he kept a case that had his old uniform on hooks. He also did not totally forget his guitar case and set it in the room where he did business.
Once he was done, he walked to the middle and took a fighting stance, throwing his sunglasses to the side to reveal his red eyes. "So, are you finally ready? I'll give you a chance to limber up if you need. And if your attire doesn't suit combat then I have some unused uniforms." he too took a moment to limber up, cracking his neck, hopping around. He tightly gripped his fists and heard his knuckles crack.
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Post by Naomi Genkaku on Aug 7, 2013 20:35:05 GMT -5
Naomi had walked through the Dojo door, waiting for Abraham to take the lead in front of her. He spoke to her some words of condolence, and she merely waved it off. Then he spoke about his dojo, five rooms, and this dojo was right next to his house. Now that they were both in the dojo she could see the large main room with its several different weapon racks. Then she proceeded to follow him through the dojo. Then she noticed a case with several different trophies and she examined it briefly while they were standing there. As she examined it he spoke that he wanted to get into bigger leagues eventually, so then he could live off the money he made from those championships. Walking away from the trophy case he showed her two more rooms, one with medical supplies and another with stuff to keep up maintenance on the dojo. The fourth room they visited was one that was a business like room, and then he mentioned the fifth was strictly off limits. Once the little tour was done they were back in the main room. Abraham took a stance in the middle of the room as he tossed his sun glasses to the side revealing red eyes.
How...odd...she couldn't ever recall a human having eyes that color. Maybe, just maybe he wasn't human after all."Before we started fighting I wanted to compliment you on your dojo. It's pretty nice. Nicer than some of the ones in Karakura even. You must of gotten a pretty penny from your inheritance." She smiled at him when she said this, and she meant every world. He really did have a nice dojo. The wood underneath their feet as nice, it as plenty big enough and he had a lot of equipment for people to use in it. Walking a few feet from him he asked her if she was ready and that he would give her a chance to limber up.
Naomi decided to sit down as he was talking, as she took off her biker boots. Then she proceeded to take off her socks and place them in one of the boots. Considering the fact that this was an all wood floor, if she would of fought in her socks she would of been slipping and sliding all over the place. Getting up she took a sloppy stance, one that an amateur of karate would take. Looking over at him she forgot she had her glasses on and decided to take those off too, placing the pair of glasses in a boot as she got back into stance and hopped up and down a little on her feet. "I don't know much. Go easy on me." She commented with a small smile. The truth of the matter was she wasn't sure if she should hold back everything or go all out. Since up to this point she had lied about a lot of things with him. Her hands gripped, the leather of her gloves creaked gently. "Here, throw a hit at me. I'll try to block it!" She exclaimed with a smile and a laugh. Deciding that when he threw a punch she was going to show him all that she knew, and maybe then some.
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Post by Abraham Leonard on Aug 7, 2013 21:08:29 GMT -5
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Oh she is going to play that game huh? He smiled, jolting forward as he was moving amazingly fast for a...human? He jumped into a cart-wheel, heel-dropping the girl whom he was meant to fight. He wasn't going to do much holding back because she was playing a game with him and he did not know why. The kick was with much force so she could either, assumingly at least, be sent to the ground breaking the boards or he could send his foot straight through the floor if she dodged. He already had his attacks planned, if he failed he would either spin his body around while kicking to Naomi's side with his opposite foot. If he would bring his other heel down on Naomi and then spring off of her into a backwards flip to open up distance. Time to get HEATED.
Abraham still kept his reiatsu suppressed but could not resist the urge to be a little wild. "I highly doubt you are some frail girl!" he said during his assault. He just wanted so badly to let his flames free. Just to burn everything...the ecstasy of fire fueled him so much. There was a fire in his eyes like no other. The fire to fight was driven by a new opponent. "You're a new opponent. With martial arts I'm going to town!' he found the battle a sport really, enjoying it.
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Post by Naomi Genkaku on Aug 7, 2013 21:30:54 GMT -5
She grinned widely. Out of her back pocket she had gotten a hair tie. Quickly fastening up her hair, showing no concern for the person who was coming near her. His body jolted forward as he moved into a cart-wheel, as he attempted to heel drop her. Easy she slid back as his heel made contact with the floor boards. So much force was exerted that the boards broke underneath his feet. His attack then turned into a spinning kick made for her side. As his foot made its way to her side she grabbed it for just a second then used this leverage to push him back and away from her. Abrahams words were full of doubts as he assaulted her with words during his brief attack. The distance was between the two again as she had a grin on her face. Taking a proper stance now, as she kept making her hands into fists. Her knuckles started to crack here and there. "I am stronger than you period. And I am a master of several different kinds of martial arts." Letting her reiastu out he would instantly feel that she was fighting with a Quincy. The fact of the matter was they were under closed doors, and she knew this guy wasn't human now.
In a heart beat she disappeared and the next moment she appeared to the right of him as her foot swung out, a moment before it connected she disappeared again and was on the other side of him making for the same attack. If he made an attempt to grab her leg and push her away she would instantly use the momentum to go low. Attempting to sweep him off his feet with amazing agility and body coordination. There was no telling where her attack was going to come from next but she knew that she wasn't going to use any Quincy bow techniques or use any of the tubes tucked into hidden pockets across her person. Any of the techniques could cause serious damage so she would resort to hand to hand combat for now unless things got more serious where she had to resort to techniques of the Quincy variety.
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