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Post by Jin Hoshigawa on Aug 10, 2013 23:38:42 GMT -5
"Holy hell it's nice out."
There was calmness to those words. Something akin to playfulness, but at the same time mellow and level headed. His head turned with a large smile spreading across his lips; his officers, all of them, had been helping him set up for the day, and his words, and attention, were directed toward them. They all smiled before they waved and took off. He wasn't in too deep with the work load, but their help was very appreciated. Nodding before taking his eyes away from the sky, and to his door, Jin walked casually casually toward the gate to his division.
Two crimson hued eyes staring at the arc, and gates. He wasn't sure what kind of look to go with for this first day of the week; business casual, or perhaps dress down? The possibilities were endless, but he had to make a choice. Why not dress down, it was just the thing to get the blood flowing. A crimson long sleeve button up shirt with the first three buttons undone got him the best reactions in the past, un-tucked of course. A pair of black jeans fit perfectly on his waist all the way down to his feet, just barely touching his shoes, but just enough to cover any stray ankle that wasn't by his black dress shoes. He was always in his shinigami uniform, but parts of him just wanted to relax.
There was something else on his mind though and with no work left in the division, Jin wasn't sure what he could do. He could train his officers, but he wasn't the best at holding back, even if playing around. He could go to the shinigami women's association and try and get a date for the night but he was sure that they would be prepared this time. Prepared to knock him so sky high his head would be permanently plastered on the mountain side. What could he do. He tapped his chin, his eyes aimlessly scanning. Then, like an imaginary light bulb appeared over his head he rose his finger into the air, a wide open mouth smile appearing. Shunpoing quickly, Jin vanished from his division.
The gate he now stood above read "twelfth division"; what could he be doing here? Was he going to pitch his idea for the next best thing? Well...yes actually. He needed Allister's help, as he was the only one he knew that could design, and produce what he had in mind. Jin leaped from the archway, running to the door. His head rising and falling, shifting from left to right looking for a switch, or a door. Sighing, he banged on the door just before rolling his sleeves up. "ALLISTER! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR-GATE THING!"
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Post by allister vane on Aug 13, 2013 2:13:28 GMT -5
"Ah, it's nearly complete." A faint grin graced Allister's face, as the shinigami-safe cigarette between his thin lips bellowed small clouds of smoke. "Soon that pesky second division will no longer be able to escape my collection of data. Stealth and secrecy are such bothers. How am I meant to effectively research and store all of the knowledge held in soul society if they work so hard to elude such efforts?"
Peering through the lenses of his custom made glasses, he gazed down upon the object that was currently the center of his attention, laying on his workshop's desk. It was a highly advanced camera that could track targets via their spiritual pressure, and mask itself, providing protection from any forms of detection other than touch. It even had a failsafe that allowed it to instantly relay any information to a memory drive located in Allister's personal quarters, before selfdestructing, in the case of it being discovered.
Despite all of the marvelous things it could do and more, it's appearance did it no justice. Made out of scrap parts, including a toaster and the innards of a 1980's microwave, the camera intrinsically appeared to be a giant flying square, held together with duct tape. Seeming to be the Frankenstein's monster equivalent of a machine, it's uncertain how it would even function as well as it did.
Just as Allister prepared to add the final touches to the seemingly primitive box, the alarm for the 12th Division's gate sounded in his personal quarters. "A visitor has arrived, gate trap activating." The monotonic voice echoed lightly across the Captain's room, informing him someone had unfortunately decided to stand too close to the gate leading to his division's quarters, activating a trap that comprised of a giant springloaded boxing glove launching itself from a compartment within the front of the gate,
A trap that'd caught many an unsuspecting captain off guard recently, Allister found it quite amusing when it did work. Although it provided next to no real protection against a more powerful intruder, it could still be rather humiliating for the other party should they be unprepared. Though what he really awaited was the day it fooled Byakuya or Yamamoto, the two most uptight and overly rigid Shinigami in all of soul society.
Shunpo-ing to the inner side of the gate, he snapped his fingers, causing the gears within the gates to turn, wrenching them open before him. Noticing his guest was a fellow captain, he smiled, putting on his usual charade, quickly flicking away his cigarette, which by now was reduced to nothing but the filter. "Oh, hello, Jin. My apologies for the trap, have to keep those fearsome Espada out somehow, you know~ What brings you by, today? Do you need another telescope with which to spy on the women's shinigami association?"
He spoke lightly, the last sentence being a simple joke directed at Jin's tendency to get in trouble with any female he's near. Despite not having spent much time getting to know Jin personally, Allister always kept his eyes and ears (and cameras) open and alert to any details, be they major or minuscule, about his subordinates, in the case they became necessary at some point.
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Post by Jin Hoshigawa on Aug 13, 2013 9:22:24 GMT -5
The young captain started to pace back and forth, his hands resting along the inside of his pockets. He wasn't sure what the other captain was doing, and he was sure that the man had heard him, so why on this realms green pastures was he keeping Jin wait? Jin heard about the other mans inventions, his almost mad scientist creations, but they couldn't all be true, could they? That was until he heard something, a faint grind of metal before his attention turned to the gate.
He walked closer, the small hole getting larger, his head trying to peer inside of it. What had come next was so beyond what Jin expected that he couldn't possibly react in time. A rather normal looking, human like contraption came flying through the hole managing to connect with his cheek; Jin felt his body turn on it's own, almost comically twirling in the same spot he had been hit in. As a low groan escaped his lips, he rotated his jaw to make sure that nothing was knocked out of place.
A low groan escaped the mans lips before he turned his attention to the now opening gate; About time...asshole. The thought plagued his mind until he saw the other captain, his attention quickly snapping away from being angry; there was no point in being angry, or holding a grudge, besides...it was kinda funny. Jin grinned and walked up to the captain before him, waving his hand and smiling.
"Nah it's cool. You might have to make one of those for me." A soft chuckle escaped his lips before he started rubbing the back of his head, shrugging away the thought. "Noooooo, they improved their defenses. I can't even get a picture of their meetings anymore. But that's not why I'm here..." He dropped his hand to his side, his finger tips playing with the pants line along his waistline. Jin was trying to figure out how to properly ask this man a favor, having little to no interaction with him outside of meetings.
Then, giving himself an inward shrug, and deciding that perhaps just coming out with it was best when it came to Allister. "I'd really like it if you could make me something; a piece of training equipment, if you will." Jin started, his right hand coming up with his left hand departed from it's pocket home, and came up with it's other half; He planned on using his hands as a sort of emphasis booster. At least human's did it and it worked on T.V.
"You see, I've been thinking back, and trying to come up with an idea....a plan to training my subordinates." He started, his mind racing at a million miles an hour, trying his best to articulate exactly what he meant, to say the words in the best way possible. "This idea came to me while...intensely studying human culture." It was an interesting concept, aliens fighting against other aliens for the human race...what were they called...say-inns? "Is there any way we can create a field, in a controlled location, that increases the gravity? You know, adding resistance and the like, to build muscle?" As the last combination of words leaked outward into the air, Jin grinned once more placing both of his hands into his pockets. He was fairly proud of how he handled that situation
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Post by Edward Teach on Aug 14, 2013 0:52:34 GMT -5
12th Division had always been a fucked up area of Gotei 13's wonderful community. Much of that could be placed onto the leader of the group. Everything was just slapped together, no polish. It was slap happy as shit. That seemed to be the way Allistar worked, if it worked it looked good, no taste at all. It simply wasn't fabulous. Take that random ass boxing glove for example, there wasn't anything to it, it was simply there.
The two fools gathered at the door seemed to have found out about the sale on bleach and taken it straight to the face. Still, he really shouldn't be complaining about hair, it wasn't really his area of expertise. Indignity seemed to be a common theme that ran across his head. It caught the light like a becon, suddenly every single fool from every direction could see you and knew your shame. Perhaps he should buy a wig.
Then again, having a wig would just make him fit the criteria of Captain Fabulous, which wasn't the greatest thing ever. Still, that giant metal cube by Allistar simply had no style. He glanced down as the random fool got knocked down by the most obvious trap in the world. What a dronkey. Wait no. This guy, he remembered him from somewhere. Maybe one of those damn second rate countries, the kind that was always scampering around down on earth, asking for money with expensive ads.
No, he was a captain, yeah, definitely a captain. What a bore. Now he would want to talk about legal shit or something, when all Pooch had wanted was to smack Allister over the head a few times. It was shit like this... Still, he should probably introduce himself. "Hey. Been trying to meet you. Hey, must be a devil between us.Or whores in my head, Whores at my door, Whores in my bed. But hey where have you been?"
The introduction had probably been a bit pointless, but that was what polotics seemed to be. A whole group of people shoveling shit around, pretending they knew what was what. Hell, Pooch forgot his last name some of the time. Not that it mattered, that wasn't the top of conversation, that seemed to be how much of a fool this fool was. "Foolish fool."
Now this had just descended into name calling, which really ticked him off. No, it was time for him to be the bigger man and help up his fellow captain. Even if he had been completely rekt by a door. Perhaps it was simply experience arguing the fact that the trap was obvious. He had taken more then his fair share of blows to the chest, but still. He didn't fall over like a fucking twit. Then again, Jin seemed to be a total femboy. Probably the kind that dreamed of being a cat while eating someone elses toilet paper. It was a nasty place to be in the head, he should probably feel pity for him.
"See, the problem with training at higher gravity is that you get the power to read minds. It's a really messy fucking business. Every few minutes you'll have to zap someone short to share everything they couldn't see with their tiny bodies."
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Post by allister vane on Aug 14, 2013 2:30:41 GMT -5
Scratching his head lightly to appear confused, he listened along as Jin mentioned training in a controlled environment of increased gravity. Clearly Allister's fellow Captain had been watching a bit of Dragonball Z, though he seemed reluctant to admit to such a thing. Carefully searching for the right words to explain that he could do as Jin asked, yet still seem like a bit of a fool, there was a momentary pause before he began speaking, the silence becoming eerie over time.
"I suppose you'd like me to make a hyperbolic time chamber as well... Just kidding. Gravity manipulation, hm? I suppose it could work, but the real question I can't seem to answer is; Whether or not we'd define what we have as gravity. You see, our entire world is made up of Reishi, it has no mass whatsoever. Without mass, gravity cannot truly exist, can it? I'm going to have to come up with a new name for what we have." He paused for a moment once more, noticing a certain someone's Reiatsu off in the distance, closing in on the pair of captains. As he begun to laugh aloud, a ridiculous grin took hold of his face, and refused to let go.
Attempting to cease the nonsensical laughter, he finished what he began saying moments earlier, with light laughter breaking through after each few words. "Anyways, I could make something similar for you rather easily. Whether or not it would do you any genuine good however, I do not know. Though are you sure you wouldn't prefer a camera with which to spy on the Women's shinigami association instead? I could make a perfectly undetectable one for a nice pri---"
As he attempted to trail off into what seemed like shameless hustling (but was truly him changing the subject so he wouldn't have to make a time consuming gravity chamber), he was interrupted by the same certain someone who had been barreling his way towards them this whole time, as he finally revealed himself. With speeches of reading minds and using fool almost as many times as Mr T. did on a daily basis, it was clear Pooch was never going to change.
"How delightful, two of you in a single day. Maybe this means I won't have to bother attending the next captain's meeting. Anyways, Edward, what brings you down to my division today? Hopefully it's to insult my creations and proclaim the superiority of arts and crafts. I always find that quite amusing." Calmly shifting his long sleeved haori slightly, Allister pulled out another shinigami-safe cigarette from within the sealing compartment in which his Zanpakuto was also located, along with a lighter. As he lit it, his eyes traced between Jin and Pooch quickly.
He wondered how the two would get along. After all, the only contact they'd ever had was in captain's meetings, which Pooch always either slept through or missed entirely. Letting loose a large cloud of smoke, he waited to see what would ensue in the following moments. Either they would be the best of friends, or the worst of enemies. There wasn't much of a middle ground with Edward, it was just the type of man he was.
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Post by Jin Hoshigawa on Aug 14, 2013 12:36:47 GMT -5
Jin listened to the other captain. His eyes remaining on him, a small chuckle coming from his lips as the slightly more seasoned captain made a reference to the same show he had. It was amusing at the very least, coming to the realization that the other captain was right. Jin knew that as a realm. they were nothing but reishi. He also understood that mass was necessary when it came to the functionality of gravity, but things still had weight, they still had the ability to fall. If that wasn't gravity, then what was it? He nodded along, seeing as the captain seemed at least able to do something like it.
Jin attention was momentarily diverted when someone was closing in, but who were they? He recognized the reiatsu, at least a little bit but he wasn't sure exact- Wait, was Allister trying to sell him something? After a sudden shift in his attention, Jin grinned widely. A camera? Well, it would save him plenty of time, but there was nothing like being there yourself. Hue hue hue. But the possibilities were endless. I could go to see them, and train my subordinates. I may have to come back to this idea later. Then that reiatsu was getting closer, he was nearly here.
His ears perked up for a moment, he could hear someone, it was another captain? Was he running, or just walking with intensity. He turned his head to watch as the third man made his way to Jin and Allister. His eyes narrowed, but they opened again with a slightly wide grin. Was he..trying to rap? It was rather comical to watch. Between that, the bald head that could act as the perfect reflector to give someone a tan, and his own division, Jin didn't feel the slightest bit of shame. Even with his odd use of the word fool.
And what was this? Reading minds, from gravity training? Was he on speed or something? It would certainly explain just why he felt the need to rush over here like he was running the winter special Olympics. "Tell me something...Pooch is what you're called? Do you think you could make me a macaroni picture. I've been wanting to decorate my quarters. You know, get the Arts and Crafts master to make me a masterpiece." HE scoffed before once more turning his attention to Allister, he couldn't help but be taken aback slightly; was he smoking? Did anyone smoke in Soul Society? He hadn't seen it before...he was sure that there were some. He shook the idea, turning his attention once more back to the other man.
"I jest Pooch, what brings you out here anyway?" The question was simple, but Jin wasn't expecting an easy answer. No, no...an easy answer would be too much for him. Perhaps a rap monologue cataloging his day, or maybe he'll display his daily doings using the many art forms he's learned over the years. Oh the possibilities certainly amused him.
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Post by Edward Teach on Aug 18, 2013 1:15:21 GMT -5
It would appear that some people couldn't leave things alone. The title of captain was something that he had taken with the idea of fixing his stress levels, mallowing his mind out a little bit. It would seem however, that his partners would do anything they could to remind him that 'arts and crafts is duuuumb'. He rubbed his temple, watching Jin dance around in front of him, looking back and forth. This was really throwing things into a giant mess. Two fools poking fun. He could take it from Allistar, since that wasn't too much of a jest. But this Jin guy. He really pissed him off.
Perhaps it was the bleach in their hair, sinking into their skull, clearing out any form of common sense. It made sense in a kind of whack way. Maybe it was a cult thing. Like an inner circle made only for people with white hair. He had better dye his mustache then. He didn't want to be the only one out of this group.
"With your feet in the air and your head on the ground. You try this trick and spin it, yeah. But your head will collapse and there's nothing in it and you'll ask yourself, where is my mind." He mused aloud, his brain finally reaching a conclusion on the subject. "I was swimming in the Carribean, animals were hiding behind the rock. Except the little fish, but he told me he swears he tried to talk to me. "
Pooch stretched out his arms, clicking his fingers in various ways. After all, if he was going to break this guys face open, he didn't want to hurt his hand in the process. There had always been something about popping your knuckles that seemed supremely bad ass."Perhaps I had better work on some paper mache. You're gonna need it to replace the missing part of your skull."
The introduction had probably been a bit pointless, but that was what polotics seemed to be. A whole group of people shoveling shit around, pretending they knew what was what. Hell, Pooch forgot his last name some of the time. Not that it mattered, that wasn't the top of conversation, that seemed to be how much of a fool this fool was. "I will crawl, into the mountain. Sun shines in the rusty morning, skyline of the olympus mons I think about it sometimes "
He spread his legs, assuming a stable position. He was going to have to test the merit of this foolish fool. "Since you seem so forward to jest, I'll do you a favor. You can have the first hit." He said with a grin, holding his arms outstretched to either side of him. If the kid could put his money with his mouth, then maybe Pooch would let it slide, if not. Well.... "Hey Paul. Hey Paul. Hey Paul. Let's have a ball."
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Post by allister vane on Aug 18, 2013 18:54:54 GMT -5
Watching quietly as the pair of captains interacted, Allister smirked and mused along to himself quietly, noting the mistake Jin made when he chose his words so poorly. "Macaroni pictures... arts and crafts master... Oh my, much too amusing." He shook his head back and forth slowly, as if to imply Jin had made a mistake. "Now you've gone and done it, Jin. I'd draw your sword if I were you."
Allister casually shrugged, before Shunpo-ing to the very top of the 12th division's gate, just behind the two other captains. Casting his legs over the side of the giant structures, he sat firmly atop them and snapped his fingers, causing the inner-most parts of the entrance-ways to close, revealing a brightly glowing wall of sorts, while leaving the gated doors themselves swung open beneath the arch on which they were hinged. It was a security measure he'd installed when he first became Captain of this division, and the glowing wall would ensure no stray Reiatsu would slip through if a battle broke loose, protecting his division.
"I would make the hit count, Jin. Edward isn't known for his abilities to hold back in combat, and his fighting style isn't very artistic, as ironic as that seems. Letting him walk away with no wounds would just create more trouble for you." He laughed lightly, obviously enjoying the idea of watching two captain level combatants going at it. While he had no intent to interrupt or throw himself into the mix, something told him he may have to if things got too out of hand. After all, if they both let loose too much, it could mean a pretty big repair bill on the soul society's part, and an angry Yamamoto as well.
"Try to keep it civil, though, you two. I'd hate to have to interrupt and stop you forcefully. After all, I'm not paying for any repairs that this sector of soul society would require. Not after the last time you made a mess down here, Edward." Intertwining his fingers and placing his hands in his lap, he began to spectate. He figured neither one would take very kindly to the idea of Allister stopping them with force, though Pooch would probably assume he was incapable of doing so.
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Post by Jin Hoshigawa on Aug 18, 2013 23:44:24 GMT -5
Jin's eyes seemed fixated on the larger man at this point. The way he spoke, the way he walked, just everything about him was making Jin angry. So angry he wanted nothing more than to rip that stupid mustache off of his face. He looked like he was trying to bring back some stupid fad, but it only made him come off like a douche. Jin could feel his muscles tensing up, the hairs along the back of his neck standing on end. His basic animal instincts were taking over, everything else just becoming noise in the background. At this point he had completely ignored what Allister had said about drawing his sword, although to be fair that wouldn't be much of an issue later on.
Paper mache? Oh ho that was it. Jin didn't care one bit about what this man said from that point on. He wasn't joking any longer, but more insults wouldn't hurt. "Paper Mache? Yeah, you can work on that while you show your class of shinigami with down syndrome how to make some proper finger paintings." The man continued to spout nonsensical gibberish out of his mouth. Was he...were they songs? Was he such an idiot that he couldn't even articulate his own sentences without ripping off another persons work? Jin grinned, the fire in his gut boiling, his heart was pounding and he could feel the rush of adrenaline taking over.
His attention almost completely fixated on the other man, his body turned to completely face him before he opened his arms wide; inviting a free hit. He wanted Jin to take the first shot? He was absolutely flabbergasted at this point. Idiotic, arrogant, and utterly ridiculous. He eerily reminded the younger captain of himself but if he wanted him to take the first shot, he would. That was when he heard Allisters voice. Jin's mind snapping out of pure rage for a moment to listen in on to what the other man had to say. Allister didn't like holding back? Well that was fine by the other captain.
"Don't worry Allister. Civil is my middle name." Jin's fingertips played along the hilt of his blade before he started to draw it from it's sheath. His crimson hued orbs staring at the man; no hesitation, not a single blink. He had but one goal in the back of his mind; make this bastard hurt. The only issue with that plan was his own lack of strength. Jin wasn't particularly strong physically, and even his control could use some work but he wasn't going to pass up on the chance to take the free shot. His mind raced with ideas, thoughts and plans. Strategies, and battle tactics to use in this contest. His breathing began to slow before he finally decided it was time to make his move.
He wasn't sure what this other man was capable of, or if he knew any kidou. Though that seemed like Jin's best bet to start. Jin brought his left hand back to his waist, his lips starting to move as a short combination of words calmly drifted outward. "Hado # 34: Kongōbaku (Adamantine Blast)" A blast of red energy shot forth from his hands just before he made his move, shunpoing behind the other captain. He gripped the hilt of his blade with both hands, slashing downward from the mans right shoulder to his lower left back. With the blade finishing it's descent Jin would take this time to shunpo back to give him some breathing space. He wasn't sure where the other man would go, or what he would do.
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Post by Edward Teach on Sept 11, 2013 4:55:37 GMT -5
The idea of a single value was a unique one. There was only one, none others. That's it. Just one. Some people, however failed to grasp the subject. Perhaps it was all the difficult numbers you had to cross to get to it. Like, zero-point-five and zero-point-nine, which was really damn close but not exactly on the money. This fool, however, had managed to fuck up on such a grand scale it made him want to cry. Two attacks. That's like, twice as much as one. Double trouble, double D's.
Maybe his theory about the damn bleach had been correct. Allistar never did stupid shit like this though. His opponent yelled out some stupid Hado. He could barely remember this shit, Allistar could, but that was him, and 'him' was a fag. Still, his current position offered very little defense, as in, no defense. Taking his opportunity he mumbled some phrase as the fool mumbled through his own. "Stacy's mom has got it going on."
"Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?" His arms taking on the familiar ting and power that he had become so used to. It still tickled a bit, but he would probably get over that one day. Maybe. He stepped backwards, swinging his body to the left, using his right foot as a pivot point. This allowed for the little ball of hate to fly right past him, hitting something that Allistar surely wouldn't be happy about. But fuck that guy and his stupid rules."Expect me nigger like you expect jesus to come back." Something about that sentence didn't fit, maybe he should rephrase it. He opened his mouth to speak once more as his foolish attacker preformed his foolish, foolish move. He cocked his arm out, catching the blow on his elbow due to his new angle from him. Taking in those tasty, tasty energons.
It was his foes next step that really caught him off guard. teleporting back in front of a foe who clearly has no range. A truly genius move indeed. The history books would remember this,the day a mere man broke all strategy"Last chance fancy pants!" Utalizing the position of his already cocked back arm, he fired it towards his foe, with an open palm, aiming at his face, attempting to grab him by the front of his skull.
"Once upon a time, a woman was picking up firewood. She came upon a poisonous snake frozen in the snow. She took the snake home and nursed it back to health. One day the snake bit her on the cheek. As she lay dying, she asked the snake, 'Why have you done this to me?' And the snake answered, 'Look, bitch, you knew I was a snake.' Do you understand, when you come here you're knocking on the dragons door fool. Placin' your order, but the problem for a foolish fool like you is, the special is a big ol' can of Woop Ass" He barked out, his other hand fishing around in his pocket for a cigar.
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