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Post by Ikkyu Akiyama on Oct 27, 2013 16:12:37 GMT -5
E ven if I close my eyes You're Still Watching me ♠Ikkyu Akiyama ♠Words: 544 ♠Notes: --- He was starting to get over what had happened a few weeks before. Ikkyu was getting back into his duties, though he didn't seem to have any orders that were far outside of the Vatican, let alone outside of the city. He was relieved by that fact. He got to stick to what he knew, stay where he could go to work every night and be surrojunded by girls that comforted their "sweet Ikki". He had even started to spend time with some visored he met in a rather odd way that he had no time to get into. More or less, he was getting his old life back. Nightmares had even become more rare over the weeks. He could focus once again.
His latest job was simply training one of the new humans that some one he actually knew conscripted. It was amazing how common it was for Blood's workers to be a part of Consecro, creepy even. If he wanted to that man could probably overthrow the entire thing. Those thoughts aside though, he spent the day before recalling all of his old lessons, thinking it would probably be easier if he had actually been able to see them. That was when he came up with a great idea. That morning he left his apartment with the one thing that would make his training work best.
Ikkyu was waiting in a large room that was set apart for training new recruits. He had made sure that nobody else was going to be there for this special first training session. While he was waiting he was looking over information that had been gathered about the girl he would be meeting. Her name bothered him for some reason. He quickly brushed that off though. There wasn't really a way that she could be related to anything he knew of that would give him some trouble. Oddly enough there was no picture of her. Either she had been beaten up pretty bad or she was just really good at dodging photos. So when he said he was looking over ther information, he was really trying to imagine what she looked like based on what was there. She seemed pretty enough in his head, perhaps even hot. Becoming a teacher might not be so bad. He could maybe abuse some power of his to train her to fight off mind control. Oh yes he could do that really well.
Then he remembered the divide he had brought to make training easier on his side. He looked down to the blindfold he had gotten through means he didn't feel like going into. Blindfolds were the ultimate defense against him anyway. His eye twitched with some annoyance. He really needed to learn how to move past that part of his powers. It really tended to get in the way of... well everything he needed to do when it came to a fight. It was honestly way more annoying than it needed to be. At that moment he decided he would only use the blindfold half of the time. The other half would be devoted to falling in love with him and getting laid.. er.. training her mental abilities. Yeah, that was what it was.
Stats:HAN: 10 ♠ REI: 14 ♠ HAK: 8 ♠ SEI: 16 ♠ BUK: 16 ♠ HOH: 12 |
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Post by Sayuri Ualas on Nov 3, 2013 6:34:48 GMT -5
 Sayuri sighed as she sat on her cot. She was leaning against the wall, staring across the barracks-style housing she’d been assigned to after being chosen by what the weirdos here called a Sigil. She wasn’t really sure how to deal with the sudden change in her life. One moment, life had been going well for her. She had a job, contented twins and a stronger grasp of her spiritual sight. She had been happy again. And then that stupid beast – a Hollow, or whatever – had decided to fuck things up for her.
The thought made her hands angrily clench into fists. Because of that thing, she’d nearly died and then been abducted by some religious weirdo to join this…Consecro organization. She had never heard of the group before. At first, she’d thought she was going to be sold into prostitution or something like that. Instead, she’d been whisked away to freaking Rome of all places. Apparently it was the headquarters for this group – and they worked with the Vatican. Sayuri didn’t know much about the Vatican beyond the basics. It was the headquarters for Catholicism, her father’s old faith before he’d married her mother.
She’d tried explaining that she was a Shintoist, raised in the old traditions. She didn’t believe in this Christian mumbo-jumbo nor was she interested in it. They had told her that her personal beliefs were irrelevant. She was being inducted into the order and that was the end of that discussion. She had wanted to argue, but the guy in charge at Karakura had given her an eerie feeling. He was powerful, far too put-together – like a kept man, except he didn’t have the same air to him – and inordinately polite and kind to her. The whole farce had been weirdly sincere and strained at the same time.
Then she’d arrived in Rome and the first thing they did was whisk her away to the Vatican itself. There had been an orientation of sorts with some other recruits, but it had been brief – basically a recap of what the man in Karakura had told her. Then they had been taken somewhere deep beneath the Vatican! They’d been shown to a barracks and given some standard uniforms before Sayuri had been marched away to a vault. She’d walked through row after row of obviously ancient and priceless artifacts, led through the vault by a pair of Guardians. It was a rank within the Consecro, but she had no idea how high up the chain they were. She supposed it didn’t really matter, but she would’ve felt better knowing. Whatever the case, they were in charge of the Sigils she was led past.
They were quite pleased when a sword sheath started rattling on her approach. As soon as they paused beside the sheath, the cross that was nestled atop it started to ooze a strange substance. She’d cringed away from it, but the Guardians had told her the oozing indicated this Sigil was meant for her. They’d told her to take the necklace and sword – the items were hers now. She’d made a face of disgust before gingerly picking up the cross and slipping it on so that it dangled beside her mother’s sapphire necklace. Once she’d picked up the sheath, she’d been escorted out of the vault, informed her training would begin tomorrow and taken back to the barracks.
She’d proceeded to sit in the dark after lights-out and mull over everything that had happened. She was pretty much over the shock of it all by now. It left her clear-headed enough to really analyze the situation. She had none of her usual clothes, no one familiar nearby to help her out – they hadn’t even let her take her iPod with her. All she had was the clothes she’d been given: plain shirts, some sleeveless some not, all in various shades of grey; matching pants in a few different styles, all functional and grey; and legitimate combat boots, not the stupid fashionable things worn by idiots outside of the military. She’d basically been drafted into this organization – like it was preparing an army. She doubted it was an army to conquer the world – at least, maybe not the human world. From what she’d seen and felt, everyone here had a decent amount of spiritual energy. In other words, they were like Colin. It was an army of highly trained Colins, a daunting prospect considering the strength her brother had eventually obtained after death.
And she was now part of that army. She shook her head in disbelief. She’d only recently begun seeing Hollows and the like. Now she suspected she was supposed to fight them. How fucked up was that? More importantly, how was she going to get out of this? She had no way of contacting her brothers – at least not until her training was over – and she certainly couldn’t contact Colin. Her mind had spun around trying to come up with ways out, leaving her restless and unable to sleep that first night. The next day had been another orientation to get the newbies into a routine. But just before she’d gone to bed, she’d been pulled aside and told she’d have a tutor to help her out for a while. She was to meet him in one of the training rooms in the morning for her first training session. She’d frowned for a moment before shrugging and nodding.
Her sleep had been fitful at best and she’d woken up several hours before anyone else. So now she sat, idly stroking the sheath of her swords while she waited for the wake-up call. When it came she hopped off her cot, belted on the sheath and trotted to breakfast. She quickly scarfed down the food – it was either eat quickly or not at all because the taste was just nasty – and headed off with a Guardian to meet her trainer. She wasn’t happy about it, but there was no other option right now. So if she was going to be stuck here for the time being, she may as well learn as much as she could. She sighed as they stopped outside the training room door. “This is it, then,” she muttered as the Guardian opened the door. She wrinkled her nose as she stepped into the surprisingly large room. The door shut behind her. There was a tall, lean man waiting for her. She walked over to him. “I am Sayuri Ualas. I guess you’re supposed to be my trainer?” She bowed slightly. “It is an honor to meet you, sir.”
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Post by Ikkyu Akiyama on Nov 3, 2013 13:14:20 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=Valign,top][atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #D3D7DA; border-left: solid 3px #B3BEC7; border-right: solid 3px #B3BEC7,bTable] As the glittering starry sky illuminates the world, The eternal nightscape spreads out tenderly This was all really starting to take too long for Ikkyu's tastes. It was quite the thing how he had gotten so impatient in the past few years. Maybe he had just shown up too early. He didn't have that much to do compared to usual. Still though he woke up early, only the walk to the Vatican on his to do list. He had taken off from work, and somehow Blood had allowed it. It seemed that way at least. Ikkyu could never really tell what the man was thinking about sometimes.
Just as he was about to go find someone and complain about the girl, he heard someone outside of the door. It seemed he wasn't going to have to send out a tracking party after all. He pulled himself together, setting the file on the girl down on a small table, really hoping there wasn't some beast of a woman on the other side of that door. He had enough let downs in his life. He tried to prepare for maybe some things not meeting his high expectations. It seemed he hadn't prepared enough though. The door opened up, and some one stepped inside. It was easily enough to assume this was going to be the girl he was training. When he laid eyes on her though, he got a sick feeling in his stomach. He suddenly wished that she had gone on and ditched him.
It wasn't that she was disgustingly ugly. She was actually a cute woman. Her looks brought up an entirely different concern. This woman bore an uncanny resemblance to a certain arrancar Ikkyu would have preferred to completely forget. An image of that man even flashed in his mind for a moment, standing in the girl's place. His eyes widened in his frightful shock, showing his fear, and he might have grown a few shades whiter. It was sure to be a bit of an oddity to the new recruit. That was the last thing on his mind at that moment though.
The girl walked up to him, and as she spoke, Ikkyu snapped out of his own mind. He wasn't sure when she had reached him, but he turned his eyes back down to her. They were still a bit wide with surprise, but nothing more than that. It was then that he noticed how strange his actions must have been. They didn't even make sense to him. So what if this woman looked like that guy? She was right around his own age. Arrancars were hundred and hundreds of years old. There was no way there could be a connection beyond a few dozen great grandfathers at best. Ikkyu ran a hand back through his hair, putting on a smile to try and lighten up the dark aura that had likely taken over him. He really needed to start getting over these things.
"That's correct. I'm Ikkyu Akiyama. It's a pleasure to meet you" he got that old smirkish smile on his face. He even went as far as to wink at her. Now that he was really looking at her, he realized she wasn't that hard to look at all. She wasn't a goddess or anything, but she was a lot prettier than a number of the girls that came to see him. He could live with this fact just fine. "You don't have to call me sir either. It makes me feel so old" he sighed out in an amused tone, knowing how cliché he sounded.
He turned around to look back at her file, flipping through a few pages. Honestly there wasn't enough there, but he could try. "Before we get started here, are you familiar with any kind of weapon?" he asked, looking back over to the girl. He didn't feel there was a need to bring up why he had acted so weird a few moments before. Ikkyu was plenty intent on acting like it had never happened in fact. This girl probably wasn't knowledgeable to believe his explanation. It wasn't really that believable to be justified anyway. There was no point going about and complication things. They were here to train and things like that. Things like that included Ikkyu flirting in his more subtle ways and then Sayuri falling head over heels for him just because he could pull that kind of thing off.
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Post by Sayuri Ualas on Nov 17, 2013 22:31:51 GMT -5
Sayuri wrinkled her brow very slightly. Her trainer had been staring at her with wide eyes. He had seemed…frightened by the sight of her. That was ridiculous, though. What reason could he possibly have to be scared of her? He was probably older than her and more experienced with this kind of work – not to mention even she could sense that he was much stronger than her spiritually. It wasn’t on par with Colin’s strength, but it still far outstripped hers. Besides which, she had never seen this man before in her life. Yet he seemed to recognize her…or perhaps someone who looked a good deal like her? She filed the thought away for further contemplation and let her brow go smooth as he finally introduced himself.
But the moment a smirking smile quirked his lips, Sayuri immediately felt a strong sense of disquiet. He wasn’t going to hit on her was he? She wasn’t here to flirt or find a man. To be fair, she wasn’t exactly here by choice either, but if she was going to be here she wasn’t going to let herself be distracted. Her lips turned down in a slight frown as he winked at her. This was a joke, right? This kind of shit only happened in movies, after all – the older, experienced fighter training and falling for the younger, naïve protégé. She almost shivered at the thought. It wasn’t that he was unattractive. He was actually rather handsome in his own way. It was just his eyes. She didn’t like the look in them. Hell, she didn’t like the look of them. There was something…off about them. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but somehow they were just not normal.
Her body tensed up as he told her she didn’t have to call him sir before letting out an amused sigh. Yup – he had made her creep list. She tried to shake off her irritation as he asked her if she was familiar with any kind of weapon. Despite his flirtation, he was still her trainer. She couldn’t just deck him like she did Fullbuster and Knight. Not only would it end in embarrassing failure, she would also probably be severely punished for it. She didn’t have the time for that. So she swallowed her pride for the moment, looked at the bridge of his nose and answered in a perfectly even tone. “My father trained me how to fight with a claidheamh mòr.” She paused for a moment, realizing Mr. Akiyama probably wouldn’t recognize those words. “That’s known as a claymore in plain English. Other than that, I’ve never handled a weapon. It’s been a while since I’ve used a claymore. I prefer unarmed martial arts as I’ve been trained in them since I was a young child.” She shrugged. “It’s kind of a family tradition.”
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Post by Ikkyu Akiyama on Nov 17, 2013 23:26:33 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=Valign,top][atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #D3D7DA; border-left: solid 3px #B3BEC7; border-right: solid 3px #B3BEC7,bTable] As the glittering starry sky illuminates the world, The eternal nightscape spreads out tenderly The girl hardly looked excited to be there and talking to him. Ikkyu just kept on smiling though. It was understandable. He knew she was here by force, so it was only natural that she wouldn't be all that happy. She could at least try and enjoy herself as much as she could though. Ikkyu didn't like to toot his own horn... that often, but he would surely say that she lucked out when it came down to the trainer she got. He didn't exactly know what most of his own trainers had looked like when he first joined Consecro, but he knew a lot of the current ones were absolute beasts when it came to appearances. He really was hoping he hadn't gotten assigned to some prude. If it came down to that he'd likely just send her off to one of those other trainers who would be a lot less nice and a Hell of a lot less nice looking than he was.
Everyone at least deserved a shot though. Surely Sayuri would warm up to him soon, whether it was her own choice or not. He'd give her the morning.. a few hours... a couple of minutes to decide which one it was going to be. He wasn't about to be tortured by having to come in for such a hassle of a duty when he could have been spending time at his other job, enjoying his time. That in mind, he pushed aside the unattractive frown she was wearing. She was being so serious, so he just listened, arching his brow when she brought up the use of some word he had never heard of. Clearly he appreciated her explanation about what the fuck she was even talking about. Then she just went on talking, and he took a seat on the table, crossing his legs as he did so, looking pretty laid back about the entire thing.
Sayuri finished up her explanation of the fighting experience she had. He almost wanted to make a joke about using her hands, but he decided this wasn't the time or place for that. That was an Ikki kind of joke. Instead he just smiled, holding back the chuckle that tickled that back of his throat. It only took him a moment to get over that though. He was skilled at keeping his lives separate. That done and over with, he uncrossed his legs only to switch them up and cross them again. "Well, what I'm thinking would be a good start is to see just how well you were already trained". It was a pretty obvious course of action. Consecro hardly had one fighting style, but he figured he could judge easily enough just how effective hers was based on how much effort it took to completely negate anything she threw at him. Maybe that was why he got assigned to this chick. His powers were hardly... useful against any kind of physical attack. It made sense to him. People were so smart. That meant he was too for figuring it out.
"So why don't you come at me?" he offered, though he didn't get up from his very relaxed seated position. It might have been a slap in the face. but honestly, Ikkyu was pretty sure Sayuri already knew she was outclassed here. She wouldn't be semi-behaving if she didn't figure that out already. To make up for it though, Ikkyu smiled kindly over to her, hoping using some charm would help her calm down some. He made eye contact for a moment, though he didn't do anything with it. He couldn't give anything away so easily. It was just a friendly gesture, and a pretty normal thing to do. She looked pretty wary of him though, maybe he was also trying to get her to chill out and stop being suspicious, even though it was justified.
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Post by Sayuri Ualas on Dec 6, 2013 1:40:31 GMT -5
Every passing moment made Sayuri like her trainer less and less. That amused smile he gave her after she explained her fighting experience was insulting. She knew that smile – not from him, perhaps, but from plenty of others. It was a smile that said the person either wasn’t taking her seriously or was thinking of something nasty. Often it was an aggravating combination of the two. And when Mr. Akiyama spoke next, his tone and words just confirmed her conclusion. She hated that smile with a passion, but she couldn’t just leap at Mr. Akiyama and try to cave his face in. She wasn’t strong enough for that yet.
“So why don’t you come at me?”
Mr. Akiyama didn’t move from his relaxed position on the table as he issued his challenge. Yeah, he definitely didn’t think much of her at all. No matter how kindly he smiled at her, it didn’t change the fact that he didn’t consider her any kind of threat. Smug bastard. She took a deep breath and briefly closed her eyes when he made eye contact. All right, then. If that was the way he wanted to treat her, she would have to take this as seriously as possible. She couldn’t lose her temper and she couldn’t lose control. So she took all the emotions she’d been feeling since her conscription and imagined she was releasing it all into the wind. Her body was soon relaxed and limber, her breathing steady and deep.
Without opening her eyes, she slowly began circling the table. She kept her distance from it and from Mr. Akiyama. Now that she was calm, her awareness of her surroundings was sharper while her movement was fluid and precise. She could feel the slight draft blowing through the training room, smell the cologne Mr. Akiyama was wearing – she could even hear quiet susurration of his breathing. But there was no rustle of fabric, so he wasn’t turning to follow her movements. Good.
She paused for the span of a few heartbeats behind the table and Mr. Akiyama. Taking a deep, silent breath, she suddenly dashed forward. Placing her hands flat on the table, she hauled herself up onto the table in one fluid motion. Balanced on her hands, she swung her legs forward and kicked at Mr. Akiyama’s back with both feet. Curling her legs back, she launched into a backflip off the table and landed in a squat before rolling forward and under the table. Once under the table she unsheathed the butterfly swords and waited, listening for her trainer’s next move. HAN:1 REI:3 HAK:6 SEI:1 BUK:6 HOH:6 |
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Post by Ikkyu Akiyama on Dec 12, 2013 20:39:20 GMT -5
Ikkyu watched as the girl made her run. He didn't even turn to face her as she ran around the table. He didn't really see a reason to go about doing something like that. With a smile on his face, he just went on looking ahead at the doors. He kept his ears open though, running through situations in his head. The most likely would be an attack from behind. That's where the footsteps were coming from. He was a smart guy. He could figure things like this out.
It turned out that was exactly what was going to be going down. He was a matter. He let out a quiet chuckle from the back of his throat, reaching down to the hilt of his own blade. Just as soon as he heard her hands hit the table, Ikkyu drew his katana. He didn't swing it at her, nor did he thrust it back to hit his student. Instead, the blade ran along the length of his back, blockibg the incoming attack. He was feeling more than good about his block. He hadn't been expecting how much force might have been behind the girl's kick. He was shoved forward slightly. Well, that was certainly unexpected. It seemed herprior training really had paid off some. How about that.
Ikkyu looked around, trying to spot her; but he didn't see any sought of her. That left just one place for her to be. Silently he leaned forward, looking under the table. Add expected that's where she was. She had her eyes closed. That was just a downer. If she already knew how to block out the world around her, he didn't really have a reason to use the blindfold he had brought. He would have to get a bit creative with that it seemed. In the meantime, there was a spar to take care of. He swung his blade around, holding it so it poined down towards the table. He waited a moment longer, going as far as to holding hisbreath so Sayuri would get no traces. After a few moments, he stabbed his sword down into the surface of the table, siming right for one of her own drawn blades. He might have been showing off a bit with his control and aim, but was that really shocking.
"Sight is really something you should try and use from time to time. It really is a blessing" he would know that better than anyone. He leaned forward again, looking at the upside down view of the woman. He put on a smile, expecting her to open her eyes now. If nothing else she would probably want to glare at him. She really was just a cold bitch. She was very serious like that. How lame.
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