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Post by Hideyoshi Shirotaka on Oct 28, 2013 9:11:49 GMT -5
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✖ COUNT TO TEN FALL APART AND THEN START AGAIN; ALWAYS STAYS THE SAME, NOTHING EVER CHANGES. The 10th Squad Lieutenant swept his blue-green gaze over the city below, his high vantage point failing to fascinate him.
Time was a dull affair, most often. Two centuries of living in this place had long since worn its novelty into nothing; these days, Hideyoshi did what he had known all his comparatively short living span; serve those that stood above him, a sycophant to their every whim and desire. Only now, he was sometimes allowed a brief period of solace.
Was it better or worse? He knew not.
He was a Lieutenant now, under a Captain he respected, in a Division of what seemed to largely be layabouts. Confusing indeed. Theoretically, he commanded them, but in theory only; if he was the right-hand man of Jin Hoshigawa, then that was not the arm used to indicate any sort of direction. It was the one he was guarded and served directly by.
Such musings swirled about the Shinigami's head as he tilted slightly over the railing of the straight bridge he had stopped on, suspended between two fort towers situated none too far from the 10th Squad headquarters. In fact, looking out, Hideyoshi could see the slate of walled buildings from here. His arms rested upon the top bar, superficially preventing any from tumbling off; if the Lieutenant wished, he could take to the air at any time he wished, and that drew his gaze up towards the sky, strewn as it was by pure-white, drifting cloud.
His Zanpakuto, an extension which was valued more by some than others, and of which Hideyoshi was perhaps in a class entirely to himself, rested at his left hip, and its presence was felt constantly. Whether a cruelty or a blessing, its true form was the only token of his past life that Hideyoshi had left.
"She was most fond of cloudy days." The man reminded himself, summoning no expression from his features. "'Because if the sky were purely blue, you might forget how beautiful it was.'" He then recited, and shrunk into himself a little more.
Lest that nagging void gape any wider.
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Post by Kimiko Sakurai on Oct 28, 2013 10:46:42 GMT -5
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ETERNAL HUNGER
Anger is useful only to a certain point. After that, it becomes rage, and rage will make you careless.
A delicate finger lightly brushed the top of her lips, her brows furrowed while her mind was occupied with thought, eyes vacant and staring forward. The other arm rested beneath her elbow across her stomach as support while she pondered. Kimiko couldn’t find her lieutenant even if it was to save his life, most likely from her given the circumstances. She stood at the entrance to the quarters of the 11th Squad, her back to the courtyard outside as she peered in, knowing he was already absent of the building. She turned and sighed, the duties weren’t terribly important and could wait, but her waiting to tell him later gave him less time to complete them at his leisure. A sacrifice he had made by abandoning the quarters in pursuit of other desires. The sky above was beautiful, the shade of blue a favorite of the Captain’s, even with the clouds sharing the landscape with their blotted shapes. Kimiko was dressed in her typical gear, a black jacket with matching long suit pants, underneath her black jacket a white collared shirt while above her sleeveless Captain’s haori with the 11th Squad insignia displayed on her back for those curious to her allegiance. Her hands and legs wrapped in their respective gauntlets or greaves, the rest of her weapons carried on her body as usual. Her pace had been carrying her towards the academy, curious if she could find her respective second in command amongst the halls for practice. Her violet eyes caught glimpse of a shinigami, though sadly not her lieutenant, he was at least a good start to her efforts in search of him. The man looked familiar but she couldn’t place a name, her ignorance for the other squads wasn’t due to her lack of respect or care to learn their names, just that she had trouble keeping up when the structure changed. New souls arrived often, and their power differed from one to the next, if a more powerful soul came along then they had right to challenge for a position of worth. She approached him across the bridge silently, not wanting to disturb his odd moment on the bridge alone. The thought hadn’t crossed her mind that she was intruding on his required off time, but if required she would leave after asking a question. Her thoughts had shifted though, eager to find out what appeared to be bugging the man, his gaze drifting far away. Her eyes followed his in a quick glance, noting the lack of interest at the destination and coming to the conclusion it was a mental image that he gazed after. Coming closer she came to overhear a few words, though struggling to understand their concept considering her recent arrival. Coming to stand next to the man, she couldn’t help but remain silent for a moment, his words drifting into the air a moment as if an ethereal response would come back. Lacking any sort of response, Kimiko leaned against the railing with her arms. |
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Post by Hideyoshi Shirotaka on Oct 28, 2013 11:26:51 GMT -5
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✖ COUNT TO TEN FALL APART AND THEN START AGAIN; ALWAYS STAYS THE SAME, NOTHING EVER CHANGES. It was not till the voice struck out that Hideyoshi noticed a second presence.
Alarmed, he showed little outwardly, and merely slid his turquoise optics sideways - lo and behold, his companion was Kimiko Sakurai, Captain of the 11th Squad, uncommon beauty and, above all, superior to himself. His posture erected, though he could not quite muster the energy to make the action swift as duty could well have demanded - but it did not seem in the mood. The Lieutenant's hands clasped behind his back.
"Captain." He addressed, nodding sidelong at her, but continuing to stare out at the vastness that lay before him. There was little wind, but this height was considerable, and a zephyr brushed at his olive-blonde mane. "Yes, yes it is... my apologies, my thoughts had me distracted." He explained, tired of this sycophantic business, to speak truly; Kimiko's quote was not nearly as profound as hers... but then, at least the Captain was very much present.
Finally, he turned his head in full, the merest bit shorter than Kimiko's impressive height, though posture may have presently bridged the divide. "Is there something you require? I can leave, if necessary." He offered, thinking that perhaps she had arrived here seeking meditation of her own. Between the two imperious towers, and uninhabited for the moment, the long, thin bridge had a sort of serenity, if one could appreciate the peace of being minute.
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Post by Kimiko Sakurai on Oct 28, 2013 11:53:49 GMT -5
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ETERNAL HUNGER
Anger is useful only to a certain point. After that, it becomes rage, and rage will make you careless.
Her appearance had done more harm than she had intended, an unfortunate side affect of the haori she was required to wear, otherwise she would abandon it for all intents and purpose aside from division representation. She couldn't help but feel a little guilty for disrupting his peace and quiet, especially with the added affect of making him feel obligated to adjust himself based on her appearance alone. A quick wave of her hand showed her displeasure at his adjustments, she herself remained relaxed against the rail. |
[/b][/ul] She was somewhat hoping to make a friend out of the man if possible, she didn't like people acting as though she were their superior. Instead she would encourage normal behavior, finding the latter more comfortable to respond and fit in with. Whether this displeasure at people showing respect to her position came from her abundant age or not wasn't clear to the woman yet, but either way it made her feel too strict in her appearance. [/ul] The day was still young and she had every intention to investigate the man before her, it dawned on her rather shockingly that she didn't even have a name or rank that she could refer to him as however, her own ignorance to the opposing divisions roster was not a rare feat. She didn't want to seem rude by asking, but not knowing would only make things worse from here. [/ul] [/div][/td][/tr][/table] [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;]MADE BY AYU OF BACK TO NEVERLAND ( ★) |
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Post by Hideyoshi Shirotaka on Oct 28, 2013 12:47:54 GMT -5
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✖ COUNT TO TEN FALL APART AND THEN START AGAIN; ALWAYS STAYS THE SAME, NOTHING EVER CHANGES. There were those among the Gotei 13 who would have taken Hideyoshi's response as being lacking, but apparently Kimiko Sakurai was quite the opposite. Being berated for apologizing was always a dilemma, and Hideyoshi had to bite down on the first thought that attempted to escape his mouth. Instead, he silently turned and inclined his person slightly, bowing to her, but less deeply than he usually would have, perhaps.
"Thank you, Captain," Though it did not sound as though he was relieving much. "I know of Ryuuto, but I'm afraid I don't know his current whereabouts." Informed the Shinigami, using a contraction where he would ordinarily not have. His smile was small, then, but it was there. Pausing on a thought and peripheral anomaly, the man directed his gaze toward his right breast and flapped back the peaked lapel of his tuxedo that had been lying incorrectly, disturbed his wistful leaning, no doubt. There was something a little awkward about the male's expression, then, as he fully grasped that this individual had observed him in a moment of weakness. Curse a Captain's ability to hide their spiritual presence.
...Was he truly upset, though? Perhaps it was a blessing.
Hideyoshi had no reason to be disappointed at her innocence as to his name; though he held a lofty position, he had hardly held it long, and had not exactly waved it in the face of anyone. "Hideyoshi Shirotaka, Captain. Lieutenant of the Tenth Division." He explained, of course not having to ask who she was in return. Even the residents of Rukongai would likely know at least her name.
"Recently elected; no offense taken." He assured, and as he bowed his head slightly he realized that he had slipped into the role of the flatterer without conscious intent. Disappointing and not unexpected. Taking an audible breath through his nostrils, the Shinigami turned his head to look out again at the view. His hands had meant to remain diligently in their place, though though they had not, and the left extension sought the scabbard of Awashin'ai, then. Once Hideyoshi realized what he had done, he figured there was little use in reversing it. Again, momentarily, he became distant, though with an effort to remain at least obviously aware of the woman's continued presence.
"When I was a human being, I served as butler to a noblewoman. Old habits die hard... and I remember her often." He gave, having the consciousness to turn back to present company when he was finished, face rather blank, but less downcast than it had been.
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Post by Kimiko Sakurai on Oct 28, 2013 19:57:11 GMT -5
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ETERNAL HUNGER
Anger is useful only to a certain point. After that, it becomes rage, and rage will make you careless.
She was hoping that if her own dismissal of protocol wasn't enough to drive his forced behavior away then time with her would, showing that her appreciation and requirement for the strict appearance of those around her was unnecessary. Though she could imagine it would be hard to make such a harsh jump when you could easily be punished for it by others. While they were still a militant faction in a sense, she felt that given the circumstances such harsh control was unnecessary in a social setting. Whether Hideyoshi came to the conclusion or not was dependent on the conversation. The thanks was quickly returned with a slight nod of her own to acknowledge his appreciation, though the tone wasn't quite as she had hoped. She let it pass, instead listening to his mention of Ryuuto. Her asking hadn't proven any answer however, only recognition that her Lieutenant did actually exist and confirmed that she hadn't conceived the notion of having one. Which was at least some progress, as his lack of appearance lately made her wonder if she had been going insane every time they'd spoken. |
[/ul] She noted his displeasure at the smallest difference in his appearance. Something she felt in common with the man, and something that wasn't born through Shinigami life, it was often a result of something before they were transcended to this world. Her eyes focused on his chest pocket for a moment, the one he had adjusted, without realizing her own lapse. Her mind was trying to grab at something which wasn't there, her amnesia of her human life obviously the target of the reminder. It was something that she herself would have done, to uphold her appearance, but why it was important to her was amiss. She blinked rapidly for a moment, her trance broken by the voice of the lieutenant before her. A smile crossing her lips momentarily as she humbly bowed at his acquaintance being made. Hideyoshi Shirotaka. A name she wouldn't likely forget again. It became apparent as to why she hadn't known the man's name however, his own position only being acquired lately as described by the man. She felt a little relieved she hadn't made a complete fool of herself. [/ul] Her eyes catching the movement of his hand in the corner of his eyes, though not aggressive, it still made her curious to his intentions. It hadn't taken long before he explained however, his own position in his past life still casting motions on his current. It was something she could relate to, often her body reacted without delay, for reasons which escaped her. It was odd how it happened, she had likely been alive for a very, very small portion of her current life. She had two and a half millennium in her current life, but even still actions from her life affected her now. [/ul] [/div][/td][/tr][/table] [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;]MADE BY AYU OF BACK TO NEVERLAND ( ★) |
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Post by Hideyoshi Shirotaka on Oct 28, 2013 23:52:50 GMT -5
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✖ COUNT TO TEN FALL APART AND THEN START AGAIN; ALWAYS STAYS THE SAME, NOTHING EVER CHANGES. This situation was certainly odd. Hideyoshi had accustomed himself to standing stoutly behind those of higher rank and indulge their ramblings, not have his own encouraged. He spent most of his life in silence, which explained the concision of his words. Jin was not exactly one to encourage such reticence, but his Lieutenant usually employed it anyway.
Here, however, was a woman who seemed to be displaying a genuine interest in him, rare as that was. Most preferred to leave the brooding Lieutenant to his own devices. Perhaps in some aspects that was a kindness; when his memories were private, Hideyoshi was able to dream them almost into reality. Speaking of them to others only made it plainly obvious they were long deceased. Still, on the other hand, he knew the Captain's intentions were not malevolent, and he smiled with the tiniest trace of diffidence, which held back a stronger sadness. Today, in particular, he felt woebegone. It was duty that distracted him.
"She was, at that, Captain." He told her, sounding forlorn as he internally felt. "...And I took her for granted." He added further, with the slightest note of humor in his voice.
...What crime was it to elaborate? Surely the shortness of his speech only irritated this woman anyhow, with her displeasure at his formal demeanor. He knew that saying these things was an indulgence of his own, but he continued anyway, betwixt the two, sentry-like towers, suspended high above the ground and with little ambient noise disturbing the peace, save for the whisper of the breeze.
"She was almost the only important thing in my life, and certainly top of that list," He would recount. "But my servitude was required to be an abstinent one." He gave a rueful smile. "That did not prevent me from dying to protect her, but it did mean that by the time I acquired the means to return to the world of the living," His right arm swept upward at the rising levels of buildings behind them, vaguely indicating the whole of Seireitei, and the freedom his position gave him. "She was long dead." And he smiled, only because he was very, very good at forging the expression, and was forcibly attempting to instill a peace upon himself.
This speech complete, he dared to lean ever so slightly against the railing himself, attempting to relax, but it still looked rather rigid. There was sincere interest behind his next question, however. His expression sobered entirely.
"I remember my human life all too well, Captain. But, forgive me; do you not?"
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Post by Kimiko Sakurai on Oct 29, 2013 1:09:45 GMT -5
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ETERNAL HUNGER
Anger is useful only to a certain point. After that, it becomes rage, and rage will make you careless.
Kimiko smiled warmly as she watched him start to open up, it was something that she hadn't ever felt before, human or soul. It was a feeling that she would never be able to experience and hold onto. Things were different as a Shinigami, and especially a Visored. There wasn't that luxury, things were too fragile and unpredictable. So the only way she could relive any type of feeling close to that, was to listen to his answers and read his body. Her entire attention was swallowed whole by this one individual who lived through his memories as he stood. The silence atop the bridge allowing his imagination to capture hers. She closed her eyes, her minds eye creating images as he spoke to accompany the words. It might seem odd, but she had powerful emotions and enjoyed letting them get the better of her, especially when they were pleasant emotions. She felt a pang of sorrow at his own position within his life, wishing ever so slightly that she could rewrite history and create that situation that would allow him to go back. A protective nature wanted to give him that chance, but it was far too late. Her eyes slowed peeled open at the end of his speech, just catching his motion towards the entirety of their city, Soul Society. Her gaze shifted as she looked out across its vast reach for a moment, the words of her death almost a whisper to her ear as her attention was so caught up in his tale. His question directed at her shifted her attention back to reality, she turned to face him, smiling warmly once more. |
[/ul] She replied, her own vision once again gracing the city near them. It didn't bother her that she didn't remember, that wasn't an issue for her to any degree. She only grew envious of those who had those memories to hold onto and drive themselves with it, with some knowledge that you are who you should be. For Kimiko her life could be completely different and she would never know, was she always kind? Is she the same person or someone so different, that even if the two of them could meet in reality, that they would only pass shoulders ignorantly. [/div][/td][/tr][/table] [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;]MADE BY AYU OF BACK TO NEVERLAND ( ★) |
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