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Post by Takeshima Kunou on Jul 25, 2013 14:08:48 GMT -5
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Footsteps drowned together in his ears. The busy sidewalk was filled with people, and Takeshima couldn’t stand it. People to his left and right. He closed his eyes and reached up, tugging on the collar of his dress shirt, loosening his tie slightly. His eyes flickered up and looked at the path in front of him, free of people in his way. Takeshima’s left hand went to his pocket and produced his lighter and pack of cigarettes. In a few swift movements he had the cigarette lit, and the pack and lighter back in his pocket.
Takeshima’s day so far had been uneventful. He had been hunting something, and it vanished. Without a trace. The rest of his day was spent perfecting ginto techniques, which had been a rather boring and repetitive process. So now here he was, on his way home to do nothing but sit. He inhaled deeply and looked up, letting the smoke fill his lungs before it bellowed out of his mouth in a steady stream. It wasn’t too long before he was nearing his favorite coffee shop, but he was slowing down, feeling a familiar style of reiatsu. There was a quincy nearby, someone he hadn’t ever felt before. So before he walked in, he let his reiatsu flare, and then walked in and took a seat. The presence would come, he knew they would.
[/font][/color][/blockquote] OOC: Status: Fine Action: Fatigue Level: 5% Injuries: -- Stats: Han: 7 Rei: 14 Hak: 8 Sei: 16 Buk: 16 Hoh: 16 Wordcount: 280
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Post by Leanna Nacht on Jul 31, 2013 20:08:16 GMT -5
Clock is ticking while I'm killing time... Words: Notes: -- -- HAN: 7 REI: 9 HAK: 10 SEI:10 BUK: 13 HOH: 6
Leanna walked down the streets of Karakura Town, letting her eyes scan the buildings for a place to shop, or at least one to relax inside. Her gait was stiff, but it was casual to herself. Leanna's ebony-black hair blew behind her back, her speed contributing to this effect since there was no wind blowing. She was getting a little warm, her black clothing absorbing heat from the sun. The fact that she was walking quickly and that there was no wind contributed to her warmth. Her manner seemed as if she had a goal to reach, as if she knew where she was headed. The truth was something simple, she had no idea where she was going, but she was too impatient to walk slowly down the streets. Leanna maneuvered herself through people, hoping to reach a destination faster. A small bead of sweat formed on her forehead, and her breathing hastened slightly. I need to find a well ventilated area, she thought, getting upset with the heat.
A short burst of reiatsu was detected as she slipped through the people. She shifted her body upright, quickly moving herself to the side of the incoming traffic, stopping near a wall. What was that? she thought, curious about the reiatsu. The presence worried her initially, thinking that the spirit energy surge was a fight that started. However, she couldn't detect another reiatsu that would trigger such a reaction. Leanna grabbed hold of her necklace, which bore her Quincy cross, caressing the textures of the artifact; feeling more secure knowing that it was still in her possession.
When the traffic had settled down, and less cars crowded the streets, Leanna crossed the street, heading toward the source of the reiatsu. It had taken 5 minutes before the traffic dropped to a safe level, which didn't help with Leanna's curiosity. She kept her composure, remaining alert to her surroundings as she crossed the paved roads, earning her a few blowing horns from impatient drivers. Leanna stopped in front of a coffee house, inside of which bore the source of the reiatsu flare. The spirit energy source is inside here, she thought.
Leanna opened the door gently, though she triggered a bell ringing once she entered. She took a look around the coffee house, then used her reiatsu detecting abilities to look for the source. It took all of 1 second to find the source, since he didn't bother masking his presence. She turned to face him, then walked over to take a seat. It didn't take her long to realize that he was a Quincy, just like herself. Despite finding a familiar reiatsu, she didn't drop her guard, and she didn't look the most hospitable. Leanna was intrigued to find another Quincy, and was curious about him. "It's been a while since I've been able to meet with another Quincy," she initiated with a introduction that could be considered blunt. Leanna crossed her legs, lifting her right leg on top of her left before gently crossing her arms atop her legs. Her pose seemed very business-like. "What have you been doing?" she spoke, her tone sounded critical and rude, though she meant it as a simple question with no ulterior motive.
On orders of the Micans Nitore, she was supposed to help recruit more members, but at the moment, she was going to disregard that order. Starting a conversation with something of that nature would cause many to leave immediately; and that would force her to use other measures to attain their services. Even if worse came to worst, she probably wouldn't win against this man. Now that she sat near him, she realized just how powerful he was. Takeshima was roughly twice as strong as she was. A conflict would not be to her benefit, and if a conflict did occur, it wouldn't aid the Consecro either; gaining an enemy while simultaneously losing an ally. She'd rather not start with such a foolish action.
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on Aug 5, 2013 18:47:50 GMT -5
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There he sat, his head low as he fiddled with his cigarettes, holding them open, counting that he had ten left, and noting that one of those was a ‘lucky’ cigarette. As he sat there he began to pull one out, setting it onto the table before he stretched up. He turned his head to the ones behind the counter, and they waved at him and he gave a slight wave back with a smile. “Sorry, waiting for someone.” He told them, letting them know why he hadn’t ordered right away. He turned his head back around and closed his eyes, letting out a gentle sight moments before he heard a familiar bell ring out into the coffee shop. He didn’t look up, instead he was reaching around for his black disposable lighter before she began to speak to him.
“I’ve been seeing quincy popping up like weeds.” He told her as his head raised to look into her eyes. “It’s quite interesting, though all I’ve been doing is sitting here,” He told her with a pause as he placed the cigarette between his lips, “Smoking,” there was a pause as he lit it, and then he finished, “and drinking coffee.” He told her. “If you’d like, you may partake, either in the coffee or a cigarette. On me.” He offered, himself ready to go get a plain coffee. He took another drag before he pulled the cigarette from his mouth and ashing it into the ashtray to his right, against the window. His eyes flicked to the door and back to her before he looked back. A waitress nodded and would soon walk over and he turned his attention back to her.
After that he leaned forward, closer to the girl, having already let all the smoke out of his lungs, so he was speaking to her with clean air. His calm tone also might make her think with his next words, considering he could tell just how much stronger than she that he actually was. “So, you may want to fix your tone by the way. It’s not good to speak with such ill tones to people you have just met, rudeness is not a virtue.” He told her, as his left hand adjusted his tie, while he began to lean back in his chair so only one foot was on the ground, and only the back two legs of the chair were on the ground. After that the waitress would be appearing over to his left. After that he asked for a black coffee, and then waited for the girl in case she wanted something. Once the waitress left he gave a gentle smile to the girl. “Takeshima Kunou, it’s a pleasure to meet another quincy.”
[/font][/color][/blockquote] OOC: Status: Normal Action: Fatigue Level: 5% Injuries: Stats: Han: 7 Rei: 14 Hak: 8 Sei: 16 Buk: 16 Hoh: 16 Wordcount: DC
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Post by Leanna Nacht on Sept 1, 2013 13:28:39 GMT -5
Clock is ticking while I'm killing time... Words: Notes: -- -- HAN: 7 REI: 9 HAK: 10 SEI:10 BUK: 13 HOH: 6
Leanna's face contorted, bearing signs of irritation. She knew, or at least thought, Takeshima was simply stating an observation. However, she did not like his comparison likening quincies to weeds. His smoking didn't help with her opinion of him either. Her pride was dealt a small blow, and the smell of tobacco only agitated her further. He was kind enough not to speak with the smoke still in his lungs, and even offered her a drink, but unfortunately, the smell of the tobacco lingered. Leanna pinched a bit of flesh between her right hand, trying to distract herself from the smell. Her eyes began to get irritated and teared up, causing her nose to get a little runny as well. Unfortunately, she couldn't divert her attention any longer, so she grabbed a tissue and rubbed her eyes, before blowing her nose in it. The noise was rather loud, and anyone nearby could hear how bad it was, and possibly get disgusted. Not exactly feminine, but sadly necessary if she wished to continue speaking.
"My apologies. My eyes are a bit sensitive to smoke and fumes. Thank you though, I would like a cup of coffee. Cream with a little sugar, if you don't mind," Leanna said, mildly embarrassed of her actions. Her cheeks didn't flush red, but she kept her head lowered, regaining her composure. She folded the used tissue 4 times before placing it to the side of the table, glancing around to find a trash can. She found one near the entrance and disposed of it before returning to Takeshima. "Sorry for getting up like that, and sorry if I sounded rude. I was simply wondering," she apologized, keeping her serious attitude, "But I would prefer if you didn't liken our people to weeds". Leanna crossed her legs again, but this time rested just her right arm on her leg. Her amber eyes focused on him, making complete eye contact with him. "I haven't met many people like you, other than my own family," Leanna hesitated before mentioning her family. However, he already knew she was a quincy, and her lineage could be reasonably deduced. "It's pleasant meeting another quincy." A small smile etched across her face. It seemed the bloodline was not as scarce as she thought.
Leanna started to get curious about the man. It would take her a moment to come up with some questions to ask him, but for now, she was going to settle with the basics, or at least "her" basics. "What have you been doing the past couple of years? I'm sure you've noticed that hollows are becoming more persistent, and new enemies are emerging from different worlds. Have you taken any kind of approach to dealing with them? Or have they not been an issue where you are from?" she asked, curious what his take was on the hollows, arrancar, and the togabito. Leanna thought of asking his opinion on the shinigami, but thought she could save that for later.
Truthfully, she cared little for the shinigami, and would prefer not talking of them at all, but it was one of the first questions that entered her mind. A small voice in her head told her to forgive the shinigami, that the old order had passed but Leanna couldn't bring herself to do so. Her grandmother's request failed to reach her, but she settled on a compromise to give her grandmother's ideology a chance. If Takeshima wished to speak of them, Leanna would respond, but there was zero probability that she would speak kindly of them.
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on Sept 7, 2013 15:04:47 GMT -5
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“Hmm,†Takeshima made the slight noise when he noticed the contortion of her face. It seemed he was doing wrong, or perhaps she just wasn’t that into him. He even noticed her hand pinching her skin and he realized it was something more physical bothering her. Then she sneezed and he straightened up. It was only after he ordered that she had returned and let him know her eyes were sensitive and so he quickly moved the cigarette to the ashtray, putting the embers out quickly, leaving his cigarette half finished. “Sorry.†He said quickly, then listened to her.
Takeshima gave a quick nod when she said her preference on him not likening their race to weeds. Then she went on and he nodded once more. “Yeah, always a pleasure.†He told the woman in front of him. Then she asked what he had been up to. How had he been dealing with the increase in spiritual activity. “The past couple of years I’ve been doing what’s necessary to not die. Which has been doing pretty well in my opinion, seeing as I’m not dead.†He told her as he rose his left hand up and laid it on the table. The blue and white glove glowed softly before a bow expanded from it, and was gripped tightly in his hand. “You know, headshots are generally really effective against them.†He told her, wondering if she would take offense. “It’s not really difficult to figure out how to deal with them, it’s dealing with them. Hollows die, Arrancar die, Togabito’s die, or at least go to hell. Shinigami die.â€
There was suddenly a pause from Takeshima as he looked up. “Shinigami..†He whispered. “My name is Takeshima, if you’re wondering. I’m sure you’re very aware of what happened to us quincies. I have friends, other quincies who are gathering to become strong, to defend themselves against the Shinigami and protect this place the way it needs to be. So I guess that’s something else you can add to things I’ve been doing. Maybe you’d like to join us, or at least think about it. You can never be too safe when it comes to Shinigami.
[/font][/color][/blockquote] OOC: Status: Normal Action: Fatigue Level: 6% Injuries: Wordcount: DC Stats: Han: 7 Rei: 15 Hak: 8 Sei: 16 Buk: 16 Hoh: 16
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Post by Leanna Nacht on Oct 7, 2013 14:59:42 GMT -5
Clock is ticking while I'm killing time... Words: Notes: -- -- HAN: 7 REI: 9 HAK: 10 SEI:10 BUK: 13 HOH: 6
Leanna felt a little happy, after Takeshima put out the cigarette. Despite his overall appearance, which to her gave her the impression he was an indifferent man, he was quite considerate to her condition. Leanna's serious expression slowly shifted to a light smile. The man even answered her questions with little resistance. He didn't appear to have anything to hide, nor did he bother to dodge the question.
Leanna was surprised to see Takeshima wearing a Sanrei glove on his hand, or at least what she believed was one. Even more shocking was the fact that he revealed the bow so nonchalantly in a public place. Leanna sat unmoved by it, perusing the bow that was manifested, but still was shocked by his actions. Ordinarily, this would bother her, but it wasn't likely people would notice. Leanna knew that being a spiritual weapon, the item would be invisible to people who aren't spiritually aware.
Despite responding to her questions favorably, Leanna was only slightly annoyed by one of his answers, stating the effectiveness of head shots. She let out a short, soft laugh at his comment. Contemplating a possibility where "fatal" shots turn out to be less than fatal. Woe be to those who fight an enemy whom head shots are ineffective, she thought, thinking of joking aloud. Leanna opted against this for now, waiting until Takeshima finished.
Leanna tapped her fingers against her knees, not out of irritation, but more out of habit. She found him intriguing. She was happy to have found another quincy, and one that wasn't arrogant at all. A small fear that lingered in her mind, but enough to possibly shatter her faith in her clan; which luckily didn't occur at all. Leanna felt her pride in her lineage increase at this revelation, knowing that quincy pride didn't extend to just the individual.
Takeshima continued, mentioning the simple and straightforward methods of retaliation. Eventually, he introduced himself again, which made Leanna smile again, this time a little more. However, he went on to explain a small faction of quincies that are gathering, gaining strength to defend themselves against the shinigami, while briefly, and correctly, assuming Leanna's knowledge of their history. It seems I'm not the only one who is this concerned about the shinigami. At least I know there is a group dedicated to retaliate against them, should our relations sour once more. Or rather get worse than they already are, Leanna thought. This new information gave her an idea. Perhaps she could join this group. However, she was also working with the Consecro, whom she voluntarily joined. Despite her common ideology with both groups, she couldn't bring herself to leave the Consecro. Her eyes lowered once she came to this resolution, slightly upset that she would have to ignore her brethren. "I'm sorry. I would be honored to serve with my clansmen, but I have other work to attend to that is of equal import. At the moment, I haven't received any other jobs, so I can help for now, but once a mission has been issued...I'm sorry, but I won't be able to help," Leanna spoke, discontent apparent in her tone. "I should at least give you my name. I'm Leanna Nacht. If you wish to look for me, just visit the Consecro. They should have my information, or at the very least, relay a message. I'm not of high rank, so it's possible they won't give you any trouble." Leanna wanted to hide her occupation from him, since it was likely he may have heard of their mission, but figured at this point, there wasn't much point hiding it. He made a comment regarding her joining, and couldn't leave him without a proper reason why she couldn't unite with her quincy clansmen.
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on Oct 9, 2013 23:20:12 GMT -5
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As she spoke to him Takeshima lifted his head and then slowly began to stretch, keeping his eyes on her still though so she knew she had his full undivided attention. She spoke about some missions and things like that before saying she would be able to help currently but not later on. As she finished Takeshima sighed and lowered his arms.
“Do you mind telling me a bit about this consecro?” He asked the girl after a moment or two, just as the waitress returned with their things. After they were given what they ordered, Takeshima looked to the side, “I’m just not very informed about them. I think I’ve met one or two of you people but they weren’t circumstances like this. So, if you don’t mind miss Nacht?”
[/font][/color][/blockquote] OOC: Status: Normal Action: Fatigue Level: 9% Injuries: Wordcount: DC Stats: Han: 7 Rei: 15 Hak: 8 Sei: 16 Buk: 16 Hoh: 16
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