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Post by Arwyr o Afalon on Aug 1, 2013 17:13:42 GMT -5
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Russia. Thurstan hated Russia. The country was so unforgiving, not only it’s government, but its climate too. The snow fell softly enough, for a light blizzard and Thurstan was forced to trudge through two-foot-deep piles of the flaky, white stuff as he made his way to the small town’s bar. He was supposed to meet Jin here, at this little quaint bar in northern Russia in the middle of the winter. Why Jin chose this place to be there meet up spot this time, Thurstan had absolutely no idea. He couldn’t even fathom why the little red-eyed bastard would want to be in a place this cold.
He tucked his hands in the pockets of his white, thigh-length wool trench coat and tried his best to ignore the cold. He hated the cold, but he didn’t much like the heat either. He spent most of his time traveling around the world just to find the best place for him to be comfortable at the time. He was like a bird: south for the winter. He couldn’t help but smile when he reached the bar, a neon “открытый (Open)” sign in the window. He came to the entrance and pushed the door open. As he entered, he felt to warm rush of heated air slap him in the face. It was one of the most pleasant feelings he’d felt in a long time.
His head turned from left to right as he searched for his friend. He couldn’t see him, nor did he feel his reiatsu. The visored shrugged, sighed, and made his way to the bar table. Taking the seat farthest from the door, he waved the tender over.
“YA budu imet' cherno-podpalyy. (I’ll have a Black and Tan.)” The tender just nodded as Thurstan placed a few rubles on the table. When his drink arrived he took a hard gulp and managed to relax in his spot a little bit. Now, all he had to do was wait. I just hope I didn’t get the date wrong That would’ve been upsetting. As he sat, he managed to gleam some information off the TV in the corner. There’d been several unexplained explosions that led to millions of rubles in property damage in Moscow. Somebody must have been a bit excessive in a battle. Whatever. It happens.
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Post by Jin Hoshigawa on Aug 1, 2013 18:52:49 GMT -5
"And then I said 'That's how you do it!'. It was glorious!"
Jin had his arm around one of the other guys, telling his story of when he, Tracy, Aiden, and the new girl, Sonja had taken out waves of hollow. With a drink in his other hand, the other patrons of the bar really felt like this guy had enough to drink, and there was also the fact that hardly any of them understood a word the shinigami in disguise was talking about. They couldn't even understand him. But he kept talking, and with a slightly flush running across his features, Jin was certainly feeling the affects of the alcohol. Then, for a moment Jin felt something.
Aha, my friend is here!" Jin had kept his reiatsu hidden, while he also kept his senses aware. He needed the ability of a sneak attack on Tracy, and he needed it to be done while everyone saw. That damn bastard was going to get his. Then, with a wild grin running rampant across his features Jin waited, sitting forward with his drink cupped in both hands. His head was down, and then he heard it. The door had swayed shut, and for a moment Jin thought he was had. Caught, undone, but no, the other man just walked forward. Jin turned to the right, away from Tracy. Hopping down, he waddled his way over to the him, dipping down and then hopping up, wrapping a single arm around the mans neck.
"About time you got here fool! I was thinking I was gonna get drunk without ya!" He called out loudly, obviously rustling some jimmies in the bar, but he didn't care; they didn't know what he was, or what he could do! Grinning as he moved to the seat next to his friend, he sipped on his Vegas bomb, nothing short of fantastic, mixing whiskey, energy drink, and schnapps into an elixir for gods. Wobbling for a moment, Jin looked back over, his grin still covering his features as he let the words drunkenly slip from his lips. "So, you think you can take me in a contest fucker? Drinking, fighting, whatever! Let's go!"
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Post by Arwyr o Afalon on Aug 2, 2013 11:12:15 GMT -5
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Thurstan almost jumped when Jin threw his arm around him. “Fuck, man. Don’t do that.” Jin had always been better at hiding his reiryoku when he was drunk. Even after knowing the guy for hundreds of years, though, he still wasn’t expecting to walk in on the white haired brat drunk. Usually Jin would at least wait until Thurstan got there to start the heavy stuff.
Thurstan turned to the bartender. “YA sozhaleyu o moy drug. On nemnogo nedostayet, gde eto vazhno. (I’m sorry about my friend. He’s a little lacking where it matters.)” Then he turned to Jin. “You’re already drunk man, c’mon. How much did you have to fuckin’ drink already?” Jin wasn’t going to let up and that was pretty obvious. He couldn’t help but wonder if he could kick his friend’s ass, just to make a point. The guy was drunk after all, so it wouldn’t be all that difficult. Thurstan knew, though, that he’d probably feel like shit afterward.
He looked down at his drink and sighed, then lifted the glass to his lips and took another big swig. He exhaled heavily after swallowing and set the glass down while smacking his lips together a bit. “Fuck it, Jin, you’re too drunk to fight me right now. If you can dodge this, I’ll fight you. If you can’t, then it’s a drinking game instead.”
Without waiting to receive a reply, Thurstan pointed a casually at his friend. “Hadō Number One, Sho.” He knew that the most this would do by hitting him was knock him off his chair and make him skid a few feet. Not too much distruction, which was good. At least the jerkoff would have a bruise on his ass. He deserved that, at least, for not being patient enough to wait for his friend.
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Post by Jin Hoshigawa on Aug 4, 2013 12:09:47 GMT -5
Jin grinned wildly as his friend started to speak to the bartender. He wasn't sure what he was saying, but the bartender scoffed, shook his head and just walked away. Jin swayed back and forth with his his smile still prominently fixated on his face, his eyes now closed listening to his friend. He arched a brow, stopped, and looked over as his smile faded. "Let's see...there was that one drink...lots of Irish stuff; then there was this one drink...Ice...101? Well, it was more like a shot." Jin thought about it for a moment, was he already this drunk off of three drinks, a shot and a beer?
He was starting to feel ashamed, angry... Brass Monkey!...that funky monkey! Bras Monkey Junkie! That Funky Monkey! He stopped, anger, sadness, and shame all washed away like it had been dirt to water. Jin looked around, his hand up as the song continued to play. His eyes finally caught it, the jukebox. In a mad fury he dashed for the box, slamming into the glass and sticking his face into it. A wild laughter came out of the mans mouth before running back over to his friend.
"That...that's like..my favorite song ever!" He almost didn't catch what the other man had said, if he couldn't dodge this attack, it would be a drinking contest? He looked over, and right as he saw the other mans hand raise to his chest, Jin felt the strong push, shoving him backwards, and causing him to...tip over very slowly. He wanted to react, to stop, but he couldn't. It was like his body was being held back by some kind poison that he had willfully taken. Finally hitting the ground, he stopped but for a moment. His eyes staring at the ceiling.
"Hahaha! Glorious!" The exclamation came out of no where, but Jin rose to his feet and once more took his seat beside the other man. He waved the other man over, and looked around. He had held both hands up, all of his fingers extended as he spoke the one word he knew in Russian. "Выстрелов(Shots)" He nodded when the bartender repeated what he had said and after nodding in agreement, and pointing out which alcohol he wanted, Jin grinned and pushed five shots over to his friend. "Five beautiful shots of whiskey...Let's see who.." He hiccuped, laughing afterward. "who can take these the best."
And as he said that, another song started to play, as if the gods had been playing with the two men sitting there. It was yet ANOTHER American song, very popular there and one that really did fit the tone very well. If you not drunk ladies and gentleman Jin looked over to his friend and nodded before his eyes stared down, and after taking four deep, quick breathes, he started to take each and every shot back one after the other. He had finished his five within ten seconds, and after taking in one last, deep breath he felt his head getting heavy and his body swaying. It was amazing.
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Post by Arwyr o Afalon on Aug 4, 2013 16:57:54 GMT -5
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Thurstan was so used to seeing Jin drunk that his chaotic behaviors played off as completely normal. The guy was crazy, after all. He couldn’t help but laugh at practically everything his little white-haired friend was doing. And then he said it, after he definitely didn’t dodge the Kido that knocked him on his ass. Shots. He asked for shots of whisky. “Jin, you’re dumb.” Thurstan said bluntly, rubbing his own forehead in a pseudo face-palm.
Before the visored could say much else, though, his friend had already downed his five shots. He was so damn fast it wasn’t even funny. But you know what would be funny: seeing Jin fall on his ass again, just to see if he could even get his ass up. In 20 minutes or so, the whisky would hit him hard and he’s be out in the corner, or probably not, which was all the more reason to knock him over now. If it worked, Thurstan would be practically laughing tears out of his eyes. “Hadō Number One, Sho.”
He planned to have all his own whisky down before his friend could even get up again. As soon as he’d fired off the kido, his downed one shot, then took a sip of his Black and Tan, followed by the second shot. He repeated this until all five shots had slithered down his throat. The light burning sensation from the alcohol was pleasant. As the last shot glass hit the bar counter, Trace stopped, took a deep breath inward and exhaled it slowly. In about 20 minutes, he’d feel it. Still, he was here to beat Jin’s ass in a drinking game…
“Yeshche odin doza.(One more shot.)” The bartender smiled and filled another glass of whisky which Thurstan promptly drained. That made six shots. You’re move, Jin.
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Post by Jin Hoshigawa on Aug 5, 2013 6:26:30 GMT -5
He could think; it was hard, but he COULD think. He was watching as carefully as he could, waiting for the other man to react to his drinking. The attention he spared was stretching thin, when was he going to react? He wasn't sure just how long he would be able to last, his eyes were starting to drift shut while he fell into a happily drunk bliss, and the a moment later he snapped back to reality. His attention once more turned to the other man. When was he going to re- "Sho..."
And there it was; a happy grin spreading across the young shinigami's face as he fell backwards toward the floor. The reaction he had wanted from the start but now an even harder task was befalling the white haired swordsman. Getting up. While it would take some time for the entire affects of the alcohol to take place, Jin had enough to drink in a short enough time for it to start working it's magic. He tried focusing. His lips falling out of their grin, and into a frown. He needed all of his attention for the task at hand.
Some of the other patrons were wondering why he had not fallen once, but twice in almost the same manner. Jin waved his hand lazily before placing it on the floor beside him. He pushed up, twisting until he had managed to get to his knees. Taking a breath, He sighed and got up completely. His eyes narrowing at his friend who had finished his five shots a-oh, what was this? A sixth shot? "You sly motha'fucka!" Jin got back into his seat, placing both hands on the table, lifting two fingers to signal two more shots. The bartender was obviously skeptical, but he also wasn't going to pass up free money from some foreigners.
Jin then grabbed his mixed drink that he hadn't finished, looking at his friend and grinning. Lifting one of the shot glasses, taking it back he shivered. Then, lifting his mixed drink he used that as a chaser, and finishing it off. Finally lifting the second shot glass he slammed it on the counter and leered over at his friend. By this point those six shots would start taking their tole, and this would give Jin the perfect opportunity to counter attack. Raising his left hand under his right arm, trying his best to hide it discreetly, he mumbled the same words that the other man had. "Hado number one, Sho..." Maybe this would be enough to psuh his friend into the next tier of contest. Drunken brawling.
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Post by Arwyr o Afalon on Aug 6, 2013 19:13:07 GMT -5
That was it. Jin had out shotted him in a second. This was unacceptable. There was no way Trace was going to let this white haired half-pint beat him in ANOTHER drinking contest. That was bullshit. Thurstan simply tapped his finger on the counter then raised up two fingers in a silent request for more. The bartender shook his head but filled two more glasses for the Russian speaking foreigner. As he waited for his drinks, he eyed his friend.
The poor guy was still chasing his own shots with his Vegas Bomb, which he probably had to explain to the bartender, in English, how to make. Trace was almost ashamed that he’d missed the sight. It certainly would’ve been funny to watch Jin try to get the guy to makes something that they didn’t even serve. Yet, he still managed to succeed. Thurstan wondered how long he’d actually been here, and if he’d had any bear before the whisky. Man, Jin was going to wake up feeling like complete ass tomorrow.
The alcohol from the shots hadn’t quite hit Tracy yet. He’d downed them rather quickly so it wouldn’t be long now. As the second glass of Whisky was filled up, Thurstan reached out, lifted the first one, and let it all slither down his throat. He chased it with a sip of his pale ale/stout mix. It all felt so cold going down. It burned enough though, and it just confused his senses all the more. That made seven. Now they were even. As he lifted the second glass, he heard Jin reciting Kido. Oh shit.
As the glass came to his lips, a gust of what felt like hot air sent the glass flying across the room, crashing into the far wall and shattering into many bits and pieces. Thurstan’s eyes held their position, focused entirely on his empty hand. Where did the glass go? It was literally just here. I wonder if Jin knows where it went? Jin. What had Jin just said… Sho? Huh. Wait…. The alcohol hit him all at once and in that very instance, Thurstan burst out into a fit of unbearable laughter. It didn’t sound normal and he was snorting through it while he seemed to be wheezing for air and the length of each pulse of laughter changed by the second. He couldn’t stop laughing. This whole situation was just so damned funny.
He tried to speak through his laughter, but it was difficult and his words were slightly slurred, “O-ok-okay fuckface. Tha-at was pretty good. Let’s go. Time to ge-get fuckin’ serious.” He laughed even harder as the batman reference popped into his head, “Why so serious, Jin? Why so… fuckin’ serious? I’m the, I’m the fuckin’ Joker, man. You can’t, can’t beat...” The laughter stopped without warning. “I…my head hurts. You have some Advil, er, like, maybe some…fuck it. Imma kick your ass man.”
Thurstan pointed his finger at Jin, well, mostly at Jin. It was a little off to the right, but if he just wiggled it over….no. Now it was too far to the left. He needed it in the middle. This was so fucking hard. What the hell. “Hado number fuck you, By-Byakuraiaiaiai.” The poor guy couldn't keep himself from cracking up again with his twisted drunken giggles as the words escaped his lips. |
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Post by Jin Hoshigawa on Aug 7, 2013 15:19:47 GMT -5
The two of them couldn't help all of the laughter, and despite being complete and utter idiots, the two of them didn't care. Jin would remember everything that happened, from the way he spoke, to the things he did, but it didn't matter right now. His head hit the table as he continued to laugh, his right hand pounding on his knee. Jin couldn't stop laughing himself because Tracy wouldn't stop laughing, and he was sure that Tracy wouldn't stop because Jin couldn't stop. At least until Jin realized that his friend had just gotten ahead of him by a single shot. Well not for long!
He lifted his head, his eyes forward and looking at the bartender. He was angry, furious even. For a moment Jin wasn't sure what he had been so mad about, but then it hit him; they were drunk off of their asses and this bartender was jealous! Well Jin would get him a shot too so he didn't have to feel left out. He rose his hand with three fingers raised at the man. Jin was confused, why was he shaking his head? Jin arched a brow, and tilted his head like a dog did when it was confused. Then he turned his head to his friend, and this was when he had spurted out some words, what was it again? Hado...fuck you? Jin's lips curled into a wild grin before bursting out laughing. No he didn't just say that!
Tracy couldn't aim, and Jin couldn't help but nod along with his finger, going to the left when it pointed to his right. Everything was going fine until Jin felt a hand touch his shoulder. It was particularly strong, but it was there, and it was tight. He turned his head to looked at the culprit, his eyes opening wide. It was a large Russian man. He had a name tag, but Jin couldn't see straight to save his life. What did he want? He was going to get him, and his friend shots, that was it! Jin smiled but all he could hear was the angry mumbling of this large man. Was he trying to...pick Jin up? What the hell? In a flash Jin stood up, his head feeling like it had just been filled with hot air, but he was up.
He squinted his eyes, as the man spoke. It wasn't in Russian..and Jin could understand every word of it. They wanted him and Tracy to leave. With a low grumble, Jin nodded. Besides, there was something that the two men needed to settle. Turning he tapped Tracy on his shoulder, pointing for the door. "Hey....hey...we gotta go. BUT...we gotta do something anyway....I...I...Fuck what was I saying?" He pondered for a moment, rubbing his forehead. Snapping his fingers, and raising his pointer toward the sky it clicked. "I gotta kick your ass. So...let's go. We'll settle this shit on the roof."
And in a mad dash Jin reached the door, pushing the door open after turning the knob he took in a deep, cold breath. The cold didn't affect him, the alcohol was making it tolerable, but the air was fresh. Nice and cloudy! Jin then turned his body, and in a quick step, he vanished toward the roof. However, his movement, timing, and placement were all off. He wasn't going to hit the roof right. shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit...... Catching the lip of the roof with his foot, Jin slammed into the cold roofing, his body curling into a ball as he rolled forward, and fell onto his back. "I like the cold floor...." He'd wait right here for his friend, however long it took him, he would wait...unless he fell asleep. That was a good possibility.
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Post by Arwyr o Afalon on Aug 8, 2013 14:08:13 GMT -5
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Trace was….what was he doing…he was…in a bar…with Jin….but where did Jin go? That’s right…he went outside. His mind was wandering so heavily that he couldn’t even get a grip on his location. He knew where he was and why he was there, but at the same time…What the fuck was I doing? He didn’t even get much of a chance to think before a huge hand grasped him firmly by the shoulder. Trace turned his head and looked up at the man who was decent enough at speaking English.
“Sir, I need to ask you to leave.”
Trace didn’t quite understand. He hadn’t done anything wrong, had he? No. He’d just had a bit to drink and knocked Jin over a few times, but that was nothing. But, maybe that was it. Maybe the big burly man in black thought he and Jin were actually fighting, but they were just having some fun with their drinks. Well they were, but since the bouncer was throwing them out, that was likely to change. Trace stood from his seat, accidently knocking over a few of the shot glasses. Time slowed to a near stop as he watched the small, fragile, brittle cups fall to the ground and shatter. He looked up at the bouncer, which was weird, because Trace was plenty tall. This guy had to have been at least five inches taller. Wow…
“Hey, man, I’m sorry about…about the….those things on the floor, sorry.” The bouncer didn’t say much; he just started pushing Thurstan out the door. When the door slammed behind him, Trace didn’t quite know how to act. He was suddenly standing out in the cold and the light blizzard was still blowing snow in his face. Yet, despite the freezing temperature, he could feel a strange warmth in his belly. Now, where was Jin? I literally just saw him come out here? Where did he…oh…that’s right. The roof. In that moment, Thurstan remembered….some stuff. He was going to kick Jin’s ass on the roof. All he had to do was get up there.
The visored turned around and looked up. In a quick shunpo, he launched himself upward and landed heavily on the slippery and moist plaster. He almost immediately fell over after his knees had wobbled for a good ten seconds. His hands were burning from the ceiling and he threw himself back into a stand only to stumble and trip over Jin, crashing down onto his friend’s stomach.
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Post by Jin Hoshigawa on Aug 11, 2013 11:33:48 GMT -5
He loved the cold floor; it was keeping his stomach settled for the most part, and it was a nice counter to the almost overwhelming heat he was feeling because of the alcohol. He had rolled onto his back, his eyes staring into the sky, the lack of dilation wasn't good, but it was bad either; at least that's how he felt about it. Keeping his thoughts together, and off of the impending puke fest he was surely going to experience in T-minus ninety minutes or less.
Jin's ears perked up for a moment, he could hear the door open, and then close; was that Tracy? Oh it's about time Tracy got his lazy ass out of the bar. Jin wanted to moved, he wanted to get up, but he couldn't manage it. He couldn't stay focused enough to lift his all but lifeless body from the cold, freezing floor. Luckily for Jin his already unfocused mind lost any and all recognition of his previous thought, instead now getting completely lost and entranced at the small birds flying away. They were majestic, free; something Jin envied at times. Freedom to do what he wanted, go where he wanted, be who he wanted.
Tracy had this same freedom, and so did that girl, Sonja. He tilted his head to the left, his mind escaping for but a moment as he recalled the vizard girl. He had done a report while researching all of the vizard of past. She wasn't who she rea-Oh look, it's Tracy. Jin smiled like childishly as his friends hit his side, tripped over his un-moving corpse, and hit his stomach. A loud oof escaped from his lips as he rolled to the side, pushing his friend onto the cold ground. This was the motivation the young shinigami needed to get up.
"You big lug. Get up!" He yelled, standing to his feet. His eyes lost their normal enthusiasm, but still showed signs of a giddy, and playful nature. His body rocked slowly from side to side, his fingers running along the hi-Oh damn that's right...he was in a gigai....his sword wasn't around at the moment. He groaned and raised his fists. "We'll have to do this the old fashioned way. Stand up you fool!" Jin wasn't the best at hand to hand combat, but he was skill enough to see this man at it. He waited for him to stand before taking a step in his direction, cocking his arm back and swinging a quick hay maker.
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