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Post by Ikkyu Akiyama on Aug 24, 2013 2:35:36 GMT -5
E ven if I close my eyes You're Still Watching me ♠Ikkyu Akiyama ♠Words: 699 ♠Notes: --- How long had it been since he had been taken away? Where was he now? Was there even the lightest chance he was going to get back to Rome? Questions were somehow running through Ikkyu's head. He wasn't sure how. He could barely see even with his enhanced sight. His head was spinning and the guardian could tell he wouldn't be able to pull off the walking thing much longer. Thought seemed like it should have been impossible. He needed to focus on surviving but for one reason or another he couldn't bring himself to do that. Instead he came to a stop, standing as straight as he could manage, looking around in the darkness of night trying to find some landmark he'd hopefully remember. All that was some sign of familiarity was the sound of the ocean someplace nearby. Little did he know it but his arrival back in the world of the living had put him right back in Latina, a short train ride from Rome. He was right back in the city he had been taken from.
Days before he had taken a day off from his duties, something he'd likely gone over in time by now. Unfortunately he had been interrupted by an arrancar. It was far beyond his power and nearly impossible for him to defeat after his power had been figured out. Ikkyu had expected to be killed at the loss of that fight. The fact that he was there now proved that had not been the case. No that arrancar seemed to have another agenda. He had taken Ikkyu back with it to Hueco Mundo, back to its palace of sorts. From there the days became a blur of utter torture for him. Everything had been painful or demeaning, completely stripping him of his pride and dignity. Ikkyu had been thrimough several Hells in his past. This was close to topping the cake though. He had been harassed, used up, and even now tossed aside displaying about all the worth he had with his exhausted, aching body, clothes a mess and not worn in their normal neat fashion.
"Where...?" he rasped out to himself. He hadn't realized until then how much his throat hurt or how weak his voice had become. It seemed natural given some of those acts and the little amount of care he had gotten. He slumped forward, his legs shaking a bit. He wasn't going to be able to stand much longer. In fact right then and there he got hit with a spell of dizziness. He started to fall toward, barely able to take the step forward that saved him. With that he made quick work getting to the bench he had seen. His speedy walk was sloppy and in the end he tripped over his own feet, collapsing just in front of it. He took what he could get though. He leaned forward, placing his arms on the seashore and laying his head down on them. He was pretty sure he could have fallen asleep thy easily. Actually he was halfway asleep when he forced himself awake aging. He couldn't stay like this long.
For the first time in a long time he was glad to be in that suffocating organization known as Consecro. He hadn't been this glad since he was a boy in fact. Ikkyu had only gotten one day of leave. Once he didn't return then that would raise some alarms. Some one would either be worried about him or suspect he had defected. One way or another they would come looking for him. He had stated where he was going. Perhaps if they were early enough they could sense the remnants of what had happened, perhaps track it right to that cliff and find his weapons. Once it was clear he was gone gone he could only hope other members would be ordered to find him. It was his best shot at survival. Unless some good person stumbled on him first. They'd probably just think he was some hobo though and walk right by. Now he remembered why he liked the church so much.
Stats:HAN: 10 ♠ REI: 14 ♠ HAK: 8 ♠ SEI: 16 ♠ BUK: 16 ♠ HOH: 12 |
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Post by Ulla Vivi on Aug 26, 2013 19:38:00 GMT -5
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Glammed up,
FABULOUS Words: 407
Tags: Ulla, Ikki, Glitter
Stats: HAN: 9 REI: 10 HAK: 6 SEI: 10 BUK: 7 HOH: 8 Ulla aimlessly wandered around what she thought was Rome, sure to find the secret organization hidden there. She went from street to street searching for something that looked like it could be it. The sad thing was, to her all of these buildings looked like they could host an entire organization. She sat down on t, thinking to herself that she should have gotten some information on them before looking. It wasn't as if she wanted any trouble, either. An ally is always good to have, especially if the entire universe thought it was best to go to war with each other. She sighed and looked around. This was definitely not Rome. She didn't remember it being so close to the sea. However, she could have been wrong. Yeah, there was no way she'd have been able to wander that far off. She was still in Rome.
Ulla turned around, looking away from the sea. That wasn't where her friendship mission was located at. That's when she spotted a helpless looking man falling to the ground. He wasn't very far from her, and he was laying on the shore. That wasn't healthy for anyone. He must of been hurt. She had to help him, but wasn't sure what she could do. She knew she could at least reassure him and yell for help. Some one was bound to see her, with her outfit sparkling brightly, even at night. Ulla ran to him, screaming for his attention. She pulled her cupcake shaped purse to her chest, unzipping it while she walked to the beached man. She knew just how to fix all of his problems. The solution was located in her purse.
Ulla knelt beside the young man, patting him on the back in a friendly gesture. "Hey there, guy. It will all be all right. Do you require a medic? I can yell for one." Ulla did her best to console the guy. Then she took a jar of light blue glitter with silver tints in it. This color seemed like it suited the guy best. The took a handful out of the jar and whispered to him "May the sparkle gods heal all wounds" She sprinkled the handful of glitter on top of his head and smiled at him. Ulla wiped her hands on her skirt and put the recapped jar of glitter back into her cupcake purse. She was certain she did good.
Looking Hot,
DANGEROUS
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Post by Ikkyu Akiyama on Sept 8, 2013 22:50:11 GMT -5
E ven if I close my eyes You're Still Watching me ♠Ikkyu Akiyama ♠Words: 596 ♠Notes: --- Ikkyu could hear some one shouting and he groaned. It was way too loud for his current tastes. As the yells got closer that was at least some kind of sign that the source of the voice was getting closer. As he willed himself to listen closer he noticed that the calls were likely for him, and with that he was a bit relieved. He could sense a some power with what attention he could pay. Maybe it was some one from the church. He lifted his head up slightly, spotting the bright girl running toward him. He'd never seen anyone quite like that running around the Vatican. He focused on her a bit more then realized no she wasn't from the Vatican unless they had started employees beings from other worlds which was unlikely. While he would have liked an escort back this would do fine. At least it wasn't some one useless. That was his first thought anyway.
Then she reached for her giant glittery purse, that after a moment Ikkyu realized was in the shape of a cupcake. Did she have magical healing solutions in that thing? He didn't get an answer right away. She was kneeling next to him, asking him questions and trying to reassure him. He only nodded his head to her question about the medic. It should have been obvious that he needed one, but hey some people didn't like those so he didn't say much on it, not that his voice would allow him to anyway. He leaned back into the bench some, finally relaxing a bit now that he had some help. First though it seemed he needed to learn what was in the cupcake bag of the shinigami's. her words caught him off guard. Sparkle Gods? What did she-? He looked up to her with an arched brow on his obviously confused face and just like that he saw the handful of sparkles raining down on him. What the...? Instinctively he closed his eyes, not wanting to get glitter in them, because he was sure that was torture. He felt it dust over his hair and face, all the way down to his shoulders before the steady flow finally stopped. He wasn't even sure what had just happened but the Sparkle Gods were not easing the aching of his body.
After a moment he just shook his head, running a hand through his hair to try and get some of the glitter out of it. He had been raped by a man, he didn't need to look like he had indeed been visited by the gay fairy at first glance though. Now he hoped he wasn't found by anyone in Consecro. He looked like he had a bad time at a gay rave or something. That wouldn't be easy to get off of his reputation. "What the hell?" his voice was scratchy but at least he was able to talk. He opened his eyes back up, looking up to the girl again with all kinds of questions running through his head. Why couldn't he meet with normal people sometimes? He was being a complete hypocrite, having complained about how normal Kent was before he vanished, but hey who said he was rational right now? That's right no one. "Just get some help. It's kinda important okay?" he halfway whined, laying his head back down and groaning. He was tired and this wasn't helpful in anyway. He didn't have the energy for pretty girls and glitter, something that seemed weird for him to think.
Stats:HAN: 10 ♠ REI: 14 ♠ HAK: 8 ♠ SEI: 16 ♠ BUK: 16 ♠ HOH: 12 |
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Post by George Levitt on Sept 12, 2013 22:32:27 GMT -5
Two presences. A Fullbringer and a Shinigami. "How interesting" he whispered to himself. George was only in Latina to get away from the Vatican for a day. There was only so much one could do there, after all. However, it seemed his day off had just gotten that much more interesting, and potentially worrisome. He roused himself from his meditative state and leapt off of the roof he'd been sitting on. He knew the fullbringer was with the Consecro, as he'd felt his reiatsu when meditating in his apartment in Rome. He was curious about the Shinigami, though.
He was frowning as he used Hirenkyaku to jump from building to building. The fullbringer had been missing for some time, but he didn't understand how they could have missed him if he had been in Italy the entire time. Any member of the Consecro should have been able to feel his presence, even if he is this weak. The shinigami... perhaps they are responsible? Unlikely, but possible. More likely, a togabito decided to hang around just outside of Rome and ambush any spiritually aware being it came across. He continued to run from building to building, keeping his senses open and attempting to detect any other spiritual beings in the area. Feeling nothing but the two he was headed toward, he relaxed slightly, but clamped down on his reiatsu.
He did not draw any weapons, nor summon Engel as he dropped down onto the beach. The Shinigami was clearly in a gigai, and was wearing a spectacularly garish outfit of some kind. However, that wasn't the issue at the moment. The Fullbringer, whose name escaped George's memory at the moment, asked the shinigami to get help. Well, the cavalry had arrived, though George had nothing to heal the man with... or anything to get the glitter off of him.
Well aware of the fact that the shinigami would probably be suspicious of him, a Quincy, he rushed toward the pair. "What happened?" he asked as he dropped down beside the fullbringer.
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Post by Ulla Vivi on Sept 21, 2013 11:52:03 GMT -5
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Glammed up,
FABULOUS Words: --
Tags: Illinois, George
Stats: HAN: 9 REI: 10 HAK: 6 SEI: 10 BUK: 7 HOH: 8 Ulla could tell that the man didn't appreciate the sparkles. That was why the sparkle God's had decided to not heal him. She didn't say that outloud, though. It was too rude by her standards. So instead, Hullabaloo decided it would be best to try to get help for the man, because being helped was more important than sparkle gods of fabulous. Luckily, Ulla sensed another presence near them. It was the presence of a Quincy, and she was supposed to be wary if them but she wasn't. It wasn't the time for fighting. It was. The time to help a dying man! And she was going to need all the help she could get because she wasn't a healer. She had no idea what she was doing most of the time.
The one she sensed to be a Quincy made a fairly grand entrance by hopping down from a building, but that didn't stop the fact that the other one still needed help. He wanted to know what happened, yet Ulla didn't know. She stared at the Quincy man, then went on to stare at the hurt man hoping to get an answer from him. What DID happen?! Who or whatever did it could still be at large! They were going to need a search and destroy party to make sure it never happened again, whatever it was.
Ulla's mind got too ahead of herself. She settled down, took a deep breath, and continued looking at the hurt man. "If you don't want to say what happened, then you don't have to. But who did this to you? Did you defeat them?" Ulla asked the question she wanted to know more. What happened wasn't her problem, but who did it was. The Guy who was hurt was clearly stronger than she was, making the situation scary. Whatever happened could happen to her, but she might not be lucky enough to get out alive.
Looking Hot,
DANGEROUS
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Post by Ikkyu Akiyama on Sept 21, 2013 18:32:36 GMT -5
E ven if I close my eyes You're Still Watching me ♠Ikkyu Akiyama ♠Words: 528 ♠Notes: --- The girl wasn't as completely out of it as Ikkyu thought. She was probably still close to that level, but she at least did what he told her to do, what he really needed. He couldn't get too hung up on the whole gay night club glitter that was going to take nearly a week to get out of his hair and clothes. It seemed she had seen or sensed something, and in a moment he was able to sense it too, mostly because it was something very significant. He recognized it as some one from consecro, likely an obelisk or extrememly high guardian with all that power he was giving off. Well if he had ot be rescued by some one of Consecro it was at least good it was some one of great strength and among the more holy of the nutcases he knew walked the halls of the Vatican, himself among them even if his crimes were a lot lighter.
The man finally dropped down from the sky. Ikkyu didn't even try to understand how that had happened. He was too tired to bother fighting the idea that people could fly now. He just relaxed a bit in knowing he wasn't going to be left for dead on a beach covered in glitter. That would probably make the news and that wasn't what he wanted to be remembered for. Also way too many girls would show up at his funeral for the connection not to be made that he was a bit of a manwhore. He'd surely be shamed at that point. But no, he wasn't dying. He somewhat recognized the man. He was vaguely sure he knew who this guy was. He at least knew that he was a quincy. That meant little hope for some immediate healing magic. Ikkyu would take what he could get though.
Finally the question came out though. He had been asked what happened, not once but twice by both of his rescuers. The glitter girl even added onto her question, asking who and if he had one which only made Ikkyu's head fall back down to the bench seat in exhaustion. He had been pretty far from winning to say the least. "Some arrancar snuck up on me a few.... a little bit ago, and no I didn't win" He really didn't see the need to go into any more detail about all of that though. He wasn't sure how obvious it was that it had been more complicated than that, but who really cared? "I'm pretty sure he's not interested anymore.. coming back here for a bit i mean, so there's no need to worry about him" he went on, being all professional and giving a very low effort report. Slowly he lifted his head back up, glancing from the quincy and then to the girl, forcing a smile onto his face that was ninety-nine percent beliable. He was good with smiles. "Thanks for coming" he hadn't thanked either yet. Even if the girl had done near nothing and drowned him in sparkley stuff she had done more than some other people around the beach.
Stats:HAN: 10 ♠ REI: 14 ♠ HAK: 8 ♠ SEI: 16 ♠ BUK: 16 ♠ HOH: 12 |
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