A Visored and An Ex-Quincy (Private, Takeshima)

Takeshima was sitting comfortably, punching a few numbers when he heard a voice. As he looked up he saw his partner. It seemed he was heading out for lunch, well he was until the door opened. The man held his curse back but Takeshima could feel it before he waved him ahead. “It’s fine Ji, I’ve got it covered. Just pick me up something would you.” He said before the man nodded and moved past the newcomer and out the door. After that Takeshima went back to looking down at his work, tapping his pencil against the desk while he tried to remember what number was just in his head. “Welcome to the Other Side Pawn Shop.” He said out to the visored before he looked up, feeling some pulse of reiatsu, though it still felt so faint he wasn’t sure it was actually there. “What..” Takeshima paused, clenching his teeth slightly. “What brings you here? Dropping something off?” He asked.

Takeshima listened to him and focused his eyes on the boy who pulled out his pocket. “Sure, I’ll take a look at it.” He told Tyler before he paused, listening to the rest before he closed his eyes. “The beast in your head huh?” He asked as he began speak with a more intense voice. His eyes opened halfway and he tried to sense out. All he could assume was that the pulse he felt earlier was from this boy.

“I’m afraid I don’t help visoreds. Not unless they show me they’re worth it.” He said plainly as he pulled his hands up and set them on the table. “Besides, the ring probably likes you. When you drop it, you’ll find it with you. When you break it, it’ll be together in your pocket when you wake up. It won’t leave you.” He said as he felt another slight pulse, the scent of hollow. His nose visibly flared and he turned his head to the side. “And the pathetic hollow that waits inside you will be aching for you to just accept your fate and let him take control.” He told the boy. “But feel free to peruse the shop.”

Takeshima stared daggers at the kid during the question. Then for a moment he smirked. “I’m neither. Nothing actually.” He said, honestly. “Still a lot more than you are though.” He told the boy before he looked down. ‘Now you can go ahead and do one of three things. “You can look around my store, buy something. You can just get out and go fuck off.” Then there was a pause. “Or, you can try and prove to me that you’re worth my help. Just make an attempt to say, Mister, I’m worth your time and effort.” He told the kid before he went back to crunching numbers. “Though as puny as you are you still wouldn’t be worth it. You and your friend will probably be dead by this time next year, devoured by some Gillian or Adjuchas.”