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That's perfectly fine with me. ^^
Eviledd1984 saidWell, it's not that it's irritating. I just don't want to complicate the plot any more than I have to.
We could do a one on one RP but i can not do the Vizzard thing im good for that so i don't piss you off.
However, I'm more than open to further discussion about it. Side-archs are always welcome and player-contributions are encouraged. :)
Anyone interested?
Eviledd1984 saidWell, being that that's not part of the plot, I wouldn't see it going over very well ICly (considering the plot, ironically). Regardless, it'd be more interesting if you put your own twist to it. Still, Kuroda would probably call for him to be killed immediately in fear of infestation. You can PM me with more details for an Arc. If you really wish to explore it in-depth, we can create a 1x1 about it.
We can the Shinigami right well i had something planned of turning my guy if i can make him form Shinigami to Vizzard or could we make something like what Aizen had?
I'm going to try to make an IC post tomorrow. When CS's are confirmed, I will describe what your character would have been ordered to do.
Sorry, everyone. Went camping this weekend. Didn't think to post anything here since there was nothing posted.
Kaben: What's confusing? I'll try to make it clearer for you. ^^
Stitch: Yes. Might request some alterations, though.
Yosh: Haha, yuppers. ;P
Kaben: What's confusing? I'll try to make it clearer for you. ^^
Stitch: Yes. Might request some alterations, though.
Yosh: Haha, yuppers. ;P
"Why does this sadden you, Yue-chan?"
He was surprised by this, but held onto his emotions if only for the sake of Yue. He'd grown to care for her deeply, and it was different than anything he'd ever felt. To see her express sorrow, it created a sorrow within him. He didn't know why he would feel negatively towards this revelation, so he pushed it aside.
"Isn't this for the betterment of the Houses' relationships? Is he unsuitable?"
That second question was a surprise to him. Why should he care? The Houses held many favorable suitors, so how was he to suspect the son of the Head to be "unsuitable"? He knew the relations between these two Houses in particular was more than rocky, but he respected the mutual decision between the two Heads.
"I apologize. That was inappropriate."
Yue tightened her arms around Kouta and said, "It's okay; it's you and I don't mind." Though Kouta's second query was slightly strange, Yue was too upset to make out anything off and brushed it off, answering him instead. "I think it'll help their relationship... but why me? Couldn't he have picked someone else? I'm too young, I don't want to marry anybody." Though she was aware of how selfish she was being, Yue didn't particularly care at that moment. She knew how valuable a marriage would be between the two Houses and the political and social stability it would bring, strengthening both Houses. But it was all forgotten in the heat of the moment, because Yue didn't want to remember.
Kouta's presence and embrace had significantly reduced her tears and she tried to compose herself a little bit before looking up. "Nii-san, what do I do?"
His eyes looked upon her in a slight confusion. He thought her to be throwing some kind of tantrum, but he then remembered the rumors of this even from his father. Realizing how long it had been going on behind the scenes, he was entirely disheartened by her vehement dislike of this proposal. True, she was young, but she was too mature for this not to be a close eventuality.
"Yue-chan," he whispered. A short pause followed as he still didn't know what to say. "Of all the things you should worry about, why does this distress you the most?"
She hadn't gone to him in such a state about her dealings within the Second Division. Of course, her profession didn't allow for disclosure to those outside their dealings, but she always seemed so composed otherwise. "What about this marriage are you so against? I'm sure they wouldn't remove you from your position if you were to begin bearing children. Even still, that doesn't have to occur for decades to come."
He paused for another moment, considering another possible hesitation toward this matter. "Is there another you've longed after?"
He couldn't remember anyone she spoke about fondly. Perhaps she didn't wish to speak about her infatuations with him, knowing he couldn't fully understand them or enjoy the gossip. She was ever professional and dedicated to her work and betterment of her self.
He was surprised by this, but held onto his emotions if only for the sake of Yue. He'd grown to care for her deeply, and it was different than anything he'd ever felt. To see her express sorrow, it created a sorrow within him. He didn't know why he would feel negatively towards this revelation, so he pushed it aside.
"Isn't this for the betterment of the Houses' relationships? Is he unsuitable?"
That second question was a surprise to him. Why should he care? The Houses held many favorable suitors, so how was he to suspect the son of the Head to be "unsuitable"? He knew the relations between these two Houses in particular was more than rocky, but he respected the mutual decision between the two Heads.
"I apologize. That was inappropriate."
Yue tightened her arms around Kouta and said, "It's okay; it's you and I don't mind." Though Kouta's second query was slightly strange, Yue was too upset to make out anything off and brushed it off, answering him instead. "I think it'll help their relationship... but why me? Couldn't he have picked someone else? I'm too young, I don't want to marry anybody." Though she was aware of how selfish she was being, Yue didn't particularly care at that moment. She knew how valuable a marriage would be between the two Houses and the political and social stability it would bring, strengthening both Houses. But it was all forgotten in the heat of the moment, because Yue didn't want to remember.
Kouta's presence and embrace had significantly reduced her tears and she tried to compose herself a little bit before looking up. "Nii-san, what do I do?"
His eyes looked upon her in a slight confusion. He thought her to be throwing some kind of tantrum, but he then remembered the rumors of this even from his father. Realizing how long it had been going on behind the scenes, he was entirely disheartened by her vehement dislike of this proposal. True, she was young, but she was too mature for this not to be a close eventuality.
"Yue-chan," he whispered. A short pause followed as he still didn't know what to say. "Of all the things you should worry about, why does this distress you the most?"
She hadn't gone to him in such a state about her dealings within the Second Division. Of course, her profession didn't allow for disclosure to those outside their dealings, but she always seemed so composed otherwise. "What about this marriage are you so against? I'm sure they wouldn't remove you from your position if you were to begin bearing children. Even still, that doesn't have to occur for decades to come."
He paused for another moment, considering another possible hesitation toward this matter. "Is there another you've longed after?"
He couldn't remember anyone she spoke about fondly. Perhaps she didn't wish to speak about her infatuations with him, knowing he couldn't fully understand them or enjoy the gossip. She was ever professional and dedicated to her work and betterment of her self.
Kouta rose promptly after Yue and the attendant had left. He looked at his father with a hint of sadness. Akimoto shared the look and took his son's forearm in his strong hand. The forearm was larger than his own, but the grip was unlike any other. Kouta grasped back and they shared a silent moment of joy. "I'm so glad you're okay, son."
Kouta nodded stiffly and followed his father out of the complex, knowing little of where he even was. They passed a few Yukihiro members on their way back from the ceremony and bowed deeply to the pair, to which they returned respectfully. Akimoto was internally grateful Isao hadn't spread propaganda against them.
Back in his office, Isao sighed, already feeling his age take a toll on his body. A thousand years of managing an unruly and brutal house took a considerable effort, effort he sometimes couldn't give for the sake of giving. And now, he had the Ichigawa on his head.They were becoming a bigger thorn in his side than he'd originally envisioned. Much to his displeasure, their suggestion of an inter-house marriage wasn't sounding so bad. Now he only had to decide who to sacrifice for the good of his family.
Kouta nodded stiffly and followed his father out of the complex, knowing little of where he even was. They passed a few Yukihiro members on their way back from the ceremony and bowed deeply to the pair, to which they returned respectfully. Akimoto was internally grateful Isao hadn't spread propaganda against them.
Back in his office, Isao sighed, already feeling his age take a toll on his body. A thousand years of managing an unruly and brutal house took a considerable effort, effort he sometimes couldn't give for the sake of giving. And now, he had the Ichigawa on his head.They were becoming a bigger thorn in his side than he'd originally envisioned. Much to his displeasure, their suggestion of an inter-house marriage wasn't sounding so bad. Now he only had to decide who to sacrifice for the good of his family.
"I shall allow you to greive, Isao, sama. But it might be best to make more sensible and productive decisions in times of crisis and grief. It would only be best for your House as well as your image." This was not the best to speak to the head of a Noble House, but they had known each other for so long that Akimoto declared the privilage to speak as freely as they had. If it would come to blows, then so be it. Honestly, Akimoto believed Isao to be like a brother.
Isao wasn't bothered by Akimoto's informal tone, nor his words. They held no impact on him for he was already dealing with the aftermath well enough to keep the situation under the radar. "I've done everything I could. My House comes before my image, and I intend to keep it so. What are you going to do about your shihan?"
Akimoto believed Isao-sama's image was that of the House, which would mean both of are great importance. But he didn't think it productive or even useful to point out. Instead he nodded slowly and "agreed" with what the man said.
"There is nothing to do. Kouta and I will only have to keep a close eye on everyone ourselves." He didn't care to explain that a lack of shihan need not require the immediate appointment of new shihan. The position came with hard work and determination. Yes, they assisted in much of the teaching, but overall the teaching descended from Akimoto and Kouta themselves.
He gave a shallow bow, another passive sleight at the Head, and said "thank you for your cooperation. Please don't hesitate to ask for assistance."
Isao wasn't bothered by Akimoto's informal tone, nor his words. They held no impact on him for he was already dealing with the aftermath well enough to keep the situation under the radar. "I've done everything I could. My House comes before my image, and I intend to keep it so. What are you going to do about your shihan?"
Akimoto believed Isao-sama's image was that of the House, which would mean both of are great importance. But he didn't think it productive or even useful to point out. Instead he nodded slowly and "agreed" with what the man said.
"There is nothing to do. Kouta and I will only have to keep a close eye on everyone ourselves." He didn't care to explain that a lack of shihan need not require the immediate appointment of new shihan. The position came with hard work and determination. Yes, they assisted in much of the teaching, but overall the teaching descended from Akimoto and Kouta themselves.
He gave a shallow bow, another passive sleight at the Head, and said "thank you for your cooperation. Please don't hesitate to ask for assistance."
So you believe it best to keep a man from important work? Would it not be best to use this experience productively rather than resent the unfortunate events?" The questions were rather antagonistic and mostly rhetorical. He didn't wait for very long for an answer either.
"He did what he deemed necessary at the time. Have you read the reports on the attack from the Research and Information Divisions?" It might have seemed condescending to some, but Akimoto was legitimately curious.
"What is it you needed from me? I'd like to be on my way with my son as soon as possible." He was on the border of threatening with that statement. He didn't do well with mistreating those he cared about. Isao was betraying Akimoto's trust and had done so for an extended period of time. His patience had extinguished.
"I have, as a matter of fact. He could've simply knocked them out, either one way or another." It was hard to keep his tone even and devoid of any emotion. However, he could see this wasn't going anywhere.
"The Gotei have looked into the manner themselves. These events did not go unnoticed. It was revealed that the Hollow responsible for these deaths drained and manipulated Reiryoku itself in a way the Research Division has yet to decipher. They found some kind of hive of dead and diseased Hollow." Akimoto realized this might have gone ignored. "They suspect your men were doomed to die with the death of the Hollow."
"If you believe yourself to be too busy to check on your gravely injured son, or take him back, so be it. Take him and leave but this will not be forgotten by the ones who don't have a father or have buried their children."
"And I don't suspect for it to be forgotten. Such a grave catastrophe deserves to be remembered and learned from." Possibly a jab at Isao, himself.
"He did what he deemed necessary at the time. Have you read the reports on the attack from the Research and Information Divisions?" It might have seemed condescending to some, but Akimoto was legitimately curious.
"What is it you needed from me? I'd like to be on my way with my son as soon as possible." He was on the border of threatening with that statement. He didn't do well with mistreating those he cared about. Isao was betraying Akimoto's trust and had done so for an extended period of time. His patience had extinguished.
"I have, as a matter of fact. He could've simply knocked them out, either one way or another." It was hard to keep his tone even and devoid of any emotion. However, he could see this wasn't going anywhere.
"The Gotei have looked into the manner themselves. These events did not go unnoticed. It was revealed that the Hollow responsible for these deaths drained and manipulated Reiryoku itself in a way the Research Division has yet to decipher. They found some kind of hive of dead and diseased Hollow." Akimoto realized this might have gone ignored. "They suspect your men were doomed to die with the death of the Hollow."
"If you believe yourself to be too busy to check on your gravely injured son, or take him back, so be it. Take him and leave but this will not be forgotten by the ones who don't have a father or have buried their children."
"And I don't suspect for it to be forgotten. Such a grave catastrophe deserves to be remembered and learned from." Possibly a jab at Isao, himself.
The Dojo echoed with the grunts and gasps of men and women sparring against each other while fighting through fatigue. Kouta was more conscientious of others limits, but it clear Akimoto believed in pushing beyond boundaries. Even the Shihan were having difficulty with keeping up. Perhaps Kouta had become too soft, Akimoto thought a few times to himself.
The numbers had decreased, and Akimoto noted how the Yukihiro house had removed many of their members from the dojo. Akimoto had heard that many of them died during the mission in the World of the Living but only noticed how devastating the losses were when it affected him. Maybe he was taking out his frustration on the class.
What was even more surprising was the amount of time Kouta needed to be healed. It'd been weeks and he'd yet to hear from his son. Of course, he hadn't the mind to reach out to contact him. He didn't worry for the boy's well-being as the Yukihiro healers were enough to heal most any injury. Akimoto also wished to keep focused on whatever work he could accomplish without Kouta.
"Captain Akimoto, Sensei." A Yukihiro member of a higher standing addressed him eventually. The man looked familiar, but coming from such a large house and having trained many of them, he couldn't discern who the man might be. Regardless, the man bowed deeply in respect for the Shinigami.
"Yes..." he replied with a similar bow while indicating he'd forgotten the man's name. "Ito," the man said and Akimoto continued through his lesson while sweating with the profuseness of his usual regiments. "Isao-sama seeks your company immediately. He seems impatient to tell you what happened in the World of the Living."
Akimoto actually stopped to look at the man with a full front. This was entirely unusual in itself. Such a disciplined man was taken aback by what the messenger said. "Isao-sama is impatient? What makes him think he knows better than the Research and Information Divisions?" He was clearly offended but his tone remained neutrual, almost light.
"He can wait until I'm done my lesson for the day," he told the man, resuming his workout that others might consider tortuous and inhumane even by seated-Shinigami standards.
This particular session took hours longer than his usual lessons. He was passively punishing the head without directly coming into an aggressive stance or position. It was mid-evening when Akimoto made his way to the House. He didn't bother changing into his Captain's garb as he wished to make this a conversation amongst equals. His bare torso showed light scarring and some structural damage from years of abuse. Still, his body looked as strong and resilient as always. Perhaps he was unconsciously attempting to intimidate Isao.
The guards outside the Yukihiro gate bowed deeply upon his arrival but looked quizzically upon his informal appearance. They knew their Head wished to speak with the man who'd done so much for their house in particular. Hopefully this wouldn't result in a falling-out for they would, most likely, be in the crossfire.
Akimoto made his way through the long corridors and large chambers which made up the castle within which the Yukihiro House resided. He knocked on Isao's office door twice before opening the door himself to reveal his almost exasperated demeanor. "You wished to see me," he said with a slight bite but the tone was light nonetheless. "I hope my son is doing well. Do your medical professionals know when he might be prepared to return to his duties?"
The numbers had decreased, and Akimoto noted how the Yukihiro house had removed many of their members from the dojo. Akimoto had heard that many of them died during the mission in the World of the Living but only noticed how devastating the losses were when it affected him. Maybe he was taking out his frustration on the class.
What was even more surprising was the amount of time Kouta needed to be healed. It'd been weeks and he'd yet to hear from his son. Of course, he hadn't the mind to reach out to contact him. He didn't worry for the boy's well-being as the Yukihiro healers were enough to heal most any injury. Akimoto also wished to keep focused on whatever work he could accomplish without Kouta.
"Captain Akimoto, Sensei." A Yukihiro member of a higher standing addressed him eventually. The man looked familiar, but coming from such a large house and having trained many of them, he couldn't discern who the man might be. Regardless, the man bowed deeply in respect for the Shinigami.
"Yes..." he replied with a similar bow while indicating he'd forgotten the man's name. "Ito," the man said and Akimoto continued through his lesson while sweating with the profuseness of his usual regiments. "Isao-sama seeks your company immediately. He seems impatient to tell you what happened in the World of the Living."
Akimoto actually stopped to look at the man with a full front. This was entirely unusual in itself. Such a disciplined man was taken aback by what the messenger said. "Isao-sama is impatient? What makes him think he knows better than the Research and Information Divisions?" He was clearly offended but his tone remained neutrual, almost light.
"He can wait until I'm done my lesson for the day," he told the man, resuming his workout that others might consider tortuous and inhumane even by seated-Shinigami standards.
This particular session took hours longer than his usual lessons. He was passively punishing the head without directly coming into an aggressive stance or position. It was mid-evening when Akimoto made his way to the House. He didn't bother changing into his Captain's garb as he wished to make this a conversation amongst equals. His bare torso showed light scarring and some structural damage from years of abuse. Still, his body looked as strong and resilient as always. Perhaps he was unconsciously attempting to intimidate Isao.
The guards outside the Yukihiro gate bowed deeply upon his arrival but looked quizzically upon his informal appearance. They knew their Head wished to speak with the man who'd done so much for their house in particular. Hopefully this wouldn't result in a falling-out for they would, most likely, be in the crossfire.
Akimoto made his way through the long corridors and large chambers which made up the castle within which the Yukihiro House resided. He knocked on Isao's office door twice before opening the door himself to reveal his almost exasperated demeanor. "You wished to see me," he said with a slight bite but the tone was light nonetheless. "I hope my son is doing well. Do your medical professionals know when he might be prepared to return to his duties?"
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