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'click, click, click' went the snap of her fingers, the midnight blue nails clacking against each other as the lady swayed in time with the music of a street band below. She stood atop a building, gazing longingly at the musician, her eyes tearing up with sadness. She could feel it, the emotion, the powerful, undeniable cosmic force that is music. She could see it, the notes swaying through the wind, the hasty citizens avoiding his eye as they pretended not to notice him. Not everyone could play, and not all that could, could play well. But those tunes, the string of chords, the sway of the breeze that played with her dark ponytail, pulling it around and trying its best to unravel it. Beautiful, she lived for moments of sonder like this.
The man below sighed, the music cutting off as yet another person walked past without registering him. His life had probably crumbled, lost his job, maybe drugs, drink or woman, and this is what he was reduced to. Possibly a struggling musician or just a struggling human, either way, it was a talent wasted. And Vee hated untapped potential, frowning, but more at the circumstance than the man. Turning, her hand stretching out as the man closed his case, a roll of notes tumbling off her finger tips and down into the case as it snapped shut. He looked up, wonder in his eyes, but the lady, unseen until now, remained unseen. She swayed into the centre of the roof. Her left hand still clicking, flew out and clicked at a group up there with her. A small gathering of men with instruments immediately took up a song. She had trained them to set it to the environment, the melody matching her ears perfectly, drifting through the wind to hint at her, whisper their delights in her ear, like a secret the music wanted only her to know. She smiled, both arms raising, stopping clicking and started daintily dancing.
She was light on her feet, her bushy dress swayed and swished like a tree, the music altering to work in this new sound. She sighed with satisfaction, it truly was a lovely night. Picking up her feet and speeding up the dancing, the band sped up with her, keeping the adrenaline going, she moved faster, twirling, leaping, throwing her body around with gay abandon. The music raised above the rooftop, loud enough to wake everyone in three blocks, but their shouts fell deaf upon her ears. Freedom was intoxicating.
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Post by Victor Reynolds on Aug 26, 2016 9:54:42 GMT
Victor had been walking through Naruki City for about fifteen minutes, enjoying his newfound body and freedom. ‘All of those other Shinigami complained about these gigai.’ He tugged lightly on the collar of his unkempt shirt, as if out of habit. He loved this, the smells of the city, the sounds of people busying themselves about and living their live. It was perfect. None of that stuffy imperialism and quiet life. He hated it more than anything, a life full of false calm and peace.
‘This is the life, man.’ A quirky pirates smile crawled along his face. He began to hum an old tune, something he recognized but couldn't remember. ‘Blue Moon?’ He scratched his chin but shrugged his shoulders as he walked by a man playing some sad tune in the street. As soon as he noticed the Man with the old guitar he turned on his heels, somewhat dramatically, to go back to the man who was just snapping closed his case. “Hey, man.” He never really knew how but japanese just seemed to make since when he spoke “Nice….
He suddenly trailed off his sentence, a twenty note in his hand, as beautiful music began to play from somewhere above him. He looked up towards the roofs above him, with wonder and puzzlement in his eyes. He just had to find the source of that music and the bewildering spiritual presence he felt coming from it.
He wondered around to the back of the building the music was emanating from and began to scale the side of the building. Pulling himself up in leaping measures he made the roof of the building in ten or fifteen seconds. Landing on the edge of the building he saw an amazing sight, what looked like a dancing woman and a quartet of men playing instruments in an escalating tempo. “Man, this is something else.” He couldn't help the words from quietly slipping from his lips, almost like water down a falls.
Her dancing faltered, slowing down and gradually stopping as she saw the man. A smile playing on her lips, she did so love toys. The band finished allargando, down to a crawl, quiet and cautious as she approached the man. Her feet still moved in a advancing line dance style walk, humming to herself the tune playing. The grey, plastic stone replica sheet floor was almost impossible to see in the night, only the lights from the taller buildings to see by, the band cast in shadows and only enough light to see the main features on each others faces. Less so for the man who was facing towards her, and so had his back to the light.
Vee had not been surprised to see a stranger there, her spiritual nature attracted all kinds of people and non-people. But all were welcome with good intentions, and those with fun bad intentions. Which category he fell under was of no importance to her, she was used to people watching her, her body, her moves, her preceding reputation meant that at least a few people were keeping an eye on her at all times. But no fun story ever started with cautious. She stopped right in front of him, her feet coming together nicely at the end of a twist, she curtsied, coming up with her hand bowed out. Proffered for him to accept her offer. In a true ball fashion, he would either take her hand and lead out onto the dance floor, or kiss the hand, then lead her out. Technically as a woman she would not do the asking, but this was not Victorian times so who gives a shit.
There was always the chance he would meet her offer with a sword to her throat. But he would then have to live with the fact that he was a boring git. And she would not wish that upon anyone. "What's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?" she teased.
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Post by Victor Reynolds on Aug 30, 2016 16:19:55 GMT
Victor stood there in awe. This unknown woman was offering him a hand in some courtly gesture, most likely requesting a dance. ‘I have no clue who this is.’ He thought to himself ‘Does she expect me to really just take her hand?’ He thought on this for a moment but nevertheless he shrugged his shoulders and reached out to take her hand.
He pulled her close and put his hand in the small of her back. “So….” He smiled and swayed lightly to the music. “What brings a lady like yourself to such a…” he gave a darting glance over to the orchestral crew. “Crowded rooftop?” Victor was still very wary of the woman. She emanated an odd spiritual presence, something Vic had never felt before. ‘Whats a strange woman and a strings band doing up on a rooftop? Why is she up here dancing? Why is her essence so weird?’ These were questions that Vic had to have answered, the whole reason he was even up here dancing with this woman.
Victor sashayed and danced about with the woman for a moment, before coming to a slow stop. He continued to hold her in a manner befitting dance, holding her one hand out with his hand on the small of her back. While Vic did like dancing, he had a few questions for her. Victor needed answers and the dancing would stop until he got them.
Her breathing became laboured, staring into the mans eyes in shock, the band came to an abrupt screeching stop. Her own eyes hardened, staring daggers into him, his actions there were unforgivable. To sneak up on her and watch her like that, join in her dancing, the night could have gone so well, then he had to stop her. Ruin her mood. Kill the bliss. To stop a queen dancing in the Victorian era would be punishable by cutting off the hands, something she considered right then. But screaming did not go well with a nice night, there was a time for maiming and a time for dancing, and this was a dancing night. So she kneed him in the balls instead.
Her knee came sharply back down, stamping on his foot and twisting away from the man, she walked backwards in horror, staring at him. "Leave your right to call yourself a gentleman on the way off of my roof" she stated casually, as if dismissing a dance class, then turned nonchalantly, facing her back to him but keeping an eye on his presense. If he tried to approach her in anger she wanted to know. Normally she was an open book, ready to be read, any question could be asked and she would whisper it into her partners ear. But to stop her dancing, to stop so suddenly as well...he was lucky she did not cut off his balls completely. Regaining herself, she moved the retreat into a spin, arms wide out to try bring back the moment of freedom the man had so rudely taken from her. Her eyes closed, leaning her head back and leaping into a repeating spin. And so she moved there, slowly eating up the meters to the edge of the building while spinning, unstopped she would spin right off of the edge. The bands music built up, moving with her spinning like it would in a film, ready to climax on the point she would fall. They knew better than to disrupt her dancing, and knew she would rather she fell free than be pulled back in debt.
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Satoshi enjoyed many things. He enjoys good company, he enjoys slaughtering, hell he even loves human food. But out of all of those things, there is one thing that is not like the others. For the maniacal Shinigami that he was, sweet sweet music was that one thing, and that's exactly what he heard coming from Naruki city. It was faint, soft...and yet...off. Satoshi cringed at the very thought of this music. He could hear the repeat of the main note off by a tad bit. It was like someone poking you in the ear-lobe to try and annoy you every 4 seconds. Satoshi had tried to ignore it at first, but it just wasn't happening. He stood up from his nap against an air-turbine unit against a rooftop, and then step over slowly toward the edge of the roof.
"YAEEAHAAAA!!!!!!" Dramatically enough, the Man's head darts toward the direction of a nearby scream. 'Hollow attack', Satoshi thinks to himself. But nevertheless, the music was far more entertaining. Infact, Satoshi could even see the poor old Woman's soul being attacked by a Gillian. For a split second, he opens his mouth as if he is about to say something...'Bummer.'
At that moment, as if on cue, the music came to a sudden stop. Ironically enough, two spiritual signals pinged in his head at almost the same time. 'How had I not spotted them before?' He wonders. He shrugs his shoulders with the least amount of effort, and places both of his tan hands into his pockets. Satoshi's long black trench coat swaying leftward into the wind, catching the breeze like a black flag swanger. His white hair flowing through the air like snow in the north pole. His cold eyes eyes and beautiful white hair protrayed his face as a handsome young man, with a blank, bored face. A light 5 0'clock shadow marked his face as if a kid had taken and drawn lightly over it with pencil.
"Woosh"
Satoshi's body blinked away as he flash stepped toward the obvious confrontation. But... he did so with a huge, shit eating grin.
"FUN! FUN! FUUUN!" He screamed the whole way toward the two individuals. He absolutely could not wait to see what kind of things were going on in a place like Naruki city. He adored the human world, and would love to see it come into action! His uncouth speeds allowed him to reach the point of interest in a fairly short amount of time, only to see a man get kicked in the nuts, and the woman responsible twirling away. He tilted his head toward the lady, quite gorgeous. Once more, Satoshi dissipeared while masking his presence. The pace at which he sped toward the lady was inmeasurable, as just as she was about to take her last rotation off of the roof, he re-appeared instantaneously. He wasn't in her way, but rather behind where she used to be spinning. He darted his right hand toward her hand with a grin, and caught her into a magnificent twirl, her leg dangling off the roof, one spin away from a dis-tasting fall.
"Your band was off a few notes, what were you thinking? You take play songs like that for granted, they're absolutely lovely."
His cold eyes turned warm and cozy, and his golden yellow eyes came to meet her gaze. He then looked at the opposing Shinigami at the other end of the roof, and his smile came to an end, and he looked back at her.
"My my, do you have any idea how much that stuff hurts, miss? Quite vulgar of you for a lady."
Satoshi gave the girl a solid tug on her hand, which focused her body weight into another twirl. Yet, this twirl was inward and toward Satoshi. He caught her with a certain finess, and then spun her downward into a dramatic lean. He stared her down with his beautiful eyes, his icy hair flowing from atop his head toward her face.
"Nice to meet you, I'm the guy other guys can't compare to."
Post by Victor Reynolds on Aug 31, 2016 21:36:12 GMT
A rage welled up inside of Vic, along with a dull pain in his loins. ‘Victor…’ A quiet voice chimed up from somewhere within himself. ‘You must remain calm, Dear.’ Victor felt the warm fuzzy touch of Redeemer somewhere deep inside himself. He could almost immediately feel a calming effect wash over his spirit. From the day that Victor discovered Her she had always found some method of bringing serenity to his mind and soul. ‘Fine…’ He spoke within himself.
Victor looked at the woman and the newly arrived man, most certainly a Shinigami like himself, and groan lightly. He righted himself from the blow to the groin and patted his pocket looking for something. He pulls out a green box, drawing a smoke from inside. Pressing the smoke to his lips he twirls out a lighter and sets the end ablaze. ‘Oh dear lord.’ He shivered for a moment from his first smoke in five years. As he exhaled he turned his back slowly to the woman and the interloper. “I’m blowing this joint.”
On the ledge of the building he dove off with a mighty leap, disappearing into the shadows of an alley below. ”Those dopes were weird as hell.” He knew he needed to keep an eye out for people like that, especially if he planned to leave the Society. Victor made fresh haste, heading for Karakura Town and someone he knew he could speak with.
The night was ruined, the dancing was spoiled, the moment was taken from her like candy from a child. The music died down to nothing, the band was in shock with the series of events, Vee was unmoving, speechless for the first time in her life. And this guy really needed a tic tac. He had moves, that was for sure, a little fancy pants for her liking but at least he had some life in him, unlike the other guy who seemed to have nose dived off the roof. She was relieved she did not have to deal with him anymore, cocky guys like the one currently dipping her was something she could deal with. But boring people were just boring to deal with. After all, where's the fun in a challenge if the challenge is not fun.
She met his eyes, a playful look creeping over her face, he was blatantly a Shinigami. But the fact he had danced instead of attacking meant he was either an over confident one or a rogue one, and both could be useful. Though one required slightly more convincing. "A pleasure to meet you Mr. Uncomparable, I am Miss. Incorrigible." With emphasise on the miss to let him know she was single and a quick peck on the nose. She looked down at his posture "If you wouldn't mind? The humanoid was made with two legs and I would very much like to stand on them." Her head was starting to get dizzy with the blood rushing to it. She had not minded he pulled her back or disrupted her spinning, he was handsome enough and had a strange glint to his eye that promised a good time you might not live through. She could dig that.
However his comment about her band being off a bit was strange, she thought they had performed excellently, possibly it was his position that had made it sound strange. After all, they were trained to change to her mood and situation, not everyone in the areas. Meaning she could near things or be in a certain acoustic position that others could not benefit from. But that was something to ponder upon later.
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The smile stretched across the face of Mr.Uncomparable had turned from something very recognizable, cockiness, to the infamous "Evil smirk". Both of his wide-spread hands across her back were shaking in excitement as she was speechless. Satoshi had just gotten out of her just the reaction he was hoping for, but not expecting. Satoshi's pupils dilated in complete harmony as the apparent human made her comment. He took a large, unnatural sniff as he raised his head and eyes, his breath was quickening, then came to an abrupt stop as he looked up to the sky for a brief moment, then came back down to where the previous Shinigami had been standing. His crystal-like topaz eyes came back to his previous look for boredom, and his eyes had shrunken to their original state. He knew that Shinigami was off to do his duty, or continue to hop about rooftops, however, Satoshi Yamada did not care in the slightest, as he had no interest in people with small, pathetic agendas.
"Gladly."
The woman's voice rang in his head, she had told him let her go, and that's what he planned on doing. Satoshi's hands dashed from behind her back as if retreating, but just as swiftly entered his pockets. With this, Satoshi could easily watch the Woman's wish being granted while simultaneously watching her fall right on her back. He thought this woman was most definitely different then any normal human, her spiritual pressure was more dense and focused then that of a normal Homosapien's.
"Full...bringer. A spiritually aware race of Human's not so far off from that of a hollow's abilities, each one classified differently with powers varying."
Squad 12's information had flooded his head in that instant, bringing about a summary of everything he knew on the Fullbringer opposition. He knew that most of these individuals posed no threat, but some had an inclination to use these powers for nasty little deeds. The man very deeply wondered what their blood would look like on his blade, and their body mangled on his experimentation table. However, Satoshi was beyond such vulgar impulsed if he can help it. The man had been quick to put on a much more calm and collected demeanour when the initial confrontation was over. He took both his hands out of his pockets, placed them on the inner lining of his trench coat, and pulled. The over-coat had re-adjusted itself on his body to allow Satoshi more comfortability.
"Such an interesting Race of individuals, we have so much to learn about such power. Another time."
Satoshi turned toward the woman once more, only to ask...
Vee simply and calmly pushed her hand out flat in front of her as she fell, another hand appearing behind her and pushing on her back until she was on her feet. Merely tilting forwards until she was upright, then brushing off her dress, the hand disappeared. "Ugh" she scoffed angrily, she hated men so much. Maybe some of the girls he sleeps with like that whole treated like shit thing, but she had a rather higher standard. Of course, she had slept with most of the men she knew, but they had all been nice to her before they got any. This man seemed to lack even the basics of manners, and that was saying something coming from her.
She turned, hands on hips and tongue moving along the bottom of her lower gum, she looked thoroughly unamused. "My intention is to leave, right now. Congratulations, you have ruined what was to be a nice night." Fixing him with a withering stare before going to walk straight past him to the stairwell, the band hurriedly packing up to form a honour guard to the door. All she had wanted to do was enjoy a nice night, why did they both have to come along. The two most boring, arrogant, self interested people in naruki, and they had to come along and ruin her night, at the same time. She felt like she had won the worst lottery in the world. Opening the door, the band folding in behind her and following her down, the last band member looking around before going through, nodding as he saw they had left nothing of interest behind and closing the door behind him.
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Name: Interpretive Dance Class: Hand to Hand Tier: I-III Type: Offensive Range: 50m Description: Vee's movements are copied anywhere in the range of the tech in a reishi form. This can only effect one limb at a time and for no more than two posts each and at the max speed for the used tier, the lower the tier, the faster they can be used in succession. The location of creation and movement after that is decided by the user, for example: Vee holds her hand out and grab thin air, 70m away, a hand closes around a coffee, the decision is then hers to move that hand, however not the position it is in. The way it is when it is created is how it must stay until the tech is over, however these limbs do not have joints and so attempts to move or bend the fingers are futile unless with a tech of equal or greater tier in which case the limb breaks.
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CBOX RULES
I. DON'T START/ENGAGE IN DRAMA.
II. DON'T ASK FOR GRADINGS.
III. RESPECT EVERYONE.
IV. NO BIGOTRY.
V. NO IMITATING PEOPLE.
VI. KEEP IT PG-13.
VII. NO ADS/LINKING OTHER FORUMS EXCEPT RESOURCE SITES
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XI. IF STAFF ASKS YOU TO STOP OR MOVE ON, DO IT.
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