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Post by Satoshi on Nov 23, 2017 23:53:13 GMT
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These selections, gods save these humans. He didn't understand how anyone could drink this and enjoy it. Comparatively, he could call this trash-water as opposed to common Seretei Sake. Though he hadn't returned to his forsaken home-world in fair amount of time, his memory of their many extraodinary fermented liqour recipes were fortunately easy to keep at heart.
One would suppose you couldn't really expect anything less from someone with an addictive personality; luckily he didn't have any problems with drinking to be able to admit, or even deny such a request. It was dangerous to be so out of synchronization with ones mind and body when he had to keep himself sharpened in every situation; 'less his life be lost within a moments notice.
"Another Matcha Hai. Hakushu 12 year Whiskey this time instead of that Hibiki you filtered through the sewer lines." He spoke with a distracted tone, staring at his C.I.C. Cellular information communicator; a device given to him by his arms broker, Gage Mekhanic.
-"Hey; I don't make the drinks here, Guy." The bartender said in his defense.
-"I don't recall asking for your opinion..'Guy'." Satoshi's amber eyes seemed to glow through the lenses of his cheap prescription glasses, veering them to glare at the man behind the wooden bar-counter. The man before him seemed to become very tense, and awkwardly turned away the whiskey that the ex-Shinigami asked for.
-Egotistical peasant, he thought in silence. He looked down at his device once more.
The C.I.C. It allowed any information to be relayed to and from a nearly infinite storage server unit, deep underground. Information about friendlies or not so friendlies, unique material/items to common objects, blueprints to complex structure spreadsheet designs. It was an easy way to know who he was dealing with, and possible strategies to avoid injury.
-Inside the Alibi, the backwater bar in Naruki city had finally served him his drink after several failed attemps at pouring the botte of whiskey shaky and nervous hands. He took and bombed it fast, chasing it with a shot of tonic water. His face cringed from the bitter taste, and then quickly reverted to the grim and criminal look it original had. His outfit didn't exactly match his posture and how he carried himself, but he enjoyed it.
He had an expensive overcoat that was buttoned over his long sleeve black turtle-neck that only came up two inches from the bottom of his throat. Cheap work-boots and cheap prescription glasses covered his body, and two black rings on each hand that adorned a lightning bolt through a skull on the top; although small, it was detailed.
He often came out in Naruki city for a normal night to see how the human's operated, and how they communicated. If he was ever going to have any influence on these people as a whole, he needed to be able to think like they did.
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Post by Jin Yurohana on Dec 9, 2017 17:22:55 GMT
It was such a beautiful night in Jin’s honest opinion. The glorious moon hovers ever so high from this world, yet it still shone the eerie glow that humans commonly label as moonlight. Although Jin knew better as the moon is simply reflecting the light of the sun back onto this world. Only not as warm as there’s still a chill in the air. Perhaps that is the true difference between sunlight and moonlight.
But such thoughts is better for someone smart! Such things is not fitted for someone who’s labeled as the town drunkard like Jin over here. The only problem is that whether he’s sober or drunk he moves and acts the same. So it’s assumed that he’s always drunk, which is not a lie. He’s been traveling back and forth from Naruki City to Karakura Town and back. For multiple reasons, but Jin has actually been pondering that he should open a dojo meant to train humans who have ‘awakened’ to their power. The problem is that Jin doesn’t have that much power in himself to do such a thing. At least not yet, and he’s been wanting to train humans with power in order to help combat against these Howlers.
It was a long term goal, and Jin has been traveling to better himself both skill and maybe clear up the drunkard part. Instead however, Jin has rightfully earned his underground arena name Drunkard Dragon. Ever since he was 15 Jin had participated underground fights after fights originally just for the thrill of fighting. Then it became his source of income, and that was probably around the time he earned his nickname. Jin isn’t sure if it has reached the ears of local, but there had been times where people would simply avoid him. Even more so when he began drinking.
Jin reaches under his coat that has been washed with the familiar cleansing liquid. Coming out from his coat is a stainless steel flask that has a brown leather wrapped around the body. He flips the topper off and goes to put it at his lips. However he was quickly met with disappointment for he had nothing but fumes. The town drunkard grows agitated from this since he could’ve sworn he filled it up last night, but in reality he did fill it up with scotch and ended up drinking it all before passing out on his bed. He just doesn’t remember that part.
“Now where in all hell can i find a nice place to drink?” Jin asked himself as he wandered through the streets. Eventually he came upon a bar that was still open at this time of night, and Jin thanked whatever god was listening before waltzing into the establishment. Some of the customers stopped whatever they were doing and looked over at Jin who just walked in. Jin didn’t really care though as he just waved them off while making his way over to the bar. Not really paying attention to the guy dressed very nicely and formally too.
“I’d like to get a drink. Preferably Jack Daniel’s whiskey.” Jin spoke as he sat maybe two seats down from Satoshi. The bartender rolled his eyes and in fact appeared to be disgusted by his appearance. Probably because a drunkard just entered his bar and probably earned a stain on this bar’s image. Either way Jin didn’t care, but his eyes watched the bartender filling up a glass only halfway with the jack daniel’s before adding ice cold water to fill it three quarters full. When the bartender came and presented the glass Jin actually nudged it to the side.
“Sorry, but i don’t like watered down drinks. Mind trying again?” The bartender’s eyes grew dark before he took the glass and poured the contents into the sink. This time he goes in the back for almost a minute and comes back. Only this time the glass was filled with clear liquid that was strangely bubbly. “Here. Now hurry up and get out of my bar!” When the bartender practically slammed the glass onto the counter in front of Jin. The man picked up the glass and was about to down it in one gulp. That is, until he saw that one tiny speck of white that shouldn’t be there, and it happened to be the reason of the carbonation as tiny air bubbles stream out of it.
Jin placed the glass down again not drinking the contents as he stared at the bartender with an amusing expression. “So your solution to your problem is to drug me up and ship me off somewhere else is that it? My, you don’t treat your customers very well do you?” The man behind the bar looks like he’s ready to explode in anger while Jin simply stares back with a calm atmosphere. As if he’s not worried at all what this man can do.
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Post by Satoshi on Dec 10, 2017 0:03:31 GMT
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OThe night was stiff, and the drinks were even stiffer. The suited silver stallion had research to be done, and he had trouble doing it while the Bartender was having trouble keeping up with his drink requests. He wondered what the tolerance was for employment here..Far too laid back, if you were to ask Satoshi. One might seek to simply fire the man, the ex-shinigami would personally wish to see his soul float to the afterlife. But alas, such trivial persuits were destined to pass untouched as he knew his own goals would be short-circuited if he were to follow through with threats of his own. He preferred to be more of a man of action and discipline.
After dazing off into space while thumbing over his device, his mind came back to the situation. He often had moments of dazing in thought, a consequence of constant overthinking. He noticed the Bartender and a man who had seated himself without his knowledge. He parted his long hair to the side and pushed up his glasses to view the newcomer better. He had a warriors composition..And a warriors mind as well, it seemed. To be diluted by alcohol was an unfortunate side-effect of turmoil. Shame to be put to waist in a society with no recognition for true skill. Anywho..What were they arguing about? He scratched his head and nodded off back into his device.
-He took another sip, followed by a dissastisfied twitch in his cheek as he swished the liquid in his mouth, slapping his tongue around.
He looked up at the Bartender, who was keen on staring down a stranger with a look of livid passion.
"Excuse me.." He murmured quietly, no reply.
"Excuse me..." He waited this time for a moment, the Bartender simply glanced over at him and reached under the table, slamming a metal bat onto the table with an aggressive thrust.
"'Excuse me..Excuse m'- Excuse me what?! Everyone got a problem now with my drinks, eh? Fucking gaping pieces of shit. JOHHNY, SERGIO!" The bartender mocked him, who then proceded to call out two rather large men from inside the break-room behind the bar.
"Problem, Tony?" One of them said, eyeballing Jin.
"Yeah, two real big fucking problems that I'd like to have tossed outside with a little extra dirt on this one's ugly ass Italian suit." Tony the bartender picked up the bat and pointed at Satoshi, who looked down back at his phone. He assumed the bartender was joking about making them leave. He didn't know about the stranger, but he wasn't planning on going anywhere. He was rather comfortable for the time being.
It all changed when Johnny, one of the bartenders, walked around and put his hand on Satoshi's shoulder, while Sergio moved over and put his hand on Jin's.
"Time to go fellas." Sergio said. "Up up and away, tough guy." Johnny joked.
The Vizard's eyes slowly shifted from the body-guards placed hand, back to his phone; he placed his device on the table, taking off his glasses, folding them, and placing them lightly on the table.
"In life, I tend not to like repeating myself. So listen to me carefully, Johnny, was it? Take your hand off my 'ugly' suit, and put it back next to your side, or you will spend the rest of the day wishing you hadn't."
Tony chuckled and cocked the bat before Johnny said,
"Not necessary boss, I got him."
Johnny put another hand on Satoshi's side, and bent his legs down to lift him quickly off the chair. The Vizard's eyes darkened, and he sighed for a brief moment before the body guarded screamed in agony. Everyone in the bar gaped in horror as the only noise were sounds of pain, Satoshi had stuck two fingers from his right hand into the bodyguards eye sockets. His arm swiped sideways, and Johnny flew across the bar and slid against the ground; taking out a few tables along his way as people began running out of the bar.
Tony bellowed. "You sick fuck!" And swung the bat right for his face, immediately interupted by a glass cup shattering against his ribs. Satoshi had simply flicked the glass, and it impacted and impaled the man with shards of tiny glass. He crumpled to the floor, air from his lungs knocked out. Satoshi stood at Sergio, who stared at him back in shock. Satoshi put his glasses back on, with two people moaning in the background he went back to reading.
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