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Handle the Situation! [Private - Azure]
Tue Jun 30, 2015 8:32 pm
Song: Marble Soda - By: Shawn Wasabi - Word Count: 1068
Succumbing to a frantic state Yuel paced back and forth in her own room, unaware of the ideal path to take. The other day she asked her "roommate" to buy some clothing fit to her new body, but out of pride and embarrassment all she could ask for was a pair of underwear, as that was all she could afford. That alone was expensive enough; Yuel failed to forget to thank the circumstances that she could even find some shelter to begin with. Imagining what would happen had this occasion not been undergone while in the good graces of her upperclassman was a nightmare best kept at bay!
Instead what she wore was a collage of loose fitting clothes, as anything meant to fit the body well was useless thanks to her current proportions. A pale blue kimono spaciously covered her; unfortunately, it was still fairly loose. Out of annoyance towards the constant slips it made, she managed with only one of her shoulders covered, and the cloth pulled up as far as possible the base of her neck to keep at least the majority of her torso covered. Protruding from her chest was a pair of breasts, with one of them visible thanks to the aforementioned difficulties. Acknowledging the probably insanely awkward event he had to overcome, Yuel silently thanked her roommate with her hands clasped together in prayer, It must have been hard... but, does this happen to be his preference?
Contrary to Yuel's intial thought regarding the style of underwear, what Touma had brought her happened to be rather fancy. An audacious black with lace and thin straps, on top of which, happened to hook in the front! The most interesting fact to take note of was the size of the underwear. It's even an exact fit... but, I suppose he did cup them for quite a while... As the thought entered her mind, Yuel dove onto her bed and smothered her reddened face into a pillow as her feet kicked as if she were swimming.
With a few minutes spent towards recovering herself, Yuel propped herself on the edge of the bed and sat in deep thought. once again going back towards the subject of her wear. On the note of the second half of her underwear, it was so bold she didn't even really want to think about it all that much. With here thoughts spoken aloud Yuel mumbled, "Mou... Senpai's a bit of a pervert, isn't he?" Aside from the undergarments, the rest of her clothes were a bit of an odd-combination.
After tying her now extremely long hair into a style not so dissimilar from how she previously used to keep it, Yuel's Middle-School Syndrome presented some adverse symptoms. Having looked at the mirror trying to make due with her new appearance, Yuel had the sudden thought of making her look like a total badass delinquent, given the looseness of her kimono and makeshift hairstyle. Because of that, she pulled from her rough potato sack extremely lavish fur, to which she assumed was fake. After all, it looked like a tiger's. Imagine how expensive that would be! It was a sort of gift granted to her by an obaa-chan from the village who claimed it to be the vessel of a powerful demon-spirit!
Ha! As if! Even if that were the case, with Yuel's lacking spiritual abilities, it's not as if she was capable enough to somehow activate the dormant creature dwelling within it. On top of that, surely a demon-spirit wouldn't house itself in fake fur. At that time, Yuel donned a mischievous smile as her brow slightly descended. She tied the sleeves of the fur jacket around her waist, and the pointless thickness of the fur gave volume that flapped outwards like the armour of a samurai, but just a bit further down. Attached at her hip was a wooden bottle taken from her home as something of a memento from the same grandma that gave her the tiger skin. Likewise, she said it housed a great but proud spirit! At the most, it just looked really cool--like the gourd of a certain monkey king from a novel Yuel thoroughly enjoyed.
As with the tiger skin, Yuel tied the gourd to her waist. Before the mirror stood through placebic fisheye lens what appeared to be at utmost a badass. Yuel was everso proud of her appearance, but the whole process simply served as a distraction for only so long from the present issue at hand. Yuel was once a man! But no more, evidently. Rather, now she was fully a girl. With a bit of thought on the situation, Yuel took notice that even her instinctive reactions to the thoughts swimming in her head was changing. They became stereotypically feminine! Even the reaction from not so long ago on 'adult thoughts' subconsciously moved her body in a way she never would have done a few days ago!
After a bit of thought, she came to a half-baked solution, but one that pleased her especially so! "Shishou! He must know how to handle this!" As her words rung through the door of her room loud but muffled, Yuel smacked the palm of her hand with the bottom of her fist; enough that a bright 20th century bulb almost literally hovered above her head. To her recollection, the man she regarded as "shishou" had some experience regarding gender change, though their circumstances and were fairly disparate. Nevertheless, there lied the hopeful chance that he could provide some sort of insight. With little hesitation, Yuel moved to the module pre-installed into her desk, akin to the concept of the 25th century computer Yuel would practically kill to get her hands on. Since coming to the city, she had yet to use the item herself, but Touma had previously taught her some of the functions a bit.
With haste, Yuel forced out of her memories the identification number once given to her Azure Iramasha, the person in question. In a message she attempted to keep sweet and short so as to imply the urgency of the situation, Yuel wrote fragmented sentences:
Yuel. In Karakura Central. Need Help.
She worried over the structure of the message, as it may have seemed to imply more than just urgency, but danger. Despite acknowledgment, Yuel decided to ignore the better judgment and sent the message through the Yuudeshi Network which governed the technology of the city.
Instead what she wore was a collage of loose fitting clothes, as anything meant to fit the body well was useless thanks to her current proportions. A pale blue kimono spaciously covered her; unfortunately, it was still fairly loose. Out of annoyance towards the constant slips it made, she managed with only one of her shoulders covered, and the cloth pulled up as far as possible the base of her neck to keep at least the majority of her torso covered. Protruding from her chest was a pair of breasts, with one of them visible thanks to the aforementioned difficulties. Acknowledging the probably insanely awkward event he had to overcome, Yuel silently thanked her roommate with her hands clasped together in prayer, It must have been hard... but, does this happen to be his preference?
Contrary to Yuel's intial thought regarding the style of underwear, what Touma had brought her happened to be rather fancy. An audacious black with lace and thin straps, on top of which, happened to hook in the front! The most interesting fact to take note of was the size of the underwear. It's even an exact fit... but, I suppose he did cup them for quite a while... As the thought entered her mind, Yuel dove onto her bed and smothered her reddened face into a pillow as her feet kicked as if she were swimming.
With a few minutes spent towards recovering herself, Yuel propped herself on the edge of the bed and sat in deep thought. once again going back towards the subject of her wear. On the note of the second half of her underwear, it was so bold she didn't even really want to think about it all that much. With here thoughts spoken aloud Yuel mumbled, "Mou... Senpai's a bit of a pervert, isn't he?" Aside from the undergarments, the rest of her clothes were a bit of an odd-combination.
After tying her now extremely long hair into a style not so dissimilar from how she previously used to keep it, Yuel's Middle-School Syndrome presented some adverse symptoms. Having looked at the mirror trying to make due with her new appearance, Yuel had the sudden thought of making her look like a total badass delinquent, given the looseness of her kimono and makeshift hairstyle. Because of that, she pulled from her rough potato sack extremely lavish fur, to which she assumed was fake. After all, it looked like a tiger's. Imagine how expensive that would be! It was a sort of gift granted to her by an obaa-chan from the village who claimed it to be the vessel of a powerful demon-spirit!
Ha! As if! Even if that were the case, with Yuel's lacking spiritual abilities, it's not as if she was capable enough to somehow activate the dormant creature dwelling within it. On top of that, surely a demon-spirit wouldn't house itself in fake fur. At that time, Yuel donned a mischievous smile as her brow slightly descended. She tied the sleeves of the fur jacket around her waist, and the pointless thickness of the fur gave volume that flapped outwards like the armour of a samurai, but just a bit further down. Attached at her hip was a wooden bottle taken from her home as something of a memento from the same grandma that gave her the tiger skin. Likewise, she said it housed a great but proud spirit! At the most, it just looked really cool--like the gourd of a certain monkey king from a novel Yuel thoroughly enjoyed.
As with the tiger skin, Yuel tied the gourd to her waist. Before the mirror stood through placebic fisheye lens what appeared to be at utmost a badass. Yuel was everso proud of her appearance, but the whole process simply served as a distraction for only so long from the present issue at hand. Yuel was once a man! But no more, evidently. Rather, now she was fully a girl. With a bit of thought on the situation, Yuel took notice that even her instinctive reactions to the thoughts swimming in her head was changing. They became stereotypically feminine! Even the reaction from not so long ago on 'adult thoughts' subconsciously moved her body in a way she never would have done a few days ago!
After a bit of thought, she came to a half-baked solution, but one that pleased her especially so! "Shishou! He must know how to handle this!" As her words rung through the door of her room loud but muffled, Yuel smacked the palm of her hand with the bottom of her fist; enough that a bright 20th century bulb almost literally hovered above her head. To her recollection, the man she regarded as "shishou" had some experience regarding gender change, though their circumstances and were fairly disparate. Nevertheless, there lied the hopeful chance that he could provide some sort of insight. With little hesitation, Yuel moved to the module pre-installed into her desk, akin to the concept of the 25th century computer Yuel would practically kill to get her hands on. Since coming to the city, she had yet to use the item herself, but Touma had previously taught her some of the functions a bit.
With haste, Yuel forced out of her memories the identification number once given to her Azure Iramasha, the person in question. In a message she attempted to keep sweet and short so as to imply the urgency of the situation, Yuel wrote fragmented sentences:
Yuel. In Karakura Central. Need Help.
She worried over the structure of the message, as it may have seemed to imply more than just urgency, but danger. Despite acknowledgment, Yuel decided to ignore the better judgment and sent the message through the Yuudeshi Network which governed the technology of the city.
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Re: Handle the Situation! [Private - Azure]
Thu Jul 16, 2015 10:32 pm
ENTER THE HYBRID KING
AZURE IRAMASHA
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ハイブリッドキング
Song: UNKNOWN - Artist: UNKNOWN - Words: 835
Azure Iramasha, the leader of the infamous Organization known as the Vanguard, had finally received his first day off in what felt like months. In reality, the time span had been a miniscule 6 weeks, yet the work he had done in the time between then to now was tremendous, an amount that people only dreamed of reaching as a leader of an Organization. Azure had recruited many people, and with that came the interaction with so many different people.
Every day had began to blur as the weeks stacked on and on, each day reaching twelve to fifteen hours of average work placed into the Organization. With that came quite a bit of tiredness, and for a change it seemed he relax at least somewhat on this day.
Reaching out in front of him, Azure picked up a small mug of tea that sat against the class coffee table within his tiny, small apartment. The Vanguard Leader did not live a posh lifestyle, despite the money he had at his disposal. He wished to live in the tiny apartment more than he did his old residence, the Hybrid Iramasha Mansion, quite large even for a mansion's standards. The soothing Green Tea slid quietly down Azure's throat as he flipped from one thing to the next on the small, lit screen of his cellular device. He distracted himself with what seemed to be multiple sets of News Articles regarding the removal of almost the entire Organization's staff and the new release of his recent speech. It got tiring, watching the world around him focus on what he has done and explained as the new Vanguard leader.
If they were smart, people would stand behind him and simply join in, without a word. But, despite what people should be doing, they still continued to talk and talk and talk, over and over they spoke of his exploits. It was starting to grow irritating, his azure eyes shifting from left to right as he continued to read each story as it came in.
With a boisterous stretch, Azure's body crumpled in an odd fashion as he grew rather accustomed to the quietness of his tiny apartment that very day. It had been forever since he was given the chance to be alone, and with that loneliness came an odd shiver that always took place of the male's normal, warm feelings. He felt the very ends of each nerve along his body vibrate quickly, the odd sensation growing as he slowly brought his way up once more from the tiny couch beside the tiny, glass coffee table. It was time to get off of his behind, Azure's body couldn't sit for long without his mind becoming dull and distracted. It's far from what he liked to do each day, but staying in such a position for quite a long time would cause issues for the Vanguard Leader.
Shifting over to the doorway of the apartment, Azure slipped a coat from the peg stretching itself outward from the wall and slid it on quietly. Each motion the male made was meticulous and with care, his fingers tipping each the jacket's sleeves outward as he brought his left hand downward to its pocket. In response to this, Azure flicked his cellular device's screen to shut it off, removing himself from the apartment now.
The young Iramasha made his way from the tiny apartment ability previously in his view to a small corner store within the expansive streets of Karakura City. This corner store was one that he visited rather frequently to gather the ingredients for dinner and the snacks he had from time to time when he was able to come home for the small minutes he was given. The corner store was famous around the neighborhood for its amazing produce, specifically the dairy products that they produced themselves. To Azure's surprise, one thing he had always gotten when he arrived at the store was a copy of any manga-related magazines that were still in circulation and a tiny tub of ice cream. On this faithful day, Azure had came to the store to acquire a small set of chicken thighs, a head of lettuce, quite a few mushrooms, a tomato and a couple of green peppers. Azure had planned on cooking himself dinner that night, a tradition that he did not get to do very often. It was work, home, work and home nearly every day. His dinners consisted of small baggies of carrots or some type of chip like substance. It wasn't the best of dinners for anyone, especially someone still growing. Nevertheless, it was Azure's fault for taking so much responsibility onto himself at the time that he had.
Finishing his shopping rather quickly, Azure reached the counter and began to pay for each product with the small card that was provided by the Vanguard's buisness division, giving him full access to the Organization's budget. A tiny bit of money here and there for something like food was far from a real problem, so he didn't mind spending it on himself. Bowing to the woman behind the counter, Azure waved her off and returned home.
The male tossed the produce to the counter just as he had reached the refrigerator, sliding a small soda from its innards and cracking it open nearly instantly. That, was when Azure received the message. The cellular device within his pocket began screeching at deadly volumes, shaking the male's entire jacket vigorously. Taking a tiny swig of the soda in his left hand, Azure slid the device from his right to see what the message had been. Spit taking, Azure spilled nearly all of the soda within his mouth against the floor of his tiny kitchen, seeing that he had been sent what seemed to be a distress signal from a young man he had taken care of quite some time ago. Despite that, Azure slammed the soda can against his counter and began sending mass vibrations throughout the entire city, his energy bouncing against every tiny crevice of the city's earthen concrete. Searching through what would be millions of people, Azure pin pointed the single, weak energy signature that had been given off by Yuel the first time they had met. Focusing a tiny amount of energy into his being, Azure's body morphed from existence, reforming in the male's tiny room of wherever he had been staying.
With that came an even greater surprise. The person giving off this energy signature was not of the male gender, and with that Azure's jaw dropped it extreme lows. Quickly bringing his right hand upward, he grabbed the lower fringes of his hair, shaking his head at the young girl.
"Yuel...?"
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Re: Handle the Situation! [Private - Azure]
Thu Jul 16, 2015 11:54 pm
Song: Jegz - By: La La La- Word Count: 613
"SHISHOUUU!!!!!!!"
Mere moments after Yuel sent the message to Azure, POOF, here he was in her room with a shocked expression. The Yuudeshi System--impressive as always; especially to a technology nut such as herself. But of course, the response time of her shishou was equally impressive! The quick mind of the girl immediately assumed his sudden appearance to be the result of a chaos warp, or something along those lines. Without interruption her thought sequence ran off in locomotive fashion; immediately following her shouting pronouns was a dash forward.
"Shishou--Shishou, listen to this! I-I-I--"
Drops turned to streams on her cheeks with an incessant flow. Once more Yuel's face turned red with surprising speed and her supple cheeks glistened as a result. With watery eyes and an incoherent ramble the girl reached forward to grab ahold of her Shishou by the waist thanks to the now large disparity--rather, still large difference between their height, having seemed to not changed in the least bit since their last meet. Short already as a man, Yuel lost not only mass in width and thickness but height as well.
Instead of furthering her mumbled speak, she simply stood there, presumably grasping at Azure's clothes. If they weren't to be split, without a doubt his wear would have to see the surface of an ironing board before they could be pristine again; of course, first they'd need a wash thanks to the supernaturally voluminous levels of water pouring from her eyes--enough that one might actually express worry in the event that she becomes dangerously dehydrated.
Assuming they didn't separate, a few minutes eventually passed before the consistently frantic Yuel, as always, gained her recomposure after a brief moment to regather herself. At this point Yuel proceeded to step back and reveal her face buried in Azure's chest, looking up with upturned eyes puffed red from her tears. The dampness around her skin lingered as her youthful face only served to increase her femininity.
"Aa... nn, sorry, Shishou. L-let me explain."
Her voice still quivered from the recent bawling, but that didn't stop the series of slow steps she took before sitting at the side of her bed, patting the spot right next to her in a gesture that signified "Come; sit here." With that, once more she opened her mouth to speak, but a moment passed before any words came out.
"You might have noticed by now b-but... I have boobs now."
An unexpectedly colloquial word flowed from her mouth that dispelled the serious mood created up until now. And unfortunately, the casual speech pattern taken didn't stop there. In a serious of words Yuel's explanation persisted, and equally surprising, the stuttering impetiment ceased, as if dispelled by her crass mouth.
For the next few minutes, Yuel went over the details that led up to this moment in what she assumed to be a short summary. Unfortunately, reality begged a different tale. There couldn't possibly be more depth to the story she spoke; embellishment would be one of the most accurate words used to describe what she spoke.
Everything from arriving to Karakura City with the usual poor potato sack, taking the entrance exam and how it was riddled with trick questions, to the point where despite her 3 years of self-study she still received a barely passing mark, and the graces of Touma Yuudeshi--the current owner of the shelter she now took--who was eventually sent off to purchase some underwear after the sudden change in gender. And just now, she successfully attempted to summon Azure in hopes of alleviating the current situation.
"So, Shishou; do you think.. do you think you could help me?"
Yuel turned her head to face his, once more with upturned eyes that begged for attention.
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