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Re: Distant Horizons
Wed May 26, 2021 7:01 am
Sitting in more silence, Amon listened to the second in command talk about his life's story and how this was all a lesson. Momma didn't raise no fool. Amon was both a cautionary and not so cautionary man, this was stuff he essentially knew- maybe not this man's history but of the detail he spoke on. The man been burnt, he faced his consequences and might still be paying for the actions taken, and Amon only listened to a similar story. This was a simar thing that happened to his... "Acquaintances," they were either dead or in prison for a chunk of their life thanks to their decisions. All Amon wanted was to be part of their life and help get them away, but they only shoved him away. A blessing in disguise and a hell of a lesson to the young Shinigami.
But it seemed like in his past Mr. Kuchiki decided to take a things to the next level. After a failed attempt of getting a particular master he sought out a power he would come to regret. And that's when Amon drew the line of feeling sorry for the poor bastard. He sought power, at least from Amons perspective, and when Kuchiki received whatever he wanted he did some bad stuff... Maybe. At least, that was what he could assume from the aftermath of this vice captains life.
It also goes back to what Amon was taught as a boy before his parents demise. He shifted in his seat a little getting more comfortable, ignoring the incense as to control his mouth and anything that could randomly pop off. Just then he noticed the cup of tea and took it from the coffee table. Just as Amon took a nice drink of the warm plant water he still heard his father's words from his 12th birthday party when he opened a wrapped gift, a .22 Rifle sitting cleanly and perfectly in the elongated box with multiple clips and a scope and cleaning kit with it.
"If you want anything in life, you work for it. There aren't any shortcuts. Do it right, and never take the easy way out. See this rifle? It's your responsibility to clean and how to use it, with this-" The words of a long dead parent were cut off by the memories of what came immediately after- multiple gunshots of automatic and semiautomatic rounds filling the room, then several vehicles screeching off into the distance. His jaw tightened from the memory, not that he wished he could have died or wished for something else, but the thought that scum like that were everywhere in the world. But there wasn't anything he could do about it, and what's done is done. There's no such thing as, "Fixing the past.
And Amons mind came back to reality from the few second trip. He couldn't help but feel a question stir in his little fragile brain, sure, he's heard of Shinigami and Hollow, but what was a Vizard? And most importantly now that he's had a sip of tea, more questions begun to stir. What exactly happened in Jefferson City, what did this vice captain do to regret his past, what happened to his old teachers he sought power from, and what happened to his original weapon? Amon didn't ask, but the questions lingered, and he listened with still intent. Amon unintentionally said, "Huh," as the entirety of the story came together and began to formulate.
Damn the incense! I made him relaxed enough to just listen and think properly! He hadn't had a relaxing moment like this in a while, with what training and simply scouting the living world. But he couldn't blame these people, they were doctors and nurses and they needed a stress-free environment to help them with their job. And help ease the patients. Amon couldn't also help but notice the tired look the vice shown even if for a brief moment, going to show just how hard the guy must have had it.
But it seemed like in his past Mr. Kuchiki decided to take a things to the next level. After a failed attempt of getting a particular master he sought out a power he would come to regret. And that's when Amon drew the line of feeling sorry for the poor bastard. He sought power, at least from Amons perspective, and when Kuchiki received whatever he wanted he did some bad stuff... Maybe. At least, that was what he could assume from the aftermath of this vice captains life.
It also goes back to what Amon was taught as a boy before his parents demise. He shifted in his seat a little getting more comfortable, ignoring the incense as to control his mouth and anything that could randomly pop off. Just then he noticed the cup of tea and took it from the coffee table. Just as Amon took a nice drink of the warm plant water he still heard his father's words from his 12th birthday party when he opened a wrapped gift, a .22 Rifle sitting cleanly and perfectly in the elongated box with multiple clips and a scope and cleaning kit with it.
"If you want anything in life, you work for it. There aren't any shortcuts. Do it right, and never take the easy way out. See this rifle? It's your responsibility to clean and how to use it, with this-" The words of a long dead parent were cut off by the memories of what came immediately after- multiple gunshots of automatic and semiautomatic rounds filling the room, then several vehicles screeching off into the distance. His jaw tightened from the memory, not that he wished he could have died or wished for something else, but the thought that scum like that were everywhere in the world. But there wasn't anything he could do about it, and what's done is done. There's no such thing as, "Fixing the past.
And Amons mind came back to reality from the few second trip. He couldn't help but feel a question stir in his little fragile brain, sure, he's heard of Shinigami and Hollow, but what was a Vizard? And most importantly now that he's had a sip of tea, more questions begun to stir. What exactly happened in Jefferson City, what did this vice captain do to regret his past, what happened to his old teachers he sought power from, and what happened to his original weapon? Amon didn't ask, but the questions lingered, and he listened with still intent. Amon unintentionally said, "Huh," as the entirety of the story came together and began to formulate.
Damn the incense! I made him relaxed enough to just listen and think properly! He hadn't had a relaxing moment like this in a while, with what training and simply scouting the living world. But he couldn't blame these people, they were doctors and nurses and they needed a stress-free environment to help them with their job. And help ease the patients. Amon couldn't also help but notice the tired look the vice shown even if for a brief moment, going to show just how hard the guy must have had it.
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Re: Distant Horizons
Tue Jun 01, 2021 4:45 am
The Big Woman
Through the whole story Takehiko told, Hanako remained still and didn't break eye contact. Only when he mentioned Ulv, her eyes wandered off to the side for a moment. Interesting how many lives she touched and how many ran against the wall of her personality. However, that was not the point here.
"Two of those chains I know well." She said after a few moments, in a rather dark tone.
"The third wasn't one I saw until a short while ago, although it was the heaviest of them all."
It was rather cryptic contribution to the conversation, but Hanako didn't really feel like opening up too much about her past.
"I do understand, Kuchiki-san. Maybe from a different point of view, but I think I do. And I have concerned myself a lot with this particular subject. I'm beginning to wonder if we really have to break free from those 'chains'. Or if it is even possible. Maybe they're meant to be used instead of being shaken off. You know...like anchors, to keep us on the ground and prevent us drifting away."
Even though she gotten better at it, Hanako's hit the limit of her language skills pretty fast. She knew what she wanted to say, but to express it in a fitting way, that was something different. One thing was sure, she wouldn't become a celebrated poet anytime soon. However, she got the meaning across, or so she hoped, even if it wasn't in any beautiful words.
She took another sip of tea.
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Re: Distant Horizons
Fri Jun 04, 2021 7:14 pm
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His smile didn't fade, he took each comment and thought they presented him. His eyes didn't break their almost hypnotized stare at them. He brought a hand up to his chin, perhaps the chains weren't meant to be broken. Instead, live with and grow with, maybe that was what Ulv Auber had tried to educate him on. But in his youth he was naive, no he surpassed that.
He inhaled a bit, before standing up. Straightening his clothing and features carefully. This wasn't going to be a trip with only a store to tell. "I believe, perhaps I can offer more than a story to ponder." His voice and form had a diplomatic softness to them. Yet a certainty behind his actions as he walked towards a door. His fingers gripped the handle opening it. Revealing a training yard with some trees and other objects. Almost akin to a courtyard, that had been built for the purpose of training.
Some barriers were in place to prevent stray Kido from finding a mark anywhere near the wards with people. "This is where we spar, I'll forgo using my Zanpakuto. It is ill-suited to these types of things. I'm proficient in Kido as you'd imagine. " He said walking out the door slowly, stepping over to the other side. He intended to face both of them, he didn't believe he would win. No that thought never crossed his mind, it was a two-on-one affair.
If they choose to accept the offer, that was he could showcase some Kido for them. Perhaps it would help them in the long run. Takehiko didn't have a massive competitive drive or anything of the like.
What he did have were skills that would be helpful in this situation and perhaps he could help them. "Sometimes fighting is needed, to see changes in others and ourselves. " He waited quietly, his Zanpakuto in sealed form hung at his side. He had no intention of releasing it here at this moment and time.
Its power as he stated previously wasn't suited for this. While it could be used offensively, it wouldn't be helpful to Hanako or Amon. So that was out, his expression remained calm. A deep focus coming over him as he observed their choice.
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