Ichimaru Gin [APPROVED, 0-2- ]

It was a simple day in the world of humans, nothing special to speak of. The sun was beaming, barely any clouds in the sky to shield the Earth from it's rays; making the temperature not unbearable but clearly rather on the hot side. The cicadas making off with their usual chorus, piercing the oppressive silence of a hot summer day. Normally, it'd be human culture to be having a fun time but it wasn't the absence of culture that stopped this it was the fact that schools had not loosed the children upon the world. It was the last day of school, so it was still some time before the cries of children would blanket the town. The only thing in such a simple scene that would normally stick out at all was the form of a man who occupied the roof of a small shop, his silhouette laying relaxed on the floor of the roof. From a bird's eye view, one could make out him gesturing a small object to his mouth to of which he took a bite. The soft crunch from it being the only audible opposition against the insects which dominated the airways. Clearly, this man was taking this food from the shop; potentially without permission. This figure donned the uniform of a Shinigami, notably with no Haori. His hair was of a silver color, skin of a fair shade, eyes slits and his expression that of what could be considered a ominous smirk. The only noticeable alteration in his facial features was that his smile twitched downward but for a moment as he recalled something. What had it been now, so much time has passed, like maybe five hundred years; since he and Kurosaki Ichigo had extracted from Sousuke Aizen's motionless body the vengeance to which he had longed to taste. The flavor you ask? Even in victory, vengeance only offered bitter sweet. For nearly as long as he can remember now, Ichimaru Gin sought the death of the men who had stolen something precious from the most important person to him. Having attained vengeance and the epiphany that even so he still could not return to her what was taken, bitter sweetness is all he had really achieved. In spite of that, to have been in the party which had rained judgment upon Aizen's head was worth it. Despite the fact he was part of the side which wanted Aizen's defeat all along, he still was under the guise of a traitor and was branded such. So he was relatively sure he was still a wanted criminal. That aside, what was more important is the realization he had put Mutsimoto Rangiku through enough. So he did what he was best at. Vanishing without so much as a trace. He kept tabs on her, just knowing she was alive and well was more than enough. Not so much as enough for him as a person, but more than enough of what he deserved. It's been so many years since this happened. Since then he didn't do much other than train and pry into what was happening in the world. After all he was.... Crunch.
Another soft crunch as he absent mindedly took another bite from his favorite food brought him out of his daze.

"My, my. Seems I've become some kind'a ol' man or somethin'." Gin spoke finally in a aimless sort of way, his ever present smile returning to his face. "An' we can't have that, now can we?" he continued, having noticed something of a interesting happening taking place in the general area. Naturally, he had to go mess with it. Er', 'scuse me, I mean 'people-watch'. A skirmish had just taken place, small, but still there. His lips twisted ever so much as to give off a sinister vibe as the curled up into yet a bigger smirk. Motioning himself up into a standing position, he decided as he finished his meal that he would go screw with them. Just because he had nothing better to do. He had heard there was a group of Vaizards which was stirring trouble in this area, giving cause to other organizations to act on it. Even some Shinigami took the excuse to get involved.

"Almost makes leavin' Kurakara Town in da' dust sort'a pointless, don't it?" he mused, seeing as how not all the events in the world center around Japan. He lifted his right arm toward his face, extending the thumb to his lips and then he swiped it across them to clean any remains of his food. And with that he was gone. Having flash stepped to the location of his interest. A battle had just taken place, having ended but moments before his decision to arrive here. It was between a nameless Shinigami to which Gin didn't recall whom it was and a Vaizard, the species having been notable via the mask which the man had just removed.

"Oh my, ya' made short work o' 'im didn't ya'?" he said, as per usual his tone came off rather mockingly which usually pissed people off. Being somewhat of a veteran himself, Gin could tell the Shinigami was dead. But where normal people would have sympathy, Gin had curiosity. He felt the urge to tease some answers out off the Vaizard.
"What do you want here, Shinigami? Are you here to avenge your fallen?" the nameless Vaizard asked, his brow furrowing. His eyes closed for a moment, seeming to lament. "Must I kill you too....?" he seemed to ask himself.
"Oh no, no. Personally, I'm not terribly fond o' d'is one's bunch myself." Gin remarked, taking some satisfaction from the rather surprised look on the Vaizard's face. "I'm just'a passerby who wanted ta' see what da' fussin' was about." Gin said, his smirk widening.
"I don't believe you." the Vaizard retorted. Readying himself for a fight.
"Don' believe me? Imagine that." Gin said, this time clearly sarcastic.
Having had no intention on picking a fight, Gin was amused at how unreasonable the fellow was whilst not liking to kill others.
"Ya' sort'a remind me o' someone I used ta' work with." he said, enjoying the distasteful look he got when the Vaizard realized he was being compared to a Shinigami. In fact, Gin's teasing seemed to have prompted an aggressive response from the headstrong Vaizard. He may have had no intention of fighting, but he didn't really try to avoid one either.

The Vaizard seemingly vanished from sight, having used a flash step to speedily make it to the rear off Gin; whom made no visible effort to act surprised or to avoid the movement. The Vaizard struck down with his Zanpakutō, to which Gin easily avoided by side stepping; his Zanpakutō making a clanking sound as it rustled against his side with the sudden motion.
"Will you not draw your blade?!" the Vaizard shouted.
Having been here for a while, and watching the Vaizards actions, Gin was able to deduce that this so-called war was serious enough to even produce prejudice. He was also able to deduce that this Vaizard was acting alone, his actions fueled by hate for the enemy as opposed to actual orders. So no reinforcements were coming. Gin was always rather smart, preferring tactics like this to get answers rather than simple force. He was able to tell more from screwing around with this Vaizard that if he had simply killed him.
"Oh my, no. I won't be needin' it." Gin mocked, the Vaizard clearly becoming angry by Gin's condescending attitude. "I'd hope a youngin' like ya' wouldn't be so quick ta' wan'na die." Gin cooed.
"How dare you, Shinigami scum!" the Vaizard said making an attempt at thrusting his Zanpakutō into the chest of Gin. Gin replied with whipping his sleeve around to cause the Vaizard's Zanpakutō tip to enter the opening in the sleeve near Gin's wrist. Canting his elbow so that his forearm was hugging the flat side of the sword while his sleeve encompassed the rest, tilting his wrist so that he was able to coil his fingers around the guard of the sword. Using the momentum, he thrust his other arm into the chest of the enemy and not only knocked the breath from him but knocked him back as well. Having loosened the Vaizard's grip on his blade enough for the force of his thrust to knock him back and disarm him in the act of it, he then tossed the blade lightly into the air so that on its way down he could catch it by the hilt. By doing this, he was able to conclude via the Vaizard's actions that the Shinigami were in fact involved in this war to some varying degree. Which meant by extension, Rangiku could get involved if given the orders. Which left Gin with but one preferable choice, after all these years, he wasn't going to only keep tabs on her he was actually going to make sure she was okay and gauge her own involvement in this war. He knew this might mean the possibility of getting involved. He physically chuckled lightly, "It's funny how one person could make ya' do the most uncharacteristic t'ings." he mused recalling how he was willing to give his life for this woman.

"You bastard..." the Vaizard growled. "How dare you look down on me." he continued, getting up slowly. Even holding back majorly, Gin was too much for this boy.
Such a simple day. Even a few miles from Gin's shop he frequented, it was still a simple day. The grass, a small lake to the right of them, the trees bordering them. Gin was having such an interesting day. Relaxing, teasing, reconnaissance. How amusing.
"You got ADD or something, asshole? I said.. Die!" the Vaizard shouted, trying to make a rush at gin. Gin side stepped again and did a well placed chop to the back of the neck of the young man, causing him to fall to the ground.
"I ain't gettin' no nightmares cuz' ya' wanted to get y'erself killed." Gin said as the Vaizard notably lost consciousness. "S'ides. Ya' best hope ya' never see me again. Lucky ya' caught me in a good mood. Normally, I'm not so keen on sparring people. I'mma snake after all." Gin said, leaving the man's body laying there on the ground; tossing his sword to the left of him flat on its side.

"Now, now. What will I do now? I got'ta go see her, but... I t'ink I will do a bit more teasin', that sounds fun." he said, vacating the premises to find another victim to tease into submission as well as facts to gather. Oh, this was so much fun.

Denied I am sorry to say. We are putting pressure on canons, big time on high tiers such as this one. Also your RP post is a odd mix while you are trying to get inside the canon head, it feels vastly out of place for Gin. Also seeing as this is your only post, i ask for you to get more active and try again later on.