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A Start of a Bad Vizard Joke
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Re: A Start of a Bad Vizard Joke
Tue Jan 08, 2013 9:18 pm
Boring, that was the only thought that crawled around in the back of Hitoshi’s head, for today was one of those days were he had absolutely zero plans made. Laying on top of the blankets with his clothes already on, he was just pondering on random thoughts and ideas that seemed to come out of nowhere. Going over the things he had seen earlier that week, he could not help but wonder about his own Zanpakutō, wondering what he could still achieve if he worked with it better. For a blade that was not truly his own, he had managed to achieve a form of mastery that was usually only meant for those that had a Zanpakutō as an extension of their own soul, rather then as an additional limb. It had been a good thing for him, helping him both in combat and out of combat, easing his mind that the Zanpakutō he held as an heirloom was not a prisoner anymore. Over the last four years, he had been working on ways to tighten the bond between him and his new sword, for he had direct access to its powers, yet felt like he could achieve much more then he had done at this moment. The bond between a Shinigami and their Zanpakutō was considered to be a sacred one, one the Quincy in his family had stolen several hundreds of years ago. Long ago, the war between the Vandenreich and the Soul society had cost many Soul reapers, Hollow, Arrancar and Humans their life as a result of an old battle in which the Soul reapers brutally slaughtered nearly all Quincy. This was all long before his time, though it was something he would not have wanted to be a part of. Bloodshed would only invite more bloodshed, and the bigger person would choose to walk away with their head held high, rather then by stabbing where it hurt the most. It seemed to be a good idea to take a walk through the city, getting some fresh air and clearing his mind for a bit.
Putting on a white T-shirt, dark jeans and a leather belt, he placed his gloves in his pockets and put his necklace on. His gloves and necklace were some of his most prized possessions, and he truly adored having them as relics from his old family, of which he was now the last remaining member. Holding true to the old Quincy ways, he believed that he was one of the few Quincy that was still pure of ways, not having strayed off and delving into other kinds of power such as the Ziamichi. Closing the door behind him, he couldn’t imagine that today would become a very interesting one. Walking down the street, he wondered if downtown Karakura had some things to offer to him today, even if there was nothing there, it would at the very least be worth looking into. Normally, he was not the kind of person that would go to a store or a shop because he felt like doing so, only doing this when he really had to. He had a full stock of food in his home, though the levels of boredom rose to a point where he figured it would be a sound idea to just take a look. He had not been bored much lately, having already met a Shinigami and a couple of special human beings in the last month. It was strange that in the past years, more spiritually aware people had been getting born, even more so then in the past. For a place as Karakura that had such a spirit rich background, it was strange to have so many more people that could sense the spirits of the deceased, or those that had been born in a spiritual world. Not long ago, he had met another Shinigami in downtown Karakura, one that he had taken in as a disciple of his. This was something the girl seemed to want, so he just figured he'd go with the flow and accept, being the kind of guy that felt his kindness stab him like a blade when he shot down a request without giving it a chance.
Stopping in his tracks, he could see someone walking up to him, someone that was clearly drunk. Letting a deep sigh escape his lips, he figured he could also use a drink, and escape the drunk guy by stepping into a nearby pub. Looking around him, it seemed like a rather fancy place, one he could see himself going to again if things went well. Upon stepping in, he was instantly greeted by the woman that seemed to be running the place. Wearing a white tank top with a dark leather miniskirt and suspenders, she did not really dress like someone who'd have the lead over a pub, especially with the kind of people that seemed to be attracted to places selling booze. Lifting his arm to send a simple wave in her direction, he didn't really say anything, just shot a kind look in her direction while taking place on a bar stool. Indecisive as he was, he could not seem to think of a drink that he'd like to have at the time. Thinking it over for a bit, it seemed that the drunkard had either decided to go in too, or had followed him into the pub. Letting his facial expression sink into an incredibly sour one, he looked away from the entrance and into the other side of the pub, trying not to make any eye contact, knowing that it was the kind of thing that attracted drunkards like bees to honey. Hopefully, he could avoid being dragged into a drunken conversation, even though the odds were against him. "go into a pub you said, it'll be fun you said" Hitoshi thought to himself, almost as if arguing with his own brain for making a poor decision.
Putting on a white T-shirt, dark jeans and a leather belt, he placed his gloves in his pockets and put his necklace on. His gloves and necklace were some of his most prized possessions, and he truly adored having them as relics from his old family, of which he was now the last remaining member. Holding true to the old Quincy ways, he believed that he was one of the few Quincy that was still pure of ways, not having strayed off and delving into other kinds of power such as the Ziamichi. Closing the door behind him, he couldn’t imagine that today would become a very interesting one. Walking down the street, he wondered if downtown Karakura had some things to offer to him today, even if there was nothing there, it would at the very least be worth looking into. Normally, he was not the kind of person that would go to a store or a shop because he felt like doing so, only doing this when he really had to. He had a full stock of food in his home, though the levels of boredom rose to a point where he figured it would be a sound idea to just take a look. He had not been bored much lately, having already met a Shinigami and a couple of special human beings in the last month. It was strange that in the past years, more spiritually aware people had been getting born, even more so then in the past. For a place as Karakura that had such a spirit rich background, it was strange to have so many more people that could sense the spirits of the deceased, or those that had been born in a spiritual world. Not long ago, he had met another Shinigami in downtown Karakura, one that he had taken in as a disciple of his. This was something the girl seemed to want, so he just figured he'd go with the flow and accept, being the kind of guy that felt his kindness stab him like a blade when he shot down a request without giving it a chance.
Stopping in his tracks, he could see someone walking up to him, someone that was clearly drunk. Letting a deep sigh escape his lips, he figured he could also use a drink, and escape the drunk guy by stepping into a nearby pub. Looking around him, it seemed like a rather fancy place, one he could see himself going to again if things went well. Upon stepping in, he was instantly greeted by the woman that seemed to be running the place. Wearing a white tank top with a dark leather miniskirt and suspenders, she did not really dress like someone who'd have the lead over a pub, especially with the kind of people that seemed to be attracted to places selling booze. Lifting his arm to send a simple wave in her direction, he didn't really say anything, just shot a kind look in her direction while taking place on a bar stool. Indecisive as he was, he could not seem to think of a drink that he'd like to have at the time. Thinking it over for a bit, it seemed that the drunkard had either decided to go in too, or had followed him into the pub. Letting his facial expression sink into an incredibly sour one, he looked away from the entrance and into the other side of the pub, trying not to make any eye contact, knowing that it was the kind of thing that attracted drunkards like bees to honey. Hopefully, he could avoid being dragged into a drunken conversation, even though the odds were against him. "go into a pub you said, it'll be fun you said" Hitoshi thought to himself, almost as if arguing with his own brain for making a poor decision.
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Re: A Start of a Bad Vizard Joke
Wed Jan 09, 2013 11:11 am
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Landen stumbled into the bar, he had been on a bender lately.His tight and nice fitting black v neck tee shirt looked a little wrinkled, his cargo shorts had a dirt patch on them, and his shoes the same. His hair looked a little out of place like he had been out for a jog, odd though that he was now beyond a little drunk. Things had been calm and he had yen to spend damn it! Best way to forget your worries was to drink them on down, drown the tiny bastards. His face was flushed as he wobbled over to a spare table, his Zanpakutō buzzing angrily at his side. She hated when he drank too much even though it had only happened a few times, she didn't want it to form into a habit. His vision was blurred as he listened to the bar tender speak, she sounded familiar. He looked at her, his head moving thinking in his drunken state that this could fix his messed up vision. He stood up, his legs like noodles as he swung his way over to her and clinged onto a bar stool for dear life. " I DO KNO-hic-W YOU!" He yelled as he crawled into the stool and sat down.
His hands went to his right pocket where he held the rock shard, his hand got stuck and he flailed a bit as his chair spun around in a full circle and landed back on all fours, his hand free from his pocket now,with the shard in it. "You gave me this" He whispered in drunken awe. A little voice told him in the back of his mind that whenever he met people like himself it usually meant he'd get his ass kicked or he'd kick some ass. He needed to sober up. "Do you have any, ummm, smelling salts and pure vinegar?" He asked even more quietly, his head bent down low. He turned his head as she greeted another person. He saw the Zanpakutō and squinted at the man, yeah he was something of power but Landen couldn't tell just yet. He shrugged as he waited quietly for the salts to help him sober up, the man sat down in a bar stool in his haste next to Landen, as if he was avoiding something. Clearing his throat Landen spoke, "What.. what.. um are you?" he asked between hiccups.
Not waiting for an answer he swayed out of his stool and landed on his feet as he went over to the jukebox and looked for a certain song to play. His eyes lit up under the jukebox's light when he found the song, depositing a single coin he heard the machine kick over as the track started, the song being "Super Freak by Rich James." Landen chuckled a bit as he made his way back to the bar and sat down, noticing the man's Zanpakutō again, something about it seemed off. Not being able to pin what it was he waited for the salts and vinegar as well as the answer to the question he had asked.
His hands went to his right pocket where he held the rock shard, his hand got stuck and he flailed a bit as his chair spun around in a full circle and landed back on all fours, his hand free from his pocket now,with the shard in it. "You gave me this" He whispered in drunken awe. A little voice told him in the back of his mind that whenever he met people like himself it usually meant he'd get his ass kicked or he'd kick some ass. He needed to sober up. "Do you have any, ummm, smelling salts and pure vinegar?" He asked even more quietly, his head bent down low. He turned his head as she greeted another person. He saw the Zanpakutō and squinted at the man, yeah he was something of power but Landen couldn't tell just yet. He shrugged as he waited quietly for the salts to help him sober up, the man sat down in a bar stool in his haste next to Landen, as if he was avoiding something. Clearing his throat Landen spoke, "What.. what.. um are you?" he asked between hiccups.
Not waiting for an answer he swayed out of his stool and landed on his feet as he went over to the jukebox and looked for a certain song to play. His eyes lit up under the jukebox's light when he found the song, depositing a single coin he heard the machine kick over as the track started, the song being "Super Freak by Rich James." Landen chuckled a bit as he made his way back to the bar and sat down, noticing the man's Zanpakutō again, something about it seemed off. Not being able to pin what it was he waited for the salts and vinegar as well as the answer to the question he had asked.
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Mon Jan 21, 2013 2:13 am
Listening to the people around him doing their thing, his not paying attention turned out to be a bit of a problem when they started asking questions. Both the woman and the drunkard had been addressing him, one calling him a Shinigami, the other asking what he was. It seemed that there would be no way for him to avoid interaction, so he might as well fix the way in which people seemed to see him. “I can tell you that I am not a Shinigami, though I can’t blame you for thinking I am, this mistake is made quite often. I am Hitoshi, and I am a Quincy, a human” he explained. It was just as he said, for this was about the third time when people seemed to believe that he was a Shinigami. Still, something about the way in which he was called a Shinigami seemed a bit off, almost as if the woman knew quite well that he was in fact not a Shinigami at all. It didn’t matter much to him, he had already taken the bait by answering, so there was no point in calling the woman out on such things. No, it would be best to ignore it for now and just go with the flow of things in the pub.
It was a nice place with kind people, that much was shown when the woman offered him a drink on the house. He had to decline the offer, for he did not like drinking much at all, nor did he like the way it affected the human body. He had to keep his head on straight, for the world was full of enemies, especially to a Quincy such as himself. “Thanks for the offer miss, but I don’t really drink. I never really got into it much, and with the way the world works lately, I prefer to be sober when danger draws near. I would however like a glass of water, you know how it is with us humans and staying hydrated” he said, making a small jest at the way in which she called him a Shinigami. If he was right, she would most likely not show it anyway, so there was no point in keeping track of the things that were said in the pub. He did not want to seem mean or unkind at all, though he was just a distant person that did not care a whole lot for social interaction.
Taking a second look around from his bar stool, his eyes drawn to the thing that had been described by the woman just now. What interested him was the fireplace, never having heard of a thing that could do what she had described. He had no idea what this Depth-com was, and he did not care for it either, though this was an invention that was rather useful. To put such a thing inside of a fireplace was quite nifty, though most people would not be able to afford it. He was one of those people, being a normal person that went to the Karakura High School in order to read up on things in the library, go to school and get to know other people in the city. It was a fruitful thing to him, for he had gotten to know a couple of people with spiritual powers of their own. He loved his city and home, and would do whatever he could to protect it when trouble showed its ugly face.
It was a nice place with kind people, that much was shown when the woman offered him a drink on the house. He had to decline the offer, for he did not like drinking much at all, nor did he like the way it affected the human body. He had to keep his head on straight, for the world was full of enemies, especially to a Quincy such as himself. “Thanks for the offer miss, but I don’t really drink. I never really got into it much, and with the way the world works lately, I prefer to be sober when danger draws near. I would however like a glass of water, you know how it is with us humans and staying hydrated” he said, making a small jest at the way in which she called him a Shinigami. If he was right, she would most likely not show it anyway, so there was no point in keeping track of the things that were said in the pub. He did not want to seem mean or unkind at all, though he was just a distant person that did not care a whole lot for social interaction.
Taking a second look around from his bar stool, his eyes drawn to the thing that had been described by the woman just now. What interested him was the fireplace, never having heard of a thing that could do what she had described. He had no idea what this Depth-com was, and he did not care for it either, though this was an invention that was rather useful. To put such a thing inside of a fireplace was quite nifty, though most people would not be able to afford it. He was one of those people, being a normal person that went to the Karakura High School in order to read up on things in the library, go to school and get to know other people in the city. It was a fruitful thing to him, for he had gotten to know a couple of people with spiritual powers of their own. He loved his city and home, and would do whatever he could to protect it when trouble showed its ugly face.
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Re: A Start of a Bad Vizard Joke
Tue Jan 22, 2013 12:49 pm
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Landen stood at the bar as the woman from the fight materialized vinegar and smelling salts for him. He groaned to himself and headed to the bathroom, best thing to do would be to chug the liquid and hit the salt so he could vomit the beer's out and wake his clouded mind up. He needed to be sober in case something strange happened.
He looked into the mirror over the sink and plugged his nose with his right hand as he down the glass of vinegar with his left, it left behind a disgusting taste as he gagged and unplugged his nose, the salts now up close and personal as he inhaled deeply. He immediately doubled over and crawled to the toilet. The place where he up chucked all of today's drinks. His neck bulged as the forthy liquid spewed outward and into the pristine waters of the toilet, amazingly missing the rim and not needing to be cleaned. He stood up and smiled at how clear his mind was. After flushing the toilet he left the stall and washed his hands so he could head back out to the bar and see what was going on. He was a little hungry now and he knew bread would absorb whatever drinks had been left behind after the stomach attack.
He smiled as he sat on the stool he had previously been teetering off of as he thought of the words the quincy spoke before he had left. "I've never really met one of your kind before, but I can see you appear to not want to delve deeper into the subject, most likely due to the environment or us, the people." He spoke clearly as he turned his head to look at Hanako, "one last request madame, any bread loafs would be much loved." He smiled at her as he went back to looking around the bar and to the magical fire place, well not magic, most likely science that could push energy out and feed it back into bodies that could accept it. He stood up and made his way to the fire, kneeling down close to it he put his hands out and felt the typical warmth wash over them and a secondary feeling as well, much like the heat but not as intense as it crept up his arms and through out his whole body, he could feel the final effects of the alcohol drain away as well as his body freshen up. Landen closed his eyes as he took in the feeling, not wanting to get up just yet. He soon arsed himself into getting up and returning to the bar where he knew his bread would be waiting. His wallet out as he handed Hanako the bills for it and the tip as well, "Thank you madame."
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