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About Yoshirou (Kyōraku)

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    Head of the Kyoraku Clan
  • Birthday 04/23/1988

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    Georgia
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    bleach, naruto, really anime in general, i like super hero movies or over the top ones, also love college football video games are the best though
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    Race: S�z�shin #120325
    Division: Former Squad 13 Captain / Other Characters Name: Absolon, Vatto, Sama'el & Baal

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  1. Kyouraku Mansion

    Yoshirou smiles as the Kido Commander laughed at his restroom comment, but that smile quickly turns upside down as Meta then teases him. It is true that he is older than Metabee but as far as a Shinigami’s lifespan goes he was still well within his prime. “Hey now, with age comes wisdom, or at least that’s what I like to tell myself,” Yoshirou quickly retorted, smiling once again as the conversation progressed. Just as Yoshi had suspected the Advisor too enjoyed the fruit stating that they were really good. He even accepted his offer to deliver some to his barracks and just like something Meta would do, asked for a raccoon to be included. With a grin Yoshirou stated, “Delivering the fruit’s not a problem. I wouldn’t even mind giving you the seeds although it is a source of income for us, but… But I cannot give you the raccoon. That my friend is our ace gardener and as you can taste works wonders in the green house.” As Metabee asked about the plans for the day both Olivia and Scarlet entered each carrying a tray which aroma immediately filled the room. The savory smell of eggs and bacon were hard to resist. In fact Yoshirou’s stomach failed him a second time, as it growled yet again. “Hmm hmm, my stomach is making it obvious that I’m starving but I think even a full person would find that smell hard to resist,” he says as the food yet again took his full attention. “Breakfast is served,” Olivia, announced as she and Scarlett entered the dining area carrying the two lords’ breakfast. While it is true Metabee wasn’t technically a noble his status as Kido Commander and Clan Advisor elevated well above any status most could ever dream of. Thus as far as she was concerned the title of lord wasn’t an exaggeration but befitting. Olivia delivered Yoshirou’s while Scarlett took the Commander’s. “Please let us know if there is anything else we can get you.” Again it was Olivia who spoke while Scarlet remained silent though this time she managed a smile before they both bowed and took there leave. “How peculiar,” Yoshirou wanted to say but the steaming hot plate of food took precedence. Besides Meta had previously asked him a question and he has yet to answer; to delay any further would be rude no matter how starving he was. “Well I had planed on continuing our development training but perhaps we should wait, at least till JDan can rejoin us. I would hate to exclude him now especially after how much potential he showed. He may even end up being my teacher when you’re not around,” he chuckled. The idea for the technique may have been all Yoshirou’s but JDan was quickly out shinning him. Yoshi sips from his glass and refills it. “If your up for it we could always just go with my original plans I had for today before you delightly surprised us but if you have something you would like to take care of since the training is but on hold for now, by all means go ahead.” Taking a moment to explain his plans Yoshirou informed Metabee that his original schedule for today was to deliver supplies to aid one of the struggling Rukon districts. It consisted of food, clean, water, small blankets and minor first aid like rubbing alcohol and bandages. It was something that the Kyoraku Clan regularly did ever since he took up the mantle has Head, although he didn’t always have the time to go himself. The districts were always chosen at random but one thing remained the same even considered on Shinigami terms and that was they were all rough areas. “Think about it, but first eat while its still hot and fresh,” Yoshirou said after a quick review of the previous schedule. “Besides this will be your last meal in here unless is something a little more formal. From here on out we’ll eat with the rest of the Clan.” Informing Metabee that he was listening and would take his advice.
  2. Happy holidays everyone!!

  3. Kyouraku Mansion

    Yoshirou bites into the juicy fruit that served as an appetizer as he listened to Metabee’s reply. He reminded him it was only the beginning and that there were two sides to that coin. “I know I know…” he thought as he continues to listen and eat the ambrosia like fruit. The fruits were so good that they made it hard to concentrate past its captivating sweet taste as if it were possessing you through your taste buds. Even for Yoshirou who ate fruits like this from the clan’s garden, almost daily, was still entranced for the first few bites, though he regained his composure quick enough that Mete might not have noticed; though once he too bit into the fruit he would surely understand. Yoshirou smiles as the Commander finished speaking. “Well, for me every time I drink two things happen for sure. I sleep like a baby,” he says pausing and looking around confirming none of the women are present still, then continues. “I have to pee like crazy every fifteen minutes it seems; like I’m an old man with bladder problems. Haha. The rest just depends on the occasion for drinking,” he said with no need to elaborate. It was obvious that if one were drinking because they were sad or grieving the effect would be different than if they were celebrating, socializing or perhaps doing it out of anger. Yoshirou showed a side not often seen whenever he was around the Kido Commander. Not only was he less formal and more relaxed, but his laughs were louder, feeling more genuine than before, and he would even cut up from time to time. Not even Yoshirou could calculate that the Advisor’s presence alone would have such an affect on him. “So Metabee how do you like the fruit from our greenhouse?” he asked as he ate the last few pieces he had. “If you would like I can have some delivered to your barracks sometime?” He wasn’t quite sure what Meta’s thoughts were on the fruit but it was almost impossible for him not to like it. But still there is always that chance.
  4. Kyouraku Mansion

    Yoshirou greeted the Advisor and accepted his cup of tea from Olivia and immediately takes a sip. In return Metabee reciprocated likewise and asked how he was doing after yesterday. “I’m holding up well. Luckily the most intense part of our training yesterday was done in the VTS so my body feels great, though I was a little more mentally exhausted than normal since we also started on the new technique. Thanks to that and the little Saki I had I can confidently say I slept like a baby,” he says with a short giggle. Yoshirou then raises both arms and flexes his small but rock like biceps, “Now I’m completely rejuvenated…” but before he could finish he is rudely interrupted by his stomach growling; what inopportune timing. “All but my appetite I should say,” Yoshi adds as Olivia takes this queue to announce today’s menu for breakfast. After stating the menu and receiving their orders Olivia headed immediately to the kitchen so that her hungry seniors' appetite won't be what causes there demise. Passing right by her another maid brought out a medium size tray of fruits, which consisted of thinly sliced apples and oranges along with a vine of grapes and a couple of bananas. The fruit tray look absolutely delicious but something else still stole his attention. Scarlett, the maid that was carrying the tray, appeared to be blushing and if it wasn’t just in Yoshirou’s imagination she seemed to have a hard time looking Metabee in the eye. “Did something happen between them? No it couldn’t be. You can’t tell me Meta works that fast. It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since he’s been here. That would be legendary pimp status, “ he thinks to himself. He would ask about it but was certain it was nothing so he would save it for towards the end. After finally reaching the table, which to Scarlett felt as if it took an eternity, she places the fruit tray in-between the two gentlemen. Immediately she takes her leave without saying a word, which was highly usual of her. While she was never one to carry on needless conversations, she was very catering and took her job seriously. On a normal day she would certainly have spoken out and ask if they were ok or needed anything else while they waited? Yoshirou pushes the matter of Scarlett to the back of his mind for now and reluctantly takes his attention off the food, turning it to Kido Commander. “ Humm, that was strange... But anyhow, the other guards tell me you really did a number on JDan last night. It’s cute how he over did it on your accord. I think he’s taking a good liking to you... So how are you managing this morning?” he asks though he can immediately tell he’s doing leagues better than JDan. While Meta responds; Yoshi grabs a little of each of the fruits, though not enough to fill up on. He was really looking forward to today’s breakfast.
  5. Kyouraku Mansion

    Yoshirou passes through the garden as he makes his way back to the main house. It was still early but he managed to complete his morning rounds already. This was largely in part to do with the wonderful staff and well trained clansmen, which was not only reassuring to him but it also made his duties that much easier. Although the majority of the clan is composed of newer members they all seemed to have integrated quite nicely. This was all around great news as it meant those he left in charge of the recruiting had succeeded in their jobs. A loud growling noise interrupts Yoshirou’s thoughts; the culprit was none other than his own empty stomach. “I guess my first stop will be to the dining room. With any luck Metabee might have made his way down by now. If not I will check on him after a proper breakfast,” he thinks to himself as he enters the mansion through the main entrance. “Good morning Lord Kyoraku,” says Harold as he momentarily bows. “Good morning to you as well Harold, but don’t mind me I’m simply on my way to the dining hall,” replies Yoshirou. Just as Yoshi was about to proceed on his way Harold continues to speak, stopping him in his tracks. “Ah yes my Lord and just as a courtesy, Advisor Metabee is waiting on you there.” “You have my thanks Harold,” says Yoshirou as the two go about there separate ways. As he went on his way he couldn’t help but think things turned out just that way he asked for. Although it was later in the morning Yoshirou would still feel slightly guilty if he ate without the Meta. Now he could eat freely without such thoughts, which brought a smile to his face. Entering the dining room Yoshirou spots Metabee already seated and sipping on some tea. “Good morning Meta I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long,” he says as he approaches the table and sits across from him. Just as he does one of the maids enters from the kitchen bring him his cup of hot tea. Every morning while he waited for breakfast he would always have a cup of hot tea so for the maids on staff in the morning this was simply routine. “Ah thanks Olivia, you’re as prompt as always.” Olivia blushes but quickly responds, “You are too kind. Your praise is much appreciated but is certainly unneeded.” She was a very beautiful and very innocent women and surprisingly the shy type, even around her fellow brethren. “Very well, then what’s on the menu this morning?” Yoshirou asked as he assumed Metabee hadn’t ate yet either. “This mornings carb will be your choice of buttermilk pancakes or Belgian waffles. Next will be eggs that are either fried or scrambled, paired with Canadian bacon. And finally will be a fruit tray that is served while you wait on your meal,” Olivia happily answers. Yoshirou looks at Metabee “Go ahead my friend you first.” Although Yoshi knew exactly what he wanted he allowed Meta to go first. Even though he wasn’t technically a guest, it was still his first breakfast here. As for Yoshi when it was his turn he would get a stack of the pancakes, scrambled eggs with cheese and bacon. Today’s breakfast was his favorite and besides the pancakes the rest he would always order the same.
  6. The Unstoppable Force

    The two creatures continued to stroll the deserts of Hueco Mundo, each a devil in their own right. Though it wasn’t always that way, once upon a time one of them could have been called a hero or rescuer but that time has long pasted; traded in for this psychotic Arrancar. Sama’el continued to poke at Monk, pushing his buttons fueling his anger and desire to kill. Although it remained hidden, Sama’el couldn’t help but grin wryly as Monk threaten that his sanity should never be questioned again. To literally threaten a “Demon” to his face could only mean one’s higher thinking was sadly failing them, right? Either that or they blatantly didn’t give a crap, which only made Monk an even better choice in Sama’el’s eyes. The lies continued to pour from Sama’el’s mouth until he stopped just before revealing a name. It would seem Monk was diligently following along becoming more and more enticed by the story as the sudden silence and lack of a name was too much to bare as it sends him into a rage. “YES TAKE MY LIFE AND EMBRACE YOUR NEW PATH WITH EYES WIDE OPEN,” screams Sama’el, as Monks enters a momentary berserk like state. The ferocity behind the attacks immediately displaces an enormous amount of sand, masking the entire surroundings. The cloud of sand was so thick that if a human inhaled one breath of it they would suffocate almost instantly . With such power the large cloud of debris rapidly increased in size until finally Monk’s fury subsides and he halts his attack… An evil laugh breaks the ominous silence, in a pitch so evil that it could only come from a prisoner, no, resident of hell. Simultaneously a powerful gust of wind sweeps across the area causing the occurrence, or coincidence to feel all the more supernatural. Only one demon remained standing with his Zanpakuto dripping in blood, while the laughter emanated from the devil, lying on the ground, soaking in his own pool of blood; bisected cleanly in two separate pieces. As the laughter vanishes and the dirt settles the same voice cries out with blood oozing from his mask and body. “Marvelous you are simply marvelous. What a masterpiece you will create. I hope this helps prove that I’m not a mere apparition nor simply a concoction from your mind.” The voice spoke with no concern of his own emanate death, which Monk saw too, though it was all within expectations. How long has it been since Sama’el had felt the unique euphoria of death, intentionally or not. Warm blood that quickly seeps from one’s body, giving way to a cold that steadily creeps in; like a long winter hunkering down for the next eternity. It was a feeling that no matter how many times one felt you could never truly get use too. “Once again my name is Sama’el. Burn it into the back of your mind, along with another, for you will be seeing me again; as for the Shinigami’s name you seek it is Yoshirou Kyoraku! I will go and set the way for you, until then KILL TO YOUR HEARTS CONTENT.” replies Sama’el as his consciousness slips away into darkness.
  7. Kyouraku Mansion

    Metabee responded to JDan’s goodbyes without being too bummed out. He even answers his question stating that it takes practice. Something that was true for all things, even drinking it seems; but it wasn’t something that JDan felt a need to get better at. So this was ultimately the best he could do. With a little luck JDan made it to is bed, but he wasn’t luckily enough to disrobe or change, nor did he manage to make it under the covers. Although pajamas or nightwear is far more comfortable he was drunk enough that he wouldn’t tell the difference tonight. And for the covers, as they say the liquor will be keeping him warm tonight. Dawn broke and the rising sun slowly pierced the darkness in Yoshirou’s room. His room was purposefully set up with the balcony facing the sunrise so that if he were still sleeping the sudden brightness would wake him up. He felt it important as the Head to start his day no later than the sun’s; otherwise he would only be wasting the day. Yoshirou had already started his morning rounds and one of the things he wanted to do was check with the guards and see if JDan was going to make it in today. Yoshirou could already see the signs by the time he left the pair. He knew that the odds were against it if JDan continued to drink after he had left. Yoshi’s POV I arrived at the guard tower above my room. I choose that one not only because it was closest but because if JDan was “working” today he would most likely be here that this hour in the morning. With a quick look around I soon got my answer… seems the alcohol got the better of him. Poor fella but I wouldn’t hold it against him. I mean, yes!! I will certainly tease him about it but that’s as far as I’ll go with it. There’s still a small chance that he did make it in and already left, so I asked just to give him the benefit of the doubt. I simply further confirm my growing suspicions. Angie, one of the prettiest guards around, informed me that after he failed to show up they went and checked on him. They found him passed out on the edge of his bed with a bucket next to him filled a quarter of the way with vomit. Too much info I responded but needless to say he wont be showing up for duty today. However he did seem coherent enough for a second simply saying, “Tell, Lord Kyoraku my apologies. My stomach seems to be getting the best of me today.” That big buffoon seems all his size and muscles are useless when it comes to drinking. I sure hope his hangover isn't too bad. Well before I leave I confirm that Jessica will be filling in for him today, which of course will be fine. By no means was she the next strongest in line. She simple had the necessary skills and know how to act as Vice Chief of Security when needed while also being very trustworthy. I made my way down the stairs to finish the morning rounds before Metabee woke up. Not many were like JDan so odds are Metabee is fairing far better.
  8. Kyouraku Mansion

    The wind blows on the beautiful night forcing the few clouds that were blocking the remainder of the moonlight away. Even without the moonlight it was well light but with it the beauty of the surround scenery was just that much better. The night was closing in on half way so the light given off the moon would begin to diminish. From a chair he made it to earlier, JDan looks around taking in the view from here one last time. Honestly he wasn’t pausing for the view as being only a floor below he had one close to it. Instead he was attempting to gather his thoughts and gain his composure. “I’m s-orry M-etabee but I’m going to have to t-ap out here. If I continue t-o drink from this point, I can guarantee I will be sick. M-y Saki lost its taste along time ago,” he says taking in a deep breath and sighing heavily. “I’m h-onestly not sure how some S-hinigami can do this on a regular b--asis, much less humans.” Having regained his composure, even if for a moment, JDan slowly stands up. At this point the room only had a slight twirl to it instead of a full-blown spin, as if it was a ride at the fair. “I will t-ake this brief opportunity to get to my ro-om before what went down decides to come back up,” he states while touching his belly, hinting at the alcohol. “It’s been the best nig-ht I’ve had in quite sometime. I bid you a goo-d night.” JDan then slightly bows making sure not to upset his stomach nor fall over to the floor; both of which would be extremely embarrassing, especially when he was so close to making it to his room. "Ju-st leave the cups and the bot-tle on the table for tonight. The ma-ids will be more than hap-py to gather it all in the morn-ing." JDan momentarily waited giving Metabee time to respond but as long as the Commander didn’t object to his leaving he would leave right after. Time was of the essences and if he wanted to make it to his room by himself he needed to act swiftly; the longer he remained standing the faster the room started to spin again, though it was increasing at a slow pace.
  9. The Unstoppable Force

    Sama’el spoke his mind, and for better or worse it was something he never hesitated to do. Monk carefully listens, scrutinizing a few keywords as he decides how to react to them. Although Monk’s face was also covered with a mask, the atmosphere around him spoke as though he both agreed and disagreed. Until he finally answered with a tone that clearly stated his distaste. Sama’el was obviously striking a nerve but it was every bit of his intention to do so. Every move, every word was calculated and adjusted to, to reach a desired outcome. His objective now was simple. Enrage the “Weapon of Mass Destruction,” by showing him the cause of that anger, whether it’s the true culprit or the one Sama’el pins the blame on. And then guiding him on a path that will allow him to release his fury on those less fortunate. After Monk states that he is no Shinigami dog, he then grips his Zanpakuto tighter preparing to strike. “Ah, so you will strike me down,” Sama’el thinks to himself but is unable to get out a word before Monk attacks. But instead of attacking Sama’el, Monk strikes at the air behind him, talking to the wind as if someone was actually whispering in his ear. Witnessing the spectacle a wry smile creeps up on Sama’el’s face although it remains hidden from view. “In that condition its been quite sometime since you’ve made your own decisions,” he thinks to himself choosing to remain silent. After Monk regains his composure things proceed without violence, for now… “Haha, assist me then you shall, for you will gain much more than me, ‘Freedom’,” Sama’el says in a pleased tone. He didn’t care what reason Monk use to satisfy his conscience as long as his "will" was done and his "agenda" achieved. Monk proceeds to walk at a slow pace and continues to speak with the mysterious hooded figure, signaling for him to follow. With a few sentences he essentially demands Sama’el to state what he knows so that he can be done with him. Sama’el’s mood lightens even further as the Arrancar seems to be eager to hear the information after all. So without hesitation he follows on Monk’s left side “The sole reason for your current predicament is none other than the Shinigami. From the beginning they have been manipulating events so that you would end up here, like this, broken both physically and mentally. Not a mere dog but a Lone Wolf carrying out their biddings,” he says drifting from Monk’s left side and appearing on his right, very ghost like. This wasn’t done this time for theatrics, merely to give Monk enough time to dwell on those words before he continued on; but not enough time to respond. “I know you find my words difficult but think about who prospers most from your minor purges of useless Hollows? However much fun it is you cannot deny the fact that with each death you make, the Shinigami’s job easier and safer,” he says rhetorically. “Surely you would rather kill much worthier targets and while you’re at it get revenge on those that got you to this point. Above all others there is one who holds most of the blame. One calling the shots behind the scenes…” Sama’el stopped there hoping that Monk wasn’t doubting him up until this point. He gave no reason to as his tone was informative and his story not too farfetched. Sama’el further tired to entice Monk with a name but would not reveal it yet in order to peak his curiosity. There was only one Shinigami’s name though, which Sama’el knew and he would be the victim of this conspiracy, having sliced his arm off in a pervious encounter it was befitting.
  10. Kyouraku Mansion

    As JDan poured the final round of drinks he filled the glasses almost to the brim. Seeing how full the cups were Metabee made a quick comment. JDan handed back the glass with a smile and with a drunken response. “Ya damn skippy, this is the K-yoraku Clan after all,” he said laughing as he was only joking and poking fun of himself. JDan then proceeded to ask the Commander to tell a joke or story, which initially seems like a bad idea. Metabee had a stumped look on his face, as he was slightly unprepared to be on the spot. After a second or two the veteran Shinigami regains his intoxicated composure, with a wry smile on his face, and tells a couple of jokes. JDan sipped on his tall glass of Saki as he listens to the jokes told. The jokes told were certainly not what he expected but nonetheless they were still quite funny. That was the beauty of new friends telling each other jokes, as at first they would most likely be vastly different; coming for different backgrounds, upbringings and situations all together. “Hahahaha, that’s why my daughter will never d-ate,” he replies though he as no kids yet, just his clan. He knew the response was an unreasonable answer to a situation but even still it was the one most parents would say at least once in there life. The next joke was just as good as the first but completely threw JDan off, on how to respond besides simply laughing and stating, “Oh, man that would be to awkward.” JDan takes a slightly bigger sip from his glass and clears his throat. “I’ve got a c-ouple which I think you’ll find just as f-unny. Hopefully you won't t-hink any less of me.” Clearing his throat once again he decides to tell the shorter joke first. “Ok, here goes n-othing. What’s a difference between a baby and an airplane?” Leaving no time to respond as you were not meant to JDan quickly answers. “One goes from city to city and the other goes from titty to titty,” he says barely able to get it out before bursting out in laughter. He was clearly the drunkest one this night not just because of his obscene joke but the lack of restraint to finish telling it before laughing hysterically. After a few seconds he clams down and tells his final joke, which was just as bad. “So a blind man sits at the bar in a strip club and while ordering his first drink from the bar tender he asks if she would like to hear the funniest dumb blond joke ever. Even though she herself was blond she took pity on the guy since he was blind. And said, mister since you’re blind I will give you a heads up before you get yourself killed here. Counting me there are three blonds that work here. I myself have a shotgun under the counter, the blond waitress over there has a small pistol in her waist and the girl on stage also has a gun in her locker. Knowing that do you still wanna tell your dump blond joke MISTER? The guy looks at her following the sound of her voice and replied without hesitation. Hell no!! Not if I’m going to have to explain it three times.” Finishing the lengthy joke JDan once again erupts in laughter. Again it wasn’t necessarily because the jokes were that funny, it’s just that he’s that drunk. Once his laughter subsided he took another sip of his drink. Having taken a couple sips already he realizes just how much he poured into the cups, as he wasn’t even half way done yet. “Wow, I really did go big didn’t I. Perhaps its best not to finish it,” JDan thinks to himself but didn’t want to go back on his decision now. Returning his attention back on Metabee he reengages in conversation. “I hope my j-okes weren’t to distasteful for you and if so then I b-lame it on t-he Saki. It’s a lot stronger than I remembered.” The boos were certainly partly to blame but some of it was also because of his terrible since of humor... At this point JDan was wasted and began drunk talking and rambling. “Commander I feel that I should be honest with you. I had no intention to like you at first. Its not that I planned on hating you or anything but I figured I would remain undecided until I further investigated you. Having no ties to the Clan or nobility and just suddenly accepting, I was slightly skeptical. But after knowing you for just a day I cannot help but feel that you were always meant to be here. I didn’t understand Yoshirou’s decision at first but now, I would not want anyone else as the Advisor. I hope that someday you take the Kyoraku name for yourself.” JDan finishes his drunken rambles there, taking another sip from his glass.
  11. Kyouraku Mansion

    The Commander seemed pleased to hear that arrange marriages are starting to fade away. He then answered Yoshirou’s question replying, after he retires. It was a vague answer but Yoshi wouldn’t press the matter any further as there wasn’t much to gain. Yoshirou said his good byes to his companions as they too wished him a good night. Metabee stated to drink some water and JDan confirming it with a drunk, “Uh huh, uh huh.” Yoshirou smiled as he walked out the door. “Ok, I hear ya.” Just as he was about to proceed up the stairs to his room a guard comes down, simply on his nightly patrol. Upon seeing Yoshirou the guard bows and then a brief hello was exchanged as the pair continued their separate ways. JDan finishes his glass as Metabee asks what they should do next. For JDan in was a no brainer. Although he was not a regular drinker tonight was different; a fierce battle between friends, growing of bonds and even the development of new techniques. Tonight was definitely a night to celebrate and in the company of the new Advisor no less. Looking at the bottle he replies, “T-there’s not much left, l-ets continue, since you're ok with it.” Drunken hiccups were the worse and if there was a guarantee that you could get drunk without getting them then JDan might drink a little more often. That was how much he hated it. With both men agreeing JDan takes the initiative and pours them each their final glass. They had been using your standard whisky type glasses so instead of pouring smaller shots he simply filled the glasses up further, finishing off the last bit of Saki. JDan looks at Metabee as he hands him his glass back. “So C-ommander tell this drunken fool a joke or a good story, surely you k-now a couple. The dirtier the better, haha,” he says. The plan was to finish off the night with a light, fun, and carefree atmosphere, relieving some of the bitterness that was still present.
  12. It's so lively around here. Hello again everyone!

  13. The Unstoppable Force

    “Even after so much Death your hands still thirst for more blood. Marvelous! Simply splendid,” says Sama’el in a dark an eerie voice. He was more than satisfied with the overwhelming killing intent oozing from his very core. “But… how can you speak of enemies and might when your victims are only fodder, most of which are not worthy of your time? Or are you taking a liking to the Shinigami’s will? You have fallen further than I thought. But fear not I will guide you.” Sama’el was tempting to bait the mad Hollow with hearsay and stories using the Shinigami as the bait. With his scythe in his right hand Sama’el once again closes the distance between them while simultaneously sinking in to the sands, as if the earth was swallowing him whole. “How can you kill what is not actually there? Better yet how can you kill what you don’t know is real or a figment of your imagination You speak of which you do not know,” he says playing with Monk’s broken and tormented mind. His words and tricks were always to manipulate his targets actions once he revealed himself and now wasn’t any different. Speaking in riddles and questions was only part of the schemes. Like the in-laws that would never leave, Sama’el appeared once again. “But I did not come here to fight nor test your might. Monk… I’ve been called many things by the living but only a few know me as Sama’el. And I offer information, enlightenment if you will, only then will your true enemy will be known. News that I think you would like to know so you could better direct your fury,” he states cold and calculating. If one could see his eyes through his mask they would see the harsh gaze that only a True Demon could grace you with. He hoped his interest would be peaked and the bait taken as it would be much easier for his story to be accepted. Either way he would tell it and improvise.
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    The mood had soured for a bit but luckily it was only a brief moment. Although it hasn’t been long enough for, “time to heal all wounds,” JDan kept his composure; the alcohol perhaps playing a small part in this. Of the three men JDan was the one who couldn’t hold his liquor the best. This was simply because as a guard he felt it hindering to his duties, so he limited himself to occasions like this and holidays. For him there were much better ways to relax and blow off steam like weight lifting or good old fashion training. Even still it wasn’t as hard for JDan to talk about his loss briefly with Metabee as it had been in the past. “Yes it’s becoming less and less popular even here in the Soul Society and is a practice typically only some of the Clans still conduct. And more and of them are even starting to drop the tradition,” replies Yoshirou. “I haven’t known you long but you seem too free spirited to have an arrange marriage,” says JDan chiming in without interrupting Yoshirou. Continuing along with the subject Metabee then states that he’s in no rush and plans on waiting till much later. “Oh really Metabee, I thought you would have said quiet the opposite,” Yoshirou says surprised and with Sayuri in mind. “So do you plan on waiting till you retire or will you retire once you’ve found the one?” Love wasn’t something you could always put on hold so he was curious how the Commander would answer. But people change so even if his answer does too, Yoshirou wouldn’t hold it against him. Honestly he was just surprised by the reply and asked on drunken impulse... ___ “Here, here,” says JDan endorsing both toasts. He then took a sip from his drink and realized immediately something was wrong. Although it came from the same bottle it was starting to lose its rough taste, becoming easier to drink. “This could mean only one thing, I’ve had too many too fast,” he thinks to himself but instead of getting worried he merely smiles and looks at both Yoshirou and Metabee. “I wouldn’t have it any other way right now.” It wasn’t often that JDan as Head Guard could have this much fun nor be this relaxed and carefree but for now he was thoroughly enjoying himself. The trio continued to talk and drink until Yoshirou finally finished his cup that he stated would be his last. It would be easy for him to get another bottle of Saki and stay with his friends but tomorrow’s duties come quick, and even quicker after a night of drinking. There was only about a quarter of the bottle left but it would be up to JDan and Metabee to finish it off. “Well, gentleme-n,“ says Yoshirou belching like a drunken alcoholic. “Excuse me but as they say there’s more room out than in.” After a momentary chuckle Yoshi continues. “Its certainly been a fun and eventful day but its time for me to call it a night,” he states while yawning. Not only was he drunk but also tired after such a long day. “But don’t stop on my accord, please continue to enjoy yourselves.” Yoshirou then says his good byes and proceeded to leave. “I will see you two in the morning,” he said looking back just before exiting the door. While he wasn’t falling over drunk you could certainly tell that there was a little wobble in his walk that wasn’t there before.
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