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❝ COMING THROUGH!❞ HULKING figure would fall from the heavens with the weight of a boulder and the elegance of a bird. Aim was a tad off, small and devilish creature that he hunted was a bit hard to see from such height. What could be described as a chirp (but was much more akin to a shriek) would leave tiny lungs and the MONKEY would flail about before attempting to run. Nothing more than a game of tag between the two.

#ic.open #open.mutuals #[ help him catch Tomi #his monkey friend

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May this peace bring to the Sereitei a rest after a long morning. To those who wandered around with not much purpose at all, would meet time to time, notwithstanding, this time, only encountered a man taking pleasure in the breeze’s touch.

❝ Indeed. Hope it stays this way. ❞ —— replied without any inquietude at talking to a new face.

Head would tilt and he would turn to greet the other properly. Features were rather gentle, lips pulled upwards into a small smile. A nod would be given and he would turn his features to the small BEAST that rest in open arms. While he held a preference for battle, times of peace were always welcomed. ❝ That would be pleasant. However, peace can dull the sharpest of blades. ❞

#hyakumen #thread.mini #he is kind of tho

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“—Then you will have no problems from me.”

Hazel optics stared him down from her perch, studying him in silence for a moment. He was strong—perhaps not as powerful as she was, but he still held some sort of strength that she could feel. Shinigami weren’t uncommon in Hueco Mundo—it was the peaceful ones that were rare.

Features were gentle, as much as they could be, he did not wish to display hostility (at least not yet). He had been ordered against fighting, whether it be an HIDING Arrancar or a simple Hollow, he had been sent to scout on behalf of the Soutaichou. He would step forward, a few small steps, before coming to a halt once more. An ESPADA, clearly. He was almost giddy. ❝ I think I can trust ya Arrancar-san. I do not have orders to attack, so I mean ya no harm. ❞

#rheysmau #thread.mini

[ Nanano

Now that was a challenge.

Her normally stern features shifted into one of almost confidence, lips curling up into a rare smile. Challenging her Kido skills was something that most people didn’t dare do—but he had watched her since she was young. He had trained her, sparred with her—he knew how she worked and what he could do to amplify that.

“I have…I’m not quite sure if you could break it however.”

SOFT & FRIENDLY features shifted in a blink. Grittier and far more animalistic. It had very much been a CHALLENGE. Lips would stretch wide, features breathed with new life. He was every bit a WARMONGER at his core, joyful was he to stand in battle, even if it was a mere spar. Rough grip would tighten upon his blade, pulling it from his side, sheath and all. Horizontally he would present it to her, free hand clasping handle but he would not pull the blade free. It was a spar after all, he did not wish to draw blood. ❝ Shall we test that, Nanao? If I can break it, you owe me a bottle of Soutaichou’s finest. Deal? ❞

#viitejie #thread.mini

Legs moved with EXCITEMENT, bounding through division barracks and darting around hallway corners. Newly appointed Captain was to join spaciously empty barracks and he wanted to be the first to welcome him or her. Lieutenant badge was clipped around his shoulder, glimmering as if freshly polished (for it was). He would come crashing through the hall, quick foot work catching and preventing impending fall just short of closed office doors. A loud knock would echo as hand withdrew to his side, features lit with LIFE.

❝ Taichou? ❞

#hanabiira #thread.mini #thread.starter #[ I hope it's okay!

Subtle breeze would flow and thick mane would waver, as if brought to life in light of cloud breaking sun. The air seemed fresher than ever and the GORILLA was enjoying it.

❝ A wondrous afternoon, is it not? ❞

#ic.open.#open.mutuals #[ posts again /shrug/ ]

[ Nanao:

“It is fine…”

Her gaze followed his movements, stiffening slightly. It was not that she didn’t want to spar with him…it was just that she wasn’t fond of using swords. Hakuda was fine—Kido was even better, but she knew not everyone preferred those methods.

“I have not yet surpassed you…but if you’d like to spar, I will oblige.”

❝ A spar would be nice. However if ya don’t wish to draw yer blade, perhaps instead I can test the strength of yer barriers?❞

The sight of her stiffening was not missed, she was not much of a sword fighter, she had never been one at all in truth. Yes, she knew how to wield a blade and perhaps swing it about, but a swordsman that does not make. Kido expert was a far better title to give her.

❝ Cook up anything new? ❞

#viitejie #thread.mini

[ Nanao

It had been a very, very long time since she had seen her own steel flash in the light—as well as actually holding the hilt in her own grip. She did not hate her zanpakuto, far from it—it was just not her personal preference.

She felt clumsy using it after such a long time—she knew she wasn’t going to be as fluid as she once was with the blade, so his words did not shock her much. Spine would straighten, body turning just enough for sapphire optics to catch sight of him.

“—Thank you.”

❝ Apologies~ If I snuck up on you, Nanao~. I did not mean to. ❞

Half of a lie, the better half that was. He had been searching for her for a good hour, however he hadn’t meant to come off as sneaky. Emerging from left he would give a somewhat apologetic wave, heavy armor would shake at such a gesture, it was truly surprising at how he could manage to be QUIET. Right hand would come to rest upon sheathed sword’s elongated handle thick digits rolling over coarse fabric. Perhaps she was up to a little spar, he could do with a work out.

❝ Would you like some aide with yer form. for the sake of old times? ❞

#viitejie #thread.mini

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#photo.Golden Gorilla

[ Nanao

A breathless sigh worked its way past her lips—staring at the destroyed target before her. No, it hadn’t been with Kido this time, but with her own blade. Frustration and irritation had overtaken her—resulting in the broken dummy before her.

Rogue raven strands stuck out from her normally precise style—sweat made her skin feel sticky and fluid movements slowly sheathed the blade back up into her sleeve; unaware of the other’s eyes.

A rare sight, to say the least. She had never been one to draw out her zanpakuto, an oddity that had always had him confused. It was their only true weapon after all, a shinigami without their zanpakuto was little more than a tough cookie. An ideal however, was perhaps the only reason he could accept to abstain from drawing upon one’s ONLY weapon.

❝ Loosen up a little bit, yer far too stiff. ❞

#viitejie #thread.mini

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The movement was caught in the corner of her eye, head turning just slightly so she could better see her new visitor. Tall. Very tall, in fact—she was a bit…iffy about tall people. She was a decent height herself, but she had reasons for the dislike.

“—If you’re here for trouble, I have to ask that you leave.”

Legs would bring him to an immediate halt, which would only result in him skidding down the sand dune he had been climbing. Her presence had been felt a few leagues back, however only now was he aware of what little he had actually felt. An Arrancar at the least, an Espada at the most. Truthfully, he wasn’t on the prowl for a fight, more so a scouting mission.

❝ Oh no, no, no~ No trouble at all At least upon my end, Miss. ❞

#rheysmau #thread.mini #[ p f f f t ]