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Continuing to slaughter, kill, take. Life is to constantly sin. Life is evil itself.
nezuel
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Post by nezuel on Jan 6, 2023 23:01:19 GMT -5
"We can't exactly take him home, dear." Nez would say as he shook Koshou's offered hand. He also took the opportunity to follow Milo's wave, moving to the other side of the shinigami's arm. He laid his head on the shinigami's shoulder as his arm went around him, fingers intertwining with Milo's hand behind him. "Friend, I can do, Koshou." the arrancar would say, looking up at the man through his eyelashes. "Though I apologize if anything I do is uncomfortable to you...I simply see you enjoying the company of my dear Milo and perhaps I get a little jealous, do you not like me? Tell me, please, and I'll stop the behavior." Honestly, he was curious if it was because he was the opposite gender than Milo or because he was stronger.
"A name to call you? Hmmm, how about the very thing I suggested, Beast?" his words weren't condescending, quite the opposite, in fact. Perhaps he hadn't said it in the way he'd preferred but it was far to early for that sort of thing, if ever. "We can leave, if you want. I should be able to open a garganta to the material world, if you want to have a safe place to talk...for a while atleast." he grimaced slightly, thinking about the hollows that would attack them...well him. He looked back at the shinigami. "Apologies, as I was saying...or we could open one to Soul Society, wherever you wish, I don't expect you to give me any significant intel on the Gotei 13."
"Or..." he'd say, popping a cigarette into his mouth that was identical to Koshou's own. "We could stay here and train. I could provide protection against the greater hollows in this area...if you want to spend some time swinging that big sword of yours around to slay some baddies." he winked at the shinigami. "As Milo said...we do need to know what you like to do for a date idea, unless you'd rather plan it?" He moved his chin slightly, the cig moving as he asked Koshou two questions at once. "What do you want to do?"
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This is what it's like being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even exercise.
Koshou
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Post by Koshou on Jan 7, 2023 4:28:12 GMT -5
As Koshou listens and shakes Nezuel's hand, he finally feels like he can let go the last bit of tension that may remain about him, given his company and their environment. Still, he doesn't seem any more tense when Nezuel moves to his other side other than a brief moment of instinct as he has to remind himself that he's not being boxed in. He gives a small sound, a snort at the back of his throat in amusement almost when he hears those possibilities, but follows it up with a faint squint of his eyes as he gives the question actual consideration. Well, in for a penny in for a pound..
"Good people are good people" Koshou says to Nezuel first, his side-eye shifting toward the shorter of the Arrancar to follow along with his half of a smirk. "Though I admit I generally find myself more vulnerable to the wiles of a woman, this life beyond life is long. Companionship and friendship is a good place to begin all the way around." To that effect, the stocky man shifts his weight enough to nudge an arm and shoulder into the side and frame of the shorter man in a boyish but comfortable form of physical contact. The question posed by Milo, and suggested on by Nez has gone unmentioned, though it seems now the Soul Reaper is taking a few moments to find his thoughts on this as well. A simple question, with a less than simple answer.
"Sometimes they call me Hanyo, or Hanyokai. It's a compliment I suppose, the way that battle takes me sometimes. But it's also perhaps an insult. That I'm only half the warrior my ancestor was, you see." He gives a tighter smile at that, lips pursing momentarily as he eyes the cigarette almost suspiciously as it's produced by the Arrancar by the says nothing. "Beast .. would be fine with me. I'm comfortable with the truth of that part of me, as it were." He nods his head at the suggestion overall, turning glance from one side now to the other toward Milo. "As for activities? You asked, and where I come from that makes it YOUR bag to handle!" There a bit of that playfulness that comes through now, that smirk turning a bit more broad as his next words come. "You choose, as long it takes us from here. Talk or train, I won't feel the eyes boring into my back at every moment." With THAT - Koshou does slip free an arm to reach for one of his own cigarettes, always conveniently tucked into the inner fold of his kimono. Or he tries to anyway, interlocked the way the pair are it's a bit of a dance.
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Continuing to slaughter, kill, take. Life is to constantly sin. Life is evil itself.
nezuel
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Post by nezuel on Jan 7, 2023 22:11:21 GMT -5
There was a brief bit of sadness in the arrancar's eyes as Koshou brought his opinions to light. Still, he tried to hide it, it was still fun to play around after all and nothing was perfect. "I can hardly blame you for that, Beast." Nez would say, taking himself off of Koshou's arm and giving him a lighthearted pat on that arm with the back on his hand. "Personally I prefer womanly curves myself as well, but when the life beyond is long like you said, why limit oneself?" He shrugged as he got up, arm reaching into a mini garganta. When he pulled it out, the cigarette was gone, since the shinigami didn't seem inclined to help him light it and share in the drug. "Truth? That part of you? Should I ask what you mean or is it something best revealed with time?"
"No matter, perhaps we should go." he mused, looking away and out at the forest. Already the menos were starting to amass and he could hear the cry of gillian far in the distance. "But keep in mind that just because we're gone from this place doesn't mean my eyes won't be boring into your...back." he winked and snapped his fingers in front of him, a garganta opening in the air, tapered at either end by small kido bindings.
He kept the memory show to a minimum as he walked through the garganta, letting Milo and Koshou talk some more if they wished as he focused on creating the reishi platform the three of them walked on. It didn't take long for them to reach his destination and as the garganta opened up on their destination, the three would be given a sight that most mortals would die for. Before them, or rather below, a large monument made of metal. Its spire reached into the heavens and on the deck around the top men, women, and children all looked around taking photos and mementos.
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This is what it's like being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even exercise.
Koshou
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Post by Koshou on Jan 8, 2023 19:40:02 GMT -5
"Truth, I never say never."
Koshou gives Nezuel the easy reply with a nod of his head as he acknowledges the other man's insight that barring fate's intervention it's likely that the road ahead is a long one, and there's no telling what budding friendship can bring. As they dip into the Garganta, the Soul Reaper can't help but try to focus on how the Arrancar does it, any kind of sense of how his abilities work but alas there's no real skill to apply beyond his powers of perception and observation. Stepping into the black takes a moment, but it's nothing entirely new to the Soul Reaper, of course.
"Hrm? Oh, just .. a bit of insanity, maybe?" The man just gives a grin that's even more broad the one before as he finally goes about lighting that cigarette he's retrieved. "Squad Eleven lives for battle, that was no boast and no joke, when first we met. Some people don't quite understand what that means," Koshou explains. He takes a slow drag of the smoke, the end glowing that bright distinct orange as the soft sound of crisping tobacco and paper can be heard in that utter void that all but surrounds them in every direction. "When we fought? You kept trying to remind me of how dangerous it could be ... but there's no care for it. No thought in the heat of it" he continues, using his hands as much as his cigarette to gesture and emphasize when he speaks, interspersing his words with the occasional pull on the cigarette. "There's only the battle ... and the edge."
Turning his attention for now toward Milo, there's that still-curious glance that watches her for her movement and her curves, but also studying her with as much a primal kind of predatorial study as any hollow or Arrancar. Not hostile, but rather something kindred in the way he measures anything and everything so easily read in his face. Are they stronger? Are they prey? His smile is friendly though, lacking that feral edge that often alludes to his urge for violence. "Not that our way is the only way .. but the instructors at the Academy seemed to know I'd be destined for Eleven from my first day." These last words are a little more quietly spoken, his attention shifting from the pair of Arrancar toward the sight that's now unfolding in front of, and below them.
nezuel Milo
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I have nothing to say.
Milo
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Post by Milo on Jan 18, 2023 21:52:14 GMT -5
Milo only leaned against the shinigami like a cat interested and curious, listening to the two men speak. Her lips curving into the sweetest smile every time Nezuel spoke and softening when Koshou spoke. She was comfortable in the warmth of the shinigami as she peered into the garganta that Nezuel opened. Their conversation topic was a bit dull for her input, but the change in scenery was something worth noting.
"What's this?" The wavy haired arrancar asked as she playfully slipped herself away from Koshou's hold, her gaze directed towards Nezuel this time and placing her arms around the smaller man's shoulders. "Is this something the mortals like?"
She leaned over, pressing herself closer to Nezuel as she was intrigued by the gathering of so many people of varying ages. Whatever it was that she was looking at, it was pretty impressive if the mortals built the structure by themselves. To think that she was missing out on so many things before and was now able to look at something new each time she explored the world of the living.
"So...why're we here for, Nezzy? Got something fun in mind? Something that doesn't include fighting, I hope?" Milo asked as she hummed quietly after, alnost swaying herself from side to side, trying to move Nezuel alongside her.
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Continuing to slaughter, kill, take. Life is to constantly sin. Life is evil itself.
nezuel
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Post by nezuel on Jan 24, 2023 19:50:04 GMT -5
"Eleven's thirst for battle echos my own thirst." the arrancar would say as he was tilted from side to side by the swaying arrancar. "For battle, I mean. I don't think any division would accommodate my other deviant nature." he would laugh before pointing a finger at the shinigami. "It was why I was half serious when I mention the fight being an audition. Should any division be interested in recruiting me I would figure it would be the 11th. All they should care about his having another strong member of the squad...though perhaps the alternative was a bit darker?" He was telling the shinigami a bit much, perhaps, but he had to fill the time it took them to reach the ground while his reishi platform fell.
"If Soul Society wasn't interested, the only alternative was to grab your captain's attention and kill him in front of the majority of your squad. Rather macabre and barbaric...and I don't think I could beat a captain, but by every rule it would have made me a member of the Gotei 13 and a captain at that." he looked over at Koshou, noticing him watching Milo with two kinds of intent, one of which he didn't like. "Milo doesn't like fighting, you can put thost baser fears aside, unless you can't control your instincts like a real....'Beast'." he smiled at the joke, the nickname.
"Your academy...is something I'm interested in. I'd love books or something from there, I want to learn more about the shinigami, specifically what a bankai is...what your zanpaktous are." He finished saying as his feet touched the ground. He reached a hand up, pulling Milo down a bit as he gave her a quick kiss, his fingers in her hair. "This is Paris, a place of greatness during my time, when I was alive." he lied, "But through surfing the wide web I've found it to be called a romantic place, perhaps the most on earth...so here I've brought us...wine and cheese is popular, or so I hear."
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This is what it's like being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even exercise.
Koshou
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Post by Koshou on Jan 24, 2023 22:16:12 GMT -5
The first thing that comes from Koshou is a healthy if mellow chuckle, that borders on true laughter. He doesn't seem to be laughing AT Nezuel, but it's clear he does find some amusement in something that he's said. He watches the interactions between the pair, his eyes turning to cover the landscape as they slowly descend toward the people and presumably the Tower which often draws tourists and crowds and the like here in Paris. Reaching into his kimono, Koshou pulls a fresh cigarette from the pouch he's always got tucked in there somewhere and pops it between his lips at the corner of his mouth but doesn't yet light the thing.
"I've been known to have that problem, in the heat of a battle .. but never when I've got my head on my shoulders." The Soul Reaper speaks to the slight look that crosses Nezuel's face, his own slipping into that usual easy-going and lopsided grin. "This is a beautiful place .. Still as renowned for it's romantic qualities when I lived, I think." There's a faint frown that once again slips across the man's face before being tucked away behind his usual expression, which grows a little wider as he watches the Arrancar provide a bit of affection toward the other more feminine of the two. "I can't say much for cheese, but I DO drink." That brings a smirk too, his eyes shifting to watch the people again as they grow closer. Hovering above still, it's a peaceful thing to be able to watch them and the simple lives unfolding while those below are none the wiser.
"Your luck must run good, that you decided to run afoul of me, instead. Captain Yami ... that altercation would not have gone well. For you, or anyone." Koshou says this, quiet and flat but not in a deadpan, so his tone isn't angry or hostile. "Let's find a place to sit and maybe drink, and I can tell you a little about what you want to know, for a little quid pro quo. I haven't made any deception about wanting to learn too, after all!" With the suggestion, he gestures with his hand down toward the milling of people and the Great City of lights below them. "You've met Hyozanryu of course, in a sense." There's a faint pause in Koshou's speech, "Yeah, I'm curious too." These last words are spoken almost without though, and clearly not toward Nez or Milo. With just as seamless a shift, his attention returns to the pair of Arrancar.
"That's a reasonable first date, isn't it? Getting to know a little bit about each other over drinks?" The statement is inclusive, despite the previously stated preferences by the Soul Reaper, who seems to be trying to live up to the expectation of never saying never as he flashes a welcoming and inviting smile toward Milo and Nezuel, both.
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I have nothing to say.
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Post by Milo on Feb 4, 2023 22:54:33 GMT -5
Milo tilted her head as she listened to both men speak, she wasn't the type to enjoy fighting but she wasn't going to stop Nezuel from doing so either. Her golden orbs watched with a curious glance as they continued to descend and her focus locked on to every detail she could. The city of romance was alluring, alive with the bustle of the tourists and the strange smell of...food?
"Well my knowledge on Paris is lacking, but I wouldn't mind learning more about its romance~" Milo giggled playfully as she leaned down to steal another quick kiss before making her way towards Koshou. She hugged his arm and hummed an unfamiliar tune to herself.
She paused as she overheard Nezuel mention wine and cheese, two things she was not to familiar with. The most she knew of food for humans was a buttery popcorn snack. "I would like to try them! I've only ev- er, well I don't think I've had much to eat from the humans." The arrancar turned to look at Koshou with a friendly and easy going smile. "Well, I hope whatever we get to drink will be to your liking. Wouldn't want to sour our first date for all three~"
Milo turned her smile into a toothy grin as she helped herself to a sudden and sweet small peck to Koshou's cheek. Just the smallest kiss wouldn't hurt anyone, right?
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Continuing to slaughter, kill, take. Life is to constantly sin. Life is evil itself.
nezuel
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Post by nezuel on Feb 5, 2023 13:59:58 GMT -5
"It is reasonable, yes." Nez would say as he smiled at Milo giving the shinigami a peck. He did seem particularly weak to the beautiful girl and while he couldn't blame the man he was curious how red, if any, he'd turn from their interaction together. Then again perhaps he should be more than a little worried at Milo getting attached too quickly, if Koshou were to turn hostile just what would she do? "Then again I think humans have an aversion to getting to know someone once they've had too many drinks...if shinigami can even get drunk on human alcohol. Besides, I would have figured you more for a beer person than wine shinigamia-san~"
"I suppose I should really get us some normal food besides eating the hollows that come to kill us." He smiled as he started to move towards what seemed to be a restaurant. He'd already wrapped his own reishi around himself to create a body once he'd gotten to the ground and after holding up three fingers to a cute hostess the three of them were escorted through a building and seated in a somewhat private section. Perhaps it was simply late or early for dinner here? He considered pulling out a seat for Milo but thought it better to make the shinigami do it, his little games after all.
"So," he'd say, putting his hand before his as he rested his chin, "What makes you think fighting this Captain Yami wouldn't turn out very well? While the two of us did fight, I admit I was rather beat up at the time and didn't show my full might...I could probably take about three people at once at your power." His eyes went unfocused for a second or two as he imagined three Koshous.
"So...what do you want to know?"
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This is what it's like being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even exercise.
Koshou
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Post by Koshou on Feb 5, 2023 22:46:36 GMT -5
As the trio descends more fully into the city itself, Koshou has to take a moment to let himself manifest in a more truly physical form. Shifting from one style to another, it's something of a contrast to see the man dressed in what appears to be casual or plain clothing for humans in comparison to the Shihakusho which until now neither Milo or Nezuel had seem him without. Taking inspiration from the shorter man with him, Koshou finds himself dressed in a casual black suit, a white shirt tucked into his slacks sits beneath an open suit jacket with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow cuffed in white. His collar is left unbuttoned, giving the impression of a tie just removed and dull black shoes round out the look of 'Death in Formal'.
The peck against the cheek comes as a mild surprise to the man, though he seems to have grown accustomed or at least used to the back and forth flitting of Milo and her tendency to hug at his arm, eyebrow raising but perhaps leaning into the peck a bit with a faint warmth rising in his cheeks. With a hand in his pocket, the arm is crooked for ease and the chaste kiss brings a quick shift of speculation from the Soul Reaper's expression. A smirk comes next, when it's time to pull out the chair though he doesn't hesitate to do so as they find their way into the back of the place they've chosen to haunt so to speak.
"I couldn't really begin to describe the difference between Yami and me," Koshou says to Nezuel as he moves to take his own seat. "Like a candle burning in daylight or .. I don't know!" He finishes off with a chuckle before leaning forward to rest weight on his elbow. His cigarette is unlit, still dangling from the corner of his mouth while he talks, eyes flickering regularly between Nez and Milo both. "What do I want to know ... that's a broad scope." He taps his fingers on tabletop for a moment, chin moving to rest on the palm of the arm that's resting its elbow. "Is your desire for co-existence because it's easier that way, or something more driven? You said you were like us, in some ways. How? What about your nature bridges the polarity between Hollow and Soul Reaper?" He gives another chuckle, shaking his head slightly. "That's probably a lot just by itself. As for drinking, sake or suds as long as it's not awful" he concludes.
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Post by Milo on Feb 5, 2023 23:04:11 GMT -5
The lavender haired arrancar followed suit as she took a physical form and wearing a soft pastel blue collared dress. Her outfit much less revealing, but it hugged her figure nicely. She took in the new scenery, her hair swaying gracefully with each curious glance to different details of the restaurant. Her heeled boots clicking with each step quietly behind as she then let herself take a seat. Her golden orbs excitedly looking around curiously as she couldn't help but show her excited display ofbeing entertained by the private room.
"Perhaps the difference stems in the way you take on each fight? People do fight differently, but I've never seen you fight or have met your captain. I just hope I can be in good terms with both if I ever do have to meet him." Milo nervously interjected, trying to add onto the conversation since it seemed that Koshou couldn't think of an immediate comparison.
"Well, I don't think I'm mindless like a starved Hollow brute. Um, if that makes sense? I would say we Arrancars are just more mature Hollows that have outgrown being children. Then again, I'm not the best arrancar to speak on this. I guess one thing we don't do is immediately try to eat everything on sight?" Milo hummed at the end of her comment. Leaning herself onto to the table, resting her crossed arms over her chest.
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Continuing to slaughter, kill, take. Life is to constantly sin. Life is evil itself.
nezuel
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Post by nezuel on Feb 7, 2023 22:56:25 GMT -5
Nez frowned as Milo's more revealing dress was covered up by something more mundane. Despite her leaning on and giving the shinigami whatever attentions he might or might not desire, he always did like the look of eye candy. Of course the ensemble she wore now was quite charming as well, it was the person that mattered after all, not the body. He waited for Milo to tell Koshou her own thoughts. In terms of age the younger arrancar was far younger than Nezuel, but the two of them had become arrancar for nearly the same amount of time. Time as a hollow, a Menos, had been longer for him, perhaps due to him helping her grow and evolve? Regardless she wasn't wrong but he felt as though he could give a more satisfactory answer.
"Quite the contrary, coexistence between hollows and shinigami would be much harder to accomplish and maintain than the natural war that we have going on now. Conflict is the natural way of hollows, the instinctive need to grow stronger by devouring. It might be less of an issue if Hueco Mundo wans't connected to the mortal world but I do believe that is impossible. An arrancar is, at is base, a hollow that has entered Soul Suicide. We introduce an equal and opposite force to our own, shinigami to hollow, and if we manage to stabilize the destruction of our soul we end up with shinigami-like powers. It can be considered the opposite of Visored, though we don't seem to lose our mind quite as easily."
"But as arrancars we gain an understanding of the world. We gain power, yes, but ultimately we retain the ability to think for ourselves, to eat food again. The hunger is dulled, yet still there. Of course there are mistakes, rejects who don't manage to make that change and stay as beasts but....I don't know where the road may lead but the fact remains that it leads somewhere...else, does that make sense? We can't simply indulge ourselves in decadency. I, as a hollow, have a sense of needing to move forward even if that path lies in my death."
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This is what it's like being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even exercise.
Koshou
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Post by Koshou on Feb 8, 2023 14:37:51 GMT -5
Both answers give Koshou the time to mull them over, and both seem to give the man food for thought, as they say. While he does that, he enjoys the sight of the woman across from him that leans over the table and the resting of her arms gives a pleasant boost to the profile of Milo's assets even if they aren't as well-revealed as they were before. The faint smirk that crosses his face in the silent interim leads to a sense of knowing amusement at the frown that crosses Nezuel's face in like-minded disappointment. He opens his mouth to say something in reply to the points and insights that the two Arrancar offer, but then he pauses as something else captures his attention instead.
"Similar to a .. what?"
The casual mention seems to catch Koshou off-guard, his lack of familiarity altogether plain on his face for a moment before he shakes his head and returns his attention at least for the time being to the thoughts on his mind. "That seems an interesting way to put it, like growing up" he says first to Milo, flashing a smile even as food is finally delivered in a quiet manner that does well not to disturb the conversation at hand. The Shinigami doesn't mind the snack bits, tasting a little bit of the cheese that comes but it's the drinks that appeal to the stockier man's sense of relaxation for the time being. True to Nezuel's guess though, it's smaller cups of stronger booze for Koshou versus something more subtle like wine. Still, for France the sake seems to pass muster, because he doesn't hesitate to drain the small cup in a single motion.
"I've been thinking about this kind of distinction .. what we know about Menos .." The Soul Reaper is turning his conversation over to Nezuel, while offering a drink to Milo. "You wanted to know about Zanpakuto. Zanpakuto aren't just blades that take on properties of our own power. They are souls, with their own impressions and feelings. By combining our strength with them, we become stronger. While a Zanpakuto is a part of any Soul Reaper as intimately as your own sword might be .. it's not quite OF us, in the same way yours are." In a complete shift of topic for the moment, Koshou can't help but smile at Milo with another smirk. "And as for me or my Captain, I think most people are happy to be on good terms with you given the chance!" With one more nod, his last shift returns back to Nez. "So, similar to a what now?"
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Post by Milo on Feb 14, 2023 18:37:19 GMT -5
Milo listened to the two speak, she was the younger hollow of course and with amnesia still keeping her past memories in its clutches, well her insight was more from her experience of her short time as an arrancar. She was also interested in knowing more about what the two men had to say, even if she wasn't at all too well versed in combat. She turned to look at the offered drink and raised her own drink.
"That's rather intriguing. I've yet to see a zanpakuto and I'm glad I haven't crossed swords with any shinigami. Well...I've encountered someone who wasn't a shinigami before." She took her cup and took a small sip to taste the flavor of the alcohol served to her. The bitter bite was sudden and short lived, but it wasn't a deterrant for her tastes. She decided to take a longer sip and couldn't help but smile back on her encounter with her new friend at the time.
"Anyways, I'm flattered I could be considered good company for your captain, Koshou! I try to be as well mannered as I can when I meet someone new. I get attached to new friends quite easily~" Milo sweetly purred out, her voice happy and almost like a playful call. She did like to make friends as it makes her feel less lonely.
"Nezzy, what is a visored exactly? I don't think I've ever heard that before."
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Continuing to slaughter, kill, take. Life is to constantly sin. Life is evil itself.
nezuel
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Post by nezuel on Feb 15, 2023 21:22:27 GMT -5
Nez just smiles a little as he picks up a small bit of cheese from their plate. He pushes it into his mouth, letting the smirk continue as he chews slowly, silently. He'd given the shinigami just the barest hint of a hook onto something Takano had mentioned to him...what would it lead to? He still didn't speak as Milo continued, popping an olive into his mouth and letting the salty taste mix with the cheese. "I'm not quite sure what you mean Beast-san...after all a visored," he exaggerated the word, putting emphasis on it like it was a dirty secret, "Isn't really related to us getting to know one another is it?" He'd give the man a wink before turning to Milo with a pout.
"I'm sure theres many a shinigami who would walk to meet and be friend with Milo here considering her beauty...until perhaps they learn about what she is. I honestly have to wonder if they would consider us people or more akin to beasts...then again the perverts in Soul Society wouldn't mind at least looking...right beast-san?~" he gave Koshou another teasing look before he tilted his head at the arrancar woman. "Honestly, my love, sometimes you take all the fun out of teasing people. I might have been able to get something out of our muscled friend here but...I can deny you nothing, can I? Very well...where to begin?"
"Going back to how arrancar are made...through soul suicide. Humans are turned into hollows from this process, hollows into arrancar with shinigami like powers. A visored is the result of the opposite happening, a shinigami entering soul suicide and gaining powers similar to a hollow. From my understanding the result is a bit...chaotic with the shinigami often becoming mad, unable to control their instincts. Perhaps the lack of official oversight on the matter or mass experimentation, like the arrancar, means the process is flawed. Theoretically, atleast, it should be possible that it should be stable like we are." He leans down, putting his head on the table. "Didn't even get a reward for that speel."
He looks up at Koshou. "You know about our zapaktou then? Tell me, whats the difference in the shikai and bankai? Is it the difference in the spirit...or yourself, is the connection stronger?"
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