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Post by ASHTON ARTERIUS on Mar 23, 2014 20:42:19 GMT -5
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A flutter of illumination flooded his eyes with pure architectural decadence, his hands rifting from his pockets to slowly clap in appreciation. He knew he would be a fool to try and resist the temptation now, he could already tell his taste buds were about to dance in delight. He rapped a smug stroll over towards a seat, and sat his bottom side down. When she returned, she found an innocently patient man with his cheek rested on his fist.
Before she even started, he could feel the talent radiating off her visage, and a blind man missing half of his chromosomes would notice it. He felt oneness with her art for cooking; it was reminiscent of his fluidity with the blade. From the glint in his widened eye, it was obvious that he was more than impressed. He couldn’t even say a word throughout the preparation, aside from a chuckle or two from his immovable grin.
“Pfft.” He teased, grabbing a pair of chopsticks to his right. He offered her a skeptical expression before plucking a warm collective, and his mouth was already watering before he opened his mouth.
And then he took a bite. Ashton savored the taste with a slow chew, his expression changing from skeptical to scared, and landed on worried. He swallowed.
“Oh my god.” He coughed, covering his mouth. He reluctantly met her with eye contact, his hand slowly moving to reveal gigantic smirk. He licked his lips, shaking his head in disbelief. “This is…absolutely delicious for a brat.” He enjoyed another bite and leaned in, sighing playfully. “Promise me you won't get scared when I tell you every juicy detail.”
Post by YAMAHUI YUKA on Mar 23, 2014 22:21:42 GMT -5
the anticipation as the chopsticks floated upwards towards ashton's parted lips was palpable in the air. the range of emotions floating across the redhead's face caused the slightest of curls on yuka's lips. it was only natural for cooking as powerful as hers to cause strange reactions for the individual. when he admitted it's deliciousness, yuka smiled widely, a genuine reaction unlike some of her more calculated choices throughout their repartee.
"i'll pinky promise, if it will make you feel better," she joked, extending her right pinky finger across the table. her eyes gleamed, her ears tingled, ready to absorb the information.
Post by ASHTON ARTERIUS on Mar 23, 2014 23:01:58 GMT -5
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The red strands resting over his eyes frisked in a light scoff. His free hand traveled to tenderly rest atop her hand with a slow, prolonged disapproving shake of the head. He didn’t doubt his grin would tease her for lifetimes to come. “That was lame. But at least you can cook.” He chuckled, clamping a modest bite in his wooden utensils. He extended it outward towards her mouth. “I shouldn’t be the only one tasting this heavenly creation. I promise my germs won’t hurt you too much—taste.”
For once, the skin beneath his eyes crinkled in what seemed to be a genuine smile. He chuckled from his baritone, scrunching his cheek in thought—he exhaled softly.
“I’ll start with Captain-Commander Hinaai.” He started, his tongue etched with jest. “After some of the Captains and Lieutenants didn’t appreciate her style, they conspired to relieve her from duty…and they did. Yuu Yashin and Sojiro Koshitu killed her, and Sojiro became the Captain-Commander after that.” He blinked, making sure she was following. “Myself and three others had already got enlisted into a special mission and labeled traitors by the Soul Society, and by the time we returned Sojiro had already been executed, but Yuu Yashin is still out there somewhere.”
He took another bite, chewing the food for every delicious particle of flavor it had.
“What do you kno—?” He sighed, rolling his eyes whimsically. “Can you stop looking at me like that?”
Post by YAMAHUI YUKA on Mar 24, 2014 18:55:49 GMT -5
without any hesitation, yuka leaned forward, taking the bite into her mouth. though she was certain it was the best thing ashton had ever tasted, her tongue immediately sensed her wrongdoing: a quarter teaspoon too much curry powder. she swallowed it all the same with a cheeky grin. it was an amateur mistake, it was clear as her sword sharpened, her knife dulled.
even so, she shoved her failure aside, intently listening to ashton's explanation. all of soul society had known of hinaai's death, but never did yuka think that it was a coup on sojiro's part. not to mention his conspirators were still out there, somewhere. well, it was unlikely they would return, right? especially with sojiro's execution and their names now known as wanted criminals. "oh please, special mission? it's practically code for 'look how macho i am'" yuka said with a wink. "but that doesn't mean i don't want to hear more, special agent arterius,"
Post by ASHTON ARTERIUS on Mar 24, 2014 21:57:46 GMT -5
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The lieutenant’s head unconsciously tilted, his elbow leaning his smirk in ever so slightly. “I believe Special Agent Arterius told you not to flirt with him.” He teased, his golden eyes growing more predatory by the second. “He has low self-control around women who can cook.”
There wasn’t a heartbeat that his eye contact wavered, and he found himself resisting the urge to lick his lips. He inhaled softly, taming himself to stay on topic.
“Anyway brat, right now we’re preparing for war against El Renacimiento, or Hueco Mundo. With Hinaai gone, the Sereitei is vulnerable for anyone to waltz in and steal all of our delicious blondes. But now, we’re stuck in the middle of another war: this Rukongai Rebellion; they’re targeting specific people. I told you that earlier, where I showed you how macho I was. Now we’re led by the Council of Captains, and three members of the Royal Guard.”
He chuckled, continuing.
“And then we’ve got the Quincy being crazy, but I shouldn’t tell brats about those little secrets.”
Post by YAMAHUI YUKA on Mar 26, 2014 21:31:11 GMT -5
the information registered in her mind. indeed, with the commander of the gotei now dead, the entire shinigami force was akin to a chicken with its head cut off. though she did not know the captains personally, she knew enough to figure out they would likely never agree on anything, and surely more than one would want the throne for themselves. a tumultuous situation, indeed.
"shinigami, arrancar, and quincy... sounds like the worst ménage à trois ever," she murmured. "and after the delicious meal i just made for you, free of charge, i might add, you still think of me as a brat?" her fingers tapped the countertop impatiently. "oh please, ashton-senpai, i really want to know about the quincies," she said with a mix of sarcasm and teasing.
Post by ASHTON ARTERIUS on Mar 27, 2014 19:41:22 GMT -5
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The softening that came about his amber gems was enough to make a marine cry, and the smug smirk about his lips was powerful enough to make a politician soil himself. He reached forward with his left hand, and gently curved it about her cheek, blinking innocently. “You will always be a brat to me, Yuka-chan.” He assured, chuckling as his hand slowly retreated. He took another bite of the magnificent meal, shaking his head in silent, pure ecstasy as it traveled down his throat.
“You know, you’re like a Quincy. The Vatican isn’t the smartest, they’re pretty volatile, but their women are cute.” He got up from his seat, his dilated eye contact unwavering as he continued. “So that’s a plus.”
He picked up the bowl and the chopstick and merely winked at her before lethargically turning his heel and rapping his footwear towards the exit. He got a meal from this exchange, and she was left with a cryptic bundle of information to deal with; but he was simply bored. His form disappeared, though the spiritual scent of his powerful essence would linger in the area. But his voice would be the last thing she heard.
Post by YAMAHUI YUKA on Mar 29, 2014 15:41:17 GMT -5
with few parting words, ashton disappeared from her sight, leaving nothing but confusion in his wake. indeed, the status of the gotei was much more dire than she had anticipated. no doubt as one of its higher ranking members she would be thrown into the mix at some point. for now, she would simply stay quiet.
shinigami, arrancar, and quincy. it was a war that would be fought on every side. no escape and no going back to her normal life.
she lowered her head as she closed up the restaurant, probably for the last time.