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Subject Post 1PostSubject: Foreign Exchanges[DEATH ALLOWED]   Sun Oct 26, 2014 9:07 pm






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Trivial as time is it had been approximately five months since Lorin's last encounter with any serious danger that seemed to be of unworldly. Though, in this day and age, these things weren't rare occasions. Scanning through local news stations you'd hear several stories daily about mass murders, and other crimes of the sort from all over the world. As the uprise of spiritual entities rose, the severity of crimes did as well. Shocking enough to say, with all the good doers in the world and other realms alike there was too much to manage. It's not like every powerful being that had a good heart was also equipped with Superman's keen sense of hearing or Spiderman's uncanny spider senses. Thus, the rate of impulse crimes was far too great for that of any force that wished to stop it. With new abilities rising at every turn, there were no algorithms to detect what could be next. All that anyone could have was hope, especially for those that lacked power. However, many that have met the human race have come to know them as admirable foes, for their determination and ability to persevere. Even in the most traumatic of situations...

Dublin, Ireland. A land full of drunken cut throats that spoke English in a way that was hard for any foreign ear to catch on to. Why, Dublin you ask? Why not? Why would any red head not wish to go see if all the people that resided in the country were similar to him. After all the times he had been asked if he was Irish in school, he himself began to become curious as to why so many asked. As far as he knew, just because he had red hair didn't exactly make him Irish. Not to mention that he was able to escape from the spiritually-capped town of Karakura in exchange some other potato went and took his place over there.

It had been three months now since he had arrived here, and every day seemed to be better than the last. He was able to drink with little to no hassle, which provided for an excellent fifteenth birthday, and he was also able to make friends with loads of people that he never though he would. Hell, even the fat drunkards at the bars enjoyed some his bizarre stories he told of a panther and two other spiritual beings saving him from bullies in Karakura. For some reason or another the people seemed to admire the fact he had his head on straight, even the kids at school did the same. He felt at home, finally...

Hands stowed within his pockets and his headphones placed over his ears he tuned out the scenic sounds of the breeze and birds soaring through the skies. The sun blazed down, clouds shading the Earth every now and again. Lorin strolled along on his skateboard the friction of the wheels and the aged road made various sorts of scuffs and clunks. Touching his foot down to the pavement to give himself some momentum, he let out a solemn grunt. He was in no rush, it was a day just like any other. School was out and he would be on his way back to his dormitory in order to get his homework done and out of the way. Yet, we all know how things seem to work out...













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Subject Post 2PostSubject: Re: Foreign Exchanges[DEATH ALLOWED]   Sun Oct 26, 2014 10:36 pm

Let's Get Ready Too Rumble!!!! Now everyone knew Mujin had no family in Ireland or a valuable reason to come here on a regular basis however this was no regular basis. He had bought tickets to a UFC bout and planned on staying in town for three days. This was his first day and upon entering the town he noticed one thing, it was not true that all Irish people drank a abnormal amount no on the contrariety they were normal people toting beards and wearing what he could not help but call skirts and again not all people wore such things but Mujin had saw enough in his short few hours that he had a perfect memory of it.

Currently the male would be jogging getting his run for the day done with his dreads would be tied back and he would have on a track suit, for some reason as of late he began to want to go back too the soul society less and less, it ended up with him doing his work for the day then coming to earth in order to relax and enjoy his free time. There was no rule against it that he knew of and at the moment he didn't really care much for his brother in arms he simply sought out power and that was something he was not getting enough of in the academy or the squad he recently joined.

Lost in thought the male would not notice that he was running full speed and to normal people it would look obvious what kind of being he was and if that was not enough Mujin would look up then gasp only to go face first into a boys chest who happened to be riding a skate board. Mujin would fall on the ground then quickly look up to noticing his mistake he would flail getting to his feet and picking up the boys skateboard if he had not already did so and handing it to him with a small scratch too the back of his neck and a chuckle, Sorry about that, i need to pay attention to where i am going
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Subject Post 3PostSubject: Re: Foreign Exchanges[DEATH ALLOWED]   Mon Oct 27, 2014 12:36 am






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Planting his left foot on the ground once more, rolling his toe to his heel. Lorin picked up the pace he was riding as the music began to reach a climax. Nodding his head slowly to the tune, he dropped his left foot to the end of the deck. Pressing down with his left foot he lifted the front end of the board, to which he proceeded to slide his right foot up toward the screws of the front half and balanced the board out. Taking flight for a few seconds he pivoted his upper torso letting his feet work in tandem in order to keep the board beneath him. Hitting a guard rail with his rear truck, the metals screeched as a few solitary sparks flew. Reaching the end of the rail he pivoted once more landing backside. He looked back at the rail that he had just vandalized and smirked, thinking to himself nailed it!

He turned his body back toward the direction in which he was headed and was thrown into surprise as his chest met with a man's head. The two recoiled as Lorin was ripped from his board from the collision. Landing on his tailbone he groaned for a second and placed his hand upon it grasping his pants in agony. "What gives man!?" Lorin stretched his legs out, his face distraught from the excruciating pain being sent up his back and down his legs. "Shit... could have shouted out or something!" He struggled to blurt out, pausing now and again as he rolled upon the ground.

The man quickly sprawled up, flailing in reaction to running into the boy. He grasped the skateboard as Lorin finally decided that it wasn't that bad, and slowly got up onto his two feet once more. The man apologized, however Lorin was unaware that the man did it on accident. Though, still grunting in pain Lorin though the man had told him that he needed to pay attention to where he was going. "Just because I'm out here riding a skateboard doesn't mean I'm some punk kid! You can't just run into people for no reason! Dammit... Now I can't even ride anymore." He snapped, snatching the board from the man's hands, tucking it under his right arm. He continued to walk forward brushing his left shoulder into the man's chest. He continued to walk forward, mumbling as he did so. "Geez, why does everyone have to think that because I'm choosing a faster method transportation that I'm some hoodrat. At least I'm not just assaulting random strangers..." Walking away his voice grew dim, he didn't want to start anymore trouble. He just couldn't help but speak out loud in rage. He was just wound up, was all. If the man was to try and stop him from moving on he would just keep pushing forward. Right now did not seem to be a very good time for Lorin, and he would take that out on anyone that was willing to try him.

Pulling his phone out of his pocket he locked his eyes toward his waste checking to see what time was. He sighed realizing he had taken a bit longer than anticipated to get home and that his screen was now cracked. He foresaw that he wasn't going to be able to out tonight after all, due to the work load he had to do when returned to his dorm. Letting out a sigh he stopped and looked back at the fellow. "Thanks a lot, buddy. It's been a reaaaalll pleasure. Cracked my friggin screen!" A sarcastic tone shielded his what would seem kind words. He flashed his cellphone then brought it close to his face rubbing his thumb on the cracked surface to see how bad the damage was. His face full of disdain. He closed his eyes and rubbed his face as he put the phone back in his pocket. He looked up at the man waiting to see what he'd say next, expecting it to be something more along the lines of "I'll pay for that." As Lorin was rather short on money, himself...












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Subject Post 4PostSubject: Re: Foreign Exchanges[DEATH ALLOWED]   Wed Oct 29, 2014 5:16 pm



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"I’m back, and I’m ready to bring the Darkness with me..."
Demon Overlord Matthew Hinote
たそがれの保護者の吸血鬼

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Song Name: Boris the Animal - Artist: I See Stars - Word Count: 1241
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"HEY MATE, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU--"

That was the voice of a large drunken man who apparently didn't like the appearance nor the attitude of another male within a local dive in Dublin. Sadly, he was cut short of his ignorant and rude statement, as the one he was speaking too doesn't take too kind to rude gestures aimed at him. So in kind, before he could finish his drunken ignorant shouting, he was thrown out of the bar, breaking the window on his way out into the streets outside. His buddies, standing beside him when he was thrown out like a rock being tossed across a lake to be skipped, joined him in kind when they were suddenly flung out the bar with complete ease to join their compatriot in the street. The bar feel into utter silence as every other individual who appeared around 200 pounds plus or stacking at least 6 feet in height held their moves, as for some reason, the male that took the aggressive actions didn't look like one to be messed with. Even the Bar tender quickly jumped back to grab his shotgun in defense just in case. Everyone stood up, but wouldn't dare take one step forward, because if they did, they'd be pissing off Matthew Hinote, Demon Overlord of Darkness, and the last living Vampire in their world.

Taking a long puff from his cigarette, Matthew began to walk outside, ignoring everyone who was staring at him and not giving any hells for anyone who would dare attempt to attack him because to him, everyone here was nothing more than a worthless mortal. He seemed annoyed at a few things as he didn't appear to be enjoying messing with the 4 large males who attacked him, nor did he seem intoxicated enough to even smirk at the fact he gets to play with these new toys. In fact, he was actually quite pissed off and was looking to blow steam now, and right now seemed to be a good time to do so. Each step he took in his leather dress shoes looked contradicting of a gentlemen, as Matthew was dressed in his usual attire of black slacks, black blazer jacket and a red tie to complement the white dress shirt under. The attire of a business man or gentleman, but sadly at this moment Matthew was neither. He was now a distinguished male who tried to enjoy some good scotch at a bar to instead get into a casual bar brawl.

"You've done it now. You see, I was just trying to enjoy my scotch and mind my own business for I'm a bit pissed off. I'm gone for quite a long time and I return to learn that my home land is STILL in the possession of someone I don't really care for. This is something that troubles me. Perhaps I'll use you gents as an example for my anger..."

The men who were thrown out by Matthew were drunk, so their Judgement wasn't prime as one stood up and threw themselves at Matthew in an attempt to attack him. Of course, this is all too easy for the Master Tactician. It was like playing checkers against a 3 year old as when the drunken opponent attempted to throw his attack, Matthew simply took it without any attempt for dodging or blocking. The hit from hit landed at his chest as Matthew didn't even flinch or buckle from the attack. Instead Matthew let out a small smirk as he couldn't even feel the hit land on his chest. Instead the attacker ended up breaking 3 fingers from the force on his punch landing on Matthew whos skin became so dense that it felt like punching a steel wall. He let out a scream of pain as his buddies followed suit to attack Matthew from his front and sides. Now Matthew isn't a martial artist at all. He knows basic fighting styles, but Matthew mainly fights his opponents by observation and retaliation as it's his preferred attack method. He knows how his enemies fight, he gets in their heads and then he retaliates with obscene offensive force. It one of his methods, but with mortals like these, he didn't even need to think.

A crowd was beginning to gather as those who were in the bar came outside to observe, and locals from nearby areas came to see the four large men attack the red headed male in an intoxicated rage. Sadly though, they weren't winning. As the three men attacked Matthew from 3 sides, Matthew deemed it now a good time with this audience to send a message to his old friend "Mana", because god only knows where she is at now at a time like this.

Power began to rise, as Matthew let loose his dark energy and death energy began to spill from his very core. The decaying energy took to the streets as suddenly the locals began to fall under the weight of Matthew's power alone. The energy like acid began to eat away at everyone's very skin, burning them alive and decaying them away slowly. Now Matthew wanted most everyone to live as he wanted the rumors to spread and he wanted the people to tell of a man who came to cause chaos, so he only put out so much energy to leave a scar within everyone's body or mind. The three men buckled under their own weight as soon as Matthew let out the energy causing them to collapse and gasp for air. Matthew still wasn't smiling as he was about to cause some indoctrination and lay propaganda at the hands of the people to spread themselves. They will put into question their "Overlords" and will begin to stir the lines of liberty and whatnot at the start of Matthew's little game. It was indeed a part of his Master Plan, but he didn't plan on doing it so early, but now is a better time than never he supposed.

Matthew's eyes began to glow red as the clouds over head took over and darkness rained over Dublin, leaving people to wonder where their light went. Their light returned, but not in the fashion that most were prepared for, as the light that appeared was their moon in a blood red color. Dublin Ireland was now being bathed in the light of the Blood Moon.

"You all have been chosen, to reveal my existence to the wo-- Wow I've been watching that movie too much..."

Matthew paused realizing that he was about to quote a movie, and decided to rephrase his statement so he didn't look like a complete jackass. Letting loose his classic evil smile, Matthew spoke so all onlookers from the streets will observe him and hear him as they continue to choke under the death energy spilling from Matthew.

"Aye my friends. I am a Demon... The very race that controls and governs you. Are you proud of this? Dublin Ireland is my home, as I was born here over 400 years ago, and seeing you all under the control of Demons is actually quite depressing. Are you all proud of yourselves? You're just like the French... Weak."

This should garner some attention from an outside source of actual potential now as Matthew was now expecting either a representative from Shadowfall to now come, or someone else, but Matthew needed to make an example, so who shall it be?

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Subject Post 5PostSubject: Re: Foreign Exchanges[DEATH ALLOWED]   Sat Nov 01, 2014 4:42 pm

How unfortunate not only did he make the mistake of hitting someone the person seemed to be a rude little kid, Mujin would simply begin to dust himself of overlooking the boy as he spoke with a slight smirk on his face showing that he had interest in what was being said or in reality it amused him, he had done something wrong and apologized though today's youth could not help but wish to start something by spouting meaningless things, O how he wished everyone was like him the old think before you speak method. I never called you a punk kid, or some hood rat you said that yourself and maybe you have some issues you need to deal with, Mujin would pull out a wallet he had bought prior in order to carry currency and would toss it toward the boy though with a little strength and speed it would go flying at him at adept speeds and if he didn't catch it he be would hit in the face.

There is about 2 thousand in that wallet should be enough to buy a rotten kid a new phone, now get out of my face before i choose to teach you some manners in how to treat people. Mujin would place his hands within his pockets and offer a stare after his words though his attention would waver and he would tilt his head as he noticed a power rising in the area, he was a master at gauging peoples power and from here he could tell that it was a angry individual with enough power to make some humans life hell and possibly enough for Mujin to go and check it out. With a wave and his back now turned too the boy Mujin would begin to walk away in the direction of the power source that now intrigued him, for the most part playing role model to a human boy was not on his list of fun things to do.

Now considering the boy didn't stop him and or speak to him Mujin would Hoho to his intended area and arrive as the man that was dressed like a nerd began shouting on about demons though he would feel somewhat offended when he spoke of the french being weak his family originated from New Orleans and he had a considerable amount of french blood in him, causing him to spout out his own condescending phrase
*cough *Ireland has not done nearly as much as France albeit their good beer*cough, cough cough* Mujin would pretend to be clearing his throat as he spoke his words though he would keep his eye's on the man his blade on his back having went and picked it up from his hotel that was on the way here, he could not have a interesting time without it.
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Subject Post 6PostSubject: Re: Foreign Exchanges[DEATH ALLOWED]   Sat Nov 01, 2014 8:59 pm






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It was clear as day that the man that he had run into could care less for the words that came out of Lorin's mouth, yet that wasn't going to stop him from continuing on. While he was in no way disrespected, he was just caught up in the moment and couldn't contain his anger just yet. The man spoke saying that Lorin was putting words in his mouth in summary. Lorin began to realize that he was punishing the man, when he should have been paying attention himself. Yet, that didn't keep the man from continuing on and tossing two-grand right to his face.

The velocity at which the money was slung at him was far too fast for him to even catch a glimpse of. And when he did, it was too late. Imprinting his face across his eyes and nose was a red rectangle from the impact of the money. As it fell to the ground, Lorin went to grasp his face and caught the money in the process bringing it to his face as he groaned in pain. He wasn't surprised at the fact that the man had done so, but he was shocked at how strong the guy was. It confused him, to be precise. After he was done with his wincing, hissing, and groaning from the excruciating money shot, he noticed that the man left after matching Lorin's rudeness. Whatever it was the man, must have realized he had forgotten something and ran off. That or, he just didn't want to deal with the kid anymore. Lorin shrugged and picked his board up from the ground and shoved the two grand into his pocket. He clicked the unlock button as it began to take a scan of his face and promptly allowed him access to the shattered phone. It still worked, but with the way technology worked today, it'd be a wonder if it didn't.

Sighing, he stepped back onto his board and shoved off once more loosening himself up. As he progressed toward the man he saw earlier he could all of a sudden feel an odd tingle to his skin. Not sure what it was, or what it felt like. Though it was unknown to Lorin, he was being exhausted of all his energy. As his body slowly lost strength, he stepped off his skateboard coming to a slow walk. He was unable to catch what the man had said as it had been thirty seconds prior to Mujin slandering the felon. Though, he realized the man now had a sword, and looked to be opposing the rather slender man before him. Whom, also seemed to have already caused a decent amount of trouble. Lorin could only guess that this was the reason he was unable to move properly. This guy most have been one of the spiritual entities that they spoke about in his history books back in Karakura. There was no doubt. He had ran into people with similar abilities before, but he was still unsure of what it was that he was looking at. Nor, the consequences of staying there.

Taking a few more steps toward the man he tugged on his sleeve, "Thank you, man... I apprecia--" He wished to thank the man for his charitable donation, but just as he could do so. He could no longer stand to be in the presence of the other fellow and fell to his knees, quivering in exhaustion. Sweat began to race down his visage as his face grew to an even paler state. It was clear that he needed to heed way to these two, but he just couldn't bring himself to do so...








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Subject Post 7PostSubject: Re: Foreign Exchanges[DEATH ALLOWED]   Mon Nov 03, 2014 7:59 pm



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"I’m back, and I’m ready to bring the Darkness with me..."
Demon Overlord Matthew Hinote
たそがれの保護者の吸血鬼

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Song Name: Year of the Plague - Artist: Mercenary - Word Count: 1166
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Matthew was really ticked off at the moment, for many different reasons of course. The biggest was that since he had last been part of this world to now, he had lost his last slaves Miyuki and Rena. They were gone and now his bishop and knight pieces were no longer part of his plan and he needed to re-evaluate everything now. He needed to reconsider the forces at Ketsu's side that were not only trustworthy but reliable to their cause, as well as his own. Matthew being the Black King piece, it was difficult for him as he knew his biggest playing point was his strategies while Ketsu always helped with aces up his sleeve. Then there was the fact that many have died in the 2 years he was reconstructing himself and very many changes in the tides of global warfare. When Matthew was last alive, the Kokuryuteshi still had a manipulative and very powerful Shadow to the Leader, as well as the Gotei having full 13 Divisions for once. Now that time has gone by, he's lost his hold over the Karakura Underground and Australia has apparently had a little but of a tussle. Either way, because of all this, Matthew needed to vent, and everyone was just pissing him off today.

While Matthew looked around at all the gasping humans, he was evaluating them, trying to find his little lamb to the sacrifice, as well as to vent his anger. Anyone would do honestly, but he felt like there would be one special pick that would really not only embed their way into the spectators minds, but would also be coarse for action and reaction. Matthew was born and raised for 9 years of his life in Ireland, and while he doesn't hold too many fond memories in his 425 years of existence, he still calls it his home away from home. Matthew enjoyed his "human" history as it was one that was pleasant before he took his walk down the road of Darkness, killing off his entire family by removing all the Vampires from this world, as well as accepting the role of a Demon Lord and Demon Overlord, growing and accepting his Darkness and killing many innocent and guilty lives. He doesn't see himself as Evil, but more Neutral Evil as he knows his goals require him to do things that are viewed as evil, but for the end results, sometimes you gotta spill innocent blood. For Matthew's goals of ending his Vampiric lineage, he killed his own wife and children, Mother, and so on to ensure the Demon Vampires of this realm would no longer exist beyond him. Ultimately, Ireland was his life as a human before his Darkness took hold.

Now we're here, lives on risk of the man standing at 6'3" and 200 pounds, fueled with a bit of bitterness at the world changing and his goals becoming ever more difficult to achieve. All while the land Matthew was born in is under the constraints and tied down by the very Organization Matthew betrayed and attempted to take down from the inside decades ago. Before Matthew would decide to just give up and accept drunken ignorance just to go back into the bar and mind his peace, an interesting fellow appeared. You see, the reason Matthew quickly opened his miasmic demonic power was to measure the fortitude of those surrounding him. Those with low power or strength would buckle under the deadly energy and those with enough fortitude, willpower, or resistance would be able to stand, let alone speak. Of course the gentleman appearing before Matthew didn't seem to be local, but instead held the appearance of a local jogger, but if he was capable of standing with this energy, then that meant something different.

"Great, the French invaded you as well! Are you proud of yourselves now people of Ireland?"

Matthew stated that in a measure of sarcasm in the sense that he just wasn't really in the mood for games, but the individual that stood before him was coughing and that made Matthew smirk. He was capable of standing within the Miasma, but unable to speak due to its intensity and density. Even then another boy appeared and buckled under the power that Matthew was expelling. It's sort of sad, seeing as Matthew wasn't even allowing a whole lot out, just enough to cause stress to his surrounding environment, but it seems he wont have any suitable aggressors this day, and the one before him will have to do. Well, Matthew didn't want to be rude, so he just stopped allowing the miasma to spill and closed off his spilling energy.

Matthew shot out a quick Dark Pulse, following his removal of the miasma, to read the area as he held a little curiosity. The Dark Pulse is a radar that pulsates from Matthew's feet and bounces from all shadows and darkness emulated within the area. Now since Dublin was under Matthew's Dark spell and the only light was given by Matthew's Blood Moon, Matthew was capable of reading everything within the city. Of course the results were expected to be with 98% human within the city as the standard souls were expected from Matthew to live in this general populace. Then 1.5% Demon made sense seeing as this is owned by Shadowfall and they most likely have an embassy and some representatives in the area as well. Matthew was hoping they were watching, but of course, our lovely little volunteer that stood before Matthew was Shinigami. Now the question at hand was this, were they a lone Shinigami, free to roam for themselves, or were they Gotei? Matthew cannot risk damaging Gotei affiliations since Ketsu is an Iramasha and lives within that realm keeping decent ties with that Organization and whatnot, but even then, Matthew is of his own affiliation. He's free to do as he wishes...

Reaching down to grab a cigarette from his pants pocket and stick it in his mouth, Matthew began to speak as the civilians surrounding them began to draw breath once again.

"So Shinigami... Tell me... You with the Gotei or what?"

Finally lighting the cigarette, Matthew took a deep inhale, awaiting the response from his guest, eventually catch eye to the boy by his side. A boy that held red hair and the appearance of a rebel in a way. This made Matthew smirk a little as in a way, it reminded him of himself. The only difference being that Matthew never in his life looked so pathetic attempting to grasp for air, but alas he should be fine now with Matthew restraining his power. Exhaling, Matthew awaited the response from the Shinigami, awaiting to know what he will say, as Matthew needed a toy to vent, and he very well might have his target to play with, so long as the answer is in the right.

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Subject Post 8PostSubject: Re: Foreign Exchanges[DEATH ALLOWED]   Tue Nov 04, 2014 3:35 am

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