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There was little thought put into what she did. She simply wished to shed herself of that bothersome hospital gown that reminded her of her lost and put on something else. It just so happened that she put on a uniform that made her look similar to every other person walking within the Gotei around her and her party. That mattered little though. Now, no eyes would move to her because of the outfits she wore. There’s no reason to notice the lone redhead. However, there is a reason to notice the large loud man next to her.
Of course he had to tease her about her time unconscious. He’s the one who caused it. She may have issued the challenge, but there was no need to nearly kill her even if she enjoyed the fight. Losing it is what has her peeved. And, now, there is little space for her to be a challenge for him. He has evolved, and she has been left behind. Some may see it as inspiration to grow as Arkin has. She sees it similarly, but it’s more of a grudge feeling than anything else. Then, he hits her with another low blow which caused her to shoot him quite the nasty look.
“You forgot my name?”
Her eyes trained on his face before he turned, and if looks could kill, he’d have been killed many times with no hope of recovery. She didn’t bother answering him looking to his back and admiring his axe. She wanted to lodge it into the back of his head. Well, slam the hammer side into him. Maybe that’ll job his memory. She told him her name the first time they met, and for him to acknowledge has as a warrior and not remember? A bonehead for sure.
She looked behind her at the quiet man who followed them. Did he have nothing to add to the conversation? Well, she guess this is fine. He did heal her up, so it’s only fair that he be given an invitation. Though, he didn’t seem as if he had wanted to come at first until his own stomach persuaded him. Elyss felt more curiosity about this man then she did Arkin anyhow. Maybe it’s because he helped her while the other didn’t. But, strength is strength, so Elyss still holds Arkin in a more… higher light in that sense. Well, the world is a colorful place. People are better than others at many different things. Elyss wonders if she could take Takehiko in a fight. Not now however. For now, she wants food.
“Bwah. It’s Elyss Kishimoto. The last time I’m ever saying it.”
She says stepping past Arkin into the noodle shop where she looks around. Back in Rukongai, huh? She had half a mind to go to the Tavern she worked at for a while and see how that old couple is holding up. She pushes that in the back of her mind for later.
The smile which seemed to adorned his face was instantly gone, as a look of confusion seemed to take it's place. It was followed by a frown as she stride'd past him as he stood there for a moment becoming totally consumed in his thoughts. It was one of those things which seemed uncharacteristic of Arkin and that was true; as one of his more glaring personality traits seemed to be rearing it's ugly head. Even in the most minor settings he felt immense pressure on his soul when he let down those he had grown to like, and this was not something so simple as a teasing in battle.
Thus in his eyes the level of her upset mood far weighed anything she felt before hand, as there was nothing jovial or lively about forgetting a friends name or face. Perhaps it was a minor thing in the grand scheme of the world, but it bothered him. As if there was some type of gnawing on his bones, an unpleasant sensation which he could not shake. This was evident from the frown which laced his bearded face, stepping inside into the noodle abode.
He'd let them decide where they sat, following behind them for the moment. The annoying thoughts of past actions racked his brain, causing him to shake his head forcing such things away. This was not the time for such behavior, he must set right what has happened. He'd not even bother picking up his menu, his order was already locked within his head.
"I am sorry, Elyss Kishimoto."
The way he spoke her name was deeply accented, the steady cadence of his thunderous voice was replaced by something else. Like the motion which was felt as waves rocked a boat. It was subtle and a contrast to before, as he leaned back in his chair legs spreading slightly as he rested an elbow on the arm rest. His head finding a resting place in his hand, allowing them to order as they pleased. For him, the shop had already knew that his order would consist of plenty of protein and ale.
But he'd speak once more, as they brought drinks for them.
"I have forgotten something about you. It will not happen again. Share your story with us, or do not. But food goes well with good stories."
Entering in he smiled a bit listening to the conversation going on. Takehiko had come to the Rukongai before. He had treated people in these parts before. Missions among other memories from his days in the academy. A place where he'd floundered entirely his entire time there. Mostly because his skill set wasn't as educated there these days. His hands scooped up the menu pointing to a bowl of beef ramen noodles. Deciding he'd try them at the moment to refuel. He could see the changes in Arkin when he realized it. Almost like a big sad teddy bear which made him think about patting his back. But he decided against it as it was a bit too much for him. Takehiko wasn't someone that reached out and touched people. Just wasn't within his nature in that regard. He was a more reserved person than those he was with at the moment. Picking up some chopsticks he brought his hands together in a traditional Japanese manner. "So I know of Arkin, are you new?" He finally put a question out as he picked noodles up with his sticks.
Beginning to eat as he maintained eye contact. Eating his noodles in a rather professional way as he listened for her remark. He knew of Arkin mostly by the reputation of appearance. Guy did stand out a bit some people would have to admit. Takehiko, on the other hand, kept a rather unremarkable appearance in that sense. He didn't give off strong energy readings but what he did have was valued. Kaido skill a very skilled user at that field in his academy time. Though he'd made no attempt for it. Instead, he'd directed his efforts foolishly towards being a swordsman and Hoho specialist. Following a path that was familiar as his father had been skilled at that. Trying to emulate his parents and family members rather than his own course. Now that he'd started his own path he'd begun to grow as a person. But also as a member of the Gotei by large being trusted to treat people. Like her and others who came to him for such things. Though he maintained it he decided to ask them a question.
"Do either of you have a dream, a reason to grow stronger?" Takehiko directed this question to both of them. He knew his well and would stand by it no matter the dangers. He would become the healer who could save lives and protect people. He'd follow down the trail Unohana left here to bring back the practice of saving lives. Takehiko could fight, but he believed in preventing blood's flow. He wasn't quick to draw his sword these days anymore. Nor was he quick to anger or combative measures. He, in essence, had grown of it on his journey though he did know more would come. Growing up wasn't that easy as he continued eating keeping his chin dry. Food brought to him was eaten at a respectable pace. But one fact remained he did need this fuel to keep studying and growing. Nothing could be continued from nothing as he'd come to believe himself.
What’s this? Elyss did not see this coming? Her eyes couldn’t help but stare when Arkin actually frowned. Though, her face didn’t change from its annoyed stoicness upon his sudden displeasure with his own memory. Why should she feel bad? He forgot her name. If anything, she feels a bit more at ease about the situation knowing that he had the ability to feel remorse to a degree when he messes up. Selective remorse however. Eh, she wishes she could feel less annoyed at losing, but she feels she’d probably have felt even more annoyed if he had apologized for beating her to such a degree. What an awkward way to feel. Maybe that’s just her emotional spectrum conflicting with one another. On one side, she thought the fight would have just been a simple spar where they didn’t try to break one another, but, on the other side, Arkin had given her exactly what she had wanted in a fight. Then, right in the middle is her drive to win; the drive that has her so sore about the situation since she lost. Something she has come to realize is something she shares with her Zanpakuto; a drive to win at anything they do, but her Zanpakuto seems to want to do more than simply win. He wants to dominate undisputable. That troubles her, for she felt herself all too easily get swept up in his drive to win. It reminds her of her natural lust for a good fight which makes her think that old guy within her has more in common with her than she first thought.
Back to reality, however, she couldn’t help herself as she reaches over after taking her seat on the other side of the table across from the two reaching with her battleworn slender digits flicking Arkin’s nose aggressively hoping to pull him from his weird depressive mood with some pain. Her face looked slightly more annoyed than before as she shoots him a look of warning.
“Oye. Don’t get all wishy washy with me now. You forgot. Now, you won’t forget. That’s all that matters. Besides, it’d be a shame for you to not remember the one who’ll defeat you in the future. How embarrassing that would be.”
At that, she actually lets her lips change from that scowl she’s been wearing to a taunting small smirk turning her gaze to Takehiko without picking up her menu. She raises a brow. Is she new? Well, that’s a simple question to answer. She’s only been a Plus for a short time before being barreled into spiraling events that have changed her life forever. Hell, she only joined the Gotei like a week ago. Though, she is technically still an academy student. Her situation is just special. She moves a strand of red hair behind her ear before speaking once more.
“Ah. New? Yeah. I guess it’s been just a bit more than a week since I joined the Academy or whatever. If you were listening, you should already know my name. And, a dream?”
She flicks her eyes to Arkin wondering how he would answer. She looks down at the table thinking about her response. Her reason to grow stronger…
That’s when she accidentally dropped her zanpakuto onto the floor; the two swords clanging against each other on the floor. She’s quick to move them under her seat in annoyance quickly rising back up and rubbing the back of her head looking a bit unsure about herself at the moment, but she still answers.
“Well, I dream to help people, but… I also dream on getting stronger because… If something happens that interests me, it would be heart wrenching to find myself unable to react because I’m not strong enough. Whether that interest at the moment is to help people, beat my rival, or to simply survive. If I’m not strong enough, then, I’m useless.”
That’s all she says about that as she feels herself want to include the fact that she likes being on top of others; to know she is stronger than her peers; to know that she’s not the weakest in the bunch.
“I’ll just take what the big guy is having.”
She notes to whoever comes to take their orders. She’s starving, and she’s sure whatever Arkin is having is going to be a hefty meal, so why not just copy him? He’s been here before anyway, so he should know what’s good and what’s not. Though, it’s also an excuse to give him a curious glance wondering how he will answer Takehiko’s question. What are his dreams and motivations?
Leave it to Elyss to be able to grab the bull by the horns and forcibly tear him out of his slump, her words assaulting his ears as he nodded along vigorously at what she said. Her words where true in that they reached into his being making him think of the now rather than the past misstake. This would serve a as a reminder that he would not forget again, he could not forget again. Such was the way the world worked and his old mind would soon become fresh again.
It had to.
But none the less he'd listen deeply to the two converse, in the mean time ordering his own miniature feast. It was easily enough to feed the three of them, but the revelation that it was all for Arkin was rather comedic in the moment. For the entire time they spoke he was ordering more and more food, all types of Yakitori, roasted meats, and rices for days. So when Elyss said she'd simply have what Arkin would be caused the server eyes to widen briefly before furiously scribbling. They would bow again and again as they walked away leaving a rather large container of sake for the three of them, and plate cups to serve themselves.
Naturally, the big man would poor them all glasses. His head shooting back as he down'd his with a satisified grin before finally realizing the two of them waited to hear his reasons to get stronger. Before he blinked briefly thinking on such things. Before a loud 'hmpf' escaped his lips like thunder clapping in a storm, it was a deep chuckle.
"I have a dream yes, but it not the reason I seek to grow stronger."
The man let out a loud grumble roll from his throat, as the grin slowly seemed to settle into a forlorn smile. As if the dream which he thought of was so far away, so distant that it caused sorrow and happiness all in one. But he'd stare off as he spoke, as if trying catch a glimpse of the flicker of that dream.
"My dream is that I shall live the rest of my days next to brothers and sisters, that I shall honor them. That my death will be beside them and I shall find redemption. I am not the type of man, who seeks to impose their will onto the world. I fought for others dreams, I fight for men and women far better than me. Those the gods have chosen to change the world. In that way, I serve my purpose. I am but a simple viking, destined to forever fight for the glory of other people."
There was a level of knowing in it as if despite the lowly purpose he spoke of, he felt immense pride in it. For why was not life not valuble as it stood, was it not worthy to simply follow others? All he wished for was to live a good life, one which endorsed his life style. He let others decide what was right and wrong, and he followed their words because he was sworn to. That was his dream, to simply fight and die besides those he loved.
That faint smile seemed to grow bigger once again, as he settled on the vibrant red head and the young man.
"I grow stronger because the gods will it. Perhaps my strength shall be harvested by a worthy commander. Perhaps I am only this strong so I can propel greater people to higher heights. But I am content with that. When I sit upon the halls of Valhalla, sharing stories of the great Rognar Lothbrok or Unn The Deep Minded, I shall always be able to claim witness to many great heroes. Such as you two! I hope to tell great stories when you two have climbed further the heights of fate than I can go."
He listened to both accepting the cup that Arkin poured as he looked down into it. So it was his turn now wasn't it how this went? They told their story and dreams of what they envisioned. Gently both hands cradled the cup as he took it looking into its liquid abyss. Not drinking yet as he considered it carefully thinking. What to tell them wasn't hard as the truth was best. He wasn't a liar by his nature as he smiled a bit. Twirling the liquid around the cup using his wrists slightly rocking it back and forth. "Hm strength huh, my battlefield is very different from yours...Now anyways." He said softly before sipping as he set his cup down with a soft placement. This wasn't likely to be his only conclusion when it came to it. "My battlefield was back where I met you Kishimoto-san. It is where the healer fights the product of normal battles. " He said softly considering it as he wondered what combative medicine would even employ. Takehiko didn't have much power really.
The lowest score in Shino Academy history being below most people which was just a result. Though considering his heritage it wasn't surprising to him that he ended up in so many knots. "I only suggestion caution in our hunt for dreams and power. I've seen what comes of those who seek power for nothing but it's own sake." Takehiko had read that journal and saw a rise and fall. A man who was no different from them but fell in the end. He went to gain power for no matter the cost or reason before him. Sugarcoating it as what was needed his father and mother became victims to that man. To the endless ambition and rise and fall. Takehiko smiled a bit as he decided to share the story if only to tell them."Let me tell you a story, I come from the Kuchiki and Unabara families respectively. " He said first making sure they knew his last name on both accounts. The second a less favored title for multiple reasons but one he still accepted.
"The Kuchiki are well known, I doubt introduction to them is required for this tale. The Unabara however, they were nobles at one point so the stories say anyways." He said sighing a bit as he glanced at his cup taking another sip not showing any signs of change in his demeanor. "A man once came from that family here, rose in the ranks extraordinarily quick becoming Captain Commander for a time. " Takehiko's eyes softened a bit as he glanced at the beverage. "But, he sought power no matter what bridges burned and bodies left in his wake. My father and mother are included in that instance. " He gently sipped again wetting his throat as he decided to explain further. "He consorted with demons and enemies of the Gotei alike without regard for friends and family. " He finished his drink by the end as he set down the cup going to his meal now. Noodles sitting in the bowl before he picked it up to continue eating. " For this, his family or what remains of them are left to clean it up. Though most of us were left with a marking.."
He reached up with his right arm pulling down his scarf now to reveal something to them. His throat looked as though someone had ripped it out with something inhuman. Takehiko's throat had been restored and speaking became possible again. But the scar remained a reminder of the dangers of seeking power. A cautionary tale of not blindly taking the promises of the darkness. The grotesque nature made someone gag across the room. As it had caused some pretty odd reactions. Before smiling, he covered it again with his scarf now and exhaling feeling a bit better. As though he'd gotten some much-needed therapy out of that.
Well, this is a strange situation to be in. First off, she sees the waiter scribble furiously when she asks to have what Arkin’s having, and she wonders what the hell this man is about to get. Of course she plans on eating just as much as him. This giant isn’t going to outdo her. Though, she’ll probably have to revisit Takehiko afterwards. Then, the big man speaks on his dreams and wishes for his own life. That’s when things seem to get a bit more awkward for her as she looks at her drink and ponders while listening.
Is her ideal world the same? No, that is undeniable. Her world is nothing like Arkin’s world. In Arkin’s world, he is her tool to use for what she deems correct or wrong. She wishes to be on the top. He wishes to serve those on top. She feels her path is a lonely one, but he sees himself surrounded by his fellow comrades. At the core, their dreams are complete opposites. Yet, Elyss can’t help but feel that she also dreams of similar things as well. She’s used to being a loner fending for herself. It is why she is such a thoughtful individual. She’s only had herself to ever talk to. The idea of having a family is strangely comforting, and her eyes drifted to the two across from her as she thinks of such a life surrounded by similar people who rely on her just as much as she relies on them. Still, she can feel it; that oppressive demon hanging over her head; the anger and rage that makes her a danger to all around her; one of the major reasons she prefers to keep to herself despite her confrontational personality. How can she ever dream such wholesome dreams with her issues? That’s an impossibility that has her sighing and looking back down at her drink when Takehiko speaks up.
Now, this man is a whole different situation it seems. Of course a healer would have a different battle from anyone else. They do not fight to end lives or be victorious in battle. They fight to save lives and be victorious by keeping the people who are fighting fighting. However, the man speaks of caution when growing in power; advice Elyss has already thrown to the wind. She is here right now because she did not show any restraint or caution for what she wanted. Seeking power just for power... She can practically feel her Zanpakuto puff up with distaste for Takehiko.
He soon changes his story suddenly; his words spinning into a tale that has her looking up with a raised brow. To say Elyss knows any royal or big families would be a lie. She’s lived under a rock her whole life, and now, she’s doing catch up. However, she now knows the name of the Kuchikis and Unabaras. And, as the story progresses, she finds herself reeling a bit at the scar on Takehiko’s neck, but then, she leans in a bit curious about it. Suffering due to a family member’s hunt for power? She can’t relate. She has no family, but she did let someone down recently, but her failure doesn’t affect them in any real shape or form.
She doesn’t bother questioning such a gruesome scar. Was her body not broken not too long ago. As if she’d think his wounds that horrifying when she practically beat a man to death; his face unrecognizable at the very end. She finds herself a lost for words feeling that her goals in life conflict with those around her. She feels odd and out of place. And, in response, she picks up her drink that Arkin had poured and takes one nice big gulp to calm her nerves.