Post by Eve Avana on Feb 15, 2015 13:15:46 GMT -5
She tapped her Knight forward two, left one with the goal of chopping away that nasty Bishop that had been floating around the black side of the board for the better portion of the game, occasionally wiggling out from its hiding spot to snag one of her Pawns, or to take her Castle. The Knight move was solid. It was free from any nasty counter attacks and not only did it boink her target next turn, that move would put the computer in check.
The computer’s response was to move the Bishop up-right one space, just barely saving it from an untimely end.
The Arrancar frowned, her eyebrows pulling down in distaste as she stared at the screen of her iPhone. The Bishop was safe once again and now it was free to continue its stealth attacks without much care. Not only that, but now she couldn’t check the King; the Bishop would kill her if she moved there.
The damn thing was clearly cheating.
With a dismissive flick of her thumb, the iPhone returned to its home screen and with another press of her finger and the screen went black. Tucking it away in the pocket of her skirt, she looked up for the first time in hours.
This was her second time in a little bar that was snuggled deep within the Shinjuku region of Japan. Known for its strong drinks and spiritually aware density, the bar was quickly becoming Evelynn’s favorite places. While her first time here earned her a stern warning from the bartender/owner, his scolding hardly did anything to deter her in anyway. In fact, judging by the way he made every little effort to talk to her, she was sure that he didn’t really care about the destruction she had caused that night.
Speaking of him, the man smiled at her and made his way in front of her, pleased that she had finally put her phone down and, maybe, hoping to get a small conversation with her. He was a charming man with dark hair, smiling eyes, and enough muscles to earn him any job as a bodyguard. Coupled with a nice enough personality and the way he laughed at all her jokes, Evelynn couldn’t say she hated the company. Besides, he knew she was an Arrancar and still he liked her. Being a Fullbringer, he lost his mother during childbirth and was now cursed to be involved in the spiritual world.
She assumed him running this bar was his way of coping.
So, the two of them chatted for a while, though he sometimes had to excuse himself to tend to other, needy customers. She didn’t mind, though not having his full attention rubbed her the wrong way at times. Considering what she was, it wasn’t too much of a shock that she was selfish and perhaps just a little bit needy when it came to snagging people’s interest. Not to mention, this man was one of the few who liked her for who she was and seemed to honestly sympathize with her backhanded power.
During a particularly long break in their conversation, Evelynn spun in her barstool and looked around the sort of dark place and eyed the people. Most of them were gathered around one of the three pool tables, mumbling and occasionally cheering when something interesting happened, though they were otherwise uninteresting. The same could be said to the group of normal mortals who were sitting around the TV, watching football—that’s soccer for Americas.
Then there was a single man sitting at a booth, staring hard into his half empty glass. The burn and sway of his Reiatsu promised he was a Shinigami, but the way it fizzled made her wonder if he was even on duty. Or if he even cared about where he was. Maybe he wasn’t looking to pick fights, or maybe he honestly hadn’t noticed that there was an Arrancar was among them. Then again, this sort of place tended to attract all sorts of sort of passive people. Neutral territory in most cases.
Curious, she rose to her feet and took only a slight pause to give the bartender a silent “I’ll be back” nod before walking to the booth, her eyes pinned on the man who looked like he was questioning everything he had ever done. He was the type of man she targeted: sulking, attractive, and probably just a bit too full of himself. That last one didn’t seem to fit him at a glance, but most Shinigami were like that. Proud, like they were on top of the world. Arrogant, like they actually had some sort of power when it came to ruling the world.
It sickened her.
She sat across from him, flashing him a friendly smile as she placed her hands on the table. She had no weapons and wasn’t looking for a fight. Not exactly submissive, but happy to prove her sort of good intentions. Well, to say she had intentions was a bit of a stretch, but she did have an idea of what she wanted. Especially if he didn’t out right attack her.
It was rare for her to not be in her gigai, but even if she had been the Shinigami wouldn’t see her. She would take the form of his heart’s desire and, if he was particularly dumb when it came to spirits, she might even take on the spiritual presence of whatever he desired. She doubted he was that stupid, though. Still, she had to wonder just what he would see and just how much he believe it. An attractive face? Someone he had lost long ago? Maybe he was aware enough to see right through her.
She severely doubted that. Only the truly clever could see through her and even at that they tended to struggle at first.
“Why the long face?” She tilted her head, speaking up before he had the chance to do anything. “It’s really a shame to see such a pretty face crying over spilled milk.”
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The computer’s response was to move the Bishop up-right one space, just barely saving it from an untimely end.
The Arrancar frowned, her eyebrows pulling down in distaste as she stared at the screen of her iPhone. The Bishop was safe once again and now it was free to continue its stealth attacks without much care. Not only that, but now she couldn’t check the King; the Bishop would kill her if she moved there.
The damn thing was clearly cheating.
With a dismissive flick of her thumb, the iPhone returned to its home screen and with another press of her finger and the screen went black. Tucking it away in the pocket of her skirt, she looked up for the first time in hours.
This was her second time in a little bar that was snuggled deep within the Shinjuku region of Japan. Known for its strong drinks and spiritually aware density, the bar was quickly becoming Evelynn’s favorite places. While her first time here earned her a stern warning from the bartender/owner, his scolding hardly did anything to deter her in anyway. In fact, judging by the way he made every little effort to talk to her, she was sure that he didn’t really care about the destruction she had caused that night.
Speaking of him, the man smiled at her and made his way in front of her, pleased that she had finally put her phone down and, maybe, hoping to get a small conversation with her. He was a charming man with dark hair, smiling eyes, and enough muscles to earn him any job as a bodyguard. Coupled with a nice enough personality and the way he laughed at all her jokes, Evelynn couldn’t say she hated the company. Besides, he knew she was an Arrancar and still he liked her. Being a Fullbringer, he lost his mother during childbirth and was now cursed to be involved in the spiritual world.
She assumed him running this bar was his way of coping.
So, the two of them chatted for a while, though he sometimes had to excuse himself to tend to other, needy customers. She didn’t mind, though not having his full attention rubbed her the wrong way at times. Considering what she was, it wasn’t too much of a shock that she was selfish and perhaps just a little bit needy when it came to snagging people’s interest. Not to mention, this man was one of the few who liked her for who she was and seemed to honestly sympathize with her backhanded power.
During a particularly long break in their conversation, Evelynn spun in her barstool and looked around the sort of dark place and eyed the people. Most of them were gathered around one of the three pool tables, mumbling and occasionally cheering when something interesting happened, though they were otherwise uninteresting. The same could be said to the group of normal mortals who were sitting around the TV, watching football—that’s soccer for Americas.
Then there was a single man sitting at a booth, staring hard into his half empty glass. The burn and sway of his Reiatsu promised he was a Shinigami, but the way it fizzled made her wonder if he was even on duty. Or if he even cared about where he was. Maybe he wasn’t looking to pick fights, or maybe he honestly hadn’t noticed that there was an Arrancar was among them. Then again, this sort of place tended to attract all sorts of sort of passive people. Neutral territory in most cases.
Curious, she rose to her feet and took only a slight pause to give the bartender a silent “I’ll be back” nod before walking to the booth, her eyes pinned on the man who looked like he was questioning everything he had ever done. He was the type of man she targeted: sulking, attractive, and probably just a bit too full of himself. That last one didn’t seem to fit him at a glance, but most Shinigami were like that. Proud, like they were on top of the world. Arrogant, like they actually had some sort of power when it came to ruling the world.
It sickened her.
She sat across from him, flashing him a friendly smile as she placed her hands on the table. She had no weapons and wasn’t looking for a fight. Not exactly submissive, but happy to prove her sort of good intentions. Well, to say she had intentions was a bit of a stretch, but she did have an idea of what she wanted. Especially if he didn’t out right attack her.
It was rare for her to not be in her gigai, but even if she had been the Shinigami wouldn’t see her. She would take the form of his heart’s desire and, if he was particularly dumb when it came to spirits, she might even take on the spiritual presence of whatever he desired. She doubted he was that stupid, though. Still, she had to wonder just what he would see and just how much he believe it. An attractive face? Someone he had lost long ago? Maybe he was aware enough to see right through her.
She severely doubted that. Only the truly clever could see through her and even at that they tended to struggle at first.
“Why the long face?” She tilted her head, speaking up before he had the chance to do anything. “It’s really a shame to see such a pretty face crying over spilled milk.”
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