[BSD-RP] Human World: Karakura Town

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“Breathe, or you’ll miss your mark.”

Unbeknownst to him, Blume was severely empathetic, so even though he may have smiled, the pain that swelled inside of him was all apparent to the young florist, but she too kept a face as if she hadn’t the slightest idea of his inner turmoil. On her end, while he may have thought that she was just stubborn or independent, Blume always had the underlying fear that one day, should she choose to find someone, she may be the very cause of their demise. It wouldn’t be on purpose, but until she can find a way to control herself, there’d be no intimacy until then.
"Hai, hai.”
The silence that followed caused Blume to observe him further as he diverted his attention solely to the television and what was being broadcasted. Another attack, and several dead. Video footage of what appeared to be the man in front of her playing hero earned a small hum of impression. However, at the shift in news, Blume could feel his displaced feelings, and the rustling of his wallet once again brought her attention to his physical being.
"3000 yen, Mikoto-san.”
While he was a precious patron, the business was still business, and she had things to pay for. While handling the transaction, Blume had still been listening to the news and decided to gauge Kimura’s reaction regarding the incident.
"The Masked Avenger. He’s done the same thing you have to an extent. Saving people indirectly, of course, but still saving them. Let us be grateful to this Verteidiger. While our law enforcement may find the order shattered, one less person has to perish, don’t you agree?”
Blume would have been handling his bills and returning a receipt and change -- if needed -- to complete the transaction. While she may have sounded entirely oblivious towards the subject at hand, she had to be careful of just how she worded things.
“If you had the chance to save someone, wouldn’t you take it? Would you save them because you can, or would you find it as a way to atone for your Sünde, and alleviate the Schuld?”

 

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"3000 yen, Mikoto-san.”
Mikoto heard the price on the beautiful flowers, the amount of three-thousand yens now placed on the counter or in Ms. Diamante's hand. That's if she was prepared to grab the money from him to take.
"The Masked Avenger. He's done the same thing you have to an extent. Saving people indirectly, of course, but still saving them. Let us be grateful to this Verteidiger. While our law enforcement may find the order shattered, one less person has to perish, don't you agree?"
Mr. Kimura listening to Diamante speak as if she had detected something about his feelings towards the news of the vigilante. Or instead what she believe that he had some personal opinion towards the mysterious character. The Masked Avenger or to criminals, they prefer the moniker, "The Boogeyman." Since the Karakura Town Guardian made it a habit to appear after the sun goes down, when darkness is upon the town. Though the way she speaks about him, it seems she comes off to admire the work the vigilante has been doing. Though she is right, The Masked Avenger is saving people indirectly while Mikoto Kimura would be saving people directly by using the company's name. Soon the two egos would be able to not only protect this city and more but being able to keep them safe from both sides, whether it was behind the mask of his true self or the cover that was of his former self. The two sides of the same coin, a man without ambition is like a bird without wings. "If anyone wants to have their face in the light, then they should have their back in the dark" Those very words spoken in the consciousness of Kimura, the voice of Asterion.
"I totally agree Ms. Diamante. Not sure exactly what you said, haha. But I do agree with you."
All he could say, all Mikoto will say. There was nothing else to share or speak on the matter. Oversharing thoughts and ideas can leave a person vulnerable, leaking some important details without realizing it until later. Reason Mikoto tries to keep casual conversation to a minimal, whether its a stranger or close friend. Once being handed the receipt from her, she asked him something important. Something he didn't think a casual conversation would lead too.
"If you had the chance to save someone, wouldn't you take it? Would you save them because you can, or would you find it as a way to atone for your Sünde, and alleviate the Schuld?"
He spaced out for a second once more as if this particular question itself triggered some memory of the past where he burst through the door of his home to see blood everywhere. House trashed to bits and the sound of an infant's cry from the bedroom. Oh, if only he did have a chance to do anything, an opportunity to save his wife. Kimura wanted to answer, but he couldn't answer without saying something that would or could expose his personal life. Something he just said that needs to be avoided at all times or much as possible.
"Master Kimura, we are going to be late."

Asterion called out to Mikoto, and which case, Kimura let off a smile towards Diamante. "Sorry, Ms. Diamante looks like we will have save that part of the conversation for my next visit." he said while continuing to smile, proceeding to exit from the flower shop. Hopefully, she didn't have any reason to stop him or push him to stay. "You enjoy and take care of yourself. And you're still young, should ask that boy out." he said in a teasing manner while Asterion held the car door for Mr. Kimura, and upon entering into the vehicle, the smile quickly faded. The sound of the car engine started, and it was time to head out towards the next stop before home.

 

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It had been sometime since he had last made contact with Avi, though from a guess, Avi must have been busy with work in finding those fullbringers, to bring them under his banner. A noble one, though he wasn’t too sure on how them killing hollows would effect the balance? Do they absorbed the hollows? Destroy them completely? He didn’t think it was like the Shinigami where their souls would be cleansed after being killed. Questions, questions, questions to be asked at a later date; most likely the next time they would see one another. Though Fredrick himself wasn’t at his bar today, he was actually exploring The neighboring town, he wondered what had to be offered here, it certainly seemed more peaceful here and more then likely a place of residence with businesses scattered about. It would be wonderful for him to get a house on this end, and have a second place to store equipment, and to have a nice second home to relax in, to be most likely away from the noise.
Though as it stood right now he stood out to people around him, a large red headed German man walking around, wearing a plain black shirt, with a pair of jeans, along with blackened combat boots consisting of gortex, boots. He didn’t carry much that would identify him as a quincy in terms of clothing. He wasn’t much a fan of the color scheme they had, even more so how the bow originally looked, least until he was able to get it to its new form, where it took more of a solid shape instead of a giant glowing bow. Though what would give him away as a quincy, was what he carried with him; seele Schneiders six of them equally distributed and clipped to the sides of his belt, spaced out to allow his ginto’s to fit in between the seele schneiders, with his Cross strapped to the metal chain wrapped around his left wrist. It was a dead give away as to what he was but as far as he was concerned not many people knew what he was, and if they did, they didn’t seem to approach him out right. He preferred to keep himself prepared, as when he’s out and about anything could happen.
It was only after a few hours of walking about the town he had thought he seen everything he needed it was a fairly normal town, apart from the hollow activities that were active around the area were high for the town and neighboring city. Normal Japanese shops and housing styles that were nicely walled off from one another. He would end his exploring by entering the Hanaben shop, to where he would want to gather some plants for his bar, if only to help give a greener atmosphere, hopefully the city would allow him to plant trees in front of his bar.

 

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“Breathe, or you’ll miss your mark.”

“Diamante-san.”
Looking up from her notebook, Blume was met with one of the many girls of her graduating class, Miyata Nanako. They often talked, mostly about work and class projects. Sometimes even boys. This time was different, though.
“Would you like to go out with us tonight? We’re going to karaoke.”
"Gomene, Micchan. I have work, and final exams are coming up. Maybe next time.”
There was an exchange of understanding and goodbyes. Towards the end of the school day, she sighed heavily and leaned back in her seat, idly twirling her pencil in between her fingers. It was oddly quiet. Usually, those who possess such an insurmountable amount of power would be bothered endlessly with people trying to kill them. Other than her pre-adolescence, Blume was just fine.
The sound of the final bell rang, and she gathered everything into her bag, said her farewells to the students and instructors as she passed — the end of the day here, and the beginning of another at Hanaben. Still, in her school uniform, she made her trek to work. It was open from 10 A.M. to 7 P.M., and right now, one of the mixed-bloods the elders had assigned there was working the counter diligently.
"Ojou-san, I’m here to relieve you- Oh. ”
After stepping through the threshold of the shop, Blume had lifted her head and found herself facing the back of a large man, his build uncommon around these parts. Not to mention the fiery red hair that sat at the top of his head. Blume observed closely, cerulean eyes roaming the patron promptly, not to arouse any suspicion. The silvery glint of his garments had caught her attention as she made her once-over and smiled.
Giving a warm welcome to those else in the shop, Blume looked towards the current shopkeeper and nodded as she slipped past into the back room to change into something more comfortable, and in uniform. Changing her high school uniform for a more straightforward look, Blume now donned in an olive green long-sleeve and black pants. Her shoes were replaced with white sneakers, and her signature gloves and hairpin in place. With her apron topping it all off, the smile she wore did not reach her eyes as she stared at herself in the mirror. It seemed as if trouble had finally found her, but she wasn’t sure yet.
Stepping out from the backroom, Blume finished tying her apron behind her back in a tight knot, and she replaced the Gemischt. Standing at the front, behind the counter, Blume looked to the burly patron whom she matched in height and smiled.
"Welcome to Hanaben. Let me know if you’re looking for anything specific, Mister.”

 

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He clearly wasn’t an expert in plants, but he still had a look of amazement, across his face as he had entered into the shop, his eyes wondering around at the green base of each plant and the colouring of their bloomed petals, A little slice of paradise for those who knew what was what in terms of plants, though it felt a little more humid inside such a place. That would be a bit of a draw back for him on such a place. Though for now he didn’t seem to mind such a change, as he continued to look around wondering what would look good for his Bar. His head then finally turned towards the older woman, he didn’t suspect anything what so ever from her. She might have been hiding her reiatsu? Either way he didn’t sense it from her. There he would walk forward just a bit; each step could be heard before he would stop to look around once more.
“ Ojou-san, I’m here to relieve you- Oh.”
His head and body twisted a bit to see a young girl enter, the shop. She was here to relieve the elder, giving a nod to which, he would turn to look at the shopkeeper, before the young girl would move to the back. From her attire she was merely a school girl, but something was a bit different about her, he couldn’t put his finger on it at this current moment. She seemed friendly enough with a friendly smile, once she had been dressed in her uniform for the shop she would come out and give a standard greeting. One in which he would take her offer on as he had no clue as to what would make his bar look just a bit better.
“Well I am gonna take you up on that offer, as I’m a bar owner, and I find my bar looking rather… industrial, and I’d like to add some plants to add to the place so it keeps the customers in, though I’m not too sure what to get, but the only thing on my mind is having two large cherry blossom trees standing out in the front entrance to give shade and a more welcoming atmosphere
He spoke with a smile as he turned towards the young woman, he himself had smile, that seemed to persist with him in public with just about anyone, it didn’t matter. He didn’t know she too was a fellow quincy, but at this point he had no reason other than a minor feeling he had earlier when he first looked at her. His head would turn once again this time looking around at the flower section and wonder how much effort one had to put up just to keep these plants watered and properly fed? It seemed like a lot of work even if his staff was there to help, he felt he would need to hire some outside help for the first few weeks to show his staff and himself on how to properly care for such things. After all he had to keep a good look for the bar at all times and dying plants was a no go.