http://godmodd.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] godmodd.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-05-05 10:48 pm

Abstract Cobwebs (Renovation Remix) [COMPLETED]

Character(s): Aizen Sousuke, Ichimaru Gin
Content: After fleeing the brief encounter at Morem o Lisboa, Aizen and Gin find harbor in the basement of Matteus Museum of Art where they tell campfire stories and sing songs have a brief recap.
Setting: Matteus Museum of Art (K4)
Time: Friday, Noon
Warnings: Aisnarking and GinGrins

It was just as cold as ever, or rather it was outside. The light snow that had fallen dusted the streets… but this was only a help. That means no tourists at the Museum. No one to bother them. No one to get in the way.

Aizen and Gin had already made their way from Morem o Lisboa the night before only to discover the art museum would be the perfect harbor. There was a lone basement that was unused and simply called out as a ‘stronghold’ for Aizen. He no longer had the safety of Hueco Mundo, so this would have to do.

Of course the museum shelter didn’t come as easy as one would think. During the early morning, the once-captain sadly had to assassinate the already existing manager and use his zanpaktou to hypnotize the rest of the staff to believe that he was the manager. At least it solved their problem. Gin now had a job as a tour guide as well, though Aizen was unsure how much the shinigami knew about art.

But once they had a secure standing, they were free to move forward. Aizen had already set the staff to renovating the basement that morning. Progress was going extremely smooth. The shinigami watched carefully to make sure everything was going according to plan. Perfect. Everything was right. He also decided to cast away his mask once again. Why bother? It was all a test, really, for Thursday. Now that was done and over. What they had to worry about was the future.

What was there to oversee now? The soul-cutter had done its job. Why did Aizen even bother to oversee these odd people of the city? With a swift turn of a heel, Aizen did just what he felt like doing. He left. He roamed the halls inspecting the odd art collection of Paixao. And what were these children doing in the halls? Oh yes, the tours. In order to be inconspicuous, Aizen had to continue with the museum’s schedule, which meant the guided tours led by Gin.

“Hello, Gin,” the new manger greeted. “How is the tour going?”

[identity profile] shootxtoxdeath.livejournal.com 2006-05-06 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maa. S'goin' alrigh'." The shinigami shrugged, letting out a bored sigh. He was tired. It was only around the sixth tour he had helped lead today, but children were so nosy and asked so many questions. Gin had learned the hard way that not answering these questions only provoked more. This only gave him more of a headache than he already had. Though, he had to admit, the kids were pretty adorable. He couldn't even remember being that small and roundcheeked. According to the laws of nature though, he had been... at one point anyhow.

So, he figured that as much as the questions were annoying, he could kind of forgive them because they were so goddamn cute. Some he found himself attaching to a little easier, even though he stayed with one group for a maximum of about half-an-hour. In this particular group, it was the little blonde-haired girl in the back (her name was Marianne), the one with the long curly hair and wide blue eyes. She didn't say much, but for some reason, whatever was left of his heart went out to her and her timidity. Gin was about to make another comment to Aizen, or rather, his manager, but was interuppted by a tugging of his cuffed sleeve.

"Mr. Gin, our teacher asked me to tell you 'thank you' for her. So---uhmmm... thank you sir." He looked down to see Marianne, smile wide (with her two front teeth missing).

"Er--no' a problem." She curtsied at this and trotted back to the group, curls bobbing.

Suddenly, the day wasn't so bad.


((OOC: HAHAHA XD Gin is such a SOFTIE.))

[identity profile] shootxtoxdeath.livejournal.com 2006-05-07 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah, yea, that' be th' last tour fer a while." Gin put on a thoughtful expression, eyebrows arching upwards, and mouth turning down just a bit. The tours ran in clusters. A few in the morning, a pause, and then more in the afternoon. His manager was lucky that this particular tour guide was done with his job until later. He turned his squinted eyes to Aizen, who looked particularly impatient at the moment. Several thoughts crossed Gin's mind, each one a little worse than the next. The shinigami cleared his throat and shook the thoughts away. No sense in over reacting when the other man had yet to ask what he wanted.

"Hm? Wha' kinda questions?"

[identity profile] shootxtoxdeath.livejournal.com 2006-05-08 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
Gin shuddered inwardly as he saw that particular smile on Aizen's expression. It was more tame than his, surely, but it was somehow creepier. There was nothing but ice and cold behind such a smile.

But what could you expect from someone who loved himself above all?

"O'course I reme'ber th' portal. 'T only landed us in this here place." A teasing smirk curled the ends of his lips up, eyes squinting even more now with the expression. He held his breath, subtley, awaiting the questions.

Upon hearing them, he let out said breath easily, looking none the worse.

"Hm. Th' folks here aren' very givin' when 't comes down ta information. They be dodgin' questions like it' some kinda sport whe'ever I tried askin'."

((OOC: God, Gin is such a HICK. :D *rolls*))

[identity profile] shootxtoxdeath.livejournal.com 2006-05-08 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
"..." The silver-haired shinigami paused a moment, mulling over the many directions in which he could pull the conversation. None of them seemed outwardly thrilling at the moment, so he opted to go normal. Well, whatever he considered as normal, anyhow.

"I don' have anymore answers than ya do." He shrugged, bony shoulders coming up with an air of nonchalance. Gin was technically telling the truth, because he really didn't know anymore than Aizen. Even though he had been here longer, he wasn't exactly able to pull up any information besides the name of the place, how unfriendly the people were, and well... that he had a chance at running away with Matsumoto. Though, he may as well give Aizen his assumptions, at the very least. Maintain the quota and all that.

"Though... I have a feelin' tha' some fella is controllin' everythin' in this place. Like watchin' everythin' and all. As fer properties, th' entire city is fake. I was thinkin' it may be some kinda twisted experimen' like tha ones Kurotsuchi used t'do."

((OOC: So hard... to type... in Gin-speak. *flail*))

[identity profile] shootxtoxdeath.livejournal.com 2006-05-09 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
Awkward silence stood between the two. Tension crackled from the hanging statement, and he was pretty sure Aizen was expecting a reaction from him. Unfortunately, Gin no longer felt like talking. If he had not built up his smiling mask so perfectly, one would've been subject to one of the nastiest looks the silver haired man could muster. Which, in the grand scheme of things, was pretty terrifying. He did not like being accused of being blindsided, especially not when he had given Aizen the information the other man had been looking for.

Especially not when the man was using Ran as bait.

"Maa, you've foun' my weakness, congra'ulatio', do ya feel any better inside now?"

[identity profile] shootxtoxdeath.livejournal.com 2006-05-09 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Aizen was very lucky that Gin was not one to lose his temper so easily. Instead, the shinigami smoothed his features, grin wider than ever. There was a spot of vindictiveness glinting in his squinted eyes, however, showing he was a little more than displeased. Someone like Ran would be the only one to pick it up, normally.

"A'righ', a'righ'. Ya got me pinned like a but'erfly. Maa-- I c'n hide anythin' from ya." He held up his hands, showing mock surrender. This was mostly for show and for him to keep the proverbial status quo. If Aizen felt like he didn't need Ichimaru's help anymore, he would dispose of him.

And he wouldn't even blink when he did.

[identity profile] shootxtoxdeath.livejournal.com 2006-05-10 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Me? Wha' coul' I possibly hide from ya? You a'ready know me like th' back of your han'." Gin forced every piece of sarcasm from his voice, keeping the tone neutral. He could tell Aizen was getting irritated by his current attitude, and that certainly did not bode well. The shinigami noticed that Aizen was holding the current situation in extreme importance, although he didn't necessarily agree. They weren't really in any rush, although he had a feeling Aizen would probably end up instigating something within the next day or so. That's just how the man was. Act immediately as you can without endangering the situation.

How irritating.