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paixaorpg2006-05-05 10:48 pm
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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 theytell 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?”
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
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?”