When the Devil Calls.{Social, Tsukuyomi.}

[Alastor Caedes]

The time of day was midnight in Kyoto Japan. Alastor sat on a mahogany chair overlooking a lake side. Beside him was a mahogany table that was decorated with a white cloth, a sake bottle, and two sake cups. Alastor was wearing his gigai, but his mask and hat was currently sitting on the edge of the counter. Alastor held a simple floating white gemstone in his palm. "So, tell me again. This Nakabakki called Tsukuyomi.... Kawada? Why does that last name sound familiar?" A voice on the other side called out. "Sire, the Kawada is a shinigami noble house." The voice was female that rang out. " However, all forms of information on him are unfortunately impossible to obtain normally. There are no records of Tsukuyomi in the Kawada household so we had to observe him for weeks as well as have a specialist determine if he is a Nakabakki or not." 

"No Records? Interesting.... So they knew the entire time and just didn't say anything... Aah. Shinigami's.... stubborn bunch they are. Hopefully this one can see reason." Alastor got up from his seat and moved over to a piano, made by sheer crystals. "Yes Sire. Hopefully. I have sent the message through the network of spies." Alastor grinned and sat down on the piano's bench. "Perfect. Just the way I desire it. I want this Nakabakki to feel comfortable, so please. Let the Eques know that interference is not allowed. Any outsiders should be taken care of quietly and quickly." Opening up the Piano's case, Alastor smiled as he slid his fingers against the piano keys. "Oh, and Jenma?" 

"Yes Sire?"

"Have they found anything about that woman?" 

"No sire. The woman's tracks are nearly nonexistent." 

"How unfortunate.... Keep looking for any leads. That is all." 

"Yes sire."

With that spoken. Alastor simply started playing the piano as he waited for the target of this meeting to arrive. Everything here was carefully crafted from whatever bits of information Alastor was able to obtain on Tsukuyomi. His likes. His Dislikes. His habits. Everything down the T. Alastor knew of the Kawada's, one of the surviving houses from the first time Alastor reigned hell on the Seireitei. Although, he had no idea other sinners made deals or messed with them. As Alastor played, he couldn't help but to question on what the shinigami would make deals for if anything. If the poor lass that birthed Tsukuyomi wasn't just used and ditched. "I wonder... how many others like myself have such class?" 

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Song Alastor is Playing 

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Meanwhile in the Seireitei. A female shinigami walked up to Squad eleven. She was greeted at the door by a male member of squad 11. "Excuse me for being rude, but i have a letter for Vice Captain Kawada-san." The shinigami male blinked. "A letter for the Vice-captain? I'll make sure he receives it." The female shinigami passed the letter on and bowed respectfully before making her leave. "What a strange girl.... Anyway, gotta deliver this. Who would write to the Vice-Captain though?... eh." The shinigami shrugged, tapping against Tsukuyomi's office door. " Vice-Captain! There's a letter for you. Im leaving it on the counter out here." Once and if Tsukuyomi investigated the letter. It would appear normal to Seireitei standards. Yet the message inside was certainly... Something.

'Good Evening Mr. Kawada. You are invited to a dinner in Kyoto at Midnight. Please, arrive on time and come alone. A Dinner for you and you, alone. This is not formal wear, so please wear whatever you like. The accomodations include a fireplace and a view of lakeside with the night sky. Yours truly, A.C.' 

[Tsukuyomi Kawada]

A quiet afternoon that seemed to blend in with the others of the week, something that had become mundane in the last couple of months. A constant sequence of repeating events that rarely came to anything eventful or satisfactory. Whether he was doing paperwork, drills, practicing or receiving training from his grandfather. Almost all of it felt empty now. Why he couldn’t say yet it was something he knew and kept to himself as he had no other choice. This was his role and his grandfather would never let him choose for himself over the Kawada.

Standing at a drill post, Tsukuyomi held Unum in his left, making slash after slash in different set sequences. Overhand, outward slash, thrust, rotating slash back into a downward diagonal slash. His attacks were still sloppy when compared to the elegant refined movements he could achieve with his right. Training his left was something essential though and one he’d keep at until he was certain no differences were left between his sides.

His training was interrupted though by a subordinate delivering a letter. Puzzled for a moment, Tsukuyomi placed Unum against the post in order to get the letter and open it. Once the letter was in his hands he began opening it and scanning the lettering. “Where did this come from? Did something bring it here?” Tsukuyomi asked without raising his head up from the reading position.

“A female brought it to the front of the barracks sir.”

Tsukuyomi wasn’t sure what was going on yet this female likely wasn’t a real ally of the Shinigami or perhaps a mole. Either way though he couldn’t be certain and now she was likely enough distance away that chances of finding her were minimal. That left him with only one choice that didn’t cause even more trouble that he’d rather avoid. “I’ll be leaving for the rest of the day, let Third Seat Nakajima know.” Leaving to pull something out he hadn’t used in quite awhile.

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Getting to Kyoto was simple although Tsukuyomi hadn’t been to this city in the past. It was similar to most in this part of the human world. Still his eyes wandered around taking it all in so he could acknowledge the differences between the artitecture. He couldn’t keep himself from a sly smile though at all the lights and beauty knowing that he had to apprentice it more than any other, for everything could become pitch once again at any moment.

In a gigai that he hadn’t used in . . . Well it’d been awhile. He couldn’t remember using it after the first few months of being brought into the Kawada. In fact this was one of the first times he’d been back to the human world. It seemed every time he came to this place he scarred it. Dressing in a white t-shirt with a black smooth fabric coat over it. His attire was pulled together by a pair of dress pants and shoes both dark as it was the only color his grandfather allowed him to wear. “The marking of the Black Phoenix huh.” Tsukuyomi still lementated over how cruel the old man was, using him as nothing more than a tool despite being blood.

“Time to find out what this A.C. is and what they want.”

[Alastor Caedes]

Alastor grinned as he played the Piano. Sure, he had a set back at his castle. Yet the music was always drowned out by some form of other noise that ruined the mood. So, to be able to play it and listen to it so purely was blissful for the Akki. Up until he detected Tsukuyomi's Prescence. A slight maniacal grin formed from his face. He decided to change his typical game plan on the spot. Normally he would do his usual routine with Naka's, but the Shinigami types are always the roughest. Especially when they have actual power. So instead, Alastor decided to make use of this time and maybe get a lead on a target he has been searching for. 

Once Tsukuyomi got to the front desk, a lady would smile to him. Even if he didn't explain who he was, she would speak up. "Greetings. Your party is currently in room seven. A waitress will get to you shortly. Please, enjoy your stay." Bowing respectfully to the shinigami in order to keep up her act. Once Tsukuyomi eventually got to the room or hell near it. He would hear the sound of piano playing, quite good playing itself. Alastor grinned as he could sense Tsukuyomi approaching. The fresh scent of the midnight breeze filling the room. Once he entered Alastor would stop playing and get up to greet the man. "Welcome. Glad you could make it. Please take a seat, im sure the food will be delightful." 

Moving over to the table, he moved a window up revealing the beautiful moonlit lakeside. "My name is Absalom Cohen. A pleasure to actually meet you in person Mr. Kawada. So terribly sorry we had to initially meet with such... discretion. I simply wish what is best for U.E. and Seireitei relations." The Akki lied as naturally as he breathed. In his expertise, truth and lies were the same thing. It just depended on what you wanted. For deal makers, like Luca. Often being mostly truthful with the truth itself vague or stretched. Yet for people like Tsukuyomi, like the Naka he is. It was easier to lie, to weave a web of falsehoods. Tsukuyomi was doomed to hell anyway, so why not lie and get some information?

Not like Tsukuyomi could see past the lies. With Alastors skills in deception, you would need someone who was specifically trained to see past even the best of lies to see past him.  "I hope this isn't too much of a burden on you." The Akki continued, every aspect of him reinforced that no matter what. For the duration of this conversation. His Lies were as real as rain, and as true as the Sun rising every day. The Akki picked up a menu and actually looked at, already having planned what he was eating. "I hear the sashimi this place sells is quite good. But i suppose you didn't decide to come for just the food. This line of work requires trust, so please. Ask any questions you have. " 

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Alastor's skills.
Hell Chains: 1
Pain Tolerance: 3
Charisma: 3
Acting: 3
Lack of Fear: 3
Battle Focus: 2

[Tsukuyomi Kawada]

Moving from the reception desk to the room that he had been given only took a couple minutes yet in that time Tsukuyomi went over what he believed needed to be prepped. This place was unknown where the likelihood of ambush was far greater. He had no clue who he was meeting or why. The only thing he did know was that whoever A.C. happened to be they knew of him. The unremarkable, accident prone Vice Captain of the Eleventh. Sighing as he continued to walk he realized that perhaps he came here hoping to just get a few hours away from his family.

The thing that he had wanted more than everything else while growing up. Still now with more than a couple dozen relatives that make such a big deal of blood, when he thought of family the only image in his mind was of his mother. Her white hair was like straw, skin dry and wrinkled while the light of her eyes dwindled. The haunting image of her fading away before him with not even the image of her to bless him, for there was no image. Just things he could remember and then nothing as her breathing stopped and he was alone.

Realizing that he’d been walking in a type of trance while lamenting his childhood, Tsukuyomi finds the door. The sounds of music coming through the door was something he’d heard in the rich sections of the Rukongai yet knowledge on such things he didn’t possess. The individual playing the instrument seemed human enough although Tsukuyomi was Matt enough to know his own talents and telling such a thing for certain wasn’t one of them. Getting over to the table and sitting down, Tsukuyomi would keep eye contact while his mouth remained shut.

U.E. and the Seireitei were two different factions in the spiritual war that didn’t really have anything against one another nor worked in their favor. Tsukuyomi knew that Vesta and Jak worked for U.E. yet he’d never met the leader. A man by the name of Kazura from what he could remember. Although he didn’t know it was possible he was speaking to him now, if that was the case why had he gone by A.C? Tsukuyomi wasn’t sure what he was doing here and didn’t find comfort in eating alongside some stranger who’d invited him randomly.

“What am I doing here? Did you send the letter? How did you get it into the Seireitei let alone Soul Society?”

[Alastor Caedes]

“What am I doing here? Did you send the letter? How did you get it into the Seireitei let alone Soul Society?” 

Ah the questions of the man ringed throughout the Akki's ears. Within seconds he and the psychopath thought of a plan of action of lies for the man. Obviously, it was something of interest to him. So of course, Alastor smiled as he lowered the menu that he was staring at. Moving one hand to his cheek he looked at the man. "My my, so many questions. Well. I'm certainly able to answer those. You are here to hopefully, help us of UE so that we can help you. We understand that there is some.... corruption that lies within the Seireitei's specific squads and noble families. We were hoping you would be willing to talk about any potential people to investigate." 

"As for the letter, yes. I had some contacts I have within the lesser ranks of the Shinigami deliver the letter. After helping out some of the lesser ranks with patrols, calling in a few favors is relatively simple." Alastor lies continued, they were simple and quite possible. Getting others to do what he wants is a relatively easy thing. Even though in reality none of that actually happened, but poor Tsukuyomi didn't need to know that. Alastor simply smiled as a waitress came by and set down glasses of water. "So. Mr. Kawada. I hope you are willing to cooperate. Now then." Looking at the Waitress he simply smiled and ordered the most expensive item on their menu.  

The Waitress turned to Tsukuyomi and smiled at him. "And what would you like sir?" Alastor owned this entire company. Each and every waitress and waiter were sinners in disguise. The best of the stealth and liars in his legions. "Please, do not worry about the price. I will be covering the meal." The Akki really wasn't going to pay for it but seeing as he owned the joint. It would be something of a business expense out of the business's funds, not like it ever actually worried about funds. Alastor was the kind of being to obtain large amounts of funding from all of the business deals he makes. 

[Tsukuyomi Kawada]

Getting a seat at the table wasn’t something out of the ordinary if it had been in Soul Society. The atmosphere that Tsukuyomi felt from the individual in front of him and the surroundings was similar to what he experienced when dealing with the nobles of Soul Society. He was essentially once again a naive boy in over his head against someone that was likely a monster who liked to pretend to be the hero. He’d heard of U.E. in the past and knew that a couple of his friends worked for them, so was this guy really bad?

Coming to the conclusion that he couldn’t be sure he’d just had to figure it out firsthand. The answer to his questions though was something that Tsukuyomi wouldn’t have ever expected. Something that he knew if he were a real Kawada it would be expected of him to cut this man down right now without hesitation. His demeanor calm and cold was something that he kept up almost always and wouldn’t change now despite his surprise. “I’ve been brought here in the hopes that I’ll give up names to an outside group? You realize how incomprehensibly risky this was to even ask me here? If you have lackeys in Soul Society you shouldn’t have them bring you someone less loyal than a noble.”

Although the waitress asked him what he’d like to eat right now, the tense Tsukuyomi was giving off wouldn’t permit him to answer her. His eyes glared at the man who was acting just a bit too nice. Despite being born in Soul Society he had experienced humans and knew that even the rich or caring weren’t usually like this man had been. “What makes you think I’d ever allow someone outside of the Seireitei to get any information on what happens inside it?”