The Toys and Toy Maker (Social, Closed)

[Crystal Tokei]

Wandering up to the shop while nobody was looking, Crystal climbs up onto the window sill. Putting her tiny arms on the glass over her eyes the little doll peers into the building. At some point she's bound to notice movement but for now she shall stay here looking in. About 3 hours passed of her just peering in before she finally spotted some movement on the other side of the glass. She was ecstatic from the thought of working in a place like this, specially built for selling things to the spiritually aware.



With the movement on the other side Crystal raises her small little right arm, waving at who or whatever was moving inside. She couldn't help but be so happy, it's been years sense she has experienced something being created for a spiritual being or someone spiritually aware. There was so many possibilities, but for now she needed to make her way inside this building and become an employee.

[Kitai Yoru]

There were good days for the Kitai Shop, and then there were bad days. Good days usually involved a customer or two popping in and buying something, or commissioning an item from the Lunatic. Bad days were usually days where either no one showed up, or people show up to rob him, like that walking dead-man Gujinn. He would get his pound of flesh from that man, and it would be painful for him. Either way, those were some of the good times and the bad times for this borderline magical place Kitai ran. Today... Today was different.

Kitai had spent the better part of the morning planning out what to do with his Tarot Card product line. Some of them were more obvious than others, like the Fool, while the Hanged Man took a little more brainpower to think up. He had dragged some of the materials he'd need to start making things to the sales floor, which is most of the first story of his shop, when something caught his eye. As he kicked open the backroom door, he froze in place, a bundle of items held in his arms, as a small doll was pressing its face against the bay window to his shop.

It was a small thing, a girl in a yellow dress with yellow pigtails with bows in her hair, and black dots for eyes. And it was staring at him. A chill ran up Kitai's spine as he looked at it, and it back. How long had that thing been there? Just.... there? Kitai slowly walked up to his large countertop, placing the crafting materials down, and taking a seat. His eyes never left the doll, eyeing it down like a hawk. Unfortunately for the Lunatic, the doll decided that was enough of an invitation to establish contact with him, much to the Saika's chagrin.

She started waving at him, like how most people would imagine a doll would. The movement of the arm made the torso move side to side, making it very clear that if this was a prank, the person was willing to go very far to make it as real as possible. Kitai, ever so carefully, made his way to the entrance of the shop, feeling her, he assumed it was a her, eyes following him ever step of the way there. He opened the glass door, peeking his head around to look at the toy.

"Uhhh, do you want to... come inside?" He asked, holding the door open for her. If he was forced to make an assumption, he would have probably guessed that she was too small to get it open herself. If she decided to enter, he would return behind the counter, and let her peruse around the shop floor to her stuffed heart's content. He didn't know what this toy wanted... What was she? Was she a mod soul? Kitai had only ever heard about them through third hand accounts, and the Black Market. Was this one of them?

[Crystal Tokei]

It seems the owner of the shop was willing to let Crystal in, for after a few moments of staring he walked over to the door. Slowly but surely the door was pushed open, with the head of a man poking through it. "Uhhh, do you want to... come inside?" Hearing that question, the little doll could only nod to say yes. It was problematic not having a mouth, but honestly even if she did have one in this form she wouldn't speak. After years of getting used to communication through gestures it would feel strange talking in this form.



Moving to get off of the window sill, Crystal simply falls and lands face down on the ground in front of the mans feet. Pushing with her little arms she gets up on her feet, unfazed by the fall. Considering she was mostly stuffing, there was no pain felt from hitting the ground from that distance. After getting up on her feet she waddles in through the door as the guy had invited her in, she certainly wasn't going to say no to a potential employer.



Crystal made it to the center of the shop where she began effectively gawking at all the items in this place. She could se not only firearms, but a large variety of other things such as puppets of some kind and sunglasses. Yes, this is the place Crystal wanted to work. It was clear by this point this man had the imagination required to come up with many contraptions. This could definitely help when it comes time for the doll to create her own babies.



With her emotions high on excitement, Crystal waddles over to the counter where the man was sitting. Grabbing a stool she begins here long journey, climbing up the stool which she will then use to get on top of the counter. Looking for a pen or pencil and paper, she would pick it up to start writing. Once finished she would place both her "hands" on the paper, then push it over for Kitai to read. On the paper would be written, Are there any positions open? I can begin right away and only require housing. I can also earn my own expenses by making and selling my own creations! With that she would sit down crossing her little legs and wait for the man to respond.

[Kitai Yoru]

This little toy was throwing Kitai through all sorts of loops. The doll walked into his mostly humble shop, with its head on a swivel. It was talking stock of all his stock, looking up and down at his various guns, swords, robotic limbs, and other various knick knacks that lined the three connected countertops that sat a few feet from the walls. He let the door close, and returned to his previous position behind the middle counter, easily beating the toy there, as his legs were actually made for walking, and unlike his latest visitor.

Confusion colored the Saika's face as she started dragging a stool that was sitting in front of one of the counters, towards where he was sitting. It was almost adorable how it struggled to more it, but the fact that it could probably meant it was stronger than it was letting on. It climbed atop the seat, plopping down and making itself comfortable. It made several motions that it wanted something to write with, so Kitai handed it a notepad and a pencil, the preferred writing method for the clumsy artist, and it started writing.

Truth be told, he was humoring this toy for the fact that it was a very novel experience for him. He'd seen Shinigami, hollows, arrancar, Hellions of all kinds, but never before had he seen a toy. Most beings he'd served had been the scary sort, with a tragic backstory that could only be told through dramatic flashbacks, with powers that would- blah blah blah, you get the sort. Cute, though? Not many opted to just be meek and unassuming. He was fairly sure this was a mod soul, it fit their usual MO, but it could just as easily be a hollow.

Kitai was holding his head up with his hand, resting an elbow against the counter. Once the doll had finished, he took the note back from the toy, and read what it had to say. And what it said nearly floored him. His visible eye popped open in shock, looking from the note, to the toy, back to the note. It wanted a job. Why did it want a job?! Kitai was so surprised, he burst out laughing, cackling like the lunatic that he was. He probably sounded like a bastard, which he also was, but after a good ten seconds, he wiped a tear out of his eye.

"HaHahAhaHa! Aren't you full of surprises? Wanting to work for me? And I thought I was crazy!" He said, standing up to his full height. "Not only do you want me to give you a doll house, you want to sell your merchandise in my store? Bold, aren't you?" He said, grinning a toothy grin at her. "And what reason do I have to think that you won't try to pull a Chucky on me and try to kill me in my sleep? Or worse, try to steal my merchandise?" He asked, challenging the toy, wanting to see how it would respond.

[Crystal Tokei]

Crystal turned her little head to the side, questioning why the man was laughing. Sure enough he gave her an answer not to long after, apparently he was worried she might try to kill him and take over his business. She would at this point start heaving her doll shoulders up and down, signaling that she was laughing though it was hard to be sure considering no mouth meant no laughter. Her movements would stop shortly after, pointing back at the paper so that she may write some more.



Once Crystal had the paper again she would start scribbling in her good hand writing. I see, there's no need to have those kind of concerns. I want to be known as a great business woman, one who can be trusted and who's babies can be trusted. It wouldn't be beneficial for me to kill you for your business if that's my goal, who'd trust someone like that after all? With that written the Doll would hand Kitai the note.



As he's reading Crystal reaches in to her dress, pulling out what looks like a sharpie marker with the name Magic Marker printed on the body of it. Asking for the paper once more after he finishes reading, she will write using his pen. If you would like a demonstration of my product, I'd be glad to do so! Just put your hand palm up on the table. Keep in mind this is my only "finished" product, but I have another one already planned. Thus why I would like working here as well, it would give me a safe location to make my precious babies! She would then yet again hand the Saika her note.



If Kitai listens to the instructions for a demonstration Crystal would then pop the cap off her Magic Marker, making a single line on his palm going from the base of his thumb to almost the end of the opposite side of that palm. With the line made if Kitai was looking at the line and focusing on it, regardless of his intentions the line would open up as a makeshift mouth and start speaking his thoughts.

[Kitai Yoru]

Silent laughter was unnerving, he thought to himself, looking at the strange motions he thought were heaving for a moment. He handed the toy more paper, and she started writing again. She wanted to be a famous business woman, apparently, and wouldn't kill him as he was her ticket to the path of success. Also she referred to her items as her babies, and that mildly disturbed him. Sure, he shared a similar passion about the items he'd made over the years, but wouldn't consider them like... That. Well, at least she was passionate about the job.

She pulled out a marker, apparently the item she brought with her as her resume. What a weird word that was. Still, he did as she asked, placing his left hand down before her. His right had markings from both the sin of Wrath as well as Greed, and would either interrupt whatever she had in mind, or just make it look worse than it might have. In the fairness of giving her the best chance she had to impress him, he gave her a blank slate. She didn't exactly have a mouth to question the markings anyway, it he were feeling narcissistic enough to do that.

The cap of the marker was removed with a soft 'pop', before she got to work. She didn't make anything too complicated, just a long line from one end of his hand to the other, but it seemed to be enough, as she sheathed her mighty magic marker after doing so. That was... interesting? "That was... Interesting?" Wait what? The line split open, revealing a new mouth that hadn't been there before. His eye widened in surprise, as the mouth began to explain that he was surprised.

Kitai gave it a closer look, bringing it up to his face to do so. It wouldn't shut up, talking nonstop about random things, making noises to mimic some songs that were stuck in his head, and explaining how badly he wanted to be a human again. He pulled out one of his Beatsticks and lopped the thing off. "Alright, that's a pretty useful item for getting someone to speak their mind, I will admit." There was a glimmer in his eye. "Or to annoy the crap out of someone." He laughed, as did the hand that fell to the floor, before he stomped it.

"Alright, I think that's enough of an example to prove to me you're serious about this." He told her, giving her an approving nod. "I'll let you sell your items here if you want. I'll obviously take a percentage of whatever you sell. How about eighty twenty?" He said, a teasing smirk on his lips, as he placed a piece of paper down in front of her. Then he thought of something. "Wait a minute, if you had that this entire time, why didn't you use it to give yourself a mouth earlier?" He asked, now just looking confused.

[Crystal Tokei]

Wonderful, Crystal's demonstration was going off without a hitch, In fact Kitai seemed to be caught completely off guard from the speaking mouth now on his hand. After some time of the mouth spouting tons of random things the Saika chooses violence, cutting the hand off to prevent it from speaking. The Doll takes a moment, debating if she should have told him the moment the person with the mouth drawn on thinks or attempts violence the mouth disappears.



Shrugging Crystal figures it's unimportant considering he casually lobed his hand off without any hesitation, he probably has a way to regrow them. That's when Kitai agrees that she can work under him, at a decent tax on anything she sells. Honestly she was happy taking 80% of the profit, after all they were her babies that she was gonna sell. Then before she could point for more paper he asked a question which caught her by surprise.



Pointing to paper yet again, Crystal will proceed to write a response to the question and offer. The reason I don't use that to make a mouth, with which I can speak, is simply due to the fact I want to hear my voice after I make my first Gigai. As for the offer you made, I'll gladly take an 80 to 20% split. I'll just set aside the 20% for you during the purchases. With that I can start at any moment!



Handing the Saika the note, Crystal will wait patiently for his response. Sure she understood he actually wanted the 80 and not the 20, but no self respecting business person would except that offer. Swaying back and forth she will continue to glance around at his shop, inspecting the products he has to offer. There are a wide variety of things, which excites the Doll. Working for someone like this could only lead to profit, while also giving her ample supplies to create more babies!

[Kitai Yoru]

Kitai's eye narrowed at the reversal. Oh the audacity of this one. Kitai chuckles at her reasoning for not using her marker to give herself a mouth and let that matter slide for now. "Ha ha, very funny. And I thought I told bad jokes." There was a smile on his face, but it felt rather neutral. "In all fairness, as I offer to everyone who partners with me and my shop, I offer you a fifty fifty split. The person I made the R-Siphon with, they've made a lot of money with that deal. It's, unfortunately, my most sold item."

Kitai said, reaching out from behind one of his many counters, and pulled out a fancy looking watch, and offered it to Crystal. If she took it and flipped it on... well, she actually wouldn't gain the effects of it. "Oh, right, doesn't work on Mod Souls. Whoops." He said, whispering a few words, and the item teleported back to his hand. He returned it to where it was before. "Anyway, everyone likes the device that restores your reiatsu. Big surprise there."

"I'll help you create any items you need help making if you ask, and any items you put up for sale in the Shop, we'll do the same." He says, giving the same offer to Crystal as he had to Arcadus and Aldwin. It's annoying how few people valued good items, and just wanted more reiatsu. Bah. "Also, if you see an Arrancar with green hair, get me. He is by far my best customer." The amount of items he has made for the man were only outmatched by the money he's earned from him.

"As for housing, I guess I can give you a room. It's not like you take up much space." He might just make her a doll house just to mess with her. "That being said, if things start going missing around here, I'm throwing you to the streets and keeping anything you have. Or not, depends on what mood I'm in. Seriously though, don't steal my stuff, don't make a mess, and we'll do fine." He said, passing down he paper and her crayon. He would probably have to get her a body at some point, but the novelty of talking to a person who could only write hasn't lost its charm yet.