Just What Sort of Encounter is This?

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Appearing as nothing more than a typical human wandering throughout the town of Karakura the dark Quincy known by the name of Masurao ponders how he currently felt now that he had been in Karakura for a few months. Having settled into an apartment that allowed him to work in peace while keeping his guard up was something essential however what he was feeling now had little to downright the jobs that he was containing to take on now that he’d returned to his life as a mercenary. No he was feeling something akin to sentimentality although different in a way he couldn’t quite lock down.

He’d done this so much throughout his youth yet even now there was a piece of those days that he didn’t have anymore. The present from his father that he’d cherished, the present that’d been taken from him without a second thought. Without realizing it Asmoskon’s hands had tightened into fists as his emotions swirled. The memory of what had happened pushed aside everything else that he’d been feeling and now he just felt a rage. A need to get back at the individual that had taken his last gift. Walking upon the streets of Karakura getting ever closer to his shop from his apartment Asmoskon feels a difference.

Somewhere close by someone of a spiritual nature just appeared. Although he wasn’t the best at sensing or feeling out spiritual pressure he could pick up the fact they were around. Although he couldn’t tell exactly what they were, he could tell they were close by which meant it wasn’t an option now to head over to “The Perfect Broth”. The restaurant wasn’t somewhere that he would willingly bring anyone of a spiritual nature that he didn’t trust. So first he’d have to find this entity and thus he’d begin heading that way while suppressing his own spiritual pressure.

[Maria Ashwin]

Marik Ashwin

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Inovation

is the corner stone of being lazy

It opens doors to make life easier

1.) Marik would run as fast as his hi-gai's legs would carry him , "shit shit! im late" he would grumble as he bolted through the crowds slithering and slinking through the crowd. He was in a hurry he had overslept and was now late for  work , and these damn fat humans where in the way.

2.) Marik would run for what felt like an eternity , his leg muscles stnging and burning as he did so as he pushed the gigai body to it's absolute limits. He would burst through the doors of teh ramen shop in a sprint as he ran in the back ignoring all the cursing and swearing as he jumped behind some supply crates in the back and began to change clothes.

3.) As fast as the wind he would be out and running around the restraunt taking orders , the speed at which he moved warrented some level of recklessness but he moved with the grace of a figure skater as he raced about bringing and taking orders. Seeming most in his element when he was moving giving servoce with a smile.

4.) If one didn't know better they couldve swore he was working 3 positions , when in reality he was useing sonido gemlos to cover for several staff members who hadnt shown up for work today. tiring  and stressfull but as is life.

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[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Although he couldn’t tell what sort of entity this spiritual pressure belonged to, Asmoskon could tell its general direction. A direction that he would continue to follow for the next three minutes while doing his best to keep attention off him, approaching as if he had no prior knowledge. Eventually coming to a different ramen shop then the one he’d opened up. One that he must have blinked on, since he’d believed he looked throughout Karakura for all businesses, this though told him he missed at least one which meant redoing the search was a necessity.

Either way by the time Asmoskon made it to the ramen shop he would tell right away who the spiritual individual happened to be, it didn’t take his trained eyes nor his animalistic level of smell. It didn’t even require him to listen to the heartbeat in order to detect the potential of falsehoods in one’s voice. The moment he could close enough all he had to do was look at the individual with bright green hair and he could tell they were spiritual and using their abilities to . . . Work more efficiently. Almost as if someone were using a computer program to achieve the best finger paints.

Standing at the front of the restaurant Asmoskon didn’t hesitate to exert his spiritual pressure making sure this entity would feel the weight, so they’d be alerted to someone nearby. Although he knew nothing of this person, what he didn’t want to do was risk them right away. Fighting in Karakura was something of an accepted environment for him now, but he wouldn’t put normal people at risk or kill them outright if he could help it. So, it would just come down to whether or not this entity with the green hair came outside to speak with him

[Maria Ashwin]

Marik Ashwin

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Inovation

is the corner stone of being lazy

It opens doors to make life easier

1.) Marik sighed as he felt the massive spiritual pressure excert itself upon the area he himself was completely unbothered , but his tenants on the other hand where not , and he wasn't about to let some random asshole stop him from making a check.

2.) One of his five sonido gemlos clones would walk twoard the front door and exit the ramen shop heading across the street , a very frustrated look on his face as he used his 300 energy sensory to pin point the source of alll this damn power.

3.) walking up to asmoskon he would have a frown etched into his face "please stop doing that your going to kill my customers , what can i help you with?" he would ask very calmly his voice sounding extremelly tired. a small row of bags beneath his eyes from the multitude of jobs he was working.

4.) he would take a deep breath and release a sigh , clearly worn out from the lunch time rush. "if your hear for a fight im working a twelve hour shift , and i refuse to fight till i finish my split shift at target and the kitai shop" He would groan out as he leaned agaisnt the doorway of the ramen shop.

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[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Just a little bit of effort or rather presence was all it took, just allowing his spiritual pressure to seep out over the small area. Only allowing his spiritual pressure out long enough that normal people would feel like an invisible weight had been placed on their shoulders while a headache cracks its way into the depths of their minds. Only a couple of seconds pass and then just like expected the spiritual entity comes walking right out and Asmoskon before a word is uttered ceases his statement.

“Well that’s rather right to the point. Don’t think I need to fight you though if you’re working for Kitai, you’re in enough pain already. I’m just here cause I sensed you and wanted to make sure nothing was going on.”

Although normally quiet and rather stern Asmoskon was surprised to hear that anyone was willingly working for Kitai, especially when Uzaki was in Karakura and always looking for employees. Just didn’t make much sense to him with his experience dealing with Kitai. Although a fight did sound like something that could help him refresh his mind it wasn’t something necessary against whoever this was, he wasn’t an animal nor was he Vandenreich so there was no reason to kill. “Can you even fight when you’re this tired though? You’re putting out quite a bit of reiatsu, could draw in someone that’s just looking to crush others if you’re not careful.”

[Maria Ashwin]

Marik Ashwin

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Inovation

is the corner stone of being lazy

It opens doors to make life easier

1.) Marik would give the man a friendly smile as he gace a relaxed sigh , rubbing the bags under his eyes. "i promise nothing is going on , im just trying to cover multiple shifts at once its hard to live in this economy and i dont wana live in the sands...so this is what i do now work several jobs a day and hope i can survie" he would answer truthfully.

2.) he would cauk and eyebrow up as he the use of his spirit energy was brought into question. "oh you mean the sonido's i mean sould reapers tend to leave me alone , say for the six that tail me constantly but i live with it" he would yawn out. opening the ramen shops door inviting him in.

3.) "as for fighting i need atleast 75 hours of sleep before i can properly defend myself let alone fire on all cylinders i havent slept in a week , if ya wana talk come in i'll grab you some ramen" he would say with a warm and tired smile no ill intent present or hidden he just wanted to get the man inside and served so he could better manage his customers.

4.) he paused to think for a moment. "but like if you really wana fight i have two nintendo switches and a copy of pokemon sword and shield , not as wild but the npc's still are challenging enough" the neon green haired arrancar would affirm as he strudggled with the game only being past the first gym as of three weeks into the game.

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[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Now this really wasn’t something expected even in Karakura. An Arrancar working a day job! Not just one from the sounds of it either. Asmoskon had encountered quite a few of them, normally powerhouses that couldn’t be underestimated. This one though was treating his life as if he were a typical human that had to make rent. A puzzling piece of information yet one that he couldn’t disprove given what he was witnessing. Asmoskon stood in front of the bright green haired busboy just confused for a moment trying to wrap his head around such a thing only to realize it wasn’t something he could understand.

“You live here? Wouldn’t Kouhai give you a room out of the sand?”

Asmoskon didn’t know many Arrancar, but he’d come across one of the true terrors in the past. The Primera of the Espada who’d disappeared several years ago before his own disappearance. Adalo or to some as Kashmir, an Arrancar more vile than most. Asmoskon had felt his reiatsu, his presence. It had been like staring into the eyes of an Akki. How the depths of Hell didn't claim him was a mystery. Asmoskon could only hope He’ll realized it was missing a potential slave and wised up when he went missing again. All the same though Kouhai was always looking for Arrancar so why did this one choose Karakura instead of Las Noches.

Entering into the ramen shop Asmoskon sat down at one of the tables closest to the door. He couldn’t remember how many restaurants, stores and bars he’d ultimately ruined in his short life already. All he could do now was hope he didn’t have to reduce this one to ashes. The Arrancar was being very forthcoming, but some of the thh huh kings he said Asmoskon almost had a hard time believing. Perhaps he was exaggerating, all the same though nothing came off as aggressive. Taking up the menu Asmoskon glanced over for a moment trying to find something spicy.

Asmoskon did grin though at the mention of Pokémon. “Hasn’t really lived up to expectations. Can’t beat Typhlosion in my eyes.”

[Maria Ashwin]

Marik Ashwin

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Inovation

is the corner stone of being lazy

It opens doors to make life easier

1.) Marik would smile for a minute shaking his head with a light chuckle , due to this time frame he would still be being hunted by kohai's forces. "the reason im not in that place with lord shit face is simple , i broke the left hands neck and arms , i destroyed several of his gillian forming ceramonies and then evaded his forces" he would say with a pleased chuckle. a bit of pride in his face at being able to avoid kohai's forces.

2.) he would pull from under his arm the ramen shop menu and a switch with a copy of pokemon X and Y. "go ahead and take a pick off the menu and i'll go grab that for you , and while you wait enjoy the game i dont have typhlosian but i do welcome you to snom supremacy" he would say with a slightly amused smile he knew snom wasn't the best but it's the pokemon he loved.

3.) "i'll be right back" he would say with a warm and tired smile dashing back to the kitchen , where he would begin cooking up a store once again. sweat beading his brow with each stretch of dough and every season flung into the broth for the noodles his heart truly flowing into his craft.

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[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

A very strange encounter that was for certain now, but from everything that he was seeing this Arrancar really just didn’t want to be in Hueco Mundo. It wasn’t unheard of, he’d come across a few of them while he had been working under Satsujun in Xcution. Still it just seemed almost like allowing a dragon to live with a flock of sheep and just hope that it doesn’t get hungry. Getting handed the menu for the shop Asmoskon would take it along with the switch although any real action with the game system wouldn’t be had. He hadn’t played anything in years, only sometimes coming across such things while stuck in his pit of apathy.

Worse case scenario this was some long elaborate trap on the other hand he could have just come across Karakura’s latest strange citizen. Asmoskon, having come across his own fair share of those individuals, knew it was possible. So after a few minutes passed by he placed the menu down on the table in front of him and inhaled deeply, allowing his sense of smell to pick up on all the aroma from the kitchen. It was pleasant although he could tell what some of the ingredients were along with spices, he couldn’t tell the taste yet. Asmoskon just had to wonder what would cause one of the Arrancar to run away after inflicting harm on the left hand. He’d believe such action would only heighten their worth in Kouhai’s eyes.

[Maria Ashwin]

Marik Ashwin

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Inovation

is the corner stone of being lazy

It opens doors to make life easier

1.) Marik would make his way back to the kitchen well one of the five version's of himself that where holding the fort down , they would get to work vigoriously chopping leaks and dicing down several cuts of beef to be placed in the bowl of ramen he was making. Once he was done he would make it back to the table holding on a serving tray two bowls of ramen a kind tired smile on his face.

2.)pulling out the chair for himself he would set the tray down on the table and slide the bigger portion bowl twoard the stranger who hewas slowly getting to know. "well i dont wana bore you , but i figured maybe we could swap a few stories over a meal im not very good at making friends but cant fault me for trying" he would say with a light chuckle as he grabbed a set of chop sticks and began to dig in.

3.) "mm thats the good stuff" he would say with a relaxed sigh as he looked to see asmoskon's reaction , in the event he didnt like it marik would frown and begin thinking of ways he could possibly improve if the inverse would happen he would thank asmokon. "so call me foward but what should i call you? i dont expect you to give me your name off bat but it'd be nice to call you somthing besides stranger" he would say with a joking smile.

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[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

It wasn’t a long wait for the ramen bowls to be delivered along with the new addition to Karakura Town. During the time that it had taken to make the lunch bowls Asmoskon had sat in the seat with his left eye closed thinking about all the responsibilities that he had placed once again on his shoulders. He had accepted everything once again after the longest stretch of time in his life away from the conflicts of the spiritual worlds. He had to grin though in just a short amount of time back and already he was sitting down at a table after speaking to one of the Espada about to get something to eat. He had to wonder whether or not Sozen would laugh hearing about the situation or whether Hotaru would scorn him for leaving himself far to open.

He just couldn’t stay away though not when he knew everything that was at stack and all those who’d died so he could carry on. He just had to hope, hope this time things didn’t fall apart. Certain bridges needed to be rebuilt and others were being built for the first time. Uli, Cecilia and Eleonora, three new students that he only hoped wouldn’t run away, get killed or betray him. It almost seemed like a bad joke at this point, no matter how much he had to offer nor warn or protect his students always did one of the three options. He couldn’t find anyone able to stand beside him for long with the only exception being allies that had their own conquests and goals such as Kazura.

His meal arriving along with the Espada who seemed to be joining him, Asmoskon took to his sticks and began tasting what was offered to him. The flavor was strong and the noodles well cherished. These were the two things that Asmoskon would fret over the most so to him the bowl was acceptable. Marik would have a hard time figuring out if it was a pass or fail though given Asmoskon wasn’t the sort to wear his emotions on his face anymore. That cheerful young man had died when he left Karakura in what felt like ages ago. The prospect of sharing stories with an Espada was certaining entertaining if nothing else. Perhaps this one would know of the others that Asmoskon had crossed in the past although limited that list may be.

"So call me foward but what should i call you? i dont expect you to give me your name off bat but it'd be nice to call you somthing besides stranger"

“I’ve no reason to hide my identity. My name is Masrauo, Asmoskon.” Getting another twirl full of noodles into his mouth Asmoskon would wait to savor it and then continue going along with what the Espada had suggested in order to actually keep the conversation going. “Strange, never thought I’d be in a restaurant with an Espada again. What’s the cover? Tell everyone that you’re all brothers or something?” Asmoskon just asking to fill the void of the situation. The Espada did have to have some cover as to why several of him were rushing around the restaurant all at once. Claiming to all just be brothers was the most simple thing although Asmoskon could see it as possible.

[Maria Ashwin]

Marik Ashwin

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Inovation

is the corner stone of being lazy

It opens doors to make life easier

1.) Marik would cauk his eyebrow as asmokon spoke to him when the mention of espada came up , due to the timeline of this thread marik is currently just a very strong arrancar. Marik would hold up both his chop sticks in an 'X' formation. "hard pass , i've heard about the espada but if they're as weak as the left hand and i have to take orders from that ass hat ill pass" he would say taking his chop sticks to his own noodles allowing teh flavors to wash over his tounge. 'although it would be nice to have people to talk to...' he would think to himself as he reflected on his own solitude.

2.)As for the line of questions marik would answer after he gave the mouthful of food a few chews and a swallow , "yeah sextuplets seems to do the trick , i know its reckless to use such a technique in public but my manager left me with no help and the only one on shift" he would say with a sigh as used his chop sticks to pop his egg in his mouth. 'well since he's not hiding anything i guess i can be forthcoming as well' he would think to himself.

(3) "by the way names Marik id tell you my family name but theyre all long dead , and knowing my old man he's kicking about as a shinigami" he would say with a sigh as his lifted his chopsticks to his lips taking in another portion of ramen his mood seeming dampered by the mention of his own father. "also...dont laugh but...what am i...i had spent the last fiteen hundred years as a hollow i was caught in a conflict with a few mutants and well i think i caught a diseas...or maybe i evolved again" marik would pause for a moment mulling over his words.

(4) "im guessing what im asking is my apperance normal? i never thought id have a human shape again" He would ask looking asmo in the eyes genuine curiosity in his eyes as he spoke. At this current juntion in time marik was very ignorant of teh world and all its true workings.

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[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Certainly an interesting or at the very least eye-catching display. An Arrancar that didn’t seek out the position of the Espada. What he said Asmoskon could understand although hearing that one of the hands of Souken was weak, definitely wasn’t something he could have expected. Someone like Souken was expected to collect the strongest not just in the world of his rule, but potentially all who seek strength and position. Perhaps this Arrancar was being arrogant or something else alluded his knowledge either way though Asmoskon got the information that was beneficial. There wasn’t an Espada in Karakura constantly.

Eating at the bowl in front of him the dark haired merc realized that he was actually hungrier than he had thought. The broth was always the best part of a bowl and right now the flavor of the liquid danced across his tongue. The noodles were fine yet at the moment with his hunger he knew he’d fight off anyone that tried to take it from him. What actually got him to stop devouring the bowl in front of him at the moment was when the Arrancar opened up and started to speak more, revealing things or at least speaking to him like he’d expect from a human and not an Arrancar.

Asmoskon almost coughed up the remainder of his mouthful at the question asked of him though by Marik. The fact an Arrancar had just asked him if he looked normal, he’d always have to remember this now. Taking a moment to swallow everything and then breathe in, Asmoskon raised his right hand and then extended his thumb upwards indicating his eye patch. “Out of the both of us I’d wager most people would see me as the weird one. You’ve got all your limbs, no crippling wounds, all the proportions are believable, and your face isn’t completely covered by a mask so I’d say you more than pass that test.”

[Maria Ashwin]

Marik would listen intently to what asmo was saying , although he would appear to be severely distracted by something outside the window to their left. Should asmo follow his line of sight he would see two white clad men atop the roof , marik would sigh as he went to stand from the table placing his chop sticks across his bowl of ramen. “I’d like to stick around but those nazi looking ass holes have been hounding me for weeks now , i wish i knew where the hell they where coming from” he would grumble as he walked toward the back of the restaurant. Marik would clock out as the other copies of him began ushering customers out the building.

When marik next returned he would be dressed in a suit and tie , “i gotta go but it was nice meeting you mister” he would say giving a respectful bow before taking his leave of the establishment.