Where's the Bloody Rum?! [R, NDE]

[Francis Grin]

Participants: Francis Grin (Squad 11 VC), Anatasia Solis (Squad 6 VC)
World: Soul Society
Thread Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location:

Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the one, the only Squad 11 Barracks Coliseum! Nice, wide open area, though part of it is still partially wrecked from Kubi's fight with one Hibki. Fucking Hibiki really liked that door, man. Really fucking liked that door.

Special Conditions:

THERE WILL BE NO REIATSU SPENT IN THIS FIGHT, MATIES!!

Circumstances:

Grin's view - "You see, me and Ana met at that big Kido Corp thingy, and I decided to go ahead an' con her into a nice little fucking sparring match."

Ana's view - "Ello mate. I trust every word you said because I'm drunk and do questionable things. I fully agree to this slap fight"

[Francis Grin]

Squad 11 wasn't exactly a woman-heavy division. In fact, it would be more than a little fitting to say that women were next to non-existent in the Squad. After all, most of them flat out didn't qualify for the squad, and rarely had the inclination to do so in the first place. So when Grin walked into his office and saw a sleeping woman on his desk, he was more than a little surprised, to say the least.

However, his surprise quickly gave way to mild annoyance when he noticed the white hair. "Ah, fucking bitchtits. It's her." His customary smile dropped from his face for a moment as he tapped his lips. "I mean, we do still have to fucking spar, but...." He looked under his desk, seeing the mound of paperwork Ana had displaced onto the floor.

He paused for a moment longer, frowning for a moment. Then, practically out of nowhere, he broke into his more traditional smile, and pulled on each of the red leather gloves he wore. "All fucking roight then. Wake up time, Jackie Sparrow!" He clapped his hands together loudly, fingers posed in some odd fashion. "ANCIENT SHIHOIN ART OF AWAKENING NUMBER FOURTY FIVE! DOUBLE FISTED MONKEY SLAPS PEACH!" The Squad 11 VC quickly flexed his reiatsu, then quickly swung his open palm towards the sleeping pirates rear end. He was really, really hoping that she woke up before he made contact. Emiko would skin him alive if she ever found out that he had slapped the ass of a Kuchiki that wasn't Sozen.

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Strength - 270 (200) Points

Speed - 375 (562) Points

Spiritual Pressure - 100 (75) Points

Reiatsu Strength - 210 (315) Points

Light Aura - 50 Points

Dark Aura - 50 Points

Instinct - 120 Points

Senses - 100 Points

Energy sensory - 25 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points

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Weapons: Swords 2

Hakuda 2

Other Body Skill: Acrobatics 2

Pressure Points 1

Battle Analysis 2

Acting 2

Strength of Will 2

Pain Tolerance 1

Lack of Fear 1

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[[ooc: I'm sorry this is so short! ;~; ]]

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It might be wrong but, waking up somewhere you're unfamiliar with was pretty fucking cool sometimes. Of course, it could be really dangerous but Anastasia Solis saw fun in like...every little goddamned thing. Today, she was going to have a mystery to solve. Mysteries after a drunken escapade were the best...Okay there was one that was like not so fun...but what did you expect when you had a 700 pound lion supposedly rail you out and then shake you uncontrollably in blind rage? Pero, like, whyyy? Who cares. No bueno after a hangover. Sunlight straight in the drunken vice-captain's eyes would be her source of her usual, temporary crankiness in the mornings....Or in this case, right now. She hissed before making an initiative to move. It was any drunkard's bane; their poison. She'd had a wild night of doing...something. God, if only she could remember and if only Shoku-chan could tell her.

"...You threw sake on yourself and claimed it was raining and ran through someone's garden before running right here because you were Jackie Sparrow and said, and I quote...God forgive me for my words : "Fuck the poice. I can do whatever the fuck I want. I'm Capn' Jackie Sparrow" ....Anastasia, when will you ever learn?"

Welp. Thank you, Captain Buzzkill Shokubai-En. Sometimes it sucked having a priest for a zanpakuto. He was such a goody two shoes and yet, he kept her grounded. The blanched-haired shinigami was always so grateful to have someone like him as a spirit. He was also her only, true friend. He was there for her no matter what and her loyal companion. What could she ever do without him? By this point, Grin was already in the room deciding what to do. Anastasia stretched in the same fashion a cat did before deciding to move. A loud, lazy yawn escaped her lips and she rolled over expecting to be on a bed of some sorts. Alas, we can't always be so fortunate to end up in a bed with hopefully no one. Luckily, she'd still had her clothes on. The black yukata that reached mid-thight with black leggings. She wore a simple white obi with red flowers adorned onto it and her beloved zanpakuto was still by her side. Ending up in a bed by yourself was fortunate. It meant that there was a beautiful soul out there who truly cared for your well being.

...It also meant you just knew where to drink...

If you took care of the prerequisites before you go on an escapade, you were as good as gold. After all, preparation was key! Hiding things like keys and your wallet in a safe place was important before you let the sweet poisons trickle down your throat. It was always a party when someone got a hold of some keys or some shit they weren't supposed to....A bad party. Oh well! She learned from experience and the constant scoldings of Shoku-chan. Anastasia had rolled off the desk just in time for here to hear and avoid this man's beastiality-slap attack. As her body met the ground in and abrupt and painful fashion, Anastasia snapped into fully-awake mode. "Oof~! Aru~! That one's a doozie ain't she~?" she said in the most relaxed tones. She was never in a mood to raise her voice and chase or become rowdy...Not unless she was drunk. At the moment, she was far too sober for any of that. "...Double fisting monkeys eating a peach...wot...Mate....ain't that frowned upon? Yer faaaar too handsome to be doin' such a thing~" She rested her head on her hand and offered him a cheeky grin. A suggestive raise of the eyebrow would indicate this man would be the first victim to her flirtatious antics today. After all...He was the first person she'd seen today.

"That the sun shining or are you just smilin', mate~? Aw. hell. Here we go. "Don't mean ta be rude, mate but who the bloody hell are ye~? I'm soberin' up so things are about as fuzzy as you and I will get in a moment~" she smirked, slowly rising and leaning her back against the desk behind her. Did she know he was married? Nope. Did she know this guy's name? Nope. But, he looked familiar. She'd seen him at that wedding at the Kido Corps. Good time. "Ye got any water? I truly need it at the moment, mate. It's a bit urgent" her voice was raspy as she croaked out the words. It was the hangover. She really did need some water. She wasn't hydrated enough to do much at the moment. Snow-white tresses were long and slightly dishevled. Her bangs covered one of her blanched-eyes in messy bed-hair fashion. She lazily blinked at the man, eyebrows furrowed in helplessness. "Pretty please, mate~?" she pouted at him. A little water for the pretty shinigami wouldn't hurt would it?

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Strength - 70 (42)Points

Speed - 260 Points

Spiritual Pressure - 300 (525)Points

Reiatsu Strength - 240 Points

Light Aura - 75 Points

Dark Aura - 25 Points

Instinct - 100 Points

Senses 100 Points

Energy sensory - 30 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points


Total SP: 1100 Points

[Francis Grin]

[OOC: Well, I'm sorry that this is so late and short then! ]

Grin was quiet for a short moment after Ana's response to what he yelled out. However, it didn't last long. "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ah, christ, yer just a bundle of fucking hilarity, aintcha Jackie Sparrow?" He continued to laugh for a while longer before shaking his head and heading towards the way window in his office. He quickly opened it up, sticking his head out into the Squad 11 Courtyard.

"OI! DETROIT! GET A WATER BARREL!!!" he shouted out into the courtyard, his tone still good-natured. He turned back to the white-haired woman, his smile still upon his face. "Anywho, I take it yer hear to square up our little debt? Or am I a bit off track there?"

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[ooc; Ha. Beat you. This is even later-er]

"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ah, christ, yer just a bundle of fucking hilarity, aintcha Jackie Sparrow?" Anastasia couldn't help but laugh along with the man in front of her. "That and me liquor~! Nothin' gets the day goin' like some fine Spanish rum, si~?" Anastasia actually reached into her pockets for a flask but suddenly decided against it. Her current desires included water and water only. When she saw the Squad 11 lad come in with the water barrel, she smirked, winking at the young man. Standing up wasn't easy. It was hard as fuck actually. When she did, she stumbled over. Anastasia was desperately trying to find balance.

Then again... who needs it? Why do that when you can make someone uncomfortable with it instead? The effects of alcohol on the morning after didn't make it any better either. Anastasia had a ridiculously horrible headache. She could do with some food too, but water sounded like diamonds and gold and other various forms of 'booty'. "Definitely a bundle of dizziness as well..." she said uneasily. Standing up so suddenly was like... a no no. Her body said so. As she stumbled, she landed against Grin. She let that settle for in for a second before finally standing up on her own. The corners of her lips curled before curious blanched irises looked at him from top to bottom...and boy, did she likey. She likey lots.

"....Maybe something else if you're interested~" Her voice trailed off. She was aware the possibility of no existed. Still, she couldn't help but flirt. Flirting was fun to the female so she hoped he'd take it lightly... Sort of. Well, if he said yes...well.. yes means yes...but water meant water. Water was muy importante. She let her little 'offer' linger there in the air as she turned on the heel and stepped off towards the barrel. "Anywho, I take it yer hear to square up our little debt? Or am I a bit off track there?" She grabbed the mouth of the barrel to give her some stability. Debt? Ha! Please. As if she paid anyone anything in her life. No one gets what they rightfully deserve and gets away with it. Not as long as Anastasia-Solis Kuchiki was alive!

She turned her head and gave him a sad smile. "I 'aven't got any Ryo on me mate~ Ye wanna tussle about it instead?" She winked, thinking it was a joke. In truth, she completely forgot about the party so... he'd have to remind her. In the meantime, Anastasia turned back to her barrel and began drinking the water. It was going a-okay at first...Then, somewhere along the line she managed to screw even that up. She managed to fall head first in the barrel... and struggled. She struggled to get out. In fact, she couldn't. All Grin would hear is tons of splashing and sounds of a pirate who's undoing was near. Sounds and cries of help emanating from a single barrel with a single pirate in it from his room. Hopefully, he'd be a dear and let her out.

[Francis Grin]

Grin looked away after Anatasia staggered and slumped onto him, a slight redness coming to his cheeks. If he had a different Zanpakuto spirit, he may have gotten away with doing that without incident. However, with Myou being... Myou, Grin got an earful. The fuck are you doing, Francis? We could be trying to catch a glimpse of what she's working with!

Grin internally sighed, his eyes beginning to move down slightly towards Ana's chest before quickly moving back up and away. Myou, you know damn well that I'm married. It'd be fucking wrong to ogle other women. Besides, I know for a fact that you love checking out Emiko.

His zanpakuto snorted, and he could practically feel the dismissive gesture she was undoubtedly giving inside his Inner World. Don't be a fucking prude, Francis. Just because you're married doesn't mean you can't just look at other people. And don't get me wrong, your wife's still a hot fucking piece of ass, but variety's not a bad thing!

Grin's eye twitched ever so slightly, but thankfully Ana had gotten off of him by that point. And then she immediately proceeded to make things worse. Grin went into a full on blush at her suggestion, his mouth wordlessly moving for a few moments. She seemed rather pleased by that reaction, and moved to take a drink straight from the barrel. Grin was still rendered temporarily flustered when the pirate girl fell into the barrel. Thankfully, that brought him out of his shock, and he instantly moved towards Squad 6 VC.

Wait, hold up a second, Francis!

Grin stopped, a look of annoyance crossing over his face. "Oh, what the fuck is it now?!"

I can see her panties! Just let me look for a second....

Grin snarled some, and then grabbed Ana's ankles and hefted her out of the barrel upside down. "Oi, you alright there, Jackie Sparrow?"

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It was like the worst ending for a pirate. Pirates know how to swim and here Anastasia was…drowning in a barrel cause she was too fuckin’ hungover. Fuckin’ fantastic. She was gonna die before all of her life long goals. All 1000 of them. Most of them consisted of copious amounts of money she wanted to steal from certain people. Most of which were captains, celebrities, Espada, Sternritters, some important humans.. You know the deal. She couldn’t die now! Not by drowning and especially not in front of tall, blonde and handsome over there! Nuh uh. She’d at least like a little eye candy before she was off to the shinigami heaven.

And suddenly, just like a ray of hope, she was yanked out of the barrel. Instinctively, Anastasia’s hands snapped over to clench either side of the mouth of the barrel, supporting her body up. She coughed, breathing heavily as she continuously gasped for air; her chest rising and falling with each inhale. Air was beautiful. Really. You don’t know that until you can feel the end of your life via drowning. Her hair was soaked and she could feel just how wet her uniform was. She didn't even have to look at herself. She kept up a bit of a coughing fit until everything was all right. But her uniform? It was soaking. Pretty fricken’ wet along with, well, the rest of her. “Heh. You’d think a pirate would get tired of this stuff. Just seems like I can’t keep it off me, y’know~?!” She laughed boisterously as she tried to push herself away from the barrel.

“Thanks mate. I don’t think nearly drowning via barrel was on my list of things to do.” She’d been upside down, but she looked straight at him. Those haunting snow-white irises of hers never failing to lose their streaks of amusement. One hand reached out to gently grab his chin to angle his face towards her”s. “Not unless you were going to try a little CPR on me..” she said with hushed tones. Her lips slowly curled into devilish smile as she raised an eyebrow. Damn right he was her victim for the morning. She wasn’t going to let up! Oh the anticipation was killing her! The sort of reaction she imagined he’d have would be priceless. Anastasia suddenly remembered something and she clicked her tongue in disappointment. She moved on to playing with the tips of his hair which would probably make him uncomfortable. “Ah. I can’t actually. I don’t even remember yer name~!.. I’m sorry handsome. Won’t you remind this lowly pirate the name of a very handsome fellow?”

When she was done teasing him, she lightly tugged at her collar, motioning her head towards it. “..Ye mind lettin’ me down though?…Can I have a new uniform or somethin’ while I’m at it too?“ she asked. Being wet was a complete set up for so many jokes and right now and while she doesn’t mind, she wasn’t up for catching a cold or walking around with cold, wet clothes. That was just ridiculously uncomfortable. If Grin actually dared to look at her, he’d see every damned defined curve of her body… thanks to water. She moved her hand to lightly play with his collar, tracing her finger along the fringe as she spoke. “We’ve got unfinished business I think.. I just can’t seem ta remember what it is. You’ll have to remind me, mate~” And then she looked at him seriously because, she really didn’t remember. She was a bloody drunk! How was she supposed to remember! She didn’t even know his name!

“Seriously, I don’t remember. I’m pretty hungover so you’ll have to excuse me~”

[Francis Grin]

Grin would look at the would-be pirate he was holding by the ankles, a blank look on his face. Normally, a lack of a smile was a bad sign for other people, as it meant that he was about to brutally smear them across every available surface. But right now, Grin was just honestly blanking out. Literally the only people who had so overtly hit on him in his afterlife had been Emiko and Raion. It was quite frankly shocking to the Vice Captain that despite his carefully established shielding against this sort of thing (in other words, the fact that he was annoying as fuck), the Squad 6 Vice Captain was still hitting on him.

Ana would meet no resistance to her light touches, though that mostly seemed to be because the covert noble had completely zoned out. It didn't last long, though. After asking for Grin's name, something in the Vice-Captain's mind seemed to click. "Right, let you down. I can do that," he said, his voice more of a monotone drone than anything else. At that exact moment, he let go of Ana's ankles, dropping her back into the barrel of water.

He would then quickly just heave up the barrel himself, quickly walking through the halls of the barracks and eventually reaching the main fighting arena. As soon as he was there, he'd dump the contents of the container he was hauling around on the ground, pointedly looking away from the soaking wet woman. "Ya owe me a fucking fight, Jackie Sparrow," he said, his smile back now, though his tone was admittedly a bit nervous. "Fight me, and we'll call our debt square. Am I perfectly fucking clear?"

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Anastasia watched the handsome vice captain blank out. She blinked a few times, eagerly anticipating some sort of reaction from him. Instead, he’d gone blank. Was he… Was he day dreaming? Was he flabbergasted? Perhaps he had no idea how to proceed. Most people didn’t. Anastasia was a complete wild card to most. The pretty pirate waited patiently for something new to happen. What happened next, however, was completely out of left field. Even to her. ”Right, let you down. I can do that,” The bloody fucker dropped her back in the barrel. Ah~ It’s quite alright~ Anastasia just chalked it up to him day dreaming about a nice thing she liked to call the ‘horizontal hustle’ between him and herself. ”I don’t think that was it, Anastasia..” Well, even if it wasn’t, she’d like to believe so. The man seemed to be more than just a barrel full of good looks. Heh.

While fantasies that were deemed racy and provocative were nice, the barrel was not. Like, not even a degree better than it was last time. A hint of a troubled squeal could be heard as she collided with the barrel and squirmed about. God. Not this again. It’s not easy breathing underwater. Unless you were a fish or something. Sigh. Anastasia struggled until he finally dropped her out, the remaining water crashing on her. Anastasia coughed, gasping for air. Well.. at least that was the end of that. Fingers found their way to silvery tresses, effectively slicking them back and away from her face and draping over her left shoulder. She looked at him. Maybe he was really fricken’ serious about this debt. What did she do exactly? Or rather, how much money did this guy lose and how much did she owe him? He seemed somewhat serious about her paying him back.

“But really, mate, what’s yer bloody fuckin’ name?” she asked, still lost. Her eyes focused on his stout form. He’d begin to speak. ”Ya owe me a fucking fight, Jackie Sparrow,” W-Was that what she thought it was? Anastasia rose a suggestive eyebrow. Oh yes. It was. That delicious response she was searching for; that nervousness. It was in his voice and his body language. He didn’t even look at her. Anastasia tilted her head, absolutely ready to have fun with this little turn of events. “I’m over here. mate” She’d wait for him to look at her for a moment before sliding a single finger down the fringe of her now soaking yukata, revealing small glimpse of her skin. ”Fight me, an we’ll call our debt square. Am I perfectly fucking clear?” She chuckled. That was it? No money? Nothing? Just a fight? Egh..She hated to fight but it was a hell of a lot cheaper than ryo. It was fucking free. Free was the best price for anything and everything. That was why Anastasia stole in the first place.

Anastasia quickly sprung to her feet, much like a cat would. She had a certain feline grace about her when she wanted to. She walked up to him, getting quite close to him and right in his personal space. She was smiling and moving her head around so that he could finally look her in the eyes. Hey, he wanted her here? He’s got her now. “Well, you're perfect...” she whispered, letting her words hang there in sweet, titillating silence. She bit her bottom lip teasingly, playing with his collar. She looked him right in the eyes. “Your wish is my command, blondie~ Shall we start?” she winked before taking a few steps back and taking her nagamaki out of its belt. She didn’t remove it from its sheathe. That was only because she liked using it like a pole rather than a blade. But hey, if it had to be removed then it’ll be removed. For now though, she was more concerned with her little debt with little short and nameless over here.. Anastasia really wasn’t much of a fighter but if she had to, then she’d put on a good enough show. She’d begin with holding her weapon at arms length and dealing a single horizontal strike to his head.

[Francis Grin]

Grin grimaced as the Squad 6 Vice Captain continued to flirt with him, leaning back just a little bit as she infringed on his personal space. If Emiko ever so much as heard of what was happening, he'd be in the doghouse for.... Quite some time. Fuck, why had he even wanted to fight this devil-woman again?

'Cause I fucking said we should, Francis. And I have to fucking say that the view is even better than I could have hoped for....

Ana would see the covert noble's eye twitch some, and he would lightly shove away the Kuchiki with his right hand, a frown on his face. "Let's just fucking get this over with, Jackie Sparrow." He would fold his left hand behind his back after that, willing the reishi flow within it to alter for one of the family tricks he happened to know.

Ana would take the first swing then, her still-sheathed sword coming in from Grin's left-hand side. The attack instantly brought Grin into his zone, and the smile returned to his face. The Vice-Captain's response to this initial attack was simple. Since he couldn't use his left hand at the moment, that left him with two options: Either block with his right hand, or dodge. The choice was an obvious one to him.

Ana would get the first glimpse of why Grin was a Vice-Captain with that swing. While she was a good deal faster than an ordinary human, Grin was faster still. Not by much, from what she could see, but still faster. As she was swinging her "blade", Grin would quickly spin into a pirouette, gracefully bringing up his right arm impact her sheathed blade at an angle. If he made contact, he'd use the momentum of his spin to deflect the blade, hardly even feeling the blow.

However, that wasn't all he was doing. The Squad 11 Vice Captain would continue spinning after the sword strike, bending his leg to go down a bit further. He'd extend his other leg after that, attempting to sweep his female opponent off of her feet. Ana would have to act quickly to avoid the blow, and almost certainly wouldn't be able to remain standing if the trip attempt connected.

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”Let’s just fucking get this over with, Jackie Sparrow”

“What’s your name, mate?” He just wasn’t going to fucking tell her his name was he. Did he know her’s? Anastasia couldn’t remember if she told him or not. She shrugged, smirking a little. It didn’t matter to her. She knew he found her just a little attractive and maybe just a little scary. Just a little. He seemed quite bothered by her advanced. "They do say blondes know how to have fun..” Her voice lingered on. She looked at him with a new look; one of determination. As if him being bothered would stop Anastasia from doing anything. “Can’t wait see what you can do!.. Oh, but handsome, you owe me a name after this.. Unless ye want a nickname like shorty or shortstuff to stick around ye o’ course, aru~” She smiled, poking a bit of fun at the blondie.

She swung her weapon. He had a few choices. Block, dodge.. you know, standard stuff. What she wasn’t expecting though… was for the man to break out in a pirouette. Well, well, well… wasn’t he a pretty ballerina? Heh. He was fast. That’s for sure. Actually, he was faster than her! He’d parried her weapon off to the side and she just… let it go, allowing it to fall. Instead, she moved a small step up to catch her weapon with the other hand whilst he was in the mildly of spinning. She was now one whole step closer to him. He’d avoided her blade but no one would do such a pretty move without following up on it right?

Maybe. Who knows. She didn’t know his style. All Anastasia really could do was assume. So what if she’d make an ass of herself?! It was all she could really go off of. Blondie was already demonstrating himself to be physically stronger than her. That’s daunting…. She liked daunting. It may have meant an ass beating (heh. don’t do it.) but everything’s an experience right? Adventures and crazy shit were always fun to the pirate. Most people did something after they parried the other person’s weapon like that, right? It happened in most of her experiences. He’d continue to spin and instead of taking a small step, Anastasia would take a larger step forward, nearly completing the distance between the two. That’s two steps made so far. If he was going to take her down, then he best believed that he was going down with her.

He was spinning after all. What’s a step or two between the both of them? They’d only been just a few feet away from each other. They couldn’t have been very far away considering he wasn’t using a weapon and his height. He was going to follow up. Blondie made the decision to sweep his leg…which was totally successful. However, his success was not without repercussion. “Oopsie daisies~!” As soon as Anastasia started to fall, her free hand snapped out to grab his shirt in the stomach area. The stomach because that was where he’d have a harder time swatting her hand away because she went lower. Lower you go, the harder it was to defend. Or something weird like that. If she was successful in grabbing his shirt, well she’d still go do down, but she wouldn’t go down easy. Not only that, but she could easily go on the offense. He’d seemingly put quite a bit of momentum into his move so maybe, on his end, there was no stopping.

Shortstuff’s moves were both successful. Anastasia just chose to react to it instead. A nagamaki was known for being pole-like in nature. It had a longer hilt than it did blade; which meant that Anastasia could cover more distance than the average katana user. All she had to do was use her still-sheathed nagamaki like a pole and ram it up the blonde’s nose which would not only make his head reel backwards, but maybe, potentially give him a bloody nose. If it connected she’d let go and fall backwards just like she was supposed to earlier from his sweep. Hopefully, her blow would create a bit of distance. The female Kuchiki would slide herself backwards, creating more distance He wasn’t to be trifled with in close quarters. Though, she wasn’t too sure of that. Physically, Anastasia was weak and this man was pretty much everything she wasn’t combat wise; strong and speedy. Still, it was worth a try.

Anastasia remained on the ground, legs extended, sitting lazily. It appeared to be lazy, she’d be ready to do something but she wanted to see him move first. She grinned cheekily at the shorter man. “Didn’t take you for the ballerina type~” Her hands moved behind her, planting themselves on the ground to keep herself up. “But that’s not all you can do… right, mate?” He could take that any way he liked. She really was just taunting him though. Just a bit. It was a more playful taunt than anything else really. She figured he’d still be uncomfortable but this spar was starting to take on its own atmosphere… At least to Ana it was. It was something of competitive playfulness which she had no objection to. She was looking forward to see what he’d do next.

[Francis Grin]

Ooooh, ain't she a fucking graceful one! Nice way to roll with yer disarm there, Francis! You better give her my fucking compliments on that, or I'll fucking torment you every time you try to sleep for the next decade.

Grin hated to admit it, but Myou was right. That had been a good move. Almost like something he'd pull off. It was stylish, had a good deal of finesse to it, and even had that slight showy nature that defined how he usually fought. Hell, all it was missing was an attempt to put the opponent off bal- Wait, had she just grabbed a fistful of his robes?

Grin hadn't totally expected that, mostly due to how fucking flustered She-Devil was making him. The surprise, combined with Ana's tug, was enough to send the shorter Shinigami somewhat off balance. He wouldn't fall all the way, of course. Years of acrobatics training did wonders with establishing how you should keep your balance, and more importantly in this case, how to recover it. However, before he was able to spring back up, his hands would instinctively reach forward to try and grab onto something to steady himself as he fell. And grab onto something they did.

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Meanwhile...

Marvin "Detroit" Thompson was at his usual post at the Squad 11 Barracks entrance. Certainly wasn't an exciting job, but as their Vice Captain said, "Someone had to fucking do it." And he'd drawn the short straw at that meeting, so here he was. Besides, it wasn't all bad. He could at least bring a magazine or two, maybe catch up on Soul Food for a bit, and work on writing an article for that esteemed newspaper as well.

In fact, writing an article was exactly what he was doing at that exact moment. He'd heard that Shorty McShortenson (AKA Kazuko Shiba) and The Artist formerly known as Boomerang Boy (AKA Raygin Kawada) had been collaborating on slipping testosterone pills into Shade's food so he could be a bit more manly. Or was it horse growth hormones so he could get that goat-sex-change operation that he wanted? Eh, knowing the Kawada head (which he didn't, but he'd heard plenty about him!) it was probably the latter. And he knew that the information was completely accurate, too. After all, he'd heard it from none other than the likes of Kaen De Mona, the 3rd seat of Squad 14, and Caeser Naito, the Captain of Squad 16! At least, that was the names he remembered for them.

It was as he was writing it that he would hear a slight giggle behind him, causing him to almost jump out of his skin. He would quickly turn around, hand heading towards his Zanpakuto, to be confronted by....

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{Emiko Shihoin}

He would sigh in relief, moving his hand away from his sword. "Scared the shit out of me there, Lady Shihoin. Do you always have to sneak up on me like that?"

Grin's wife would giggle again, shaking her head. "Awwwwwhhh, did I scare poor widdle Detroit? I'm sorry. And yes, I do have to sneak up on you. Your Vice-Captain's traps are good, but sometimes a personal touch is needed to keep people on their toes."

Detroit would grumble under his breath for a moment. "Yeah, yeah. You Onmitsukido types are all about that constant preparedness thing, aren't you? Speaking of, here to speak to Vice-Captain Shortround about Sneaky-Sneaky, Stabby-Stabby business?"

Emiko would laugh, hitting the gate guard on the back as she did so. He flinched some at the blow. The woman was a lot stronger than she looked. A lot like the Vice Captain in that regard, actually."He'd beat the crap out of you if he ever heard you calling him that, Marvin. And yes, I'm here to talk to him about Sneaky-Sneaky, Stabby-Stabby stuff, complete with catsuits, Bikinis, and warm sandy beaches."

He'd chuckle some at that. He'd seen how awkward his Vice Captain was around Emiko at times. Hell, it didn't take a genius to figure out there was something going on between them when she made her surprise visits here. He even knew that Grin didn't actively work for the Onmitsukido anymore, ever since Kenryoku Kawada had taken control of Squad 2. Not that Detroit could blame him in that regard. Not only was Grin older than the Captain, he also loathed him for his reputation. In fact, his exact words were "Fucking asshole who'd execute his own fucking mother if it meant he could glorify his family for a few fucking seconds." And what's more, Emiko knew he knew. She just didn't mind, and took it as a reason to talk with him before she visited Grin. In return, he kept it on the down low, and out of Soul Food. After all, he'd have to be a dick to interfere with their happiness.

"Sounds like a blast, then. I'm sure you're both wearing bikinis, right? Also, he's not in his office right now. Squad 6 Vice Captain stopped by, and he took the opportunity to con her into a spar. Poor girl's probably so in over her head right now, it's not even funny."

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Back in the Coliseum

Grin was so in over his fucking head that it wasn't even remotely fucking funny. He'd grabbed her fucking boobs on accident!!! Oh fucking sweet christ in heaven, he was fucking doomed. Not in battle, oh no. Thankfully, his... clutching rescue from falling had interfered with the other Vice Captain's blow more than a little bit. Hell, it would be awkward as hell to move her sword around while he had a hold of her like this.

Oh no, what doomed him was the fact that Emiko was going to fucking kill him when she found out about this. Ana would be able to see the look of absolute terror on his face, and he was standing absolutely still, as if he were petrified. What was worse was that due to the strength difference between them, she wouldn't be quite able to just slip out of his grip with anything resembling ease. ... Welp, it seemed that she had managed to fully break the Squad 11 Vice Captain, at least. Even if she was currently stuck with Grin holding onto her chest with a deathgrip born out of fear.

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So...Uh...Can I get this graded? Lol.

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

+210 TP