Blue Jays [Social/Open]

[Jade Kimura]

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It was a beautiful night in Karakura town. The moon was full, the night was cool and a gentle breeze was blowing gently through the town. A dark haired woman would be walking down the streets in a long black drench coat. A pair of small black heals was the only thing visible since her hands were tucked into her pockets. This woman was beautiful beyond compare with soft features and the largest green eyes that shimmered like emeralds in the night. But what made her so different was her extremely long dark brown locks that fall down beneath her waist and was bundled up into a white cloth keeping it in a ponytail like state. Her side pieces were long as well falling passed her shoulders and were bundled up in the same manner with the left piecing having two bronze bells hanging from it. Her hair styled was topped off with eyebrow length bangs.

The woman came to a stop at the corner of the street and looked behind her as if she was expecting to see someone. Blinking to herself she looked away and crossed the street and entered into a bar that had Blue Jay in neon blue lights above the door. As she opened the door a few people turned from their tables to see who it was and most of them would watch her as she walked over to the bar. Stopping at one of the seats she undid her jacket tie and the buttons before shrugging it off gently before placing it down on the bar. She would take a seat on the stool crossing her legs gently. Knocking on the bar gently she smiled and waved. The bar tender who was cleaning glasses at the other side of the bar looked up and smiled. Placing the cup he was working on he walked over to his new customer.

”How are you this evening Esmeralda?” asked the bar tenderd with a smirk before continuing, ”The usual I assume?” Esmeralda giggled soft at the greeting before nodding. The bar tender gave her a single nod before he headed off to make her usual. Esmeralda always came to this bar on Friday nights after a long week at the medical clinic she worked at. Esmeralda wasn’t much of a party night person but she enjoyed her Friday nights at the bar. It was a time where she can decompress from the week and get the latest updates. Unknown to most people was that this bar was the place to learn of unusual events. Unusual events were normally spirited related like hollows and shinigami. The bar tender here was the owner of this bar and was the one you went to if you needed Intel of what has been going on in town.

”So how have you been Dai-chan,” smiled Esmeralda her chin resting in the palm of her hand as she smiled up at the older man as he placed a bright blue drink in a martini glass. ”I have been very well. And there hasn’t been anything new popping up so don’t ask,” replied Dai-chan whose real name was Dainichi but Esmeralda tended to shorten peoples’ names. Esmeralda pouted slightly as she picked up her drink with both hands and took a small sip. ”You are a bartending god,” giggled Esmeralda as a smile cross her lips. This little blue cocktail was a Blue Lagoon part vodka part lemon juice part Blue Curaçao. It wasn’t on the menu but Dai made it just for Esmeralda when she came in. ”You are too kind Esmeralda. But how has your week been. Any interesting cases?” chuckled Dai softly. Esmeralda took another few sips of her drink before reply

”Nope nothing unusual, just the same old, colds, street fighting boys and Kamichi-chan,” responded Esmeralda sweetly as she tilted her head to the side and closed her eyes as she spoke this.

[Marcelius]

Friday night in the realm of the living. Always a darling time filled with the excitement of adventurous youths and the warmth of families staying home together. This was the night of the week, were all business was put to rest. The time when the denizens of the human world, took time for themselves...to be what they wanted to be. Not focusing on work. Not worrying about school. No obligations or commotements, just plans made in anticipation; which could change to suit the desires of the evening.

Friday night marks the time of relaxation, for most, and it is the joy that such a day brings which Marcelius savoured. Throughout the city, where spirits and humans mingle; Marc could hear a symphony which belonged to life itself. It is what brought him here, and what kept him around. Whatever mood the musicians who make this sweet melody are in, determines the quality of it's sound. Joy has always been the greatest splendor for his 'ears'. Once again, as the day begins to settle into the shadows, the joyous orchestra commences. Once again, Marcelius has come to pay witness to it's beauty.

But oh, how his old mind has become quite fickle. Distractions are abounding, for attentive soul such as himself. One moment he is swept away by the noise of the world...and the next, he has drowned out the songs in order to observe a singular performer. Even though he possessed the strength to reign in his attention, he had no reason to do so. Well, not just yet anyways. For now he remained seated, almost comfortably, upon a simple park bench. To the West he observed the final moments of glimmering sunset...fading over the mountain's crest.

Even one such as him, who did not particularly care for the Sun's overt presence during the day...always felt a sense of loss, to see it fade from the sky. A magical sight, which when paired with fine music, made for an exceptional vista. Exceptional, but fading. Now the moon rose to claim the empty heavens. This is when the ol' Hollow would start to stir. After all, he had seen too much moonlight in his long life, to still find it enthralling. Like fine art that never looses it's message, but no longer pulls the eye. And so, he shifted his weight on the bench...while readying himself for the trip home. Yes, his sunset had ended and he needed to return.

Unlikely as it may be, a new sound caught his notice. Playing, sweetly, through the cool dusk air. Turning his head, this way and that, seeking the composure of this tender song. That is when he spotted, Jade. Small in build, soft in spirit. A human, one of interesting demeanor. Almost like a Siren, the song of this soul called him to keep a watchful eye. As if entranced, and unable to glance elsewhere. How alarming it was, to see his target glance suspiciously over the shoulder. It was enough to make him turn away...though the distance between them proved too great for him to be the culprit being looked for. Still, it is funny how individuals can sense such things.

Another moment passed, another second that Marcelius wished to lift from his seat. The bench had grown quite unpleasant with time, as opposed to him becoming more accustomed. To his great joy, his newest fascination -Jade- had chosen to seek shelter inside a small bar. Being all the way at the opposite end of the block, it made him groan to think of all those steps he would need to take. But like every stubborn old codger with a goal, he wrestled up the resolve to simply bite the bullet. Thus, his long stride carried him across the vacant park and to the tavern door.

By the time he reached it, he could already taste the drink he planned to order. With the groan of weathered metal, the bar suddenly filled with another brush of the chilly, night air. Almost as suddenly as the breeze swept through, it was gone again...all that remained was the new figure in the doorway. Standing over six feet in height, with a figure defined by broad shoulders, the newcomer was quite the oddity in any Japanese establishment. Stepping from the darkness of the foyer, the first detail which came to light was his astonishing blonde hair. Though hints of white lingered near his sideburns, the color was still rich towards the top. Definitely a foreigner.

Coming to the bar, where only a few customers resided, he took his seat two stools from one individual, in particular. Not that it needed to be surmised, but it was Jade whom he positioned himself near. Now in the light of the bar's lamps, it was easier to make out more of his details. Such as the faint wrinkles by his eyes, which confessed a considerable age. Then there was the paleness of his skin, which even the most Heliophobic of Japanese natives could not attain. Dressed in a dark suit, complete with a white shirt and golden yellow tie, he had the dressings of a businessman. One of considerable wealth, perhaps? In the end, when his deep voice politely asked the barkeep for a glass of water, he turned to face Jade directly. With eyes the same dark, bottomless color of the sky she recently left outside, seemed to stare straight into her soul. Yet, he ruined any chance he had of intimidation...with a gentle smile and an aura which felt like family. Giving a nod in greeting, he calmly waited for his drink...

(OoC: Since the Bartender is a character you introduced, I felt it appropriate that you run all actions for him. A NPC, to move the plot as you choose! Hope my post was good, and that we have fun!)

[Jade Kimura]

Esmeralda whose real name was Jade giggled softly as a joke the bartender had made before blinking. Jade turned his head slightly and looked to the corner of his eye. From this new position he could see the door but the door was framing a strange figure. It was a very large man who made Jade’s heart skip because the man had similar factors like her pass father had. Jade’s father was an American with blonde hair and was just as tall as the man before her. Swallowing thickly, Jade turned back to the bar quickly and took another sip from her drink. ”Something wrong Esmeralda?” asked Dai as he raised an eyebrow as he noticed the young woman’s sudden shift. Esmeralda looked from her drink and gave Dai a soft smile. ”Nothing’s wrong just got a little chill from the door,” giggled Jade as she took another sip of her drink before placing it down on the bar.

”What can I get for you this evening?” asked Dai to someone beside Jade. Jade turned her head once again to see that it was the man who was originally at the door was now about two seats from her. The man would respond softly with water. Dai nodded and went to the other side of the bar to retrieve a glass. Jade let her eyes focus on Dai as he removed a glass from the glass shelf behind the bar. Dai would then scoop up some ice and pour it into the glass before spraying water into it from the gun. Jade could feel the other’s eyes on the back of her neck. Jade would then fallow Dai with her eyes as he walked over to the other. Jade would turn slightly in her swivel chair to slightly face the two as Dai rested his arms on the bar and gave the other man a smirk.

”Well you are a newcomer. What has brought you to the Blue Jay?” asked Dai as he tilted his head to the side with a curious look on his face. Jade shivered slightly at the look. Dai might not look it but he was quite well trained in sensing spiritual being and that look was the look when Dai has spotted one. Jade nibbled on her lip as she looked to the other. Jade wasn’t all that good at sensing others and the ability itself wasn’t all the important to Jade, since she was never looking for a battle. Jade sighed softly as she watched Dai build himself up. Dai is always like this with new costumers and is even worst with those who weren’t “human”. Jade mentally slapped her forehead before clearing her throat.

”Please excuse Dai-chan. For a bartender his manners are quite out of practice. My name is Esmeralda. I am a regular here,” smiled Jade as she swiveled her chair to face the other and placed one elbow on the bar and rested her chin in the palm of her hand. ”You’re too nice,” muttered Dai softly as he gave the man a dark look before heading back to the other side of the bar to continue his cleaning duties. Jade giggled softly at her friends overbearing behavior. ”Ignore him he is normally like that with new people. So what’s your name? I haven’t seen you around this part of town before. Are you new” asked Jade as he uncrossed his legs and recrossed them in a new order. Curiosity crossed his eyes wondering what a man looking like this would be doing in this town.

[Marcelius]

Now...this was a pleasant surprise. To have wandered into any random bar of this district, and found the only one which catered to the Spiritually Aware. It was a look, a glimmer of sorts, which filled the bartender's eyes. This small flicker is what clued Marcelius on his situation. The eyes had a sense of understanding about them. Curiosity yes, to match his tone and words...but a foundation of knowledge to support it. The Arrancar's inhuman aspects were already discovered, but given the level of reaction...his racial profile seemed to remain a mystery. This was, to put it lightly, an enormous relief.

Being of his kind, Marc was quite accustomed to animosity and disrespect. Often times, such negative emotions empowered flagrants into even attacking him. Unlike the rest of his breed, he supremely despised such conflict. Seeking to avoid what confrontations might happen or have even already begun. Thus his affection for going unnoticed in the world of the living, where often the individuals around him had little recourse or justification to think poorly of him. With such affection, a distate eventually brewed towards those who could sense him. Where such awareness lay, trouble would follow his gentle footsteps.

So...a portion of what he was had now been uncovered. Call it luck, or call it misfortune? Perhaps it was far to early to tell. However, what was for certain, was the necessity of caution. Caution that he his manners or behavior did not slip, and misrepresent his intentions or passivity. To that end, he expressed his gratitude for the drink...with a tone which could warm even the brisk chill of tonight's winter air. "Arigato gozimasu..." Perhaps the native tongue, would disperse with the distrust? Who could say. Successful or not, he would still express polite thanks. Next however, was the concerning character of young Esmeralda...who so kindly spoke in his defense.

Extending his hand, an offering in greeting, his deep voice rose up once more. "Marcelius. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Esmeralda. And your's as well...Dai-san." Blues eyes moving from Jade's to the watchfukl pair; which lingered behind the bar. Unlike the young Fullbringer, who's eyes seemed to shimmer at all times, his blue pools never appeared to catch any light. It is superstion, in more ancient parts of the world, that such eyes were the sign of soulful, sagely wisdom. In others...such darkness is considered a possession.

In the end, possessed or wise, his gaze fell back onto Esmeralda. Not that Dai-san was not fascinating to garner observation, mind you...he was simply being watched through alternative lenses. Besides, it was Jade who had originally caught Marc's attention. Not with for beauty of appearance, but beauty of sound. A sound, which came from only the sweetest of souls. A sound...which at this moment, immersed Marc it's amiable chorus. Listening to it was, soothing. The large man found it somewhat challenging to hear her words, through the serene music. Yet a smile still greeted her inquiry, and after refreshing himself with the icy water, "New...now that is a word I have not heard describe me, in quite some time." It was hard to deny how pleasant Marc could be. Expressing no ill towards Dai-san's shortness, and finding humor in his own age. The Arrancar was nothing, if not sweet.

"Ah, yes. I am new to this part, but not to the town itself. Truthfully, I find myself making frequent trips to Karakura these days." Once more, raising the glass to his lips. This time, finishing the water off. Having groan so complacent watching the sunset, the long walk across the park had proven quite dehydrating. Though his demeanor was calm, poised...he had been rather thirsty. Ah, but that business was now out of the way. Setting the glass back down, he turned back to Jade. "With all my increased time in the region, it seemed pertinent to find more places to rest and enjoy my stay. Thus...Blue Jays. Which, to my delight, has the lovely park outside. One which gets one of the best views of the winter sunset. A real treasure." With a modest sigh, conveying his slow acclamation to the new environment, "I may attempt being a regular, myself."

Through his soft speech, the old man gave much about his character. Marcelius appeared to be a soul of simple pleasures, one who neither thought poor or fondly of travel. His foreign qualities, yes, those were quite confirmed. But with his proper enunciation of both Japanese and Spanish, Dai-san and Esmeralda respectively, it was clear he was cultured. In the very least, Marc was educated properly. Not a fool, but open with his words and charming to boot. How could anyone think poorly of such a man? Human or not...was he really that bad? "Another water, if it is not too much trouble?" Turning to Dai-san, still wearing a very pleasant smirk. "So...Esmeralda. I have to confess, I have not met anyone with that name in decades. Your parents have great taste."

[Jade Kimura]

Jade gave the other a soft smile as he spoke his own name. ”Marcelius. What an interesting name. If you don’t mind me asking where are you from originally?” asked Jade as she tilted her head to the side in a cute fashion with a very curious look in her eyes again. Jade had never left her country of Japan so meeting others from different parts of the world was always exciting to her. But her attention was brought back to the bar as a soft click sounded from it. Blinking Jade saw her now originally empty glass sitting full. ”arigato Dai-chan,” smiled Jade as she reached out with her hand and picked between her fingers before bringing it to her lips and taking a small sip.

”If I may ask what brings you to this little town. We here in Karakura aren’t all that special at least from what I have learned in the handful of years I have lived here, but I can say this bar is quiet special. Right Dai-chan!” giggled Jade as he called out to Dai. Dai looked up from his glasses and smirked. Jade grinned like a little kid as she took another sip of her drink before turning her attention back to her new friend. ”I don’t know about sunsets over here since I am normally over here by the time its dark out. I work overtime at this clinic I work at. There always seems to be last minute patients who walk in right before my shift ends,” explained Jade as she placed in her hands into her lap.

Jade’s outfit was a bit strange since it was just an oversized sweater that fell off one shoulder slightly and fell to her mid-thigh with a simple silver and black necklace over it. Her shoes were a pair of simple black strapped up heals that made the small young woman Jade was a little taller by two inches. Jade’s outfits on nights like this were normally like this since he came straight here after work. Even with the strangeness of her attire she always got the normal cat calls and flirts from the local men of the bar but Jade being who she was fended them off in her sweet gentle manner.

Dai came back over to their side of the bar again with another glass of iced water trading out the empty glass for the new full one. Dai gave Jade an eyebrow before speaking out, ”Esmeralda, I am going to go to the back would you mind watching the bar for me,” asked Dai softly. Jade smiled softly and nodded her head as she watched the exited from behind the bar and entered through a backdoor that had employees only printed across it. Jade watched every step the man took before he disappeared behind the door. Blinking slightly to herself she turned her attention back to Marcelius as he asked her about her nickname. ”Ah yes Esmeralda. That’s not my given name. Dai-chan is actually the one who gave it to me the first time we met and it’s stuck ever since. It might not look it but Dai used to live in Spain when he was younger and he very fluent in Spanish too. But funny thing is no one in the bar actually knows my real name. They all call me Esmeralda,” responded Jade laughing slightly as she did.

”Do you not drink alcohol because of medication or is it a choice?” asked Jade as she noticed the only thing he has ordered were water. Most people who came to a bar ordered something at least a beer if anything.

[Marcelius]

Where was Marcelius from...originally? Now that, was the question of a lifetime. Quite literally. It was a question which had occupied the Arrancar's thoughts for as long as he could remember. It was the question of a life time, for despite his great age, no answer had yet been found. This was not always strange, not for his people. Nothing was ever odd for Hollows. His kind is born from the dissatisfaction of human souls at the moment of death. When the individual finally passes, if they heart's are filled with enough regrets, then they simply do not pass on. Instead, their pain and agony takes on a form of it's own. This is when they first receive their Mask, a shield to hide their former self from the tragedies which befell them in life.

At this same moment, a Hole forms within them, signifying the closure they died with out. What did all of this have to do with his faulty memories? Simply put, when their new life begins...facts from the old one can be lost. Some Hollows might forget nothing, or only details which might seem trivial to their new existence. Other Hollows completely blank on whatever had existed before their rebirth. Marcelius was the latter, or so he believed...but for him the situation was complicated. In his soul, and in his mind; Marcelius contained the memories of an unbelievable population. Like all Hollows, he was filled with the souls of each person he ever devoured. Unlike the rest, he could hear them and their memories...with absolute certainty. Their thoughts and pasts, were as much his as they were theirs.

So...when young Jade asked just where Marc had come from, millions of possible answers arose. Any one of them could be the truth, but how was he or anyone supposed to know? It was sad really, to have so many...many stories inside of one's self, but without hope of ever knowing which was the original. Then came another possible answer, one which supplied a reasonable consolation for his deficinet memory. There was always Hueco Mundo. Those moonlit sands were as much his home and birthplace as any on the earth. Ah, but such a home was infamous. Confessing such a place as his residence would surely ruin the fairly delightful night he was habing, thus far. Ah, these manners of thoughts, always worked quickly to disrupt whatever mild happiness the old soul managed to hold together.

But how could he stop to pity himself? After all, his lovely young friend was expecting an answer. Within Jade's notions, Marc could detect that same wonder and intrigue which filled the hearts of all starry-eyed youths. Even though the question prompted a slight frown from the Arrancar, he soon twisted it back around. Turning back to Esmeralda with the same gentle smirk from before, "Thank you, I find that it suits me well enough. And I, like my name, come from distant lands. But I never had any parents to tell me where I come from. I have seen and lived all over, so...I suppose I would be a citizen of the world?" With a soft chuckle, Marc appeared to find his vagabond's history quite humorous. Or so he would have Jade believe.

"Where you come from rarely means much to the world you head into, so I have never found myself at a loss for not knowing." Warmth continued to roll off his lips, as the kind elder spoke freely with his audience. Eyeing the refill which Dai-san offered his favorite customer, hoping that his own request had not been out of line. If it were, he could not possibly know. There were always secret etiquette within the world of the living, hidden procedures which Marc was still unfamiliar with. Given the displeasure his initial arrival had caused, he needed to keep a cautious eye on the mannerisms of those around him.

Before he could indulge in his paranoia, the sweet voice spoke out once more. It would appear that Jade was quite the curious spirit. Such tendencies were something Marc found fondness for. There was a connection in curiosity. Spirits which desired information, whom wished to farm better understanding, always felt akin to Marcliues. No matter what race or creed someone might be, mutual interest could bridge the gaps. In a world where most life would prefer to see his corpse than his smile, he had to strive for every small token of harmony he came across. That is why he found answering her questions, despite the difficulties they may provide his guise, such a treat.

"Ash, Karakura has many reasons for me to visit. Though I often find myself here on business..." With a quick sigh, he made his distaste for his job quite clear. "I do sometimes enjoy vacations here." Given Jade's mention of the area's lack of excitement or activity, Marc's affection became quite questionable. What could the old man truly enjoy about such a place? "There is something about this town; which seems to always draw my mind back to it. Like I have become smitten with the city itself. How funny does that sound?" Yet again, another quiet laugh built on self amusement. This is all followed Dai-san and Esmeralda's exchange. A moment which only added to the sincerity of Marc's claims.

With such a happy relationship such as theirs around, the Arrancar's mood could not help but be cheery. The allure of Karakura was not unknown to the elder. He knew well that it was the high concentration of spiritual activity that brought him back. With such concentration of pressure, here Marcelius could observe the drama -both good and bad- of everyday human life...with the greatest of ease. As beautiful as any sunset, was the music of a spiritually active community. With that said, or thought...or whatever goes on internally with Marc, "Do not worry, there will be a great many more sunsets in your life. You will start to notice them more and more, as time goes on." Though poets might claim such a line as depressing, or hopeless in it's meaning...Marcelius' voice was of purest joy. Natural beauties were high on his list of "likes"(I get this is a bad, fourth wall breaking pun...but it is true!).

The moment seemed to pass, before Dai-san issued his request of innocent Esmeralda. "Guard the bar", now if that was not trust...what could be? This establishment was that man's lifeblood. It could be senesed, even without Marcelius' unique perspective. The man made his living from this place...and not a living of monetary value, but of spirit. There had been a bond, strong as the soul, between those two. Marc noticed it even when he first arrived. Jade was something special to Dai-san, but, whatever that was did remain a small mystery. Either way. Seeing the small act of trust, made Marc recall his own daughter. Miho and her old bag of dirt, had only recently learned to trust one another with that same level of respect. Well...to be fair, Marcelius had trusted her all along. Still, similarities were there.

Which gave rise to the question, was Dai-san some form of relative to Jade? Adopted, or otherwise? About the same time he began to ponder this mystery, a new clue came into the picture. "A nickname? Ah, I see...", with his head twisted back towards her, his smile brighter with this new revelation. It was an answer to why he heard a different name, Jade, being spoken within the song. More of a breakthrough, was the building connection between Jade and Dai-san. Wishing to pose a question over just that fact, the old gentleman waited quietly for Jade to finish. "Spain you say? I have not see that part of the world...hah, well, it feels like centuries."

Though there was actual truth to this, the sly ol' Arrancar managed to speak with a certain flare, that made it feel more hyperbole. "Well, then I suppose it is Dai-san with the great taste, after all. Shame that he did not seem too keen on me at first meeting..." There it was, the pettiness of a Hollow. Though many may claim not to have them, within all of their kind are frivolous about one fact or another. For Marcelius, it was the avarice of having each person he meets...well, like him. A simple chore one may assume, but not so easy for an Arrancar. Regardless, at least part of his desire was fulfilled. Jade did not seem to mind him. Appearing happy enough, the elder did what he could to safeguard that tolerance.

"No, no..." At least, he hoped "no". Honestly, "medication" threw him off. It forced him to glimpse for answer in her own mind, to discover what that big, modern word meant exactly. In the end, the Medic's answer was clear. He was older looking, in a bar meant for alcoholic beverages, drinking water. Clearly, pills had to be involved. Here was hoping that his honesty, did not work against him. Especially considering recent events, which taught him that humans are very distrusting of anything...even minutely outside the norm. "I simply prefer the taste of water, always have. I...have never enjoyed the feeling of intoxication, either. Worse still, I have no tolerance for it."

Once more a chuckle, and though it was at his expense, this time it actually seemed to hurt him a bit. No man enjoys being weak willed under the influence of liquor. Less still did Marc, who had family which drank like camels with depression issues. Finishing his second glass of water, he offered another cozy smile. "Asking...that was not your way of offering to buy me a drink, was it?" Ah, smooth as a senior, it's more cute than anything. Especially such a feeble attempt. "I must say, that would have been quite flattering. But, Dai-san would certainly lose what patience he has with me. Too which I cannot place blame. After all, if my daughter did such...well, it would rattle my nerves to say the least."

[Jade Kimura]

Curious look crossed the young woman’s face. Traveling was something that interested Jade since she had never left the motherland and ventured out of the world she grew to know. She had heard many stories about other lands from people who passed through and her fascination with the world grew even more. Jade was scared to leave home alone and with the added stress of her being a target it was even more frightening to leave the safety of Karakura Town. ”So you are a traveler. What is your favorite place you visited. If I could travel I would love to go and visited Paris and see the Eiffel Tower. I heard France is a beautiful country but I also heard the French are snobs. Is that true?” asked Jade who’s curiosity quickly took over his voice. Jade wasn’t trying to sound to eager but Jade love hearing stories of foreign countries it just excited her to no end.

Then Jade listened with curiosity filling her up at his explanation. Turning to face the bar Jade pick up her drink and in one sip, she finished her drink. ”I would blame the high concentration of spiritual presents. This town is filled with all sorts of spirits and it both intrigues me and frightens me at the same time that I can see these things before my own eyes,” admitted Jade as she started to feel slightly fuzzed over. Jade wasn’t a heavy weight it took only a couple of martinis to get her buzzed to the point where she wasn’t completely sure what she was saying but was able to speak as if she wasn’t buzzed at all. ”You probably don’t believe me when I told you that did you. But I do see spirits mostly humans but from time to time I see these giant masked creatures who let out the most offal cry I have ever heard. Its both painful and sad to hear like they are suffering. Then there are these other types of spirits they dress in such strange cloths all black and they are the most graceful creatures I have ever seen,” giggled Jade as the booze was slowly taking effect of her head.

But as the other brought up Dai’s attitude towards the other Jade just waved her hand up and down and smiled. ”Ignore Dai. He has a very narrow view on people. He isn’t the most opened minded person which is strange since I am the most open minded person I believe. But he doesn’t like your feel. Dai kinda has a sixth sense and can sense the type spirit people have. He can see the different between normal people and those who are different ,” explained Jade with a smile as she pushed her hair chunk behind her ear causing the bells to ring softly. IT was true Dai was able to sense the different in spiritual pressure and those who have a higher spiritual pressure than Jade he tends to see as the enemy. Dai has little trust in the unknown and exiles them. Jade is one of the only exceptions to his rule.

But as the other continues Jade blinked in surprise as the suggested that Dai was Jade’s father or something. Jade gave a somewhat cute snort and covered her mouth quickly after that to cover her giggles. ”Dai-chan isn’t my father or anything. Both my parents passed away when I was still a teenager. Dai-chan is just a friend of my teacher. Dai-chan looks after me when my teacher is off on business. I’ve known Dai-chan ever since I moved here and he treats be as his daughter which gets a tad annoying but it’s kinda nice,” giggled Jade as she tried to calm her laughter as she spoke. Jade and alcohol is like a giggling fest. Jade will giggle at almost anything and many people find it adorable.

”Neh Esmie!! Can you grab me a beer?” called a man from down the bar as he help up a brown bottle which was empty. Jade blinked as she turned her attention to the man before nodding. Jade stood up on the stool and used her new friend’s shoulder as a place to steady her as she stepped up onto the bar. Taking a moment to feel her legs she tapped her toes on the bar surface causing a soft click sound to radiate through the bar before she jumped onto the ground with amazing grace for someone under the influence. Skipping along the side of the bar Jade opened one of the fridges and pulled out another bear. Placing the top of the beer under the bar she pulled gently causing the cap to pop off before trading the empty bottle for a new full one.

”Thanks Esmie,” chuckled the man as he took a swing before going back into the conversation with the man beside him. Jade smile before placing her hands behind her back and held them together before skipping back over to the older blonde male. ”Is there anything I can get for you other than water Celius-sama,” giggled Jade in a buzzed like fasion as she placed her arms on the bar and leaned down onto them her smallish breasts barley grazing the wooden surface, ”I can make you a Shirley. I love Shirleys. I normally drink those after Dai-chan cuts me off from booze.” Another fit of giggles escaped her throat before smiling at the other like a high school girl.

[Marcelius]

"Le soleil brille plus lumineuse sur la France. Les collines de la Gaule dépasser la beauté du ciel. There is nowhere I have found, which rivals the beauty of the French countryside at sunset. There is a life there, a glow which the land exudes...it is enough to stir the dead to rise." As he spoke, he seemed to drift from the conversation. It was as if his attention were called by some distant, invisible beckoning. This was the reclamation of memories, nostalgia gripping his thoughts as if they were reigned. What were mere words for Jade, were feelings for him. Where the human had to imagine the scene he described, the Hollow had actually traveled the great vastness which separated the bar and those foreign lands. Ah, but even lost in dreams, thirst still managed to antagonize him. His lips meeting the cool glass, sampling the freshened aqua. With the chill of the ice biting at his teeth, he found reason to not down the entire serving. A good thing too, the pain; which snapped him back from his delusions. With a flutter of his eyes, it seemed his mind was treading on Japanese soil once more.

Turning to look in her direction, a clear flush running beneath his skin. It was embarrassing to return from deep thought in such a fashion. Hopefully, young Jade would not be to crass with him for his "spaciness". "As for the quality of the people's character...well, they have much to be proud of. The Italians act much the same, as do the residents of Spain. But do not be discouraged, for it would seem no different from your own people's self confidence. As one who has seen and lived in all these homes, I assure you, the bad qualities are often exaggerated. Far exaggerated." Taking another quick sip, his drink soon found itself on the counter. Empty. "I would recommend, that as soon as you are able, take a trip to anywhere but here. Even places you had not considered before." Laying his arms onto the bar, he crossed his fingers into one another. His words speaking softly, brimming with encouragement. "Other there, in the rest of reality, there are many, many people and cultures. All of them interesting and many of the kind, goodhearted. Certainly, the chance to grow is far worth the risk."

Perhaps it was wrong, to try and entice the child? To encourage the passion for exploration and adventure? Was it really his place to determine what was or was not worth the danger involved? Certainly he felt he may have overstepped a boundary. Jade's real father should be the one to instruct on such matters. Yes, that was the right and proper way. Still, maybe he had made less of an impact than he hoped to. After all, the Arrancar had claimed how interesting the rest of the world could be...when compared to the quaint Karakura. In really, this was an exaggeration far bolder than whether or not the French are snobbish. Esmeralda saw fit to remind the old Hollow of that fact, whilst divulging what was believed to be a great secret. The ability to witness and observe spiritual phenomena; from the moment he first heard the sweet sound of Jade's soul, he knew the youth could perceive the spiritual realm. If only slightly, and in it's most minute of fashions. Though his counterpart had enthusiastically shared this 'secret', Marc would have to work hard to act out the surprise. Such a shame then...how terrible a liar he was. "Ghosts..."

He fumbled a moment, trying to escape the need for lies with clever ambiguity in his words. "So you see them as well, do you?" Oh, dropped the ball old man. It simply was not meant to be. However, honesty had always proved the simplest route in the past. Not to mention, lying to such a sweet soul felt simply too cruel. The way the liquor had reduced her wariness, making her slur or incorrectly replace her words...he would be taking advantage of vulnerability. No, Marcelius would not tolerate that sort of action from himself. Not this time. "If you doubt I would not believe you, then I expect, you will not believe me." Trying not to chuckle, he shuffled uneasily in his seat. It concerned him, that the truth might be upsetting. From what he had seen of Jade so far, there was a clear naivety in regards to spiritual beings. So far his own pressure had gone unmentioned and without mental regard. Could Jade not be aware, even in the slightest, of his spiritual presence? "I have not only see those strange apparitions you describe, I know their names as well." There was a short laugh which came from him, "I even understand what you mean about the 'awful' cry." Hmm, though perhaps Humans and Shinigami alike, would have reason to believe the sound is 'shitty'. "Have they ever seen you back? Any of them ever paid you any mind?"

By the point in time, Jade had leaped the counter and taken up post behind the bar. At this time she revealed to him, what he had already suspected. Dai-san was not only aware he was not human, most possibly knew his type as well. Despite the fine craft of his Gigai, it was not impossible to glimpse through the disguise. It would mean Dai-san was a reasonable skilled human, in matters of the soul. Possibly even a full-fledged Fullbringer. Marcelius had already learned of the crudeness of that particular tribe of Humans. Knowing well not to trifle with them without excellent cause. What this meant for him now, was division in focus. Dai-san had gone into the back, possibly to check stock or simply attend to so personal matter...or he was preparing an attack of some kind.

Marcelius, having gifts which allowed him to feel through such mundane barriers as walls and distance, would devote a portion of his consciousness to observe the old bartender. The rest of his considerable attention, would be left with the most intriguing Esmeralda. Brimming with a delighted smile, Marc happily accepted the consolation his new friend offered. Even if it was given in the midst of a tipsy stupor. "Esmeralda, you ARE far too sweet. I see exactly what Dai-san had implied." Stopping to think of his own daughter, and her blatant deficiency in sweetness. For the first time to memory, he was actually glad for it. Not that Jade's attitude was upsetting or displeasing, it was just, different. If anything, Marc was a stubborn old man who preferred familiarity. "Daughter or not, his concerns for you are quite paternal. Something I find utmost joy in."

It was then, that an order came from somewhere else in the dim bar. The speech almost started Marc, had hr not felt the words brewing in the mind. Turning to look, presumably with Jade, the Arrancar inspected the thirsty human with great care. Trying to learn his face, to sense his pressure...to gauge if the man was a threat to which he should be concerned. Certainly these were not the most pleasant of thoughts or actions, but his anxiousness would have it no other way. Returning to Esmeralda, only when the danger was cleared; Marcelius seemed amused at her skill in bar-tending. Sensing this Jade turned to offer him a refresher for his beverage. Suggesting something other than water, it would seem.


"Ah, a 'Shurley' you say? Well, if you find it tasty...I'm sure I will as well. Sure, I would love one." "You claim to be here all the time, and clearly the regulars know you by name and sobriquet...and now it seems you can handle the workload in Dai's absence. Be honest with me, you work here do you not?" The term waitress escaped him, only because it was infrequently used. Still, he was sure that this was her place of employment...rather than a mere favored watering hole. The fact was a simple, needless one, but he was in a mood which made him crave such clarity. Then again, it was common for humans to learn as much as they could from the first meeting with one another...or so he thought. Why should he behave any differently, just because he was an Arrancar? "How do you stand it? Working in an area so infested with lingering souls?"

[Jade Kimura]

CJade blinked slightly at the others comment on his sudden outburst about the spirits she sees. Jade was expecting understanding or anything of this kind of understanding. Jade normally expected people to blow her off and say she has had a few too many since drinking seems to loosen her tongue to things she normally keeps secret.

”Not in a long while. The last time one of those creatures paid me any mind was when they came to my mother’s shrine and destroyed it. They completely flattened the shrine. There is nothing left other than the sacred tree that my mother had enchanted many years ago,” explained Jade as her eyes fell to the sacred beads that hung around her wrist. The bracelet was originally her mother’s and has become something special as well as a protective charm. The charm bracelet was one of special abilities. The beads had the ability to become barriers. Jade has never used them for that purpose but she does know how to call upon their strength in battle.

Closing her eyes Jade pushed herself off the bar and smiled. Jade was not one to let her negative past affect how people treated her. ”Dai-chan has always wanted children and I guess when my teacher dumped me on him he found room in his heart for an old orphan like myself,” smiled Jade as she started to make the other a Shirley temple. It was very difficult sprite and cherry flavoring and then dropping a pair of bright red cherries into it will a black straw. Smiling at her work she slid the drink over to him and picked up his empty water glass.

Then Jade let out another giggle fit when the other asked if she worked here. Some would make that mistake during rare moments when Dai stepped out but Jade only knew a handful of things about the bar the basics and a couple of drinks. ”Dai-chan just thought me a few things after closing. I come here on Friday nights to decompress from my long hours at the clinic I work at. I am a nurse,” explained Jade as she cleaned the up and placed it up as she let her fingers brush over the sparkling glasses.

”What type of work do you do Marc?” asked Jade as she turned to face the other curiosity cross her face. But before her question could be answered Marc asked another question. It was a very interesting question at that. Jade knew this place Karakura Town was packed full of spirits they seemed to be drawn to it. Jade has asked about it several times to her teacher but he always brushed her off saying it wasn’t something she needed to know about.

”I don’t mind being surrounded by souls. When I used to be a shrine maiden I used to talk to souls just like the ones here. I would listen to their pain and try with the best of my ability to set them free of what ever held them here. Of course I never actually succeeded well at least not on my own. Men and woman in old black traditional cloths would come to fetch them. I would pretend that they weren’t there but I would watch them take those poor souls away. But they weren’t always there. Those grieving souls were eaten by those other spirits who’s cry it so painful to hear,” stated Jade as she jumped up on the far so she was staring at the wall of liquor looking at her reflection which was a mirror wall behind the liquor bottle.

Sighing to herself Jade leaned back on her arms and turned to look at the other sitting to the left of her. ”Have you seen these spirits I have spoken of. If so that makes you special,” smiled Jade as her eyes laid to the door where Dai had disappeared.

[Marcelius]

The eleven of shock in Jade's eyes, was enough to make Marcelius question what he had said. The smaller server seemed almost taken aback by his lack of disbelief. In her mind, through the static of the tipsiness she was enjoying; Marc could hear her mulling over the discovery. How strange it must be, to hear that someone else could see what she saw. How long had it been, since she opened up to talk to someone about it? Months? Years? This was one of the realities of Human life, which Marcelius did not envy. To live in the portion of existence; which goes unaware of the dangers around them. The blissful ignorance of humanity...how horrible it looks to see someone who has lost that. In Jade, the Arrancar could sense a fellow victim of persecution. Being out of touch with the human condition, especially the aspects which understand modern social conducts...he could hardly guess it was Jade's physicality which might earn others disdain. So instead, he focused on what had dug up such feelings. He blamed her ability to see ghosts for the feelings of segregation and oddity. And for these feelings, his heart truly went out to her.

She moved on quickly to her next response. Eager to continue the topic about ghosts...having become excited to finally have someone to listen to her strange tales. Or so Marc would believe for himself. The story which followed was not exactly the brightest or most uplifting. There was joy, sure, but it was quite short lived. And the ending, well, was debatable. It would seem, that Jade had been happy in youth living with a mother at a shrine of some sort. As Esmeralda spoke, he was transported. Not actually leaving the bar this transition was more in thought. While Jade described the destruction of the shrine, and the visage of a monster...Marcelius felt his muscles shiver. Not the good kind either, no. This sensation was akin to Remorse. These feelings, were penance for something. With both her words and her memories, the picture was painted very clearly. One of those things, "the creatures with the awful cry", had laid waste to the only life that Esmeralda had. Whatever pain the memory might have, seemed lost or faded by time and liquor. So when Marc felt it permeate from little Jade and into his gaping cavity of a chest...the blow was softened, at least. Had it not been, then the old man would have quite a spectacle of himself. Ah, but keeping composure was becoming an ever more important skill of his. His accomplice would be none the wiser to his inner troubles. Unaware that he not only heard of the devastation from the past, but thanks to Esmeralda's own feelings, he felt it too. Just as he calmed himself, a chance to escape this lest tasteful topic arrive.

What did his saving grace take the form of? Why, Jade's prayer beads of course. With that soft voice drawing his eye down to the bar, there he saw them, coiled tightly around the wrist. As Esmeralda began to explain the truth behind the beads...a truth which must sound absurd to normal humans; Marcelius gave away yet more insight into his identity. While the beads "special properties" being described, he was busy comparing the information being offered...to what he had encountered in the past. These Fullbringers, empowered Human souls, were a troubling lot. Now, let it be known that Marc himself had no quarrel with them. What he did feel; however, was concern. With the growing of the Fullbringers numbers, they were becoming stronger and more emboldened. Again, though he had little personal issue with them...there was still a downside to their advancement. Such humans possessed the strength and the means, to hunt his kind. Hollows, living in the human world; these were Marcelius brothers and sisters. Though the hierarchy of Las Noches never considered them...they each meant something to the old Fraccion. Where other Arrancar see them as primitive versions of themselves; unevolved and unimportant...Marc had the gift to see more. Beneath that white faces, underneath their dreadful masks...he could perceive their real face. All the pain which lead to their birth, he could feel it. Now with the rise of the Fullbringers, there were more hunters out there to torment his kin. It put him an uneasy way with the residents of this dimension. Though he could cover it up with fancy words and true emotions...the truth was; the prey was starting to fight back. What should he feel about such a phenomenon?

By the time Jade had switched the topic again, Marcelius had become lost in his own thoughts. All the details about the beads powers, and how infrequently they were used; none of this made it to him. His ears had gone numb, if only momentarily. Too deeply buried in his own contemplation, he acted appallingly to his generous new friend. Fortunately, it seemed Esmie had not noticed his sleight of focus. This was good, he certainly did not want to cause grief. Instead, the well meaning barkeep continued with the discussion. Without Marc, as it were. Now they would discuss Dai-san, a man who longed for children. At this point, the Arrancar could not restrain his words. "I know...I know that feeling." Now, obviously Marcelius knows that feeling...he knows them all. So what he meant by this, was that he had felt such a sensation in earnest. From the deepest core of himself...where other's emotions cannot bleed into. "For as long as I can remember...I have wanted a family. People in my life, who share my feelings and my hopes. I have...searched for it, even. I have tried to make it for myself, despite the odds." The odds being infertility...mixed with the typical behavioral issues of his species.

Finding another Arrancar who desires kinship...or even kindness, it's much like finding ice in the desert. A lonely, bleak, moon washed desert. Realizing that he had practically bursted when the topic of orphans and adoption came up, the oldster recoiled with an embarrassed look on his face. "Sorry, it's just that...family is extremely important to me. I empathize with others who are like minded." Or not, whatever really..."I'm sure Dai-san treasures you more than anything else, Esmeralda." Smiling now, accepting the drink slid his way. Lifting the cool glass, he sampled the tart flavored sugar water. It was really good, actually. The cooling aspect was good for him...it mellowed his little rush of excitement. "I can assure you, actually, on how Dai-san feels. I myself have to little ones now...both of them orphans, much like yourself." Both of his precious girls were who they were because of Hollows, too. "They are each...older than yourself. Both of them the most precious aspects of my world." There was a softness in his tone, the kind that comes when bliss has creeper into one's heart. Though he played host to not such organ...he could still feel the calm that true joy could bring. It was evident in his face, in his body. The way every wrinkle faded and ever muscle relaxed. This man, whom Jade was still learning of...truly loved his daughters. The mere thought of them, seemed to give him his life. Ah...but he could not let himself or their discussion dwell on that for long. If questions arose about his little girls, it would be hard to keep his identity guise'd.

So Esmeralda suggested a new topic; which brought the elder much joy. It would see he was in the presence of a nurse, a field he highly approved of. The talents of a healer were something he greatly desired for himself...unfortunately, such trades were not easily come by for his people. Those with the skills rarely shared them, and certainly never taught them. Leaning forward, dropping both of his big arms onto the counter, he turned his head a bit as if to reexamine Jade. ”A nurse you say? But you look so young. How long have you been in that profession?” She would answer, or she would not. One way or another, the truth would make it to Marc. His curiosity was outstanding, but it was also very capable. Feeding his abilities whenever his interest zeroed in on a single fixation. Then, the tables turned. Suddenly it was Esmeralda who was curious in occupations. Wanting to know what kind of “business” would bring the likes of a foreigner to this part of the world. The real answer was rather tragic, and certainly one he would not repeat. Ah, but ever the prepared man, ol Marcelius had a cover. ”Well, that is a surprise. It seems strange to be asked what I do, that sort of question rarely comes up in my trips here.” Boy was that the truth. It is usually “die monster, die”; whenever Marc comes around. Few of the people able to interact with him rarely have time for pleasantries...they are too busy trying to rip his thread from the fabric of life. ”I am a scout. I work for a large organization, back where I am from. What I scout, are opportunities for business and expansion. I have a...good eye and sharp instincts. The sort of things that youth cannot fake. So, I’m sent out to survey all kinds of locations and rate the potential I see. It usually has me traveling the world, but Japan is always on the rise...and thus, I find myself here more and more often.” He smiled happily, a thank you for the delicious beverage. In reality, the smile was a bit more selfish. What he had told her was the truth...every last bit of it. Only...he was overly careful with his choice of words. That was the trick to it, omission and vagueness. Certainly, more than anything, he did not wish to lie...but that also did not change the reactions he would get from sharing the full truth. Again, “Die monster, die”.

Ah, but the Fraccion was not done treading water yet. And, from the looks of it, he was not soon to be free from dangerous topics. “People in dressed in black.” No matter where he heard those words, it always seemed to point in one direction. The Seireitei. Yet another locale that Marcelius frequented, against the residents approval. In that particular realm, his caution is put to the ultimate tests. There, almost everyone has the instincts of the noble Dai-san. Everyone can feel when something is off. Some of them, though rare, can even see through Marc’s guise. Where they ought to discover his kindness, running much deeper than the Gigai he parades around in...instead they see only the hole in his chest. It would seem Jade has seen these souls, but not interacted with them. Worse still, Esmeralda wondered if Marcelius knew them any better. This was bad. yet another opportunity for him to dismiss the claims of “goodness” that many Shinigami wished to put into the world. As much as he wanted to say these things, once again...he found himself lacking such evil. Such a misdirection would be cruel, and could possibly result in this one’s untimely demise. That said...he could share his philosophies in less harsh of words. ”Esmeralda…” He motioned for her to move closer, till they could hear only each other’s whispers over the counter top. ”This is another one of those subjects, you do not frequently open up. Is it not?” To him, it felt as though Jade never had the chance to speak to anyone about these ghosts and monsters.

Though he had tiptoed around the truth much of the night, this was still a soul who could benefit from his knowledge. As much as it pained him, he feared he would soon have to break his mask of humanity…”I have seen them, just like the others you mentioned. It seems every time I come here, they plague my thoughts.” His tone much more of a sigh, as if he were tired of dealing with these strange beings. This was also a subliminal reinforcement, to the notion that Esmeralda need not be afraid of these people. God...how much he wish he could say the same for those “white-faced monsters”. ”I have spoken with others who have seen these apparitions. To all of those who know anything of value, they are called, “Shinigami”. They are Death gods, from Japanese lore. And if you believe that, then you would also believe that they are responsible for safeguarding souls...from this realm, to the afterlife. I have seen too much of them to not believe these stories. Being of the same nature, both of them being spiritual...there is no doubt that a connection exists between them and the other creatures you mentioned. The ones called, “Hollows”.” Breathe wind bag, breathe. This dance of words was becoming harder and harder to maintain. How embarrassing, that even while sitting down...comfortably enjoying his drink...the old sod would be breathing heavy? Still, more needed to be said. ”I have lived and seen enough to know...that no good can come from interacting with either. Esmeralda, as a father speaking on behalf of Dai-san...do not meddle with such things. Please…”

[Jade Kimura]

Jade smile softly at the other as he talked about how much he had wanted a family and how he had now adopted two girls. ”Its always nice to know that there are people still out there with room for orphans like myself. I have heard horror stories of children who have been passed around to all types of families. I don’t know what kind of life that would be,” answered Jade who faded out near the end into a whisper. Jade closed her eyes wondering if it would even be possible for her to give birth to a child of her own. Opening her eyes slightly she stared down at the ground as the idea of what she was fell heavy on her mind. It was hard for her to accept what she is when others around her wont. Only a select few know of Jade’s condition and the ones who were still around were the ones who actually cared for her and didn’t care about her double genitalia.

Then Jade smiled once again when the other answered in surprise that she was a nurse. Technically she wasn’t a nurse since she didn’t go through school but she was as well trained and well knowledgeable than any nurse in the medical field. ”I have been said to have the magic touch and I have been working at the clinic over 2 or 3 years now but I have been practicing medicine for a while before that,” answered Jade happily. Healing was her favorite thing to do since it made her feel better about life and herself. Jade’s eyes focused on the other as he spoke about his own profession. Jade found it believable but she had an urkey feeling he wasn’t completely truthful but Jade didn’t mind some people had secrets and Jade was accepting to that fact.

As the subjected change the other spoke up once again in concern. Jade swung her legs gently knowing what the other said was true. Jade rarely spoke of these things with anyone since they were hard to believe and the only person she knew that saw spirits was Dr. Crane and no one else. ”It’s a topic that seems to be forbidden to be spoke about. When I first saw these types of spirits I was fairly young and my mother would tell me all about them. But she never spoke about the white mask creatures or those dressed in black. I don’t know if she knew or not but she didn’t like talking about it,” asked Jade as she looked up at the ceiling in wonder. Jade’s mother was well versed in the miko arts as well as knowledge on all sorts of spirits. Jade loved that about her mother and she missed her even more just thinking about it. Chewing her lip she closed her eyes as her eyes burned from tears at the mir thought of her mother.

Jade opened her eyes and quickly dabbed her tears away before they slipped down her face not wanting the other to worry about her. ”They are powerful creatures and I can understand why mer mortals like our self would fear them. I have felt their strength to the point I felt like the air was being pushed out of my lunges and my legs were going to break under the weight. But I don’t see evil in either these shinigami or these hollow spirits. Evil can be seen in all creatures if you ignore the good. My mother taught me that lesson very early in life,” explained Jade as she swung her legs back and forth kicking the bar side gently with her heals.

Jade closed her eyes as she swung herself around so she was now facing away from the bar with her legs resting on the bar stool she was originally sitting on. Marc seems to fear these creatures these spiritual beings. Jade is afraid of them at times but Jade is a curious soul who wants to learn about everything around her. ”I haven’t had a lot of interaction with either race. Those spirits you called hollows destroyed my mother’s shrine because of its high spiritual presents and then you speak of these shinigami. I have never spoken to them or done anything with them other than the one time I healed an injured one who had fallen in battle. I couldn’t let him suffer and die like that. It hurt my own soul seeing the pain he was in,” whispered Jade as she looked at Marc with sad eyes. Jade minds his own but he couldn’t refuse to help someone in pain it was both a blessing and a curse.

[Marcelius]

How sweet this child was, giving him such compliments for his fatherly love. Though Jade had not his gifts of insight or deep understanding, there would be no confusing the joy that those words had brought him. The codger lit up brightly, a rosy hue seeming to fill in his pale complexion. So sudden and fulfilling was his happiness, that it became contagious to those around. Caught in the midst of Marcelius' aura, always carried such risk. Being a creature of emotions, both strong and varied; his attitude often had profound effects on those nearby. Though this effect was just as much charisma as it was any special magic or power, it was none the less potent. A warmth; which had long since vanished, now seemed to fill their companionship. Turning to Esmeralda, the raspy voice spoke up with added vitality. "Esmeralda...thank you. Truly." Oh, how his grin was stretched from one ear to the other. "You would not believe how long I have waited, for someone to tell me what I did was a good decision."

Shaking his head a bit, laughs which sounded more like escaping sighs began to putter out. Whatever it was, had Marc quite amused. "I...I should not make such a fuss over it. But it had just been irking me for so long...that no one had anything to say." Shifting on his stool, the large man seems to lean closer to his company. Speaking lower, as if the words were meant only for them to hear...as if anyone else was listening. "People look at me, and the see an old man who should have all the answers. It is so absurd...who do you know that became smarter just by aging? If anything, we need just as much reassurance as we grow." Shaking his head some more, still he chuckled over the thought. Returning to his tasty drink, he finished off the glass within the moment. Following with a deeply relieved sigh. Though it may seem to be the beverages doing, the truth was a little more complex. For deeper, inside where other's could not know...the elder Arrancar had been dying for confirmation. Just one, single voice...to tell him hepis decision had been a good one. One person, to provide hope where the Choir only offered pessimism. Mmm, but a discussion about them...was better of waiting for another day.

The pick me up for his emotion could not have come at a better time. While still riding the wave that happiness created, young Esmeralda changed the topic back to occupation. The great fancy that he had expressed in the young one's chosen field, being repaid with an explanation. As it turned out, Jade's occupation was not of the liscenced variety. Helping out at a local clinic, the Fullbringer's memories enlightened the elder to the real nature of the work. This human possessed a unique ability with spiritual healing. Was that the Fullbring ability Esmeralda was blessed with? If so, then what exactly were those beads that were displayed before? Some sort of special tool? This was an alarming development, in that, Marcelius had little to no explanation of the Second Fullbring. Such a thing was not known to him, not at this time. However, it would not remain a secret for very long. Reexamining the beads which dangled from Jade's wrist, the old man tuned his senses to their unique and telling cry.

Whatever energy they produced, whatever music they embodied, he would listen and learn. Or...so the plan would have been, had Esmie not twisted his conscience over onto itself like a paper warashi doll. It turns out he was not the only one capable of reading the subtext. His little ploy to hide his true nature and occupation, had failed. The vagueness of his terms had been too greatly stretched upon...and Jade now saw through such a guise. Though his identity being that of a Hollow was not suspect, it was clear his occupation was under scrutiny. Perhaps Esmeralda figured him for a shady worker? One whose employers were of the dangerous, possibly criminal intent? Karakura was know to play host to such thugs from time to time, and such would not be surprising. Though he could confess he did nothing illegal...his employment was still of the most dangerous sort. He had been exposed, and now, he felt like an open nerve. Remember that boon of happiness from before? Well that wave had crested, and now he was drifiting back out into the sullen tides. Mmm, would Jade be able to rescue him again?

Ah, but a life raft would not come so earlier. No, their conversation had to continue downward. Through the rough and choppy waters. Something he said, had struck a very powerful chord with Esmeralda. It concerned the secrecy, which surrounds the existence of Hollows and Shinigami. Now, here was a subject one could only learn first hand. How did the dwellers of the human world typically react to his kind, and other spiritual beings? From what his own observations had gathered, very few could actually witness the spiritual presences when in the company of such souls. Shinigami and Hollows go simply ignored. The rare circumstances where humans attain the sight needed to see these "ghosts" and "monsters"; would always result in either a death or a Fullbringer. It was good to see that Jade had survived. It would see that his friend knew something about the unlikelihood of human spiritual awareness. A name crept up into Esmie's mind and was then shared with Marc. "Crane". It was there when he discussed family, and it was there again when he discussed ghosts. Who exactly was this Crane individual, that kept coming up in Jade's mind?

Any mention of this individual came with the same sensations that Dai’s name inspired...but surely they were not the same? With his intuition alone, Marcelius could not piece this puzzle together. If he wanted answers, he would need to ask Esmeralda directly. All he would need is the right opportunity to ask, the right way to not drop clues that he had been spying on the Fullbringers thoughts this entire time. Such an opportunity would come while on another trip into the past. Images of Jade’s mother began to swirl. The runes and charms associated with the Miko arts began to flash before his eyes. Oh yes, Marc was highly familiar with these. Not in their use or their lore, but quite knowledgeable of their appearances. After all, he had been a stalker of human souls some time ago…such were the wards once used to repel his presence. Were there not a gaping hole in the center of his chest, he still would not have the heart to tell Esmeralda how ineffective those superstitions were in the face of real danger. Nor could he confess the true number of souls he had consumed, despite the use of such magic. Having to constantly see Esmeralda’s grief...knowing full well his people were to blame. All he wanted to do, was comfort the poor child. To make the pain go away; for the both of them. But finding the right things to say, the right way to be truthful...it was a chore for such a “bleeding heart”. ”Es-...”

Cut off, the Fraccion found himself in a slight stupor. Right as he was about to apologize for what had happened to Jade’s mother; the human opened up what true feelings lay beneath. In those innocent eyes, there was no good or evil in Hollows or Shinigami. All that existed were souls, with the possibility of either. How much like a medic, to see only the similarities in us all. Speaking of the pain that the creatures must endure, to sound as horribly as they do. This may be the first human that has ever shared his feelings towards his kin. This nurse knew full well when something was hurting, deserving of pity rather than hostility. Truly, he was sitting with a empathetic soul. To make matters worse, Esmie confessed to helping an injured Shinigami. Not that this upset Marcelius in any way...it was something he himself would do if presented with such a choice. Though he delighted in the idea that Esmeralda might one day mend the broken form of a Hollow, or Arrancar out of the same compassion; Marc could not condone her pursuing such charity.

It was not necessary for him to open his mouth, luckily. It seemed that Jade knew the monsters’ dangers well. For there was the memory of the shrine, and how it was destroyed. Jade went so far as to claim, that the shrine was destroyed by Hollows because of it’s spiritual significance. To this, the venerable sage nodded in total agreement of the wise deduction. Hollow would indeed attack such a place, for such a reason; the opportunity for a meal was simply too great. None of his species could pass up such a thing. Still, this knowledge only brought back the burden from before. Even with such a tender heart, Esmeralda could see that he and his ilk had more reasons to be feared than trusted. Sadly, from all the experience he could draw upon; Marcelius had no rebuttal which could dismiss such a notion. Eeeh, even if he did...he would not share it. There was no reason to encourage this youth to seek out doom and misfortune.

With a stop and a start, almost as if he had a stammer; Marc carefully decided on what he might say…”Esmeralda. If I were to explain to you…everything I know about these spirits; would you answer a question I have about you?” Now that was a bit ominous...was it not? A sudden proclamation of knowledge and the willingness to share it, but for a price. What would Jade think about this arrangement? How might the uncertainty of the surrounding his question affect the human’s decision? ”As I have said, I have been coming to Karakura for many years, and I have lived for many more than that. I have seen many things, and always paid very close attention…” With his large blue eyes turning now to face Esmeralda directly...the seriousness of his claim would be most evident in their contemplative gaze. ”I know I can answer the questions you have. And all I ask, is that you answer mine in return. So…” His warm smile returning in all it’s kindly grandeur…”What do you say?”