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 Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 5:18 pm
Intro:
Situated just along the exterior of the lake and across from the captains quarters and at the base of the steps up to the barracks is a large tavern just a few hundred feet away from the bath house. Within the finest ramen and sake are served as well as other traditional dishes often hosting platters of the week rotating various different cultures of chefs from soul society allowing flavors from around the world to be tasted. Yasumeh has been criticized several times for spending large quantities of the squads funds on the tavern, but he believes that such a place is necessary for those willing to risk their lives... or rather after lives.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 8:22 am
An older man of what seemed to be mid-30s shuffled into the tavern. Hunched over a knarled cane, he approached the counter and struggled to climb atop of the bar stool. Leaning the cane against the counter he order 2 bottles of saki through the emotionless slit of the white mask framed by striking green spiked hair. His voice cheerful and at odds with the feeling of the mask he wore.
This is an awful nice establishment ya got here.
His slight irish broge only making him seem friendlier.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 7:55 pm
Yasumeh burst in through the bar doors non to subtle as he raised one hand to the bar tender, two fingers held aloft as he said in a raised voice "The usual". He quickly pulled out a chair with one foot hooked beneath it's leg and shot it outwards so it's back caught his awaiting hand. In a short moment he sat, both feet raised high atop a table with his hands place firmly behind his head and his straw hat pulled just slightly down over his eyes.
He had noticed the new arrival but decided to stay little, if it was one of the new recruits they'd introduce themselves soon enough, after all work was not the first thing he thought of when his stomach began to beg him for sustenance.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 2:47 pm
The man turned and peered at the what seemed like a boy to him.
Aye there lad, mayhaps you could help an old man reach his destination... ive been wandering around in circles now for the greater part of an hour. Ive been looking for the squad 6 offices when i happened to cross this tavern. I just had to stop to sooth my parched lips.
The voice that came from behind the mask was jovial and rather friendly as to entice assistance from the man sitting next to him. He wore cloths that clung loosely to his wiry frame, there was an air of deceptive strength about him as well as a undermining cunning. A dark and shiney material encased his forearms, upon a closer look the same material was worn as a full set of armor beneath the rags that he wore.
He spoke of Squad 6 but as far as anyone could tell the man did not possess a sword or any kind of weapon besides the gnarled walking cane that was leaning against the counter.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 5:49 pm
Yasumeh nodded to the waiter that brought him a small cup of sake and an appetizer. Picking up the cup he looked at the man that approached him with the odd mask covering his face, "Across the lake, of course the damn fool is never there. To often found in here, drinking away and making merry... though not often talking to strangers in masks" he said talking about himself as if not himself until the last moment where the rather blatant hint was dropped that he was indeed the captain. He didn't mind the lack of a zanpaktou on the stranger, his spiritual presence told him he wasn't a normal citizen of soul soceity, let alone the simple fact that he didn't work for him and that no normal citizen that didn't have the credential to work for one of the squads wouldn't be able to get this far in anyways.
"So what did you need? Obviously not food, and now that you have your information..." he said letting the sentence trail off to allow the stranger a chance to reply as he sipped from his cup.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 11:00 am
Yasumeh tapped his hand on the table as he finished his meal, the silent stranger standing there seemingly dumbfounded "...alright then" he said standing up and pushing his chair back in as he turned to leave. "Don't let him drive home" he proclaimed before he disappeared through the doors, joking that the stranger must have been drunk to initiate a conversation and then just stand there silent as he finished his meal.
"I need a bath" he muttered just outside the doors, smelling the somewhat ripe odor coming from his excessive drinking and wandering in the sun for the day.
[Exit - Bathhouse]
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 4:36 pm
well wait a second there laddy, mayhaps you didnt know that i am only slightly drunk, and ill have you know that i am applying to your squadron...
The man stumbled out the door hot on the heels of the squad 6 captain.
((sorry for the late post, i moved and had to move my internet))
{exit-Crelian}
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