Homecoming (Private)

Oh the two other visored followed him? Good. He takes them off on a path, Through Karakura town, Eventually onto the wooded slope of one of the mountains that pierce the cityscape. He keeps up a steady clip, One that would most likely force them to push themselves to a rather high speed, though this doesn't bother him. A little bit of exercise is good for them, And it's better of Jin Yagami is tired for what's coming. With this in mind he actually takes a detour, Making them go a little bit out of way. He trusts Ichijouji to know what he's doing, and not spoil it. Thus, they would reach the Vizard mansion a good half hour after they had left the intersection.

Yoshirou's frame appears suddenly, infront of what to any human would see merely as a field in the forest, and they would simply choose to keep on walking for some reason. In reality in the middle of this field is a rather nice mansion, Protected on all sides by a barrier created by Aponi Anemos, To keep it from the eyes of humans. The fact that they don't even consider walking into the meadow is a nice little side effect of it. However to Yoshirou, the barrier is as clear as day, and simply a tingle affects him as he walks through it, opening the door, letting his reiatsu flare slightly, intending to summon a certain person, The vizard who currently has the best grip of Kido, Aponi Anemos.

Fluent air pushed throughout the shaggy hair of the male as his legs propelled him about the idol town. Unlike the quick and easy route of which the vizards normally partake in to reach the Mansion, it had seemed that Yoshirou had chosen to take some sort of pointless detour. Do not get me wrong though, this detour was rather invigorating to say the least. Twists and turns conjoined with the towns' man-made obstacles produced quite an amusing course for the group to travel upon. Using the skill he had developed as a child to get around that dinky Rukongai, the male vizard swung, swerved, and flew across the town like an ape. Small bursts of fun escaped his lips here and there as he used radio antenna on nearby rooftops to round his body around a bending turn. Loose clothing fluttered energetically in the wind and the propulsion of newly found adrenaline assured a steady pace to match that of his leader. Jin would probably have trouble keeping up with their uselessly increased pace, but whether he made it or not was no concern of the man. If the kid couldn't push himself just to run a few miles, then he was better off dead than in their posse. Simplistic things like this, jumping around and fooling about like children did on a jungle gym, this is what the vice-leader of the vizard still found muse in. Over-complicated sentiments of conflicting logics were too "new age" and a man in his prime shouldn't have to stress over the unnecessarily confusing instruments of who-the-hell-knows-what.

Keeping up with these cocky new generation children was not worth it. Alike many of his actual friends, Ichijouji felt content with a smooth lifestyle. Surprises were always welcomed here and there, especially when it came to fighting, but "fads" of today were an ideal that he most definitely attempts to avoid. The town limits came into view and it was only a little ways now, to the Mansion. Two hands fell behind, for now it was time for the vizard's legs to carry him the rest of the way; he knew the forest around here well enough that no unexpected tree branches would disrupt his travels. Now that everything became regular again, Ichijouji's pace quickened extensively. Each leap, from branch to branch, was magnificently proceeded. Speeds were enough to stay right behind Yoshirou, making sure only to follow and not surpass, in case they took another funny detour. Suspicions resolved false after all, though, and the Mansion engulfed the men's view several minutes later; the entire journey was roughly a half an hour. An open field was where it stood, obviously guised by a barrier to distract any unwanted visitors like spies and wandering humans. Past examples defined this barrier exponential power, but Ichijouji saw it with ease. Of course, he was the second most powerful vizard, so there is no reason why he wouldn't be able to. Aponi Anemos had constructed such a barrier with her virtually unmatched talent of kido and, coincidentally, she was strolling down the stairway in the front lobby upon Ichijouji's arrival. The sudden impact of his stopped motion inside the mansion caused the males' clothing to become muddled, but soon gained focus and the folds of the cloth material laid to rest where they would commonly perch. Contrasting from the way he interpreted the newbie(Jin Yagimi), Ichijouji was quite familiar with Aponi Anemos so he was much more obliging towards her. They had been in the vizard for quite some time now and, even without a current in-depth relationship, he had contently adjusted to her habitual presence.

"Pleasant evening, Aponi-san. How has your day ventured thus-far? In case you do not know, Yoshirou and I have brought home a straggler. From your presence, I must assume that Yoshirou would like to request a barrier to provide us with a suitable training grounds for when we deal with the recruits' hollow. I hope we hadn't disturbed anything too important amidst your agenda."

Candidly dressed was the fellow vizard on the stairway and sunlight appeared to glisten of off her body; she was sweating. From the looks of her apparel and condition, training did not fall under the category of what could have been doing. One could only assume that she was keeping herself busy in her room, meaning that it was either considerably hot in her room or some other activity had been going on inside its walls that Ichijouji couldn't directly conjure at this time. From the subtly welcoming greeting he gave to Aponi, Ichijouji's head tilted back and his eyes sharpened invisibly quickly, in order to establish whether the new guy made it back in one piece or if Yoshirou was going to force him to retrieve the sleeping beauty. Whatever was taking him better be good, because if he was this slow, injured or not, then he had a lot of work to do.

As his new leader disappeared of into the distance, his pace of movement upped significantly Jin found himself needing to exert himself to keep up. This was no ordinary return journey, with one single action it had become a vigorous physical exercise and no matter how weary Jin’s body screamed to him it was if a challenge was laid down he was going to meet it. With that in mind he allowed his Flash step to carry him through the air, his surroundings an indistinguishable blur as he travelled at speeds that humans could only fantasize about but as a soul had become natural. Rasping noises could be heard as the most inexperienced member of this trio struggled to drag oxygen from the air currents streaking past, his lungs joyful for every scrap they received. This he had missed, so bogged down by the mar of guilt and fear he had so suddenly acquired he’d forgotten about just enjoying the simple pleasure in life, a good workout, a beautiful sunset, a home cooked meal. All these simplicities that independently had the potential to light up one’s life.

Ducking and weaving through the cityscape, following in the wake of his guide Jin felt already at home. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as he hand sprung over antennae, skidded round the corners of buildings and ran along the band’s of glass that were the windows of skyscrapers. It was like watching a little kid at an adventure playground. Could it really be that this, twisting route filled with turn after turn was really the quickest way to they’re location of choice? It did seem after almost 20 minute’s of solid flash stepping that Jin was being taken around the houses a little but he couldn’t be sure and at this point it seemed far safer not to be making rash assumptions.

Finally they left the urban haven, now entering an idyllic patch of woodland, now with a bad sense of direction and a massive increase in obstacles, Jin spent the next 5 minutes being whipped in the face by branches alongside other vegetative debris and struggling to catch the smallest glimpses of the pair he’d left ahead of him, obviously no point in aiming at overtaking either as he had no clue where he was going although he had experienced a strong temptation to race the audacious one if for nothing other that to knock that edge of condescent from him. Suddenly they were gone, what the hell just happened a moment ago he had seen them ahead and in an instant they disappeared even for the race of soul’s that was not a normal occurrence. Hesitantly following the path upon which they’d been headed before the disappearance Jin reached a point where the scenery before him seemed to almost ripple as he approached it, ahhh so a barrier was in place idiot should have spotted it earlier. He entered the hidden building both perfectly disguised and beautiful in its construction, this was definitely somewhere he could see himself living for the foreseeable future.

Upon entering the gateway he was greeted by the stares of not only the two Vizard he was previously acquainted with but also a new female ascending from a stairs whose origins and status were a mystery to him.

“Hi” he called to her, grinning sheepishly as he did so “Im Jin, it’s great to meet you”

((Aponi, if you're going down the stairs, you're descending them. Ascending is up. >_>, Also, jin wasn't here yet, so you couldn't have seen him.))

Yoshirou's mouth curves into a slight smile at the feel of Aponi's reiatsu. Knowing her, she had most likely been completely naked up in her room. Aponi was one of the few people who might be able to be considered Yoshirou's friend, And one of the even fewer people who is actually allowed to call him Yoshirou. Course she hardly talks, so most people don't know that. They have quite a history infact, going back to when Yoshirou first arrived in this living world, plauged by a hollow he didn't know how to control.

"Aponi..."

This is all he says, all he needs to. She is a woman of few words, and she'll know what he means simply by him saying that one word, a greeting and a sound of acknowledgment, to their past and their kinship.

The silence following is broken by the entrance of one Ichijouji Takanashi. A loud man, bursting into the lobby, his clothing becoming dishelved by this act, but resuming to it's usual locations upon his body with haste. Ichijouji is another person who could be honestly considered Yoshirou's friend, although he is rarely allowed to call him Yoshirou in public, in private he often lets it go.

And thus Ichijouji speaks, in a more polite manner, one he uses with people he knows better. Yoshirou answers his questions, knowing Aponi likely won't speak.

"You are correct Ichijouji. We will be training him in the basement."

This word, Basement, means alot more then it usually would. He is using it to refer to the expansive space underneath the house, that almost seems like another dimension (Quite likely it is) This is the place where any new visored prospects are trained, and either master their hollow, or die trying.

Jin finally arrives, just as Yoshirou was about to send Ichijouji to get him. Took him long enough, but then again Yoshirou and Ichijouji were going rather fast. So he can't really blame him, but he should be good and tired now.

"Aponi, get the basement ready..Me and ichijouji will be down in a few minutes."

[[Too late to edit now, you'll just have to deal with my oh-so-terrible mistakes xP]]

"Pleasant evening, Aponi-san. How has your day ventured thus-far? In case you do not know, Yoshirou and I have brought home a straggler. From your presence, I must assume that Yoshirou would like to request a barrier to provide us with a suitable training grounds for when we deal with the recruits' hollow. I hope we hadn't disturbed anything too important amidst your agenda." Came the voice of Ichijouji, an old friend and ally to both Aponi and Yoshirou. He was like family to her, this was true, but his constant attempts at conversation would beginning to get old. He knew very well that she was under an oath, and yet he still insisted on finding out how her day was. This was an amusing thought, and at least showed the basis of their relationship in a very simple and direct way, but still; sometimes she wished he would just shut the fuck up. She only gave him a warm smile in response, as her attention turned to the leader, Yoshirou. He had spoken before Ichijouji, but Aponi had for some reason delayed her reaction to his comment; she did things like that a lot, must be the fumes she breathes in all the time.

"Aponi." Was all he said, but it was more than enough. They had been with each other since the beginning of this little faction, they were more than capable of communicating with few to no words. She released a small sigh as she pieced everything together. There would be only one reason for him to summon her after recruiting a new Vaizard. It seemed she wouldn't get back to meditating today. Aponi had figured she would need to start working eventually, she didn't exactly pay rent and she was currently the most skilled at Kido. It seemed the boy was a bit energetic as well, despite the run that Yoshirou had probably put him through. Last she checked he liked to get them good and tired before putting them through the insane experience she would soon be preparing for.

She rolled her eyes, taking her final steps down the stairs. As she turned away from them, she made her way to the massive door that would lead her to what seemed to be another dimension below the mansion. It was a wasteland, with cerulean skies filled with fluffy white clouds. The place was barren, and wide enough for the kind of training they went through. As she touched down from the second flight of stairs she began channelling her reishi. Within seconds a barrier would be erected, a massive square large enough to fit maybe half of a football field. It was a simple barrier, but it would do for what they needed to do.

[[I don't know if we are going to switch topics or not... So I just kinda went ahead and moved to the basement o-o; If we are, just PM me and I'll edit.]]

One, two, three, aaaaaand go. Sinister beats of the hardest music boomed throughout the mind of the male; bass could be manipulated into the craziest and sickest beats if you know what you were doing. One might say that the vice leader of the vizard shouldn't be day-dreaming when a hollow was slowly overtaking one of the individuals standing not ten feet from him. What allowed him to simply tune out everything that the others were saying was quite elementary; events of the next several hours were so uniform that their explanation had not been necessary. The only probable reason that all of them gathered in the main lobby primarily was indefinitely because of Jin, you know, so that he could meet the people in charge of beating the shit out of him while he fights his inner hollow. All three of these powerful vizards have been around for a fairly long some time and have worked together previously in order to restrain other inner hollows. Memories from so long ago are faded and incomplete, but it may have even been Aponi who assisted Yoshirou in sealing Ichijouji's inner hollow. Like I said though, these memories are hazy, meaning that the odds of this being truth are low. In any case, the exhilarating beats of hardstyle pumped the vizard's head into a musical rhythm while others were generally preparing Jin for the severe pain that he was about to endure. Soon the time came for them to head downstairs and right befo-!

Wait, hold up, stop in your trousers; completely eradicate every other present action. Amidst his self-entertainment, even Ichijouji could comprehend that Aponi had neither responded to him, nor Yoshirou. This didn't affect the beloved leader, but the vice-leader had a knack for Aponi. A nack, in a sense, that he knew she pledged an oath for silence, but he chose to fuck with her anyways in an attempt to make her speak. it was really a sarcastic game for him, but the true comedy arose when Aponi nearly erupts at Ichijouji's childish antics. Sure, he gets hit every now and then, but hey, it is very fun to mess with mutes. All except for mimes... damn them and their frickin' invisible walls; more than one experience has taught the male vizard not to piss off a mime. Getting back on the subject, Aponi never replies to Ichijouji at all, or even speaks at all so, akin to every other time she's done this, Ichijouji is going to mess with her. Completely disregarding the group, Ichijouji walks back outside for a minute, shoves countless small pebbles into his pockets, and comes back inside nonchalantly. The only person who might comprehend the shenanigans that is about to occur would be Yoshirou, but even he might not be able to guess until Ichijouji makes his move. So that the faces of each confused individual that stare at him are not disappoint in suspense, haste is made and the vice leader withdraws a large handful of the small pebbles in his left hand. He then directs his head towards Aponi, his facial expression retaining an extremely sarcastic angry nature. His right hand comes to reach into his elft hand and one rock is rested in between the tips of his right index finger and his right thumb. Ichijouji throws the pebble at Aponi's breast and it hits, bouncing off, making her skin jump a bit. After this first slow introduction of the pebble throwing, countless numbers of airborne pebbles are released from Ichijouji's hands, and they all smack into Aponi's breasts over and over again. Fake etars fly down his face, with that obvious hint of sarcasm, while his mouth gapes open as he over-exaggerates the words he is speaking; think of a chibi-character.

"How come you never talk to me?!? I always greet you and be nice to you and you just stare at me like I'm an asshole! I try so hard to be nice, but you just reject me! You will never get anywhere in life if you don't accept my looooove, APONI-SAAAAN!!!!"

As Ichijouji screams her name, he runs out of pebbles to throw. Fear not though, for another one of his brilliant ideas re-assures him. Ichiouji leaps high into the air and descends upon aponi with his left arm out-stretched towards her forehead; his hand was formed into an open palm.

"Face palm of love attack!"

Now I have just one last thing to say before I end this little memoir, to satisfy your curiosities about this 'odd' man. If you are wondering if this stupid act of comical teasing is necessary, let alone profitable, then, well... yes it is. Ichijouji simply couldn't go on with his day without acting like a dumbass once or twice.

OOC: just for future reference, more for you guys that havn’t read my char history its not that Jin needs to quell his inner hollow he did that he just needs to learn to control his mask.

Oh this was just freaking brilliant not only was this brash annoyance an arse to top it all off he was a nutball as well these hesitations about the mans sanity were only intensified when Jin got to bear witness to some kind of obscene romantic attack by him upon the newly arrived woman, this had to be possibly the weirdest relationship he had ever laid eyes upon and he hadn’t exactly lived a short life. Well now that was just icing on the cake, honestly what had Jin actually signed up for getting involved with these guys? He was about to from what he had picked out from the conversation (that these guys seemed to be having as though he wasn’t even present) he was about to be taken into the basement of an unknown building sealed in by a barrier with two men who had nothing planned but violence towards him for ends as to which Jin was still a little confused. He was actually going to die here, this was it he had walked straight into the clutches of a gang of ruthless murderers who would kill him and absorb his reishi. These train of thought was only allowed to linger within the ex-shinigami’s consciousness for a mere moment before being brushed away by sense and rationality, whilst yes it was true that whatever was planed in this location did involve Jin taking a beating if it was all for the purposes of killing him the could easily just do it now from what he had seen from his trip here this venue was both secluded and hidden, and he was outnumbered 3:1, not a single one failing to present an impressive reiatsu upon contact which clearly indicated these were people possessing strength.

So without another word downward he went, into the withdrawn recesses of this “basement” they all spoke about, the sight of which presented Jin with the view of something much more closely related to a mountain plain than a room within a house. How the hell they kept this area within the confines of the building he did not know but before him lay an expansive wasteland of stark dirt flooring roofed by what looked like the endless blue of the midday sky illuminated by a bright summer sun. Although it was obvious that this was not the genuine outdoors as there was not a single hint of a breeze and the ambient temperature was fairly similar to that of the upstairs. At this point he had lost all hope of being given a rest before work began, and instead had just focused on clearing his mind of all worries, regrets and guilt from his past life, sweeping away the haze of fatigue and readying his soul for the episode of intensity he was surely about to encounter.

“So” He said after lapping up beauty of the scenery for a couple of minutes “where do we go from here?”

((Yes jin, But ICly, none of us know that, as you haven't told us. I almost wish you hadn't mastered it. Taking turns beating the shit out of someone is always lots of fun.))

Yoshirou watches the world, being mostly silent as he does so. One sound comes as Ichijouji walks out of the mansion, and it is a chuckle, and a very quiet one. Those who heard it might think he had just thought of a funny joke or something, but the truth is he knows exactly what's going to happen next. However the thing is, he really doesn't want to stop. Watching Ichijouji make a dumbass out of himself is one of the most fun parts of his day, and he wouldn't stop it for anything. Thus he merely steps aside as Ichijouji comes back in, moving away from the rain of assedry that is about to descend upon Aponi.

Thanks to him moving, he isn't hit by any of the pebbles bouncing off of Aponi's lovely breasts, which is good. Most people dislike being hit by pebbles bounced off of a native american's breasts, and Yoshirou is no exception. A smile cracks across his face, a laugh /almost/ comes from his throat, but not quite, he holds it in. This assualt of her breasts by Ichijouji, believe it or not, is usual. This is the norm and the expected, and quite honestly it's fucking funny as shit.

Oh no, Yoshirou thinks. He's run out of his damn pebbles. The fun is over isn't it..But no, the resourceful bastard decides to keep making an ass out of himself, jumping into the air and flying at Aponi, yelling like an idiot. At this point, Yoshirou merely can't contain himself, and begins to laugh. It is a slow sound, and an oddly unheard one, Ichijouji being one of the few people who can cause him to laugh.

((I have a feeling most of that going underground shit was voided by ichijouji's post. >_>, so i'm not going to bother. Fear the wrath of my short fucking posts.))