|| So.. I’ll be back in a few days.. :) Let me leave this..

The second one is crappy..it’s a tad smaller when I took picture of it..

Soul Eater by Atsushi Ohkubo

Art by Me

: DNS :

|| And I can’t handle.. the insecurities.

*Rageflips*

Coldnessstarted to pour in on the pavements of her hometown. Much less the island nation with its happy welcome on the passing of the seasons. Villagers and high folk alike, their faces beamed as they prepare for each celebration waiting for just happen. Such glee in the air was really appreciated by the woman. Or rather, she have made a plan to treat herself at the least.

A cozy night with warm tea observing the night sky would be much of a relaxing scene to take. Her work has long been finished. Finished to just the decided exact time with much dedication. Azusa left with all her staff to enjoy even a bit for just one day. The first day where the white will fall. Majestic. Silent. Fleeing.

Her glasses glistened on the rays of the sun, a bit of warmth. The snow gradually poured down. Walking the now snow-covered terrain. On her way to buy some necessities. The same time she observed people increase and souls synchronized. A small smile spread in her face. It can’t be helped. At the least she was affected by it as well.

The breeze caught in slow. Looking up to the sky with a feeling she will expect a guest. Much..much more than that.

|| Art by: Hanezumi

AAAHHH! Mun is inspired~! I’m going to send random starters~!

The mission was to get hold of the lost files. Primarily concerning about the establishment of the Institution. Of course, the slim chance of retrieval would be possible. Seeing that besides the woman pacing up steps against the cobblestone steps of Manchester, another Deathscythe was set up to help. Least to be companionship.

England was a promising place with its still description of the Victorian times kept up in a beautiful state. Lamps adorned and illuminated the streets. People already starting to get ahead of what’s in them for the Yuletide. Also an improper time for her to spent such Christmas. On a job to do but she can’t possibly back out in her nature to do so. The first drops of snow piled in. It’s quite the scenario. Precisely by 16:00 hours she would meet up with her colleague. Presuming he was already briefed with what to do.

The raven-haired Deathscythe stood just beside a newly-lit Christmas tree. Partnered up with her black coat choice. Waiting as her breath was seen just lightly in the air.

"He is..late." she mustered.

|| Giving me the feels..everytime..

|| And back again from a hiatus.. @.@ I wanna get back my mun here. And I will. Will wait for others to get on~.. Until then~

Let’s have Tezzy!

roleplayingconfessionsfromrpers:

I have often considered leaving my rp accounts, but there’s one person who always indirectly gets me to stay.

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

death-sniper:

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

A.Yumi: madhatter-urahara-kisuke: A.Yumi: madhatter-urahara-kisuke: A.Yumi:…

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

A.Yumi: madhatter-urahara-kisuke: A.Yumi: madhatter-urahara-kisuke: A.Yumi:…

death-sniper:

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

death-sniper:

He took a deep breath then releasing it with a sigh. He would bit his lower lip as he thinks. The mochi, upon sight, distracted him to eat it for the moment thereby occupying his mouth in a few minutes at the same time the woman took her time to ask another question. He wiped his mouth with the table napkin after. “Well, to put it honestly, I just plan to quiet down for a while…” He concluded his words with a shaky smile. He gulped for water for the second time.

"It is a privilege to have you stay here.." Her gaze hadn’t changed a bit ever since she finished her tea with much enjoyed sweetness. Surely she would like him to have a audience with the same race as his. The Grim Reaper. But she wasn’t that sure if he would accept such invitation. "Would you perhaps..wants to see Lord Death?"

Happiness filled his mind for the moment she invited her to see another soul reaper yet he thinks it was too soon. “I will have to decline for now.” Something tells him this isn’t the right time to pay a visit to a famous figure. It might create unnecessary commotion from having a soul so strong like him in the human world. He did not want to make himself discoverable to the enemies around. “I am in no hurry.” This emphasizing his laidback attitude. He finished his glass and dessert. “Is it your day off, Azusa-san?” Switching the topic to hers as he observed how can this woman of a high ranking status could still have the time to chitchat with a stranger like him. 

Naturally enough, she quite expected he would decline such offer. In his situation it’s difficult for him to be seen so immediate. The woman leaned to her chair easing herself. After hearing his query out she was barely startled as to why he asks such things. But of course to be polite she answered them in honest truth. “I am able to take such a day after pulling all nighters the past few weeks. Paperworks and reports. That’s mostly I do and for the others..” Trailing off her voice as she became a bit agitated. Annoyed by the fact that some of her colleagues were passing this to her. 

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

A.Yumi: madhatter-urahara-kisuke: A.Yumi: madhatter-urahara-kisuke: A.Yumi:…

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

A.Yumi: madhatter-urahara-kisuke: A.Yumi: madhatter-urahara-kisuke: A.Yumi:…

death-sniper:

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

death-sniper:

He took a deep breath then releasing it with a sigh. He would bit his lower lip as he thinks. The mochi, upon sight, distracted him to eat it for the moment thereby occupying his mouth in a few minutes at the same time the woman took her time to ask another question. He wiped his mouth with the table napkin after. “Well, to put it honestly, I just plan to quiet down for a while…” He concluded his words with a shaky smile. He gulped for water for the second time.

"It is a privilege to have you stay here.." Her gaze hadn’t changed a bit ever since she finished her tea with much enjoyed sweetness. Surely she would like him to have a audience with the same race as his. The Grim Reaper. But she wasn’t that sure if he would accept such invitation. "Would you perhaps..wants to see Lord Death?"

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

A.Yumi: madhatter-urahara-kisuke: A.Yumi: madhatter-urahara-kisuke: A.Yumi:…

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

A.Yumi: madhatter-urahara-kisuke: A.Yumi: madhatter-urahara-kisuke: A.Yumi:…

death-sniper:

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

death-sniper:

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

death-sniper:

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

A.Yumi:…

He faces her again. After a few seconds of gathering his thoughts, he finally gained enough confidence to utter those unbearable words. And for him, he felt he could trust this woman, if not or anyways, most of the soul reapers know of his story, its no big deal this time. With an apologetic look, he folded the fan and gripped it with both his hands gently putting them on the table to show he was at ease. “…I was exiled. Not because Im a criminal…No, I was just accused of the crime I didn’t do…” He mouthed those words with a faint voice coming out. He spoke fast too but enough for her to catch, probably.

"My apologies.. Urahara-san.." after hearing him out,the woman retorted to the best possible option. Pitying him will only result to worst, as most powerful beings hated to be treated like that. Instead, the way she spoke the apology was like a friend truly understanding the scenario. And hoping she could help. With her head bowing lightly she offered an ohagi to him. The sweets sure will lure him out of that state. “Are you planning to investigate here for any clues regarding the real one who accused you? Because I think that’s the next possible conclusion I can draw.” The woman spoke gently, yet audible for them. Surely they are being watched. And she despises that idea. Time surely flies fast, they spent it just right and it was now a cool afternoon. The comforting feeling even inside the shop.

|| Guess I have to sleep~ Thanks for this day!

A Hallow’s Eve to everyone!

And there’s this. Haru-chan sleeping~

Precious!

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

A.Yumi: madhatter-urahara-kisuke: A.Yumi: madhatter-urahara-kisuke: A.Yumi:…

death-sniper:

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

death-sniper:

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

death-sniper:

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

A.Yumi: madhatter-urahara-kisuke: A.Yumi: madhatter-urahara-kisuke: A.Yumi:…

death-sniper:

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

A.Yumi: madhatter-urahara-kisuke: A.Yumi: madhatter-urahara-kisuke: A.Yumi:…

He kept quiet for a while. He didn’t want to make it obvious that he was collecting data from her. While the petals fall off his shoulders that there were no need to pat it off, he stayed observant of the surroundings. Things were getting clear to him somehow that this woman is a public figure. He smiled at the people who passed by them. Being friendly in a foreign territory was his way to camouflage his difference from the rest. Further, the words of the woman was sinking deep to his mind. He wasn’t surprised. But he was glad that a strong weapon like her was not persuaded to the dark side. It’s time to tell his own story.

"I am Kisuke Urahara by the way…" His face was marked with embarrassment. This, it shows that his shy side has remained despite many years of living. He just doesn’t know how to be that typical guy who can be friends with anyone.

"Ah… Urahara-san is it?" her bewilderment rose more but she kept her eyes quiet about it. Data. The two of them are merely having this symbiosis with the exception of a blossoming friendship. His roots traced to being a Japanese somehow gives her the privilege of being very curious to know this man more. Their race is actually a mysterious one by that. Finding it also odd to see him quite in embarrassment. Being a figure in the City she was, her thoughts hummed in the thought she preferred just in the shadows. Unlike her other colleagues who far outshone her. Aside from the occasions where she adjusts her glasses and glancing at him, she couldn’t do anything less. Just invite him to walk to the nearby coffee shop chain would do suit for this conversation. "I forgot to mention my name haven’t I? Just call me Azusa. And I can quite tell you have crossed your own world to here.."

He nodded to the woman as she confirms his name once more. A few steps and he caught himself joining her to the coffee shop. “Nice to meet you, Azusa-san…”

He would wait for her to make the choice where she wants to sit. In his memory, he could recall passing through this shop. He need not to worry about getting lost. He has a device made to guide him back to his house. Nevertheless he did not want to go home yet. It was good to find someone who has special powers other than him. Somehow he got this feeling that he wasn’t alone that time.

"Does it parallel in your world Urahara-san? The soul gathering. Does it?"  A rang was heard and it was nice, the shop welcoming them with utmost courtesy. The Deathscythe did the choice of leading her acquaintance where the scenery is at best. The windowside. Her hand was raised slightly having someone cater their respective orders. She ordering up a Darjeeling with an odd combination of sweet ohagi. A quite habit she bore the times she stayed here. The woman waited for his. Looking at the window adjacent to their seat. It was pleasant to know to have another one of Japanese descent here. Though wondering if how her country look like in his view.

|| *Ohagi is a sweet rice ball, usually filled with azuki, a popular sweet red bean paste in Japanese desserts.

The man followed her and sat on the opposite side, facing her. As she laid her orders, he did the same after. Ordering ‘mochi’, another Japanese dessert that is on the menu. And to answer her inquiry, he said, “Yes, it does. But for us soul reapers, we focus more on guiding souls to safety. In order not to be eaten by what we call Hollows. They are like the demons but they only have spiritual form. But are highly capable of having different feats…” His voice was not too loud so as not to spread the word to unnecessary individuals.

"We weapons consume the souls of potential Demon Gods. In order to cease the rampage." she nodded at her statement,thanking the waiter that brought in their orders. The woman was about to sip her Darjeeling with an idea popping in her mirage of thoughts. Possibly a way of knowing him better. "I should call you Urahara-sama then.. by that immense power I can never match with.Well.. what is your goal here?"

He took a sip of water as she spoke further. Her organization had almost the same goal as his squad before. With his eyes locked unto her, he listened. Only to be surprised by her address to him. “No please, Azusa-san, it’s alright to call me by my name alone. I am not your boss to begin with.” This man was quite uncomfortable being called ‘-sama’ or lord. He hid his mouth underneath the open fan. His eyes turned to the food by the table. “I didn’t say that we soul reapers are the boss of humans, no. I am here because I…” He paused. Thinking if this was really the right time to say it. It would only bring back the bitter past he had hundred of years ago. He was looking through the window. Thinking deeper.

"Because..?" she kept quiet,giving him almost an intense stare that might add up to his more uncomfortable feeling. To ease him off she just looked somewhere else. Probably enjoying the vintage and ornate designs the shop offered. The woman got her cup down. Smiling lightly though it was rare. "Please ease yourself.. Urahara-san."

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

death-sniper:

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

death-sniper:

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

A.Yumi: madhatter-urahara-kisuke: A.Yumi: madhatter-urahara-kisuke: A.Yumi:…

death-sniper:

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

A.Yumi: madhatter-urahara-kisuke: A.Yumi: madhatter-urahara-kisuke: A.Yumi:…

He kept quiet for a while. He didn’t want to make it obvious that he was collecting data from her. While the petals fall off his shoulders that there were no need to pat it off, he stayed observant of the surroundings. Things were getting clear to him somehow that this woman is a public figure. He smiled at the people who passed by them. Being friendly in a foreign territory was his way to camouflage his difference from the rest. Further, the words of the woman was sinking deep to his mind. He wasn’t surprised. But he was glad that a strong weapon like her was not persuaded to the dark side. It’s time to tell his own story.

"I am Kisuke Urahara by the way…" His face was marked with embarrassment. This, it shows that his shy side has remained despite many years of living. He just doesn’t know how to be that typical guy who can be friends with anyone.

"Ah… Urahara-san is it?" her bewilderment rose more but she kept her eyes quiet about it. Data. The two of them are merely having this symbiosis with the exception of a blossoming friendship. His roots traced to being a Japanese somehow gives her the privilege of being very curious to know this man more. Their race is actually a mysterious one by that. Finding it also odd to see him quite in embarrassment. Being a figure in the City she was, her thoughts hummed in the thought she preferred just in the shadows. Unlike her other colleagues who far outshone her. Aside from the occasions where she adjusts her glasses and glancing at him, she couldn’t do anything less. Just invite him to walk to the nearby coffee shop chain would do suit for this conversation. "I forgot to mention my name haven’t I? Just call me Azusa. And I can quite tell you have crossed your own world to here.."

He nodded to the woman as she confirms his name once more. A few steps and he caught himself joining her to the coffee shop. “Nice to meet you, Azusa-san…”

He would wait for her to make the choice where she wants to sit. In his memory, he could recall passing through this shop. He need not to worry about getting lost. He has a device made to guide him back to his house. Nevertheless he did not want to go home yet. It was good to find someone who has special powers other than him. Somehow he got this feeling that he wasn’t alone that time.

"Does it parallel in your world Urahara-san? The soul gathering. Does it?"  A rang was heard and it was nice, the shop welcoming them with utmost courtesy. The Deathscythe did the choice of leading her acquaintance where the scenery is at best. The windowside. Her hand was raised slightly having someone cater their respective orders. She ordering up a Darjeeling with an odd combination of sweet ohagi. A quite habit she bore the times she stayed here. The woman waited for his. Looking at the window adjacent to their seat. It was pleasant to know to have another one of Japanese descent here. Though wondering if how her country look like in his view.

|| *Ohagi is a sweet rice ball, usually filled with azuki, a popular sweet red bean paste in Japanese desserts.

The man followed her and sat on the opposite side, facing her. As she laid her orders, he did the same after. Ordering ‘mochi’, another Japanese dessert that is on the menu. And to answer her inquiry, he said, “Yes, it does. But for us soul reapers, we focus more on guiding souls to safety. In order not to be eaten by what we call Hollows. They are like the demons but they only have spiritual form. But are highly capable of having different feats…” His voice was not too loud so as not to spread the word to unnecessary individuals.

"We weapons consume the souls of potential Demon Gods. In order to cease the rampage." she nodded at her statement,thanking the waiter that brought in their orders. The woman was about to sip her Darjeeling with an idea popping in her mirage of thoughts. Possibly a way of knowing him better. "I should call you Urahara-sama then.. by that immense power I can never match with.Well.. what is your goal here?"

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

death-sniper:

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

A.Yumi: madhatter-urahara-kisuke: A.Yumi: madhatter-urahara-kisuke: A.Yumi:…

death-sniper:

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

madhatter-urahara-kisuke:

A.Yumi: madhatter-urahara-kisuke: A.Yumi: madhatter-urahara-kisuke: A.Yumi:…

He kept quiet for a while. He didn’t want to make it obvious that he was collecting data from her. While the petals fall off his shoulders that there were no need to pat it off, he stayed observant of the surroundings. Things were getting clear to him somehow that this woman is a public figure. He smiled at the people who passed by them. Being friendly in a foreign territory was his way to camouflage his difference from the rest. Further, the words of the woman was sinking deep to his mind. He wasn’t surprised. But he was glad that a strong weapon like her was not persuaded to the dark side. It’s time to tell his own story.

"I am Kisuke Urahara by the way…" His face was marked with embarrassment. This, it shows that his shy side has remained despite many years of living. He just doesn’t know how to be that typical guy who can be friends with anyone.

"Ah… Urahara-san is it?" her bewilderment rose more but she kept her eyes quiet about it. Data. The two of them are merely having this symbiosis with the exception of a blossoming friendship. His roots traced to being a Japanese somehow gives her the privilege of being very curious to know this man more. Their race is actually a mysterious one by that. Finding it also odd to see him quite in embarrassment. Being a figure in the City she was, her thoughts hummed in the thought she preferred just in the shadows. Unlike her other colleagues who far outshone her. Aside from the occasions where she adjusts her glasses and glancing at him, she couldn’t do anything less. Just invite him to walk to the nearby coffee shop chain would do suit for this conversation. "I forgot to mention my name haven’t I? Just call me Azusa. And I can quite tell you have crossed your own world to here.."

He nodded to the woman as she confirms his name once more. A few steps and he caught himself joining her to the coffee shop. “Nice to meet you, Azusa-san…”

He would wait for her to make the choice where she wants to sit. In his memory, he could recall passing through this shop. He need not to worry about getting lost. He has a device made to guide him back to his house. Nevertheless he did not want to go home yet. It was good to find someone who has special powers other than him. Somehow he got this feeling that he wasn’t alone that time.

"Does it parallel in your world Urahara-san? The soul gathering. Does it?"  A rang was heard and it was nice, the shop welcoming them with utmost courtesy. The Deathscythe did the choice of leading her acquaintance where the scenery is at best. The windowside. Her hand was raised slightly having someone cater their respective orders. She ordering up a Darjeeling with an odd combination of sweet ohagi. A quite habit she bore the times she stayed here. The woman waited for his. Looking at the window adjacent to their seat. It was pleasant to know to have another one of Japanese descent here. Though wondering if how her country look like in his view.

|| *Ohagi is a sweet rice ball, usually filled with azuki, a popular sweet red bean paste in Japanese desserts.