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Christmas. Such a useless holiday.



[ooc: Yumichika baaaw. ._. bff 'kakku went home. he h8s you all]

Ah... Fear not City. I have not disappeared, so cease your mourning. I have merely been catching up on my beauty rest so that I may continue to shine brightly for you in this month of December.


Yes, yes, your blazing Yumichika star still burns passionately with vivid light. Admire me with all your strength, beautiful ones.


As of late, I've developed an interest in cherries and the latest downloads of human music for the iPod. Need I charm you into bringing me either~?


By the way, house of the 11th... Did we acquire another dog or was that a dream?

( [Shinigami Filter // Hastily Coded] )

Halloween? What purpose does this celebration serve? To put a mask over this face would be a most blasphemous thing. Idiotic.

Death the Kid's most esteemed father, I would like to make your aqcuaintance.


[ooc: Half BAW/Half Bored. Slightly agitated. Pre-Menstrual Shinigami desu.]

Ah, what a glorious arena. It wasn't there just yesterday. Perhaps it is a gift from those pesky Deities. After investigating the grounds and the vast interior, I've developed a marvelous idea~

"Self-Defense" students of Ayasegawa Yumichika and Madarame Ikkaku, show me your strength. Surely there has to be some progress after months of such intense training under one of the strongest men I know and the most beautiful man alive to assist him. (That would be yours truly, for those of lesser intelligence.) Dawn your uniforms, my little ones. Freshly washed and crisp, as it is mandatory that you not embarrass me. I'll have your heads, otherwise. Discard age and gender; tonight you will be made into warriors of the most vicious degree. How far have you come? How red is your blood? How strong is your will?

That we have yet to find out. Consider it a final exam for the month to determine your standing. First blood declares the winner in a free for all match.

But of course, it would be rude to not extend the invitation to the students of one Shihouin Yoruichi. If you feel you have what it takes, come to the arena and leave your blood splatters as signatures that you were there. My team will gladly aid you in doing so. Hopeful recruits, don't be silent. Come to play. I'd like to see your skill in the martial arts. Let us christen this great structure with everything you've got.

Wounds will be tended to accordingly. Failures will result in intensified training.

Spectators are more than welcome. It would be a most brilliant honor if the Sohma clan graced me with their lovely presence.

And yes. If there is some question about my strength, I'm more than willing to satisfy your curiosity if you aren't ugly.


[ooc: Penalty training = playtime with Kushi and Dribbles-chan. And that's going easy on 'em. >>]

[Enter Yumichika into the 11th household, missing since early last night. He spares no glances toward nor regards any members that may be present. The only sound from him is the soft slide of his feet against the floor as he makes his way to his room. He drips with blood of both his and his opponent's and the fresh scent of gunpowder taints the air. His skin is scorched and littered with burns, clothing torn to shreds in some places, but his hair is strangely kempt. A wig, for every self respecting beauty has one in times of crisis. A stern, unreadable expression dawned, negative energy radiates from his being so thick that even Kushi and Dribbles-chan slither from his quarters with a whine and a tail tucked between their legs. The door to his bedroom closes behind him.]

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Hanatarou-san.



[ooc: FINARRY I get to use one of his bloody icons! >DDD Post-scrap with Papillon. The outcome was an epic draw in which he received the most damage and failed to kill Papi. That's just about equal to a loss in his mind, so he will be pissed. His SPESHAL technique was thwarted from full efficiency because he got that ass blown up. What he did manage to drain from Papi has helped to heal the more minor of his wounds but he's still a hot mess. The cause of all this? Yoruichi and her booty. They cause far too much trouble. >D tl;dr stfu]

[After the initial shock at his new body, complete with frantic screams, flailing and bogus accusations, cue Yumichika eyeing himself in the mirror. Acceptance has hit. And so has the video feed button on his communicator.]



...Ikkaku. I need your assistance.

Annoying City. Really.


[ooc: Yeah. One last lulz for the road! Let's make it a good one, people. ♥ Yeah it's Rihanna STFU. The hair worked, okay?! Sampling sweets in the City did this to him. Watari, you'll die. PS. All residents of the 11th household will come upon this cleaning the Junk Room. ]

I suppose I can call this "playing catch-up," so to speak. So much has happened and I failed to keep record. I was struggling to make myself even more beautiful than I already am. Not that I have a reason to justify such.

Thus far, an influx of new faces in the City. A Sohma is among them. Welcome, Sohma-san. I've met nearly all of them. Quite a nice arrangement of faces to be surrounded by if I must admit. It's enough to lift my spirits and banish the memories of uglier citizens here.

And I have been fortunate enough to be unaffected by the string of curses lately. Mere luck, or are the Deities too smitten with my beauty to affect me? More than likely it is the latter. ♥ How very understandable.

What is this talk of things attacking faces today? If you look a certain way, you only brought it upon yourself.

( Shinigami Filter// + Exiles// + Ichigo )



[ooc: srry! eye strain = break from intarwebz. >>; Hitsu, he haets ur fais. urahara gets a not!apology. Yoruichi, he's speechless about ur srs captain bsnss. Ichigo gets an "apology accepted" in yumi!talk. God help the restaurant that hosts 11th div. food tiemz.]

City.

♫♪ I can tell you wanna taste it, but I'm gone make you chase it
You got to be patient, I like my men patient
More patience, you take might get you in more places
You can't be abrasive, has to know to pace it

If I let you get up on it, you gotta make a promise
That you gone put it on me, like no ones put it on me
Don't bore me, just show me, all men talk but don't please
I can be a tease, but I really wanna please you ♪♫

Explain.

Foolish, novice women. Pampered princesses lying around like useless ceramic dolls. Talentless.

I will show you how to be a gem among jewels, a diamond among dirt.

The sought after prize hidden beneath the dunes.

Oh great Sultans of this vast and endless land, shall I dance for you until your eyes have had their fill?


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After all, no one knows the true desires of a man like another man. Men make the best women.

[/Private]



[ooc: Attention whore. He's an entertainer! Female impersonator to be exact. (What? Didn't know there was such a thing as a male belly dancer?) He'll be performing, collecting admirers in hopes of attracting the attention of a Sultan so he can live the good life and be spoiled. In ur harem, out-dancing/out-prettying ur wiminz. Appearance is as presented in his icons.]

All and well, City? Everyone affected is now in beautiful recovery, yes? Good. Show much gratitude to your caretakers and active healers.

Because I am so strong, I suffered from little more than dehydration nothing. I am quite proud of myself, if I must admit.

During the suggestion to stay indoors, I witnessed a most beautiful image of myself walking gracefully near the subway. Half-clothed, no less! How unfortunate for you all to miss such a stunning form. Perhaps if you are lucky, you will be able to view it once more in three-dimensional glory. ♥

( Filtered from Traitors and Arrancar// Filtered to Shinigami )

( Private// Hack and Fujikujaku eats your soul )

Once upon a time, an XX chromosome named 'damn' met an XY chromosome named 'sexy.' After an evening of unadulterated passion, they later produced 'damn sexy perfection.' Me. Yours Truly. Ayasegawa Yumichika.

But I am but a beautiful, powerful puzzle piece of an even greater picture. No blaring, glittering, over-sized text is needed to loudly proclaim its greatness.

Simply put, bow to your unbeatable masters:

The 11th Combat Division

We boast the strongest captain. We have our secret strengths. Bankai or no, we are unbeatable. We come from all walks of life rather than from strict, stuck-up nobility. We are intelligent, fearless and we can hold our alcohol. Don't let your hearts skip a beat; we just might rip them out before you blink.

Old Man Yamamoto-sama should have created a 5.5 Division so that there would at least be someone as half as strong as us.

Renji-kun, you should consider coming back home. Your brothers are waiting for you. Don't waste your strength looking pretty in the 6th.

And do not be mistaken. I hear this City boasts ninja, wizards, vampires, witches, inhuman things and countless more beings.

We'll kill you too.


[ooc: you saw it coming. |D This is his normal attitude x10 a la curse.]

11TH DIVISION MEMBERS DO NOT HUG.

For Captain Zaraki and Yachiru all who are affected today, you got what you had coming.

How delightful this is.