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Post by Izanagi Yamato on Apr 22, 2012 21:02:36 GMT -5
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Izanagi walked with confidence, down the streets with his with his pockets but lacked his nodachi. Cause of this, he felt naked but he couldn't go strolling around neighborhoods without having someone call the cops on him. Izanagi isn't a man who deserves to be in jail nor should he base on the fact there is billion people in the world who deserved to go to prison. Anyways, he needed to get out of the Lupo Family's mansion and away from the spoiler brats. For some reason, everything that came out of their mouth made them seem like spoiler children. Fucking morons, they were. How much longer he could take of them, Izanagi wasn't sure. He paused for walking and reached for his cell which happen to be ringing. Of course, he ignored the call but glanced that the time. Upon looking at it, he saw that it was 1:32 pm. It was a good time to head to a bar and have his daily cup of rum followed by whiskey.
With this, Izanagi began walking again. In doing so, he bumped into a gentle older woman by mistake. Holding himself responsible, he bowed then offered to help the woman carry her items but the kind-hearted woman didn't wish to bother him. It was time like this, that he enjoyed hanging around the elderly then the youth, even though he was the youth. Odd, to be honest but it's the way he worked and didn't wish to understand why or how he was like this. Again, he was on way to the bar. This time, he managed to reach his point of interest. Opening of the doors, Izanagi grabbed a chair then the counter, placed a decent amount of cash on the counter, then spoke. "A cup of rum mixed with whiskey and abit of wine, ma'am." He asked politely, waiting for the woman to respond then grab his drink.
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Post by VALERIE DE CELIS on Apr 25, 2012 19:54:02 GMT -5
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Post by Izanagi Yamato on Apr 25, 2012 21:59:18 GMT -5
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Izanagi enjoyed the quiet setting which the bar had displayed, kept him for having to talk to people. Sipping his glass, he finally noticed a decent looking blonde woman whom he completely missed from the get-go. Surprising. Well not that surprising, the man was focus on getting himself some liquor and when his mind was focus, everything tend to disappear around him. Slowly removing the glass from his mouth, his ears twitched upon listening to what the blonde spoke of. Placing the glass on the counter in front of him then proceeding to fold his arms above his stomach, a smirk ran from the left side of his cheek to his right. What the blonde stated was indeed correct about most man. Izanagi was fully aware of what she was referring to due to his job being a bodyguard. He deal with this subject numerous of time and as such, he came up with an answer to the this remarked. "Ya'know, this happens cause women put themselves in that position thus men believe it's ok to treat them as items instead of human beings." Izanagi stated, countering the woman's original argument and placing food for thought on the table. Of course, he wasn't agree with the injustice and corrupted behavior of men, he was just point out there always two sides of the story. Izanagi believed himself to be a just man when it came to alot of subjects but there were a few which he could not stand for and would immediately throw him in a state of rage. Lucky, this wasn't one of them.
The samurai formed a fist then placed it under his chin. "I don't mean to rude but what seems to your issue with men? Not all of us are the same. That's like stating your the same as cold blood mother who has abandon her child." Izanagi made a small reference to his own mother, feeling the reference would prove his point to be just even tho it had bother him to a small degree. However, he did not display emotion of pain. He raised two fingers then pointed at himself then the blonde, asking a male bartender to bring out two more cups of there current drinks. The black haired samurai believed he was making an odd but none the less, interesting friend today. Not only that, she appeared in his eyes as a beautiful and majestic creature which many samurais didn't have the honor of doing before they met death upon the battlefield. Grabbing his glass of liquor, he took another sip, waiting to hear an counter of his counter. Overall, this is how he viewed things, men and women were corrupted creatures thus they cause pain together throughout life, never understanding the true meaning of peace. Somehow, Izanagi felt tonight was gonna be quiet lovely with a few bumps along the course of the night.
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