[Log] Aizen, Gin, Isshin, Ryuuken (Party Log)
Title: Why, Hello There...
Characters: Aizen (lcpdragonslayer), Gin (formative), Isshin (lotus_seed), Ryuuken (thenakedcat)
Timeline: September 1, 2007
Rating: G
Summary: Aizen says a brief hello to the hosts of the Soul Society party.
The work-related talk with Byakuya was finally over. Now - apart from getting interrupted by phone calls he was expecting - the rest of his night should be relatively work-free. Whatever was left of it, anyway, judging from what the time was at that point. He took another sip of his whiskey, sighing contentedly.
He glanced down, and he realized he was still holding on to the boxed bottle of champagne. He had initially contemplated on getting it sent to Isshin’s office, but he ran out of time toward the end, and it would be impolite to send the gift late. He just had to look for the partners in crime.
It took him a while to find the two business associates, but he managed to catch sight of them - drinking and chatting leisurely with each other. “I don’t mean to interrupt,” he said, smiling. “But I thought I should come over and give the usual congratulatory remark. 25 years is a long time to last these days, and you have come a long way from the NYU student who was hesitant in giving me his phone number…”
He chuckled as he handed the box of ’82 Dom Pérignon to Isshin. “A small gift,” he said, smiling. “For both of you.” He thought they might appreciate the fact that the champagne was, oh, coincidentally 25 years old as well...
Sousuke had never been on Ryuuken's list of favorite people (and his unholy alliance with Gin didn't do much to ameliorate that), but then not many people were...and dealing civilly with the music mogul was a requirement of survival in the industry.
Besides, Isshin got along with the man. That meant that Ryuuken was willing to do a lot to keep the peace.
Including smiling graciously at the man as he presented his gift. "Not interrupting at all. In fact, it's our fault for not having properly greeted you as our guest. I do hope you've been enjoying yourself."
Isshin smiled first at the familiar face that approached, and then glanced down at the box held out to him.
"Ohh this is too good," he held it up in admiration, then pulled Aizen in for a hug. As he drew away, he grinned again. "Can ya believe we met that long ago? I swear we're not that old, yeah?"
Truth be told, something about Sousuke Aizen unnerved Isshin. The man never did anything that was indisputably evil, but he always left Isshin feeling less than comfortable.
Enjoying himself? Well, for the few seconds he was alone in the party, it had been wonderful, yes.
He wrapped Isshin in a brief embrace. The man had a thing for hugs... Not that old? He chuckled. "Of course we aren't. We only met... 26 years ago..."
To be honest, they were probably the three fossils in the room hanging around together.
"It is a nice party. Great turnout - You have done well. I see Ryuuken has been keeping you in line..." From the on-and-off encounters he had had with Isshin over the past two and a half decades, he knew the slightly... eccentric... Isshin could not run the company by himself if his life depended on it.
Gin emerged from his swim in the crowd and stumbled across the hosts of the party and Aizen. What a funny coincidence. Standing behind his boss, he peeked over his shoulder to see what the three gentlemen had just exchanged except pleasantries and a hug. Yes, he'd seen that and no, it had nothing to do with his sudden urge to talk to Sousuke and the other two, of course.
"Sheesh, couldn't ya have brought somethin' from this century? And why do you hug him for bringin' ya a relic, Mr Kurosaki?" The publicist's eyes strayed from Isshin to Ryuuken. "Never mind my askin'." Smiling sweetly - sickeningly so - he remained hovering behind Aizen until his nimble fingers which had slipped into the older man's pocket found what they'd been looking for. The bluetooth earpiece!
Carefully, he retrieved it and slipped it into his own pocket. "It's a wonderful party and I think it's time I took my leave." Flashing them a bright smile, Gin vanished back into the sea of people.
Ryuuken concealed his smirk behind his hand at Aizen's remark about keeping Isshin in line.
"Oh yes. The whip must crack, and he must jump when it does."
He looked down at the box with interest and appreciation. "It's a very happy sort of coincidence that '82 was a good year. Symbolism is much more fun if it doesn't taste like mouthwash."
Gin's sudden appearance didn't cause Ryuuken to jump, mostly because he'd been anticipating it since Aizen walked over. The publicist orbited his boss like some sort of eccentric comet. "Parting so soon? Well, I suppose we must say 'hello' and 'goodbye' both, then."
Isshin snorted at Ryuuken's comment about whips and jumping, but didn't respond as Gin's sudden entrance and departure distracted him.
Well THAT was weird....
He turned his attention back to Aizen, not wanting to think what Gin could have fished out of his boss' pocket. "Yeah, I guess a lot has changed since then - you've done really well, too."
He cast a gaze over his shoulder at the new arrival. Gin - how... odd? Well, he did not really know what was the appropriate word to use here. He quirked his eyebrow and chuckled a little, and before long the blond was gone just as swiftly as he had made his presence known.
It was a little bit suspicious, for the mischievous boy to come over just to say hello, ask questions merely to justify his arrival, and then disappear back into the crowd.
But he smiled as he redirected his attention to Isshin and Ryuuken. It was not something that particularly worried him, Gin being... well... Gin.
"Done really well? You flatter me, Isshin. Did you want something?" he asked teasingly, an amused smile playing on his face. "At any rate, this night isn't about me." It was a Soul Society party after all.
Ryuuken rolled his eyes, a smile curling the corners of his mouth up just a bit. "'Done really well' is JUST a bit of an understatement, Isshin."
He rather envied these two, who had been able to keep following their goals for so long. Of course he'd had his reasons for abandoning his own path, but there were just times when it was...depressing...to realize exactly how dependent he was on Isshin's continued good fortune.
"The night is about thanking those who've brought us this far...you've helped in your own way over the years. If only by hiring musicians with newsworthy levels of dysfunction."
Isshin frowned from behind his glass.
"I know, 'Ken, I'm just tryin' to be understated so I don't embarrass the guy by saying something like 'woah, you've acquired godlike powers in the music industry', sheez." He tipped the glass just as he heard a small crash, squeak of apology, and something like a roar.
Isshin's eyes flicked over to the sound, and saw a blue-haired man threatening a small janitor with - death? "Ah shit - I'll be right back, yeah? - and thanks again for this," he lifted the box under his arm briefly before hurrying out to save Hanatarou's life.
He turned to look toward the clatter of noise, but his view was obstructed by a few onlookers. His gaze returned back to their conversation quick enough for him to catch Isshin's comment, and he quirked his eyebrow a little as his gaze followed after Isshin's diminishing back. And so the host of the party goes to save the day.
"You are most welcome," he said, even though Isshin was not there anymore. "And, yes, I seem to have a knack for signing on bizarre or eccentric characters... With the exception of a couple of sane employees."
But he suspected he was not alone in this. Every office surely featured at least one worker that seemed to have arrived from Mars.
"I suppose I shall not hold you up, Ryuuken. I only came to deliver the gift, after all. You must have a plethora of other people to converse with tonight."
Ryuuken made an elegant shrug. Surely Aizen knew that there were few guests here more influential than himself. Ass-kissing could continue as long as necessary. "Linger if you care to. My job is to see that the guests are happy, and I will talk to you if it will make a difference."
He had been in the field of interacting with people long enough to be able to tell when he was not wanted. He was aware he was not exactly on the Top 100 People I Like list of Soul Society's Managing Editor - not that he particularly minded, or cared, but he figured he would do the man a favour and leave on his own accord.
At any rate, he was expecting a call at any minute, and, being one of the party hosts, he was sure Ryuuken had other matters to attend to. Dropping the gift off really was the only reason he wanted to put the partners in crime through the torture.
"I will be fine, Ryuuken. I am perfectly happy where I am, and as party host I know you have many other things to sort out."
Ryuuken's small bow of acquiescence showed no sign of either relief or disgust. "I thank you for your consideration. Have a good evening, Sousuke. It's work for you too, I know."
He turned away to go greet a pop starlet and her entourage, the neutral host-mask firmly in place.
Characters: Aizen (lcpdragonslayer), Gin (formative), Isshin (lotus_seed), Ryuuken (thenakedcat)
Timeline: September 1, 2007
Rating: G
Summary: Aizen says a brief hello to the hosts of the Soul Society party.
The work-related talk with Byakuya was finally over. Now - apart from getting interrupted by phone calls he was expecting - the rest of his night should be relatively work-free. Whatever was left of it, anyway, judging from what the time was at that point. He took another sip of his whiskey, sighing contentedly.
He glanced down, and he realized he was still holding on to the boxed bottle of champagne. He had initially contemplated on getting it sent to Isshin’s office, but he ran out of time toward the end, and it would be impolite to send the gift late. He just had to look for the partners in crime.
It took him a while to find the two business associates, but he managed to catch sight of them - drinking and chatting leisurely with each other. “I don’t mean to interrupt,” he said, smiling. “But I thought I should come over and give the usual congratulatory remark. 25 years is a long time to last these days, and you have come a long way from the NYU student who was hesitant in giving me his phone number…”
He chuckled as he handed the box of ’82 Dom Pérignon to Isshin. “A small gift,” he said, smiling. “For both of you.” He thought they might appreciate the fact that the champagne was, oh, coincidentally 25 years old as well...
Sousuke had never been on Ryuuken's list of favorite people (and his unholy alliance with Gin didn't do much to ameliorate that), but then not many people were...and dealing civilly with the music mogul was a requirement of survival in the industry.
Besides, Isshin got along with the man. That meant that Ryuuken was willing to do a lot to keep the peace.
Including smiling graciously at the man as he presented his gift. "Not interrupting at all. In fact, it's our fault for not having properly greeted you as our guest. I do hope you've been enjoying yourself."
Isshin smiled first at the familiar face that approached, and then glanced down at the box held out to him.
"Ohh this is too good," he held it up in admiration, then pulled Aizen in for a hug. As he drew away, he grinned again. "Can ya believe we met that long ago? I swear we're not that old, yeah?"
Truth be told, something about Sousuke Aizen unnerved Isshin. The man never did anything that was indisputably evil, but he always left Isshin feeling less than comfortable.
Enjoying himself? Well, for the few seconds he was alone in the party, it had been wonderful, yes.
He wrapped Isshin in a brief embrace. The man had a thing for hugs... Not that old? He chuckled. "Of course we aren't. We only met... 26 years ago..."
To be honest, they were probably the three fossils in the room hanging around together.
"It is a nice party. Great turnout - You have done well. I see Ryuuken has been keeping you in line..." From the on-and-off encounters he had had with Isshin over the past two and a half decades, he knew the slightly... eccentric... Isshin could not run the company by himself if his life depended on it.
Gin emerged from his swim in the crowd and stumbled across the hosts of the party and Aizen. What a funny coincidence. Standing behind his boss, he peeked over his shoulder to see what the three gentlemen had just exchanged except pleasantries and a hug. Yes, he'd seen that and no, it had nothing to do with his sudden urge to talk to Sousuke and the other two, of course.
"Sheesh, couldn't ya have brought somethin' from this century? And why do you hug him for bringin' ya a relic, Mr Kurosaki?" The publicist's eyes strayed from Isshin to Ryuuken. "Never mind my askin'." Smiling sweetly - sickeningly so - he remained hovering behind Aizen until his nimble fingers which had slipped into the older man's pocket found what they'd been looking for. The bluetooth earpiece!
Carefully, he retrieved it and slipped it into his own pocket. "It's a wonderful party and I think it's time I took my leave." Flashing them a bright smile, Gin vanished back into the sea of people.
Ryuuken concealed his smirk behind his hand at Aizen's remark about keeping Isshin in line.
"Oh yes. The whip must crack, and he must jump when it does."
He looked down at the box with interest and appreciation. "It's a very happy sort of coincidence that '82 was a good year. Symbolism is much more fun if it doesn't taste like mouthwash."
Gin's sudden appearance didn't cause Ryuuken to jump, mostly because he'd been anticipating it since Aizen walked over. The publicist orbited his boss like some sort of eccentric comet. "Parting so soon? Well, I suppose we must say 'hello' and 'goodbye' both, then."
Isshin snorted at Ryuuken's comment about whips and jumping, but didn't respond as Gin's sudden entrance and departure distracted him.
Well THAT was weird....
He turned his attention back to Aizen, not wanting to think what Gin could have fished out of his boss' pocket. "Yeah, I guess a lot has changed since then - you've done really well, too."
He cast a gaze over his shoulder at the new arrival. Gin - how... odd? Well, he did not really know what was the appropriate word to use here. He quirked his eyebrow and chuckled a little, and before long the blond was gone just as swiftly as he had made his presence known.
It was a little bit suspicious, for the mischievous boy to come over just to say hello, ask questions merely to justify his arrival, and then disappear back into the crowd.
But he smiled as he redirected his attention to Isshin and Ryuuken. It was not something that particularly worried him, Gin being... well... Gin.
"Done really well? You flatter me, Isshin. Did you want something?" he asked teasingly, an amused smile playing on his face. "At any rate, this night isn't about me." It was a Soul Society party after all.
Ryuuken rolled his eyes, a smile curling the corners of his mouth up just a bit. "'Done really well' is JUST a bit of an understatement, Isshin."
He rather envied these two, who had been able to keep following their goals for so long. Of course he'd had his reasons for abandoning his own path, but there were just times when it was...depressing...to realize exactly how dependent he was on Isshin's continued good fortune.
"The night is about thanking those who've brought us this far...you've helped in your own way over the years. If only by hiring musicians with newsworthy levels of dysfunction."
Isshin frowned from behind his glass.
"I know, 'Ken, I'm just tryin' to be understated so I don't embarrass the guy by saying something like 'woah, you've acquired godlike powers in the music industry', sheez." He tipped the glass just as he heard a small crash, squeak of apology, and something like a roar.
Isshin's eyes flicked over to the sound, and saw a blue-haired man threatening a small janitor with - death? "Ah shit - I'll be right back, yeah? - and thanks again for this," he lifted the box under his arm briefly before hurrying out to save Hanatarou's life.
He turned to look toward the clatter of noise, but his view was obstructed by a few onlookers. His gaze returned back to their conversation quick enough for him to catch Isshin's comment, and he quirked his eyebrow a little as his gaze followed after Isshin's diminishing back. And so the host of the party goes to save the day.
"You are most welcome," he said, even though Isshin was not there anymore. "And, yes, I seem to have a knack for signing on bizarre or eccentric characters... With the exception of a couple of sane employees."
But he suspected he was not alone in this. Every office surely featured at least one worker that seemed to have arrived from Mars.
"I suppose I shall not hold you up, Ryuuken. I only came to deliver the gift, after all. You must have a plethora of other people to converse with tonight."
Ryuuken made an elegant shrug. Surely Aizen knew that there were few guests here more influential than himself. Ass-kissing could continue as long as necessary. "Linger if you care to. My job is to see that the guests are happy, and I will talk to you if it will make a difference."
He had been in the field of interacting with people long enough to be able to tell when he was not wanted. He was aware he was not exactly on the Top 100 People I Like list of Soul Society's Managing Editor - not that he particularly minded, or cared, but he figured he would do the man a favour and leave on his own accord.
At any rate, he was expecting a call at any minute, and, being one of the party hosts, he was sure Ryuuken had other matters to attend to. Dropping the gift off really was the only reason he wanted to put the partners in crime through the torture.
"I will be fine, Ryuuken. I am perfectly happy where I am, and as party host I know you have many other things to sort out."
Ryuuken's small bow of acquiescence showed no sign of either relief or disgust. "I thank you for your consideration. Have a good evening, Sousuke. It's work for you too, I know."
He turned away to go greet a pop starlet and her entourage, the neutral host-mask firmly in place.