I won't let you turn around, put me down

[alapimp]

Who: Aizen and YOU.
When: Throughout the 5th Jan. A DAY WITH AIZEN YAY.
Where: All sorts of places.
Summary: Aizen's out today! If you want your character to run into him, please specify which time/place you've selected. NB: This isn't so good guys can track him throughout the day, because that would prove pretty damn difficult with the way he

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19:40pm, Black Market

[ebony_mask]

[Black Mask has forgone disguising his skull with putty and makeup; appearances go a long way when dealing with people in the black market, and a guy with a skull for a face isn't as likely to be fucked around with as much as Joe Blow with a nose. Typically he sticks to the more practical, weapons related stalls, but the diverse and strange things here are so different from home that he can't help but browse. He's stopped at a stall specializing in trapped soul pendants and eying one such item skeptically. The vendor, of course, would insist upon its authenticity, but a second opinion never hurts. Roman turns to the man in the black overcoat next to him, jerking his thumb at the pendant the vendor is holding up.]

Is this shit for real?

[alapimp]

[ Brown eyes that could host a range of emotions flicker sideways to the - skeleton? - man at his side. Sending a pulse of reiatsu through the necklaces, they each shatter save one, an obsidian stone that doesn't appear to be imbued with any of the smokey effects of the others. With a sharp glance at the (now apologetic) vendor, he gives the stranger a mild smile. ]

That one is. As to the worth of the soul, however, I can't attest.

[ebony_mask]

[Roman gives the stranger an impressed look.]

That's one way of answering.

[He picks up the obsidian pendant with a gloved hand, gingerly holding it by the chain. His eyes narrow as he inspects the stone for...what? Hell if he knows.]

I meant what the hell do you do with a trapped soul? I ain't ever seen one of these before.

[alapimp]

Use it in a spell, add it much in the style of any other ingredient. [ A shrug. ] Collect enough souls and anything is possible, their power can be a potent force to be reckoned with; you've seen what the Darkness can do, have you not? There's your answer.

[ebony_mask]

[He lifts the pendant higher, the obsidian dangling inches from his eyes.]

You in the business?

[alapimp]

I'm a shinigami; a god of death. You might say it's in my line of work.

[ebony_mask]

[He lowers the pendant and scrutinizes the stranger. He's heard that word before, shinigami, over the Network.]

I take it that's the kinda business you're born into, then.

[alapimp]

[ He half-turns down the street, indicating they should walk and talk. ]

No, not entirely. One must first qualify with enough spiritual pressure to apply to train and then pass intense examinations.

[ Offers a hand. ]

Aizen Sousuke, a pleasure.

[ebony_mask]

[He carelessly tosses the pendant at the anxious vendor and matches Aizen's stride.]

Sounds complicated.

[He gives the proffered hand a firm, professional shake.]

Nice to meet you, Mr. Sousuke. Roman Sionis.

[He drops the hand.]

So what's a death god doing mingling with the mouthbreathing peons?

[alapimp]

Aizen, please.

[ Returning the firm handshake, he makes use of his warm pockets once again. ]

I might ask the same of you, Mr. Sionis. Unless I'm to count you amongst their number?

[ebony_mask]

In that case, call me Roman.

[He gives a shark-like grin.]

Well, Aizen, this "death god" is looking for Double A's.

[alapimp]

I implied the peons, but fantasise as you wish.

[ His own smile is demure and veils his expression, worn like a suit. ]

Perhaps you might try one of the charming young ladies back that way. Shall I show you which building? I noted it as I passed by.

[ebony_mask]

[He gives a snort of derision.]

Not little girls, Christ. Armor Assassins. You know: bullets strong enough to pierce kevlar. Shit.

[alapimp]

I don't deal in guns, Mr. Sioris. Shinigami have no need.

[ebony_mask]

Same as a grown man has no need for prepubescent whores.

[There's a pause in which his disgust is evident. When he speaks again, his tone is one of suspicion.]

This better not be some kinda set up, Aizen. I seriously doubt I have a soul for you to harvest.

[alapimp]

[ A deep and pleasant laugh echoes in the alley as he shakes his head. ]

I doubt purifying your soul, if you do have one, would send you anywhere you couldn't handle or change your personality for the greater good. No, you're quite safe from shinigami as you are.

It's when you die that you need to watch out for them.