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[ryusxnka]

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[kakimushire]

𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.

[ 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 ] — regardingㅤ( this ⚕️) formula: (Ca2Al3(SiO4)(Si2O7)O(OH)) + (Cr,Sr) composition: calcium aluminium silicate category: sorosilicate crystal system: orthorhombic species | variety: zoisite polished / unpolished

𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒.

color: royal blue, indigo, violet, purple chakra: throat, third eye, crown element: 🜁 air zodiac: gemini, libra, pisces, sagittarius benefits: promotes peace and tranquility, helps relieve stress and psychological issues, strengthens the immune system; regenerates cells

𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 & 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋

Small curiosity: Titanic's “The Heart of the Ocean” is made of Tanzanite. Can Kisuke see you wearing it? Yes / No / Maybe - maybe, he can see Mayuri wearing it as a raw pendant, ring, or as a part of other body modifications, piercings perhaps - or not, the stone can be simply present in his headquarters while making some important public decisions

ㅤ'' Going for raw and unpolished glory. Here we got a match for you in color, benefits, and throat chakra, ~ '' he then added, '' I heard another legend - that the gem might stir bearer's inner fire, which is why I wonder if it would be more beneficial or dangerous for you ... '' Or rather for people around him ...

It was frustrating, that no matter what Urahara was saying, no matter what he presented him with - Mayuri would ALWAYS listen. He would never filter him out or ignore him. He was always engaged. Always interested. He looked at the informational chart Urahara was showing him. For a moment, he was reminded of the days when they had used to work side-by-side in the lab. Mayuri wasn't a sentimental person by any means so --- Why would he think back? What Urahara was showing him wasn't very useful. It was just a silly game, wasn't it? Which gemstone he would associate with Mayuri.

❝ You know I don't believe in legends. ❞ Mayuri stated with an impatient roll of his wrist. As if he wasn't taking the other seriously. Legends were just another word for theories that had no merit and hadn't ever been proved. He didn't exactly believe in ' inner fire ' anyway. If Urahara was speaking of motivation, then Mayuri had never struggled with that. Not for a long time anyway.

He took the chart from Urahara. He'd keep it. Of course he would. He would look at it more closely later, to try to see if it could be useful. He refused to believe that Urahara would waste his time. He wasn't like that - but maybe he'd become like that? Perhaps exile had made him forget what was important. In any case, Mayuri knew he would be acquiring some tanzanite. To study.

[trehontin]

Bats eyelashes cutely & absolutely innocently, '' How is chair-sama doing? ~ Heard you two entered a new phase of unbreakable bond. ~~ ''

He's only mildly going to humour you---

" So funny. I wonder if you would not like to make acquaintance with your successor's invention, given how utterly jovial your disposition about his accomplishments is. Come on, I can lead you there, I left it free just for you. "

[despairforme]

'' Are you using special herbs or shampoo to keep ends of your hair like that? '' { hi Toby :'3 !! }

❝ Like what? ❞ It didn't SOUND like an insult, but hell - you could never fucking know, and especially not when it came to SHINIGAMI. This one was not dressed like one, but Nnoitra would recognise that scent anywhere. ❝ Ask Tesla, my Fraccion. I just use whatever shampoo he picks out 'fer me. ❞ Maybe you'd think that Nnoitra was not one to care about being clean, but he actually enjoyed that a lot. It was one of the few perks about living in Las Noches. In contrast to his messy personality, he was rather clean. And that went for his hair as well. It was always shiny and smooth. All thanks to Tesla.

[deivorous]

@tenshusuto​

Well, he had no ideas his smile could ever evoke desire for violence; it won't do without a lil' game of hide & seek first. 

More like seek and destroy.

[chernozemic]

tenshusuto asked: ㅤThere is a looming silhouette leaning against the balcony railing in the upper part of S.R.D.I. But the Captain sure recognized who the voice belonged to even without properly seeing the bearer.

ㅤThe not-so-phantom presence uttered, '' Do you think 𝘙𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 painted himself into 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐬 because he considered himself equal to the great masterminds ( that either /he/ or society admired ), or the opposite? He never considered himself worthy to climb the same stairs and reach their level? ''

@tenshusuto ／ unprompted ／ always accepting.

Always a fan of the dramatics... It seemed that some things never changed.

Whether that would be for better or for worse, however... would remain to be (unfortunately...) seen. There was nothing to be done about it, anyway, especially since Urahara's already here. What could he have possibly done-- chase him out? Tch! That was something only a moron (and mayuri wasn't even close.) would believe in. Optimism, once upon a time, was welcomed within the Twelfth's barracks -- perhaps, when someone other than Mayuri was rudely taking up space, hmm... -- but those times were long gone.

They were lost to the metaphorical sands of time, only capable of being drenched up by those that were bold enough to remember. Some may wonder, too, where did Mayuri stand on this so-called "spectrum"?

Well, the middle, obviously.

"No," he responded after allowing for a few moments of silence to drift by, occasionally intercepted by rapid plonking of fingers to keys. Not once did Mayuri bother to look up from his spot (what's the point? urahara's going to do whatever he wanted, and who was mayuri to say anything? it's not like he was captain or anything, tsk...) nor did he truly work to engage any further. "Instead of pondering on something with an answer..."

Hands would pause then, freezing in an instant. Even if the blond were to attempt to (thinks about cutting him off, metaphorically with his words but, also, literally with the sprinkler that was found a mere, few inches above his head.) to respond, Mayuri deemed it worthy enough to ignore, anyway. It wasn't anything out of the usual, honestly-- if anything, he was offering the other man a little too much leniency but... whatever.

It didn't matter nor would it matter in the long run.

"Shall I look it up for you?"

Be it out of the kindness (invalid. unknown query. 404 error.) of his own heart or, rather, because Mayuri wished to end this meddlesome interaction, he's already proceeding to "look it up". Fingers remained within their stilted, rigid position as his head raised. It was only by a few centimeters, but those with a keen eye should've been able to catch on. Why wouldn't they? Some of those "people" had already decided that breaking and entering was completely fine, after all.

No, he wasn't angry. A little aggravated, yes... but not angry.

That comes later, if Urahara decided to push his luck.

Illuminated by nothing but the bright, neon blue hue of his largest monitor, honeyed eyes were abrupt in how they rolled up into the back of his skull. All signs of white that were found upon his body (his paint, the whites of his eyes, his gums...) were subtly tinted, fading into a color that attempted to mirror his LED. All that remained, now, was beats' worth of silence that was occasionally cut in by the gentle whirring of some machinery that was nowhere to be seen and yet... was audible, as clear as day.

A few wheezes of air here... and a few clinking of data flashing on screens there... All of that was nothing more but ambiance, serving as what remained of the captain's latest projects. When those were finished, he'd merely begin anew with fresh eyes, fresh ideas, and fresh methods. Who's to say, too, that he hasn't thought to start more already? Answering a question better akin for a debate class held very little weight in comparison and, quite frankly, Mayuri thought it within his right to grow offended.

Whatever it was that Urahara Kisuke had to gain from this, surely it wasn't worth the amount of time Mayuri was (and he'll admit. it was on purpose.) wasting. Rummaging throughout the vast nothingness known as the "world wide web", of course, took some time. He was sure that his little, uninvited guest wouldn't mind.

Ultimately, he did ask a question, so... the polite thing to do was to answer it. That was basic cause and effect, honestly. Mayuri would simply hate to feed him misinformation. In some ways, with that in mind, he was actually doing him a favor.

Perhaps he ought to thank him after all was said and done.

Time was hard to track, especially with all sources of telling time facing the "misfortune" of suddenly shutting down. That wasn't meant to happen, no... no, obviously not. It certainly had nothing to do, either, with how the scientist appeared to be having trouble "finding" (he's found it since a while, now, and has been holding onto it.) an answer most befitting to Urahara's standards.

His monitor's grown a bit darker since, dimming in its brightness as it steadily strayed into its sleep mode. Contents of its screen (basic data entry; mayuri was busying himself with... ah, "busy work". basic inventory, in layman's terms.) remained visible but barely legible, with its translucent, white text on top of a blue backdrop. Its scheme was meant to nauseate, to discomfort-- it was something meant for Mayuri's eyes only, and the defense mechanism was simple, easy, and clean to script.

What made it reliable, too, was that while it was a beginner's task to script, it was best suited for the so-called experts (he's seen a few attempt. none cracked the code as of yet.) to decipher.

Lower lip quivered in subtle twitches, implying that an active search was still in progress. At this point in time, though, all that Mayuri was done was casually scrolling through the rest of the results that popped up. Some were mildly laughable, others somewhat plausible, while some... well, the rest were hogwash.

"... Ah, here it is. I finally found it," he suddenly chimed in, irises revealing themselves in mere seconds right after.

Fingers resumed their typing as his head lowered, seamlessly continuing from where he last left off. Teeth bore in a faint grimace (he hoped it was as annoying for urahara as it was for him to put up this stupid, childish façade.) before, with a cluck of his tongue, he proceeded.

"Hmmnn... The majority believed that it was, simply put, a signature; nothing particularly special. The School of Athens was commission work, proffered by none other than a pope-- Pope Julius II, if you were a stickler for that particular detail... not that it matters, seeing as he's long dead now," he pauses to lean away from his work, entwining his fingers and straightening his arms in order to entice a long, drawn out yet much needed crack out from his knuckles. "Mainly painted as a decoration... hence its eccentric location... it was also intended to "praise" the church, because-- well, I'm sure you know why."

All of this effort, and Mayuri was well aware that it wouldn't bare much fruit. He's sure that he was doing this, majorly, for sake of Urahara's "amusement". Whatever the absolute hell that was, anyway.

"I stopped reading after a few paragraphs, because it was starting to grow repetitive," came the lackadaisical "confession", lacking in its expected remorse, "but, to be blunt, it was a blatant "self-insert", because how else would he include a signature? By signing it? Pfft... That would've gotten him executed, I'm sure, for being so bold."

Placing his hands back upon the keys, he straightened his back only to hunch it seconds later. There were no signs of discomfort arising (why? he's fine like this.), and he'd most likely be here for some time to come.

"Is that all? Any more asinine questions?"

In spite of the retort, Mayuri doesn't wait for a response. A certain shopkeeper's overstayed his welcome, and it was time he took his leave.

As if to encourage a hasty retreat, the sprinkler above the man's head springs to life (the clocks, too, returned to normal. it was as if nothing happened-- besides, well, showing that ten minutes had passed.) and immediately drenches him in water.

"Oops. I suppose not."

He huffed a sigh and hung his head. Stopping in his ministrations, he rubbed his lips together (how annoying.) before raising a hand, snapping its fingers twice in rapid succession.

"Now then, if you'd be so kind as to--"

Without warning, the sprinkler's increased in intensity (it can go further, too, if mayuri wanted it to.) and narrowed its focus, almost like it honed in on Urahara and Urahara only.

"--get out."

[hiyorisarugaki]

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[justakon]

★ >:::3

Send my character a ★ and I’ll bold everything they feel toward your character.

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family (annoying not-dad) // I dislike you (and i don't need to explain myself for it either) // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re TOO annoying (again, totally not explaining why you just are and you know it) // I pity you // I respect you // I might trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

[suavispoeta]

He may 'counter' as much as he desires, but an ingrained fact remains as one.

Counters derogatory with contra-stare. ...

[wild-pineapple-butt]

👾 >B)

Get to know Rishi ||| Accepting @tenshusuto

👾 Do you believe in aliens

I mean, it would be pretty silly to not believe in aliens, right? There is no way that we, humans are the only life form out there in this entire galaxy. It'd be pretty self centered and obnoxious to believe humans are the only beings that exist lol.

[solitariusdeluna]

Today at Starrk's residence came an early delivery box wrapped in matte royal blue with celestial design and gold speckles.

Mysterious content waited for former Espada within and a single note attached to the snowy ribbon. ' Happy birthday, old-wolf! ' There was no signature - only a tiny sticker of a tacky hat with white/green stripes.

Another delivery? it seemed the starrk household this year was quite busy with his birthday. he hadn't expected another one so early in the morning. having almost missed it. his newly made (and not so newly made ones) contacts were being rather kind and gracious to him this year. he appreciated that very much.

he liked the wrapping. it seemed rather thoughtfully done and the colours were quite pleasing too. but what appealed to him the most was the celestial design of it with the little gold specks.

it reminded him of hueco mundo's barren sky with it's solitary moon. he missed home at times. and it seemed right at that moment when his thoughts transported him there. but he had a life and a duty to carry out here. and for now, he would remain.

his hand reached for the note first, eyes tracing across it. old wolf made him smirk. well, that part was true. he was rather old. but there was no signature. and that had him narrow his eyes for a moment as he considered who it could be. oh, right. hat sticker. nice way to leave your name, mister shopkeeper. quite creative even. he appreciated that.

next his attention turned to the box and after opening it he saw various treats that he was very unfamiliar with. it made him wonder if these were a sample of the sorts of snacks available at the shopkeeper's place. and if he happened to like anything then he could perhaps get more? that's always a great marketing strategy. give a sample so they come back for more.

no matter, he was sure lilynette and chi would enjoy them. another thank you note was in order as well.

[oschvank]

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[kakimushire]

'' Blue or Green? '' Of course, he's not saying what this is all about.

❝ Hmmm? You certainly are ANNOYING, aren't you? Do you think you can waste my time asking such trivial, meaningless questions? ❞ Yes, he very much said this while wasting time himself. What sort of idiotic question was it anyway? Blue or green? Blue or green WHAT? What was the context? If he didn't have the context, then he could not know what the correct answer was. Which meant - this was a question about preference?

Blue was a color he very much associated with himself. Probably because of his ( now long ) blue hair. What else? The sky? He did not see it all that often, since he was almost always indoors.

What about green then? UNFORTUNATELY it was a color that made him think of Urahara. His hat, his dark green samue. The tint of green to his eyes. Tch. WHAT ELSE WAS GREEN? ( not literally speaking, but if we were talking about the expression, then he'd say the new additions to his lab. He needed some better members, these new recruits were useless ). Grass. Grass was green. The leaves on the trees. Urahara's clothes. His eyes. ❝ Green. ❞ He ended up answering.

[ninguisinferna]

One could say mysterious disappearance was something they surely shared, although, hers were more connected to work rather than relaxing. She's still looking with unsatisfied face, fists ready for violence if she's not convinced by his sweet little lies. But then she's left in bewilderment. Question marks were surrounding her head.

"Sardine..? You spent holidays in a fish...?"

Saying it out loud was weirder than she thought. It simply made no sense, but what did ever do in life of Kisuke Urahara?

"A souvenir..? What is a souvenir? Oh, is that a type of a toy?"

"You always tend to disappear when you are supposed to deliver my Chappy merch!

This one is going on your house, Urahara."

Appearing and disappearing as mysteriously as possible was an inseparable part of his charm. What typically would consist of a coy little reaction cushioned by a dismissive click of tongue and expression far too mysterious to be called 'clueless'. His brief commentary accompanied by a shrewd curl of thin lip-line, '' I can assure you it wasn't on purpose and certainly has nothing to do with me ignoring your calls on purpose during holidays in Sardinia. '' Yes, he was there without telling her.

'' /I/, in fact, planned to deliver it to you right when I'll come back. Plus, and additionally for you - I thought you'd be happy if I brought along a little souvenir. '' - also for you.

[despairforme]

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      [ Aaaa thank you so much guys! ;O; I appreciate being included! And right back at ya! You all run such wonderful blogs! @fenixias​ , @tenshusuto​ , @kvbikiri​ . ]

[deivorous]

'' If you don't like the way I smile you can always buy minutes of: me not smiling in your presence. '' { regarding that one comment ~ }

“Or I can force the point.”

“It’s more my style.”