bad rap

The things we become known for aren’t always what we’d like to be known for. Reputations are hard to run from. Sometimes they’re not even deserved. So here’s your chance to set the record straight. Clear up some misplaced assumptions, debunk any rumours about yourself and defy your stereotypes.

how to play:

Top level with something(s) your character is tired of people assuming about them, blaming them for, or pigeonholing them about, etc. Say it in person or over text.

Comment on any surprising, or not so surprising declarations.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

To which mistake do you refer? Failing to practice such a lesson, or following it in the first place?

Do the titles we bear -- that of soul reaper, lieutenant, even division captain -- truly grant us license to pass judgment on a soul without even looking into the eyes of the creature so judged?

Tell me, would your considerate teachers have extended their kindness to you if you had not fled that night?

I see. Those are the questions a charismatic leader would ask of those who feel oppressed; however, if you think I'm going to fight you on that matter then I'll have to disappoint.

If I'm valued, then they'll let me be. If I'm a hindrance then I'm sure they'll turn on me. It would be the smart move, after all. Central 46 would never risk another Aizen.

I suppose I should thank you in some way. Your rebellion created a stronger structure in Soul Society. By attempting to completely obliterate this system, you've successfully reinforced its weaknesses so that it'll outlast the two of us. [If he were asked point-blank if he was an individual or a Soul Reaper, he'd say he already answered that question.]

Yes, that is your favored performance is it not? The disappointing fool. Incapable of thriving without the prison of the court you entertained.

Yet value is as fleeting as allegiance in your precious Soul Society. Your usefulness to them may be bolstered now, yet I wonder how long it will take for distrust to fester and old grudges to reemerge.

Little enough to concern yourself with, I'm sure. My accommodations are spacious enough for two.

Correct.

If I'm betrayed and killed, then it would be for the sake of Soul Society. As a blind stooge, I'm happy to say I may perish with a dumb little smile on my face.

Well... not that I intend to die or be join you any time soon. As loyal as I am, I've been told I'm absolutely infuriating to fight with.

Infuriating? How impolite. Certainly, you do go on at length with your parlor tricks and explanations, but I find them rather novel.

In any event, I am certain they would not kill you, Kisuke. If even I was not worthy of expenditure after all of that, I am sure they would impart more partial treatment to a far more loyal dog such as yourself.

Keeping you alive was a good decision on their part. Killing you would be costly. We'd lose many strong soul reapers accomplishing such a task and it would leave gaps in the structure.

As for myself? If I went rogue, I'm ashamed to admit it's expected that they would make the assumption that I'd simply behave the way you would. What everyone tends to forget is that we do this all for the sake of the Soul Society and Soul Reapers who lack your spiritual density are expendable without consequence.

Now, now. You speak of expedience as if it were the self same quality as competence, yet we both know the truth of their disparity. As if that was not enough, you commend my reinforcement of a structure yet splintered to the foundation. A structure which invites termites into the very spaces where it outcast those whose only crime was circumstance and being blind to the machinations of others. Or do you imagine there is anything but a warped sense of debt that safeguards that interloper and his friends? Or have they dealt with that handful of children already? I do lose track of time now and again.

[One might expect him to laugh at any moment, but it doesn't come.]

'For the sake of the Soul Society' you all say, as if your noble bearing was any more than an illusion of civility stretched into a thin attempt at modesty.

I suppose the sticking point in our argument is that neither of us will be able to gloat when one of us is proven right. The victor is always robbed of the last word in our world.

[For once, he would extend him just one kindness. It was an insane answer but one that he knew would cost him and the world nothing.]

It's utterly worthless information to you at this point as you already have the complete product nestled in your sternum but would you like to know how I discovered the Hogyoku?

[He inclines his chin, but the first remark merely earns a dismissive tut, and is then ignored. Dwelling on the past would be the logic of a loser, anyway.]

By all means. If only in idle curiosity, I welcome such a tale. What happenstance stumbled you upon the concept, I wonder?

Prosthetics. To assist soul reapers with instabilities in their bodies, I discovered it as a substance that could allow them to adjust and recover the structure of their bodies.

[He knew it would be frustrating for a scientist to be told they had only failed because of a few variables they hadn't considered or even discarded out of the belief that they wouldn't yield anything worthwhile.]

As you might suspect, the precise opposite of hollowification.

Prosthetics? I see.

[Frustrating? Would a frustrated man allow the smile that touches his mouth? That glints in his eyes]

How fortuitous that you should arrive at such an invention through so circuitous a manner. An expedient discovery, given the plight of your fellow officers.

[The smile only widens, his tone softening, all polite inquiry.]

How fares Miss Sarugaki, by the way?

I suppose I'm fortunate to have been so dedicated.

[He was happy with the way Aizen handled it. In a way, Kisuke thought the former soul reaper had learned the same way he did that it was important to be prepared and to anticipate hostility. A joyless smile could hide quite a lot.

Especially a knife pointed straight at his heart. Even if he was prepared for it, it still slipped between his ribs and struck him solidly and yet, it was hardly over what Gin had done to her. Kisuke took in a breath and sighed, listless.

It was what Kisuke had done to her far, far before that. In the way they hurt everyone around them through their actions and manipulation, Kisuke knew he was too, too similar to the man grinning and likely relishing every moment of his imprisonment.]

She can recover from just about anything--even my beliefs.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

you don't know me

bad rap

how to play:

clearly the first thing he'd do as soul king is eliminate typos

among other things probably but the typos go first

well it wouldn't do to waste good calligraphy

oh btw your aizen is 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

hjlkl pls i am so rusty i'm just trying to keep up with ur handsome, rugged and charming shopkeep!!

/makes appreciative garbage bag noises!!

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1000 apologies. new kittens gobbled up my free time and brain capacity.

i'm angry but entirely out of envy!!!!!

it took this long to get them to let me sleep through the night 😩

that is the most darling thing ever ;;