Tête-à-tête [Kaito]

[Jessu]

I think that we are having a little fun now, no~?

Daphne Devereaux

“Yes, I do think the culture clash from the excessively liberal francais is proving quite the unfair contrast?” The sable siren sighing with a sag as she realized that her disapproval was as much a case of her own inclinations as the supposed failings of the land she found herself in, Daphne shook her head and decided to drop the issue, hoping that time would help her to better accept and adapt to the circumstances she found herself in. I mean, they weren’t all bad, right?
“Uffuffuffu~ I have no problem with men who work with big, strong hands, and know how to handle a girl with them~?” The lass certainly seeming more amused however when the lad seemed to tease her on the topic of finding something rough to contrast with her smooth elegance, she snickered as she revealed rather truthfully that she had no problems 'slumming it' with souls of a more direct ilk, and seemed to linger in imagination for more than a moment as she dallied in memories of prior experiences.

“And you, cousin~? “Is there anyone catching your eye~?” Such a note seeming to invite her to make inquiry after the love life of the lad as well, Miss Devereaux had to guess that his supportive and chivalrous behaviours were likely to be winning him quite the special fondness with his classmates, and she was curious to learn just how much he might have indulged that uproarious youth of his. After all, even folk as rare and special the quincies were only young once, right~?

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[Gaz]

Ken #16

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Ken chuckled at his cousin’s reply to his jab at her getting a local man. She was certainly attractive and any man here that had lost his xenophobia or let his heart control his thoughts more than his rigid upbringing was surely going to get themselves a good partner. He didn’t bother with washing up gloves as he grabbed a sponge and started attacking the plates with it under the scalding hot water.

“Moi?” He asked, not surprised that this was coming. “There’s lots of girls in school that chase after me, that might just be because I’m new and exotic.” He explained, smiling at the fact he was the centre of attention for the moment. “I’m the next Kaito clan chief, my dad is going to arrange me a marriage with some other clan’s daughter for an alliance or favours.” He said his smile finally wavering at the idea of not being able to set his own life’s course.

“To be honest I’ve not really had time since my mother died, you know?” He asked, placing the now clean plate he was scrubbing to the side on a wire rack to dry. If Ken had time to spend on girls he had time to patrol, he had time to practice so people like his mother would never die again.

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[Jessu]

I think that we are having a little fun now, no~?

Daphne Devereaux

“You know… I have never been much of a fan of that whole arrangement of marriage thing?” A small knot seeming to form within the brow of Miss Devereaux as her cousin admitted the fact that his dalliances into the field of romance would be limited by his position, the French fox felt glad for the fact that her parents weren’t quite so keen on the whole dictating their daughter's partnership aspect, and spoke of her distaste for the practice in general both because of this and perhaps the generous degree of experience she herself had in courtship because of that.
“It all feels so… Manufactured? We are people, not factories for bloodlines~?” If anything feeling that this whole custom of maintaining the supposed strength of their lineage was the most ass-backwards thing she had ever heard, from her perspective one did not innovate and advance by doing the same thing over and over again with the same colour over and over again. A single colour on a while canvas was not art, it was merely decoration! Throw in some variety, after all, it WAS the spice of life, no?

“Teehee, a shame… I would happily support a little rebellion on the matter if you felt so inclined~? Turn blinded eyes… Loan spare rooms and car keys… That sort of thing~?” As such the black belle happy to act as an agent of subversion on the subject and place things like the feelings of her dear cousin and the excitement of a budding connection way, way, waaaay ahead of what the fools who led the clans thought, she was left to bob her brows as she gave a rather unsubtle hint that she would not only ignore him deviating from his supposed destiny, but in fact would take as many steps as she could to support it. No one should decide who he was or who he loved other than him, right~?

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Ken #17

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Hearing his cousin vocalise he childish vow to support him in a rebellion and love life did bring the young heir a comforting feeling deep down inside of himself. It was true, he did think that a big change was needed in the Quincy and there might just be an opportunity to do that… The chief of chiefs had been assassinated recently, leaving the position open. Being a clan heir made Ken eligible to run for this life position.

He leaned over the sink and started to laugh, Daphne had just given him his next goal… “You would?” He asked as ideas became plans of the hairbrained variety. As he stood tall he walked around and stood by his cousin and looked her dead in the eye with a grin on his face that could only mean he was going to do something likely stupid and there was going to be no talking him out of it.

“I’m going to become the next chief of chiefs…” He finally said, announcing his intention to be the force that would change the spiritual worlds for the better. All he had to do now was survive to make this a reality, and as his first supporter Daphne would give him all the confidence he needed to make this hairbrained scheme a reality. “No more forced marriages then, I’ll ban then.”

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[Jessu]

I think that we are having a little fun now, no~?

Daphne Devereaux

“Of course~” Unsure of just how serious Ken was when he questioned her commitment to the idea of her being a bit of a co-conspirator when it came to cases where they needed to follow their hearts over doctrine but ultimately happy to confirm her statement, Miss Devereaux had no intention on sticking to the tedium of the doctrine which had been laid out in the days before the year dot, and might even had made a bit of a habit of breaking it already in fact.
“Uffuffuffu, I'm not quite the 'company girl' that our elders seem to assume~?” The sort who had grown to trust her own judgement far more than she did the orders of folk who had seemed to rule over them since before the steam engine and more, the world had changed extensively in the past few centuries, and so too did she believe that their clan needed to as well.

“Teeheeheehee… Wow, you sound like quite the visionary, cousin~?” For that reason the French fox happy to confirm her support for the boy as he declared his own sweeping reform to start, Daphne hoped that he counted himself among that number who would not be forced into some marriage of political convenience, and as she grinned and giggled at his proposal made a mental note to ensure he did not. After all, the happiness of someone she loved was worth more than anything else to her, no~?

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Ken #18

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Hearing his cousin’s giggles was more than enough confirmation that he needed to dive headfirst into this poorly thought-out scheme of his. A flash of blue light flared beneath his feet as small disks of Reishi lifted and propelled the young man across the apartment to land back at his Sofa. With a true grin of happiness, he beamed at Daphne for a moment, a silent thanks for her being there for him and being the one to give him that subtle push needed to get on with his life, to find that real purpose.

“So! Mademoiselle, I am going to need to make a big splash with all the old fuddy duddies that proctor the trials.” Ken explained as he looked to his low table and reached down for the small drawers that were on the underside to start fishing for a notepad and pen so he could get some planning done.

The last chief of chiefs was selected before either of the Quincy pair were born, having been elected by a neutral party to undergo trials to prove their worth. Failure in those trials meant death as the next contender moved forward. It took four contenders before the last Chief of Chiefs was elected… Ken was going to aim to do this all-in-one go, giving no one else the chance to go before him. This had to be big, he had to make such a splash that being elected for the first try was a no brainer.

“I need to do something no Quincy has ever done before…” Ken spoke before looking to his elder cousin again after he scrawled some notes. “I am going to-”

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[Jessu]

I think that we are having a little fun now, no~?

Daphne Devereaux

“Uffuffuffu, I am sure that you will~?” The blue eyed beauty certainly having all the faith in the world that the lad could and would succeed in anything which he put his mind to even before this moment but the flash of a smile and the look in his eye only making her all the more sure, there was something uplifting and encouraging about the sudden spurt of energy that he showed which Miss Devereaux couldn't help but smile at, especially in light of the woes she had shown earlier. Worrying for the boy because of the difficulties he had faced but glad to see that he wasn’t deterred by them when he found something worth fighting for, he showed a sense of determination and with it charisma which she hadn't anticipated, but approved of all the same.

“What's that, cousin~?” it almost darling to see him suddenly scurrying around like a child who had been given a new toy or hobby and was throwing their all into seeing it through, the french fox found herself frowning as he began to scribble so furiously upon the pad he had found, and tucked her hair behind her ears as she shuffled that bit nearer to him and peeked over his shoulder curiously as she tried to work out what he was trying to pen…

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Ken #19

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“I’m going to rock the Quincy with a revolution! Unify the clans under a modern banner. I’m going to control the crime families and allow freedom of movement!” He spun on the spot to look out of the window and over the Tokyo Skyline with an ambitious grin, a look some would consider to be filled with madness. His eyes sparkled with determination and the reiatsu around him resounded with the same positivity that filled him.

“I’m going to open our ranks to Fullbringers and improve relations with the Shinigami. Take our media control and use it to actually push the world into something better than what it is. I hate hearing all this news about doom and gloom.” Ken carried on as the area beneath his feet shimmered with a blue glow and he lifted softly into the air on platforms or Reishi.

“I’m going to basically destroy the corruption that has taken root in the Clans.” He said knowing that most clans had a few bad eggs that took advantage of their illuminati style power over the world, bettering themselves with easy money and status. His father was one of few that genuinely earned his position… it was common for others to be gifted it.

“What do you say Cousin? Do you want to shake up the world?”

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