Midnight Picnic (Ken/Daphne)

[Jessu]

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

Daphne Devereaux

“Mnn…” Certainly welcoming the eager receipt of her affection, Miss Deveraux was amused both by how the visage she had presented seemed to stun and silence the oh so chatty Shinigami and how the merest brush of her pout seemed to provoke his into action, which she was happy to return. Suckling only his lower lip tenderly and softly as she basked in that feeling of a first kiss, smoothly did she slide her thumb to Kenshi's cheek as she found her chest rising and falling a little more quickly, and was left with her breath that little bit shaky as well in the aftermath.

“Now that…” Waiting for the moment to ebb as well before she retreated and easing her way back only enough so that she might look into his eyes, for the second time her companion might have noted a hint of pinkness in her cheeks as the moment made her flush, though for no reason because of embarrassment but rather on account of her enjoyment.
“Felt long overdue, no~?” In fact feeling a little bit dizzied by the whole thing and sure that such a result was not on account of low blood sugar either, all that Daphne could do was smile as she let herself hang so tantalizingly close, likely sharing the scent of a perfume while she continued to massage his cheek with her thumb and allow her digits to dance into the edge of his scalp just behind his ear, but ultimately the french fox knew that she could not linger for too long without getting carried away.

“Teeheehee, now… How about we stop neglecting this feast, hm~?” For that reason seeming to let a giggle of giddiness free as she felt how her pulse had quickened and something beneath her bust seeming as if it wanted to break out into the world, those baby blues seemed to tighten as the vixen eyed her man before she bit into her bottom lip and retreated back to her basket, intending to satisfy another kind of desire for a moment.
“Cleopatra cannot wait all night for her grapes, yes~?” All the while seeming to have only been all the more energised by the moment they had just shared, Miss Devereaux felt squirrelly and almost nervous now as she opened up her cheese and began to spread it across sliced pieces of that fluffy white bread, as if such sweet seconds had made her feel as if she was a schoolgirl again or something of the sort…?

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[Ken Shirogane]

The kiss was everything he could have hoped for really. The soft moist warmth of her lips, particularly when she slid down to sucking on his lower lip, oh she had a fire burning in him after that intense kiss.

"Hm, long in the sense that it felt like something I have wanted for an eternity perhaps." He agreed, though it probably felt longer than it was for the time they waited to share such a physical display of their affection.

"Food sounds good, though I could dine on your lips all night long." He noted as he slid to her side while she worked on the bread, a hand shifting across her lower back to place itself on her hip. Learning to trace a kiss along the nearest bare shoulder. Affectionate and exploring, but not intending to be too devilish or greedy, he simply wished to feel her without overstepping any boundary.

"Indeed we should get to those grapes eventually, though after such a sampling as you, I dare say that all else shall become bitter ashes in my mouth. What is flavor? Perhaps I did not know until just a moment ago." He played, letting that silver tongue of his do its work freely and casually, praising and delighting in it.

"I do hope I enjoy all the things you brought though. I'd feel bad if it really wasn't suited to me, although that wine had been quite good so far." He mused. "Especially after you seemed to have put considerable effort into sharing a taste of your culture with me, among other things."

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[Jessu]

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

Daphne Devereaux

“Well, then I hope that it was worth the wait~?” The awing aficionada certainly not hating certain implication that her companion had spent quite the considerable period of his generous lifespan waiting for a moment like that which they had just shared, while Miss Devereaux had certainly felt less of a delay between dalliances of romance that didn't devalue the little lock between their lips and in fact she had rather enjoyed the moment as well, and almost as much what followed.
“Myyyy, seems that the kiss of an artiste is certainly ripe fruit for a poet like yourself, no~?” Left to grin as once more it seemed that she had inspired the bard within Kenshi, it was nice for her to note the implication that his fondness for flowery wording was born as much as a part of his own self expression that an aim to garner something from it, or at least that is what she presumed from the fact that she had only encouraged him all the more with her own boldness.

“I'd worry some things might be a little rich? We French tend to be more indulgent than what I have noticed of Japan~?” Tending to the food meanwhile and as such laying out a few slices of the frenchest bread she had managed to find for the two of them to pick at, with this she also laid out not only a pair of plates for them to gather their goodies, but along with them a spread of various items as well from her basket as well.
“Though if you like something, I suppose I can always let you take it back with you~?” Seeming to have gone all out as she provided a few cured meats and some fancy pâté as well, with these she offered not only items like sun dried tomatoes and some zingy pickled cornichons and even mini tarts, but a warning as well about how substantial her people tended to favour foods of intensity and abundant flavour first and foremost.

“Speaking of…” Not that foodstuffs were the only things she brought but with them the lass opting to produce the second 'special surprise' she had brought along with her, Daphne licked her lips as she retrieved the item which she had been hiding up to this point in time, which took the form of a slightly curled paperback tome which she eagerly and amusedly offered to the figure nearby.
“I think that is one of our many promises for the evening fulfilled, no~?” Smiling all the while as she revealed the cover of something which featured artwork of a woman who was probably of none too dissimilar age to herself looking flustered as an only vaguely visible character offered a hand to her in the dark of her bedroom, there was likely to be no misunderstanding about the nature of a book which had provided no small degree of titillation in her teens, and now stood to offer the Shinigami the same as well…

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[Ken Shirogane]

"Oh very much worth the wait." Ken agreed easily. He'd practically wanted it since the moment he met her after all. But he doubted he was unique in that sense. How many people must look at Daphne and question how soft those lips must be? Well now Ken was one of the people who knew, and he was quite pleased with that fact!

"As long as it's not super spicy or extremely bitter it should be fine to me." He expressed not sure if the French were known for either of those things. He was sure they had good spices, but not sure if those things were spicey in the way he disliked. He just didn't enjoy having his tongue stingue while trying to eat his food. Bitter was a little more complex. It wasn't always bad, just usually to him.
"Hm, well thanks. I suppose we'll just have to see what I like then. A shame I already like something here, but I can't just bring it back with me." He noted with a playful smirk to her, speaking of Daphne of course.

"Ho? You actually found a copy of the book you were talking about. You really made sure to do everything you could for me, huh? Lovely dress, fancy food and drinks, and even a book." He noted as he reached to take the book and examine it. "I'll be sure to give it a read then. Do you want me to share my honest opinion of the story after I read it?" He asked curiously, wondering if he should critique it.

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[Jessu]

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

Daphne Devereaux

“I wouldn't worry, I suspected that I would be enough spice with this meal, no~?” That crescent curve tightening all the more at the concern which her companion showed over the heat of his meal, given the banter between them thus far there was no way that Miss Devereaux could resist the urge to blow a little smoke up her own backside, and did so with a playful look in her eyes and a bit of a grim as well.
“Teeheehee, I suppose not, hm~?” Giggling soon after when Kenshi lamented how he could not bring the most delicious item at their little buffet back to his home with him, the black belle might have otherwise admitted a certain thrill at the notion of being whisked away to such a special locale which might have made her question her inhibitions all the more, though accepted that such an offer was likely to be more a joke than anything for the moment.

“I'll confess, after our last talk I couldn't resist looking into the matter of a little trip…” Able to remember all too well how he had already posed the idea to her in their last meeting and as such some force of whimsy prompting Daphne to look into the notion herself, she had sought out the texts at her disposal to see just how feasible such fantasy was, though sadly this had only seemed to dampen the excitement therein.
“Sounds like the logistics are complex to say the least, and that's without even considering the complications regarding the political situation~?” What the Quincy knew of Soul Society limited but even then the matter seeming to be rather a challenge, unfortunately the ancient attunement which had made them such effective hunters of Hollows had seemed to knock them out of favour when it came to the realm from which the Shinigami hailed, like the sin which cast a couple from the garden of evil, and if anything it seemed that the taboo which had been borne betwixt their people only made the topic harder to broach.

“Teehee, I don't like to make a habit of forgetting my promises~?” Perhaps this fact only pushing Miss Devereaux to make these stolen moments in one of their few shared realms all the sweeter, it certainly did both her mood and esteem good to hear Kenshi praising her for her forethought and provision, and provoked a prideful smile from the dark delight as a result. I mean, she had gone all out, and it was nice to know it was appreciated, right?
“Absolument~ Though bare in mind I was a much younger woman when I found such books so thrilling~?” In return the hostess with the mostest seeming to also confirm that she would prefer him to speak honestly of what he thought of the book she had brought, that being said it felt worth reminding him that her own fondness for it had been born in a more impressionable era, and as such she requested a little leniency when it came to his judgement of her taste of course. It was gold when one was fifteen, but beyond that, beauty was in the eye of the beholder, no~?

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[Ken Shirogane]

"Ah, this is true, there could be no spice greater for this meal than your presence." He agreed easily with a chuckle as he very much felt it to be true enough.

"Mm, going there without permission would be an incredibly bad idea. If I bring you in such a scenario it would be out of desperation, like we would die if I didn't. Otherwise, they would capture you at best, and kill you are worst for trespassing. It might even be seen as an act that could spark a war if you came so suddenly. Permission is a must outside a most inconvenient emergency, and the result might not even be that much better than simply dying to whatever could threaten us." He might be labeled a traitor whatever such a report might say.
"I intend to ask, but I would not get your hopes up. The only person I have any ability to speak with as far as I am concerned is the captain of my squad. And I fear that she may well be one of the captains I am least likely to acquire permission from." She had almost certainly fought Quincy several times if not dozens or even hundreds. To a Shinigami like his captain, it could very well be that despite the loose truce, she still felt they were at war or should be at war.

"Is this book that old?" He asked glancing from it back to her. "Do Quincy live longer lives than average? I wasn't aware." Or at least that was what she seemed to be implying? Because to him she seemed to be perhaps in her twenties physically. But if she were older that might be all the better for him so he would at least pursue someone slightly closer to his age. He didn't consider himself old exactly, but that was by Shinigami standards. By human standards, he could be a great grandfather many times over.

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[Jessu]

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

Daphne Devereaux

“Uffuffuffufu, I suppose we are quite the Juliet and her Romeo, yes~?” The raven found readily able to draw comparison between the 'warring houses' which each of them represented and that from the most famous story of romance in the world, Miss Deveraux couldn't help but chuckle as she noted not only the resemblance in their story but also a more personal resemblance to the lady in question as well. A fact which little knew her middle name being 'Juliette', it seemed rather ironic that she was meet and seemingly court a man for whom her breed and his held such common disdain.
“I think that the hostility between us is mere foolishness in truth? Folk of a different age forcing their grudges upon succeeding generations? Absolutely childish!” Not that she had little time for such hostility personally though perhaps this obvious from her choice of companion for the evening, after a moment of reflection the French fox showed an uncommon ferocity as she began to denounce the dispute between the teams of white and black, and perhaps channelled some of her younger and more rebellious side as she did so.

“'That' old, is it~? My, my, once again I question how much you know about women if you are trying to assert that it and I are some ancient thing~?” That being said the blue eyed beauty seeming to need to temper that sharper side to herself when her date questioned the age of the novel she had brought with her, though the question was rather off the cuff and seeming not the be aimed at discourtesy Daphne still narrowed that sapphire stare wryly as she reminded him that women of any age would be sensitive about the attention given to such quantities, though did so with a curl in her lips that would tell her partner she was once more offering the advice of a friend than anything more damning.
“It is true that we Quincy can be much older than we look? Often times those of us with denser capacity age more slowly once they reach their prime?” Going on to clarify the fact that there was room for deception when it came to the maturing process of her kin, the truth was that many who were decades older than her would now look mere years her senior thanks to the nourishing manner in which their cells accepted reishi, though this was a fact that most did not too readily share with outsiders.

“It is the same for you, Mr Two Centuries Old, no~?” In this case it hardly seeming much of a 'trade secret' however she was confronted by a figure who seemed to have benefitted from such an effect more than any elder she was aware of, ultimately the simple fact was that such convenience had only led Miss Deveraux to focus more on maturity and compatibility than stake her claims of courtship on numerical values, which to folk like them seemed to hold so much less influence.
“How old do you suppose I am~?” That being said the belle with the black hair seeming to feel a note of curiosity building up within her now that she realized that she had Kenshi at something of a disadvantage in facts revealed, she couldn't help but smirk as she questioned his insight into the issue, and perhaps provided him with an opportunity to learn from and amend his previous mistake as well, right~?

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[Ken Shirogane]

"Maybe, but if I die for you it won't be because I drank a bottle of poison in grief. I'll go out with a bang regardless of how things may eventually end for me." He noted with a confidant chuckle at the thought. He was willing to die protecting anyone, but he refused to die what he would see as a pointless death. His death should even then bring benefits to the world.

"It's all too easy for people to keep their grudges." Ken agreed. "I've been thinking about it for a long time. Ever since I died I pondered the meaning of war and the sacrifices people make for generally trivial gains. Greed is a pore excuse for war, with the only reason I find truly acceptable now being defense." Ken noted.

He snorted hearing her twist his words to use such repugnant language as referring to Daphne as an agent. He wasn't sure if she was just messing with him by using such hyperbolic language or if she were truly ticked that he had said something vaguely alluding to that she might be older than she looked.

"When it comes to the age of Shinigami, I personally believe a little differently than some might. They say Shinigami ages more slowly, and that might be true. But I've also never seen a Shinigami die from old age. Granted I've only been one for less than two hundred years. So I am still relatively young compared to some of the oldest ones... But I think part of our appearance is determined by self-perception. If I feel old, I'll become old. Or at least older." He mused. "This isn't quite a fact as far as I know. I have not exactly asked about it."

"Based on your appearance I would have said you look to be in your mid-twenties. Care to share your real age?" He asked with a curious tilt of his head. Maybe he should not have asked, but he didn't really find it an issue. He knew some women could be sensitive about their age, but personally thought the practice a little silly. Even more so for a woman like Daphne who looked pristine for her age.

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[Jessu]

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

Daphne Devereaux

“Uffuffuffu, I have noticed your flair for drama when it comes to death…” Left to chuckle as Kenshi denounced the idea of going quietly into that long goodnight, experience certainly seemed to enlighten the ebony haired enchantress as toward the attitude which her amorous associate had toward his own mortality, and she recalled all too clearly how his life was something which he had casually seemed to disregard when it came to the safety of another.
“Do you throw yourself in front of hollows for all the girls, or is this a special service just for moi~?” In fact such a note seeming to spur a little wondering in the woman, given how quickly her partner had seemed to lunge to protect her she had been left to question whether such sacrifice was a reflection of the little bond they had developed prior to him doing so, or merely a natural part of what he considered his duty. With one like this, it could go either way, no~?

“Ohhhh, I can just imagine you, looking all broody and sexy in a corner~?” The French fox left to smile as well when her date showed a little more complexity and depth beyond his inclination toward charm, though Daphne couldn't resist the opportunity to tease him on the subject of his contemplative attitude she did so in a manner that she believed was complimentary, and hinted that such a proclivity was something that she actually appreciated as well. Though given her fondness for art, that would only be natural, no?
“Oho~? How old are your seniors in Soul Society then…? It sounds like a man of a couple of centuries is still very much a spring chicken~?” Finding his description of the long lives of the people in Soul Society prompting greater questions however, even though the dark delight was well aware of the lifespans her own people could possess it was rather uncommon for them to extend beyond a few centuries, and so she was left to speculate on the limits of those where such generous existence was more commonplace. Though really, even with all her imagination, it was hard to push herself into the headspace of living for such vast terms as well.

“You have a reasonably good eye, since I am twenty-eight~?” Perhaps it only natural that her fair haired friend would ask after her age after being given the opportunity to speculate upon it, Miss Deveraux noted that his estimation was almost correct given the fact that she was still a twenty-something for a couple more years of her life, though felt perhaps a little flattery in the fact that already it appeared she was perhaps starting to become somewhat disingenuous in regard to estimation and reality.
“They say that the clue is in the eyes? Folk that are older than they look have more age in their gaze, and attitude I suppose? Experience seems to bring cynicism to many?” Able to offer her own insight into the matter however given her own situation, one with an eye for detail like her own could perhaps find clues as to the reality of a person's age when confronted with such skewed advantages, though ultimately the vivacious vixen suspected that it was easier to tell from spirit than it was from body in these cases. Even if a person looked young, their soul might seem otherwise, right~?

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[Ken Shirogane]

"Hah, well if I'm going to go down then it might as well be in the name of doing something good right?" He'd already died once for something with very little meaning to it. If he were to die again he hoped to at least be remembered fondly, that would make it at least somewhat worthwhile to him. "I would want to protect anyone in that situation. Man, woman, or child. Hell maybe even someone's pet, I love animals." He chuckled at the idea of dying protecting a dog or cat or something, and while it not be a glorious death he felt animals were generally more innocent than people were.

"Broody and sexy?" He asked with a little laugh at the idea. It sounded just a little silly to him but he didn't dislike the idea, mostly because she described it in a way that seemed to make him sound attractive.

"Oh yes, there are soul reapers that are more than a thousand years old. I'm not sure I'm a spring chicken even to them, but I think I would view anyone less than a hundred years old as being someone relatively new to the soul society." He mused, not really thinking of himself as old, but supposing he wasn't really that young anymore either. As a human he was ancient, but as a spirit and soul reaper, he was still relatively new.

"Cynicism? Well, I suppose that might be true. I'm certainly more cynical than I was during my human life. But when I was alive I didn't really care as much about people as I do now. I was content to follow orders and swing my sword in whatever direction other people dictated. I think that as I have gained experience after my death I've become significantly less concerned about my self-interests." Not that he didn't have any self-interests. He did still have something of his pride, and he did want to become someone important and influential in the soul society. It would be a while before that happened though.

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[Jessu]

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

Daphne Devereaux

“Teeheehee, what a sweet heart you are, hm~?” Perhaps hoping or at the very least anticipating some comment about how his act was a special service all for her, even so Miss Deveraux wasn't disappointed when he revealed the rather generous extent of his valour, and showed definite approval toward it as she giggled and offered him a few words on the feeling of sweetness in his dedication to duty.
“Do you… Have any pets~?” The French fox feeling especially tickled about the note he gave in regard toward his fondness for animals, this was a nice facet to his person which she could consider about him in his day to day life and speculate upon, and with it she was left to wonder about the life he led when he wasn't risking himself or flirting with pretty women beneath the moonlight? At the very least, he seemed more of a nester than first impression had seemed to imply, no?

“Ahahaha, I think that it is something a woman appreciates more~? No doubt something to do with distant dads and the issues they inspire~?” Chuckling at the scepticism which he seemed to show toward her point about the allure in a darker and deeper character, Daphne had to note that it tended to afflict the fairer sex more often, and might have been prompted to admit that it could be something she herself fell vulnerable to if her date was so inclined. Though, she was not so exclusive in her interest that she also could not feel the lure of a charming man with a sword and self sacrificing nature, especially if he was an animal lover. Never say never, after all~?

“So, death has made you more compassionate~?” Pausing and tipping her head when he admitted that he was apparently much more self-possessed in life, Miss Deveraux couldn't help but want to see that version of the man before her for sake of comparison given the rather self-effacing impression he had given her, though seemed to understand the point at least in how the right kind of experience could rather skew one's priority.
“I suppose that is the same for me? I did not die, but a brush with it… I think this is a the reason I have embraced my heritage…?” Confessing that she too seemed to be inspired to give more care to the world and those in it after dancing with her own demise, the dark dish found her eyes turning a little misty as she recalled herself and her friends as frightened teens way back when, and afterward felt a note of pride for having made herself a better woman because of that experience. Maybe that was one of the reasons they got along so well, hm~?

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[Ken Shirogane]

"It's always nice to hear that you find me agreeable." He noted with a chuckle before considering the pet's question. "I guess there are animals, but I don't have any myself." He did like pets though, he had a dog once when he was alive and young boy, but not since then.

"I mean, I can understand being interested in someone mysterious, and maybe issues make someone interesting, but I think that you might also need to watch out for someone like that turning a relationship sour." He shrugged, though he imagined Daphne was well aware of what kinds of guys she liked and where to draw the line when it came to emotional instability.

"Death has allowed me to reflect on my life decisions in ways that I had never considered when I lived. When I was young my blood was fire, and I longed to be free. In some sense I still do I suppose, but I've long since cooled off and gained some much needed wisdom with a great deal of self reflection. Considering who I was, who I am, and who I want to become. Even now I have goals, and I would change the world for the better should I gain the power to do so." He mused.

"So what was this event? This brush with death that impacted your views on your heritage?" He asked with interest.

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[Jessu]

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

Daphne Devereaux

“This seems a shame~? A woman can tell a lot about someone from their interest in animals~?” Unable to deny her disappointment upon learning that Kenshi was lacking a little when it came to companionship back in soul society, though she smiled and made her usual cheeky remark about the topic she couldn't help but feel a little sadness at the idea of him going back to a lonely home, and hoped that he had friends of the more human variety to help him with the void.
“It is a definite plus point that you like them though~? Cats, or dogs~?” Able however to admit the fact that she was certainly the type who approved of men and others who were in touch with a more tender sense of kinship, Miss Devereaux knew that she would never be able to stomach someone who might kick a pup or kitten, and on that topic began to contemplate plans to provide him with something worth coming home to.

“Teeheehee, I think that these are not the sort of characters one pursues a relationship with? Not an enduring one, at least?” The lass left to giggle however when he seemed sweet enough to worry about her when it came to matters of romance in regard to the brooding sort, once more she couldn't help but lean that little bit closer, and lifted her hand to his cheek gently as she found that protective spirit seeming to stir another urge to share a kiss with him.
“My, I would be quite a liar if I did not admit to having a certain intrigue at seeing you a little more fiery~? I bet you were quite cute~” Such temptation only growing still when he mentioned the boy he used to be, the cool confidence he carried now seemed like a contrast to the more volatile character which her companion described when it came to years gone by, and frankly her more impish side was left to wonder if she might be able to do a thing or two to spark that flame again.

“Heh, it was a school trip, some friends and myself took the wrong shortcut in Paris…” Looking down with further sadness however when he asked after the incident which had seemed to push her more toward action over art, Daphne let loose a heavy breath as she dipped deeper into memories which still seemed to be troubling to her now, and instinctively she seemed to twist and aim to rest her head upon his shoulder as she began to recount the tale with those baby blues misty.
“And we found a hungry hollow waiting for us?” All too clearly seeming to recall the pain that had been wrought upon her but the echo of screaming in her mind feeling so much more agonising, even now she couldn't help but wonder how things might have gone if they had chosen a different alley or hell if she had been stronger than she was back then, and felt guilt over the fact that she had gotten off lightly that day. Others had not been so lucky…

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[Ken Shirogane]

"Hm, I like cats and dogs, although I admit to liking dogs a bit more generally... But that's partially because they are much more willing to be affectionate than a cat is. Cats are a little more picky about whom they show affection to generally, or at least in my opinion, so perhaps that also makes it all the more worthwhile when it's earned." He mused, though it seemed correct to him at least when he thought about it.

He enjoyed her touch as that soft warm hand came up to touch along his cheek, pressing into her touch before meeting her lips with his own once more for another tender kiss. Humming happily in response before the kiss parted looking at the lovely lady's face. "Hm, you may see my flame spark anew at some point. Though I like to think that my fire is a little more focused than it used to be, not so wild, chaotic, and destructive as it once was. A torch rather than a bonfire." He said while moving a hand in return to trace along one of her thighs through the skirt she was wearing, though he didn't try to slip under it, not going that far at least.

"Hm... That's unfortunate. But I can understand how such a sudden meeting could prove to be motivating... No one wants to be powerless in the face of danger." He considered. "It's only a shame that your power doesn't deliver the same results as mine when it comes to helping one shift into the afterlife instead of... Well, wherever your power sends hollows I suppose. I can only recall that part of the issue that Shinigami has with Quincy is due to that particular fact. It would make things so much easier, smoother if your power sent the souls of Hollow into the soul society."

He also knew that it was said to create a sort of "imbalance" in nature as well. He wasn't sure what the ultimate result of too many Hollow being destroyed by Quincy was, only that it wasn't good. Certainly, he would want to avoid any chaotic results of such actions, yet he could not deny that in some respects Shinigami were failing their job. There were not enough of them to purify every Hollow in the world, Soul Society, and the realms in which they wandered.

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[Jessu]

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

Daphne Devereaux

“Ah, magnifique! I am just the same! Le chatte is certainly cute, but there is no comparing to the friend one finds with le cheinne~?” The french fox certainly seeming to chime with a definite sense of approval at both the preference her partner showed and the reasoning which lay behind it, it was true that she too had nothing against the humble feline and in fact rather enjoyed their cuteness and affectionate nature in the right setting, but in spite of this it was that feeling of unconditional love and devotion which seemed to tip her decision in the direction of the dog.
“I actually had a dog when I was younger, his name was Pompom! Actually, now I think upon it, do pets go to… Your realm?” All too suddenly seeming to be filled with a girlish energy at the confirmation which she was given in fact, Miss Devereaux couldn't help but chatter as she recalls her faithful and fluffy companion from childhood, and a part of the girl she was then seems to return for an instant as her eyes grow misty thanks to the wealth of memories she possessed, and perhaps that bittersweet sadness at knowing that he had moved on to a different life now as well. Though, even then, she couldn't help but wonder if the society of souls harboured him still.

“The flame of the young man, tempered~?” All too soon found nibbling on his lips in a soft and sweet kiss soon after however, Daphne shivered a little at the new feeling of contact as she felt her companion caressing her thigh though doesn't recoil from it, and instead only basked in feeling her pulse quicken that bit more because of the sensation.
“I am eager to see the heat with which it burns~?” Meanwhile aiming to provide him with something of the same, the dark dish lowered her voice into a softer, more intimate whisper as she now found her attentions stimulated both by deed and description, and eased herself a little bit closer to him as a more physical gesture of her increasing comfort in his close company. Besides, even at this time of the year, it was nice to enjoy a little more warmth against the moonlight air, no?

“Hell, is where we send them? Or so the teachings say… Our energy is aligned with this?” Some of the life seeming to be lost in her tone however when she admitted to the locale which her attacks seemed to condemn her targets upon dispatch, even though she didn't flinch in using her powers when the situation called for it, that doesn't mean that she doesn't question or entirely agree with their result either. I mean, it was a tricky matter to wrestle with, no?
“It brings a new meaning to "See you in hell", non~?” Often seeming to find it best to distract herself from the grim reality of the inclination her people possess, as much because of the rather real possibility that she too might just share that fate one day, Miss Devereaux offers a less sincere and more practiced smile as she jokes about the matter and sighed soon after. It really wasn't good to get herself thinking about stuff like this, was it?

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