Misplaced aim, Welcome to the hilton hotel.

Well Richard has never had good aim with his gargantua, So he was expecting it to go awry. What he wasn't expecting was for it to be 40 feet above the roof of the mansion. Stepping out, Expecting ground, And finding air, He pitches forward a little as he begins to fall. Grabbing emi and cradling her in his arms, He solidifys his spirit pressure under his feet, Slowing his descent, Until he manages to land gracefully on one of the chimney stacks of the bount mansion.

Sorry about that, Hanako-San.

That's the third title in a different language. First was german, then was english, And now japanese? what's next, Norweigan? Anywho, disregarding that now, He hops forward, Landinging infront of the porch of the mansion, Again, quite gracefull.

Welcome to the hilton hotel, Dama Hanako.

And there's spanish!

Richard sighs, And bending forward he kisses the wound on her shoulder lightly. Another skill stolen from the shinigami, His reiatsu heals her in the form of a healing kidou. He would have used his hands, But he thinks that kissing will produce a funnier reaction, And his hand is currently occupied with holding her up, While squeezing her ass lightly to see what will happen.

Sorry, can't do that. I'm under orders. So your stay at the hilton hotel has begun.

He walks into the bount mansion. Inside it is quite lavishly decorated, Full of ornate european art, Furniture, And everything else. The entire building is built in the style of the europeans, An oddity among the japanese inhabitants of the area.

He grins lightly, and then does something unexpected. Biting down hard on his lower lip, He literally tears a shread of it off, And then to be an ass, Spits it on her neck. The shred quickly regenerates.

You see my dear, If you cut my hand off, I would grow a new one. And while the new one is growing the other hand would be doing very bad things to you, Yes it would.

He moves quickly through the house, Using shunpo liberally to make sure she couldn't find her way out of the huge mansion if she had to. She might soon begin to realize that they've moved down a floor, But it's unlikely.

I can't tell you that my dear, But the person who ordered it may be able to.

He comes to stand infront of a door, It looks average really. He sets her down lightly, Standing her on her feet. Whether she chooses to use those feet or not, Well that's her choice. Grabbing the normal looking doorknob he pulls on the door, And it begins to open. And it keeps opening. And opening. My god, This door must be at least two feet thick. And only the first three inches are the wooden door, Behind that is stone. Once the door is fully open he pushes her into the room, And the moment she enters the ropes would dissapate, And any spiritual pressure would be completly gone. You see, The entire room is coated with Sekkeisekki, Or spirit stone. Any and all spiritual pressure is being negated by it's influence, Preventing her from sensing people, And people from sensing her. He swings the door closed behind him.

Welcome to the hilton hotel.

The walls, Despite being made from spirit stone, Are painted a nice cream color. Really except for the lack of windows the entire room looks like a hotel room, With a bedroom beyond the main sitting room he just pushed her into, And a bathroom next to that.

Get used to it. You'll be here for a while.

As she turns the collar goes brittle, Cracks. She should be glad that he did this, Because if he hadn't she would have had the skin ripped off of her neck. Which, suffice to say, Would be painful.

I'll touch you if it pleases me, And don't worry, i won't to much

He pulls a hankerchief out of his pocket and wipes the blood off of her neck.

We can't have you looking dirty now.

He pockets the hankerchief again, And sits down on the couch, Assuming quite a lazy position. He's tired, But at least he carried out orders.

Feel free to explore. There're no doors to be closed though, So don't try to hide.

Richard sighs. He really does hate it when a girl sulks. . .Maybe he could figure out a way to get her to be firey again. . Firey her is fun. He stands up slowly, Leaving his backpack on the couch. He won't need the various weapons, Or the yummy apple in it. He walks over to a fridge set into the wall, opens the freezer, and pulls out a handfull of ice cubes. He then proceeds to walk towards the bathroom.

If it makes you feel better i wouldn't have kidnapped you, 'Cept i was under orders.

He walks into the bathroom, And sits down next to her. With a quick hand movement her zanpakuto is tossed into the bathtub, And an icecube is slid down her shirt. This is only a prelude to the fun richard is planning on having.

(Sorry it's short i'm strained on time)

Riza nodded sharply to G but remained silent. Stalking out of the elevator she gravitated towards the door where Richard and the Shinigami girl were. The walls weren't thick enough to muffle the sounds coming from the room, and Riza's scowl grew darker. Wrapping a knuckle against the door, she didn't wait for someone to answer. Reaching for the handle, Riza twisted only to find it locked. The old Bountou was not to be dissuaded as she reached into a pocket hidden amongst the many yards of fabric that made up her dress and pulled out a master key card. Slipping the slim piece of plastic into the locking mechanism, she watched as the light turned green and the lock clicked open.

Riza drew in a deep breath, trying to push her emotions far enough down so that the crimson haze that tinted her vision would subside. Wrenching the door open, she strode into the room purposefully. A quick scan of the main sitting room proved that to be clear, so she followed the voices to the bathroom. Wrenching that door open with enough force to dent the wall behind it Riza walked in calmly.

Casting a searing glance at the two occupants of the room her eyes narrowed even further, turning into burning golden slits. She took two smooth steps forward, every motion precise and controlled, barely masking the tension crackling beneath her skin. Her cream colored skirts swirled around her, the fabric kissing the floor as she advanced.

"Richard," she greeted her fellow Bount, light and sweet as if nothing was wrong. The honeyed tone would have sent warning bells ringing to anyone who knew her. Poisoned honey. Her slim arm lashed out, the motion too fast for most eyes to follow as she attempted to close her fingers around his neck with bruising force and slam him into the wall hard enough so that some of the plaster trickled down from the ceiling. "What. Are. You. Doing?" And then she smiled.

He was starting to get tired of waiting. She was proceeding with such a slow pace. Even though her eyes were crimson, with anger, her conduct was the same as always. So Boring he thought. he hoped that she would rip the door off, and tear of a limb or too, but she had only just pulled out the Master Card. This was proceeding at a pace far too slow for his liking. So instead of watching her all the way, he decided to skip till she began to brawl, and gently closing the door as he backed into the room.

It was your average Hotel room, not some special Suite. It had the basic necessities in it, but that was all. Although he did like that the Bed Cloth wasn't the usual white, but a more smooth, and silky Black. It kinda reminded him of the Soul Reapers Robes. Infact, it was probably the same material, since it looked exactly the same. Suddenly, his eyes broadened a bit, not in surprise, but with a look of curiosity. It seems that this cloth could provide a disguise for me, so that I can go out, infront of those two as Riza's Subordinate. This way, I can go out in the open, and take The Shinigami without arousing suspicion. But to do that, would mean to make Riza suspicious as to why I am taking such extreme measures in order to save a mere Shinigami. On the other hand, if My identity was to be exposed, it would be an even greater trouble. So this plan is definitely off. He quickly scratched of that Idea from his list, but the word Subordinate helped him out. He came up with another Idea, as to how he could get The Shinigami, without arousing Riza's Suspicion.

He quickly opened the door again, hoping to catch Riza, before she went in, but it was too late. He had missed his chance. He could already hear her voice booming through the hallway, questioning Richard. He placed his palm on his face. Tsk Tsk. So Reactionary. But he had to contact her. He knew that if he didn't there was no way he could get The Shinigami away from here. He looked around the place, but found nothing that could be used. Not even a piece of paper, or something of the sort. It was useless. I need to communicate with her, But How ?, he thought, all the while remaining as Calm as a cucumber. He didn't break a sweat. Not one. He was not the type to loose his cool the moment even the smallest thing went wrong.

He suddenly heard a buzzing. He turned around, and saw, that it was the same fly they'd used to communicate earlier. He wasn't sure if it was or not, but it seemed likely that Riza left it here to keep an eye on him. He quickly motioned for it to come near his mouth. He was confirmed that it was Riza's Doll, when it followed th instruction and came near his face. Without wasting another moment, he whispered his message to it, saying, " Listen, Tell Riza that she should only worry about Richard. Tell her to allow the Shinigami to pass through, and keep Richard distracted, and Ill take the Shinigami out of here, as a favor, and then you come back to me to tell me her reply, and also incase i have further instructions. Got that ? " he said. The fly didn't respond, but simply buzzed off to the room where Riza was, to relay the message, while he quickly locked himself back in. He hoped she would abide. If she didn't it would make things difficult for the both of them.

OOC - ...Since Richard-san hasn't posted, and G-san is no longer a Bount... Uhm... I don't know what to do with this... Ah...

Riza glanced at the Bount. She hadn't really met him before, had never really taken in his personality. But his current actions were enough to sway her towards an ample amount of dislike. Sighing softly, the older woman released the other Bount. The girl had run off, and as much as Riza was against keeping captives, she didn't particularly want the Shinigami to run amok. Gazing derisively at Richard, she scowled, "I've got too many things to attend to right now. But believe me, when I'm through with them, we shall continue this conversation Richard."

Spinning on her heel so that her skirts swirled with her, she stalked from the room just in time to see the girl hop into the elevator. Traipsing over to the small metal box next to it, she pulled out another key and stuck it in. Turning the key, Riza frowned as she punched a few buttons on the side panel that opened up.

The light at the top of the elevator switched over, the button for up glowing brightly as it switched destinations. As the door proceeded to open, she took a step forward prepared to enter the elevator and subdue the girl if there needed to be action. Really though, Riza didn't understand why all these things couldn't just be discussed. It was much more civilized, and although uncivilized action seemed to get more of a response. It figured.

OOC - XP

Riza stepped inside the elevator, demurely reaching out to press the button which would freeze it in mid-descent. Once the elevator had jarred to a stop, she turned to the Shinigami girl and smiled. In a reassuring manner of course, but Riza could never really tell when she was succeeding with those types of things.

"Well darling, it's put us both in a bit of a bind you see... I don't want you here, however I'm not really sure why you're here. If it was up to me, I would simply let you go. But since it's not up to me, we should compromise," her smile turned into a razor edged grin as she brushed the wrinkles out of her skirt. Glancing to the side, she suddenly noticed the plaster residue on her shoulders. Glaring minutely at the offending white dust, she quickly brushed it off. Really... Did she use that much force earlier?

Turning dark honeyed eyes back on the girl, she remembered her actual reason for being in this elevator. "Ah, yes. Well, I propose that you and I go to see the Herr. He'll know if there was a reason for you being here other than... Richard's...," She frowned, eyes narrowing, "Well... For the sake of propriety I shall refrain from finishing that sentence."

Clapping her hands as if to clear the air, she smiled happily at the Shinigami. "Is that alright with you darling?" Of course, Riza didn't really care if it was alright with the girl. It was going to happen one way or the other. To emphasize her point, the older lady snapped her fingers. Downstairs the form of a small boy blurred before bursting into a cloud of insects. Flying through the building they managed to squeeze their way into the elevator shaft and use their small resilient bodies to crawl into the actual elevator. Assembling next to Riza, there was soon the form of a small blond haired child.

"OH! Aelfgar, fancy that. Hmm, how've you been?" She smiled happily, reaching out to smooth his somewhat wild hair while the kid scowled. Still, he didn't protest. For the moment ignoring the fact that she was trapped in an elevator with a possibly hostile Shinigami, of her own accord no less, Riza focused on the fact that her son was finally with her again. Which reminded her, she needed to go collect Sigi soon too, and perhaps she had left the little Bount alone too long also... Mhm, she would add that to her to do list.

Riza blinked. Looking up from Aelfgar who was glaring at the ground in a pre-pubescent spurt of angst or some-such thing, she tapped her lips, fingernails glinting. "Hmmm..." Too seeing eyes glittered as thoughts raced through her head. Technically, she had no obligation to Richard to keep the girl. Aaaaand... Hm. Turning her upper torso so that her dress swirled wonderfully, Riza glanced at her moping child, "Alefgar, honey. I have another task for you," at that he looked up, his face morphing into a cold stare, "Mhmhm, I know dear, but you're the only one who can do it, see? And, besides, it's important. After that I promise, you can go hide somewhere." His stare morphed into an affronted blush, before the doll quickly nodded, agreeing just for the sake of changing the subject.

A cascade of laughter filled the elevator, silver darkness ringing like bells. Grinning, Riza gave the child her orders. "Your sister is out there somewhere, go find her, and tell her to bring the little Bount upstairs. All three of you should go see the Herr, and when you get there, tell him what's going on. I want a quick response, yes?" He nodded, still not meeting her eyes. There was a pause, as he brought his hand up and a small piece of skin seemed to fall away, only to reveal itself as a tiny black bug. Buzzing in a lazy loop, the bug escaped from the elevator and flew off to accomplish it's task.

Riza giggled, reaching up to tousle Aelfgar's hair while he tried to evade the attack. Escaping, the young boy hurriedly tried to brush his hair back into a semblance of normalcy and Riza watched amused.

"Oh yes, the darling," she muttered softly under her breath, having forgotten about the girl once again. Seriously though, she wasn't supposed to be watching Shinigami. She could be doing other things, like pulling the Little Bount around, or finding Kitten and pouncing on her... Although that latter seemed like it might produce a painful situation. Spinning around grandly, with her hands held out for balance, Riza smiled cheerfully down at the pink-haired girl.

"There now. You don't have to go see anyone at the moment, and I'll know if you're allowed to leave. It's the best I can do darling, although technically if I let you go and then just pretending I didn't know a thing about it... Hmms, Richard would probably bring it up though... Although I could just go make sure he doesn't... But that could be rather boring you see... And perhaps counter productive. I'm sure someone told me once not to be mean to people like him, although it's hardly something I can help. Then again, Aelfgar and Sigi would probably grumble about doing anything. They're such lazy children you see," Riza, with her grin fully plastered on, continued to ramble as was her wont. Soon enough they would have results from her small plan, and then she could leave the girl alone.

Riza hummed softly, her mind elsewhere. She could feel the presence of Sigi, and the Little Bount. They had by now reached the Herr, along with his current entourage. Hopefully Aelfgar would get a reply soon so she could leave herself, she hadn't seen the Herr since his last order to acquire the Hilton Hotel. He had just said that he was going off to do something, without so much as an explanation to Sage or herself, although Riza hadn't minded, she was now curious to see where he had gone to. And what news he had brought back.

She glanced back over at the little Shinigami as words poured from her mouth, for a moment Riza stalled on the Japanese, forgetting to translate and thus only hearing a jumble of soothing river words. Blinking, and then shaking the French from her head, the old Bount grinned gleefully. Taking a large step to the side, skirts swishing, she enveloped Aelfgar's main body into a hug. Arms looping around his upper chest so that he couldn't squirm away, although to his credit the boy glanced at her before continuing to stare sullenly at the side of the elevator.

"Of course he is~" Riza preened, happy that someone finally brought up the subject. She loved her children, and everyone else just focused on their strange abilities. What they could do for them, but that wasn't how the world should work. Children were supposed to be taken care of, and left to have fun and experience the world. Somewhere deep down, the knowledge that Aelgar and Sigi had long outgrown the word "child" unfolded itself, but Riza shoved it away with a cheery grin. She had had Aelfgar for thousands of years, and he would always be her child. Born on that rainy day, when the air had been full of dispair. And then Sigi came, the blessing that Riza had been waiting for. No one else had understood, they hadn't seen them as children. But Riza had fixed that.

Shaking her head once more, she drew herself away from those macabre thoughts of the past. They no longer matter. All that mattered was that Aelfgar and Sigi were alive, and here, and both of them prospering. Her honey toned eyes hardened to a cold yellow stone as she stared off into the distance, deep in thought, "They're both my children you see. And no one is going to take them away from me..." she murmured to herself, half crooning.

OOC - I'll reply once Franz-ja replies to Aelfgar in the other topic.

Bumpity bump bump flop smash crash BOOM! All of which sounds were made as the infamous bount know as Greasey Banana flew from the upstairs hallway of such a grand hotel, down the stairs, rolling and plopping. Oopsy daisy! The bount attempted to form a standing position upon the immediate impact of cratering into the bottom of the stairwell, but, to no availe, his foot twisted and he face-planted into a wedding cake.

Laying there for moments on end, Greasey eventually brought his face from where it had buried itself, hidden, within the cake's frosting. A deep inhale slightly echoed throughout as a comical as he, had almost been suffocated by the well-cooked batter. A push and a wabbling wave of the arms proved well enough stability to return Greasey to a standing form of laziness. A hand to the left of him, his of course, slowly crept to his face and wiped some of the frosting from its newly planted foundation. Curious sarcasm glared the frosting straaaaaight into the doors of breath known as his mouth.

"Mmm... good frosting..."

Bakers yelled and gasped guests disgustedly looked at his frostified face with relative displeasure. What? Couldn't a man eat what he "found" on his face, apparently not... Germaphobes, growing stricter every day, not like the frosting was contaminated, so why did they all stare at him as if he were some kind of monster; 'twas odd. Licked fingers and a towel a wash delicious frosting, Greasey shoved the soft peice of cloth into his ears, clearing them of any excess material.

"Naaaaah... people are so angry these days... I put one ferrit in a ladies' bedroom and her husband throws me down a flight of stares, aye papi.... People need to learn to have fune like back in high school.... Those were the days! I remember that one t-!"

Wait a minute.... one, two, three, four, five, six... people seemed to be staring at him as if he were a complete moron, most of them being of the bountou race. Well, seeing him being thrown down a flight of stairs into a wedding cake was probably not the best first impression he had ever made, but delicious comedy nonetheless. Dusting of his shaggy tank-top and sweat pants, the not-so-slick bount headed towards whate, hopefully seemed to be, friendly companions. Of course though, whilst walking there, the clutz that he is, Greasey trips over the comfort and stumbles along the rest of the way. An odd, sarcastic laughing-scream emitted from his vocal chords as he fell backwards into the group of clustered appearances.

Greasey now lay on the floor, face up, staring at all those who had decided to greet him. Two of them seemed to be mexicans (AKA arrancars) and like 2 or three were bountou... The rest, well, hell, Greasey didn't know and was honestly completely oblivious. A stupid smile slowly enveloped Greasey's lips and with closed eyes, he stuttered out a greeting so poor.

"Ha-ha-ah-ha-ah-ah-ha... Yeah...! Not the best entrance I've ever made, buuuut, it was quiet delicious in itself. You know people today, never can take a joke anymore, I didn't even get my ferrit back... AAAAAANYWAYS, I'm Greasey and as you can see, I have tripped onto the floor, and now lay in the middle of your cluster... So, yeah... what up homie G slicin' my fashizzle nizzle bizzle fo'rizzle Mac daddy poppin' pimpin' dawg the crazy MC, word?"

In all honesty, Greasey had no idea what, what he just said, meant. He kind of just... compiled every slang word he could think off the top of his head into some form of un-needed, but admittedly amusing, greeting that no one in the hotel would understand. Not that it mattered, because it was pretty fun to say in the first place and it made Greasey feel like one of those african-american rappers.

OOC - Eto's... This topic currently consists of an elevator. Perhaps your post was meant for a different topic? Since... There's no Arrancar, only one Bount here and... uh, yeah.

OOC: Why can't there be stairs D<? And from what I read, there are some arrancar here.... Nimue, hmm o.o? Greasey is an idiot though so the mis-countings/miscalculations in the post were meant to encourage his own idiocracy; I want to leave the stairs in though, there are always some stairs in a hotel, even if its just for sfaety purposes. There is no real, official playing outline from what I've seen so stairs are a possibility so I RP'ed them in =/.