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Beyond The Mat [Closed/Irvine]
by Diarmaid O'Cahan Sat Jul 11, 2020 5:46 pm
Diarmaid moved a little stiffly as he strode down the road, his injuries still pained him a little and a dull throb was emanating from his chest but all things considered he was pretty healthy. Hell he was lucky to be alive at all after his encounter with that Shinigami. It had rather turned his belief that modern day Quincy needn’t hate the Soul Reapers on it’s head. It seemed that his seniors had been correct. There could only be death and destruction between Quincy and those murderers. It was unfortunate but if it was war they wanted then Diarmaid was more than willing to give them the fight they deserve especially if it was what was needed to defend his fellow Quincy.
He’d recently learnt that an abnormal number of foreign Quincy were gathering in the area, even more so than he’d at first suspected, and his new friends had informed him of a plan to gather those willing together to discuss the Shinigami threat. It made sense and Diarmaid of course owed them so he was happy to spread the news.
In fact that was the reason for today’s outing. He had been on the phone with Aine recently and she’d told him about another Quincy she’d come across. Apparently he was living in an old fashioned Japanese House which had been recently fixed up to its traditional standards. However that was hardly impressive, he could do that himself with his trust fund, what Diarmaid did like the sound of however was that this old man who sold antiques had a fucking Championship Wrestling Belt hanging up in his house.
Irvine Bradford.
Diarmaid only knew one man of that name, a man he’d come to Tokyo hoping he still might show up in the local rings and if he was also a Quincy who needed to be informed about the upcoming gathering. Then everything was turning out all positive for the first time since coming to this quite possibly cursed town.
Checking his S20 Plus the Quincy frowned for a moment at the GPS which he’d plugged the address into before looking up. It appeared this was the place. Huh Aine was right, it really didn’t look like a shop.
Stepping inside he glanced around with some interest at the antiques although he wasn’t surprised to see the house-shop was empty apart from one individual who appeared to be the owner. The man was sitting behind what served as a counter. A smile slowly spread across the Irishman’s face as he realised it was the Irvine he’d watched on T.V. all those years ago. He was older obviously but it was definitely him.
Striding up he grinned broadly at the man. “I can’t believe it’s you!” Diarmaid said in English, his thick Northern Irish accent filled with excitement and passion. “To think Irvine Bradford was a Quincy this whole fucking time.” he laughed.
Holding out a hand, still grinning happily, he introduced himself. “Diarmaid. A pleasure to meet ya.”
He’d recently learnt that an abnormal number of foreign Quincy were gathering in the area, even more so than he’d at first suspected, and his new friends had informed him of a plan to gather those willing together to discuss the Shinigami threat. It made sense and Diarmaid of course owed them so he was happy to spread the news.
In fact that was the reason for today’s outing. He had been on the phone with Aine recently and she’d told him about another Quincy she’d come across. Apparently he was living in an old fashioned Japanese House which had been recently fixed up to its traditional standards. However that was hardly impressive, he could do that himself with his trust fund, what Diarmaid did like the sound of however was that this old man who sold antiques had a fucking Championship Wrestling Belt hanging up in his house.
Irvine Bradford.
Diarmaid only knew one man of that name, a man he’d come to Tokyo hoping he still might show up in the local rings and if he was also a Quincy who needed to be informed about the upcoming gathering. Then everything was turning out all positive for the first time since coming to this quite possibly cursed town.
Checking his S20 Plus the Quincy frowned for a moment at the GPS which he’d plugged the address into before looking up. It appeared this was the place. Huh Aine was right, it really didn’t look like a shop.
Stepping inside he glanced around with some interest at the antiques although he wasn’t surprised to see the house-shop was empty apart from one individual who appeared to be the owner. The man was sitting behind what served as a counter. A smile slowly spread across the Irishman’s face as he realised it was the Irvine he’d watched on T.V. all those years ago. He was older obviously but it was definitely him.
Striding up he grinned broadly at the man. “I can’t believe it’s you!” Diarmaid said in English, his thick Northern Irish accent filled with excitement and passion. “To think Irvine Bradford was a Quincy this whole fucking time.” he laughed.
Holding out a hand, still grinning happily, he introduced himself. “Diarmaid. A pleasure to meet ya.”
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Re: Beyond The Mat [Closed/Irvine]
by Irvine Bradford Fri Jul 24, 2020 4:32 pm
When Aya was a kid, she always had a phone on her, always staring at it and sending emails to her friends. There was this small animated snippet that she loved to throw at Irvine whenever he had planned for a few days over in Europe. It was a chipmunk turning around dramatically with a camera panning close to further fuel the scene.
That was Irvine's reaction when this young Irishman approached him in excitement, and outed him as Quincy.
"Good grief.." he muttered with a disturbed growl, lowering the hat to allow the dip to cover his expression. He can handle a mark easily, like many wrestlers would. Just smile and pose for the camera, but this monster, a Quincy mark is a beast far ascended from the wrestling world.
He stepped into the light, and if the Irishman had dreamed that his villain stood before him at his prime. He would be sorely mistaken. His wrestling career had ended just shy of eleven years ago and there was little reason to stand out. His muscles eased, lightened up, though his posture was upright, strong for a six foot two, but his withered frame made him look like a twig. It was his choice of wearing loose and baggy clothes saved him from looking like a survivor.
"Shit," another word of his escaped from his lips, this time in a sotto, weak enough to reach Diarmaid's ears. He had heard scores of Quincy making Karakura Town their home, but he never expected someone to figure him out. He was warned this might happen! He righted his hat and dropped his arm with ease. He masked his disappointment with a wide smile, his lips wide enough to produce a crow's feet.
"Better believe it, Clover," his charming baritone whirred into action. He reached out with his skinny hand to grasp Diarmaid's hand, firm, imposing it looked as if the wrestler was crushing the Irishman's hands but that's not true. It was gentle, a mark of a wrestler to hide the gentleness with an air of intimidation, "You're a little far off from Emerald Isle." Though he managed to compose himself, but his eyes squinted a few times, he never felt jilted, not since when he was told that he would win the big belt in the tournament.
That was Irvine's reaction when this young Irishman approached him in excitement, and outed him as Quincy.
"Good grief.." he muttered with a disturbed growl, lowering the hat to allow the dip to cover his expression. He can handle a mark easily, like many wrestlers would. Just smile and pose for the camera, but this monster, a Quincy mark is a beast far ascended from the wrestling world.
He stepped into the light, and if the Irishman had dreamed that his villain stood before him at his prime. He would be sorely mistaken. His wrestling career had ended just shy of eleven years ago and there was little reason to stand out. His muscles eased, lightened up, though his posture was upright, strong for a six foot two, but his withered frame made him look like a twig. It was his choice of wearing loose and baggy clothes saved him from looking like a survivor.
"Shit," another word of his escaped from his lips, this time in a sotto, weak enough to reach Diarmaid's ears. He had heard scores of Quincy making Karakura Town their home, but he never expected someone to figure him out. He was warned this might happen! He righted his hat and dropped his arm with ease. He masked his disappointment with a wide smile, his lips wide enough to produce a crow's feet.
"Better believe it, Clover," his charming baritone whirred into action. He reached out with his skinny hand to grasp Diarmaid's hand, firm, imposing it looked as if the wrestler was crushing the Irishman's hands but that's not true. It was gentle, a mark of a wrestler to hide the gentleness with an air of intimidation, "You're a little far off from Emerald Isle." Though he managed to compose himself, but his eyes squinted a few times, he never felt jilted, not since when he was told that he would win the big belt in the tournament.
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