Highway to Heaven! In the Land of Luxury!

[Sam]

-- CHAPTER I //Highway to Heaven! In the Land of Luxury!

It was high morning the sun was at a high angle propped up on the big blue sky. To most this was a beautiful day full of opportunity in the 'fun department' but to Aizen, this was just another day like any other. The sun's bright yellow rays glazed over the marble streets of Maethen City giving the entire city-scape a bright appearance. It had been just an hour or two since he'd gotten off the boat that had brought him here... Aityaia.

This island was different than both Karate Island or Dance Island. Unlike Dance Island, it was extremely bright and colorful! Vibrant and full of life! An action could be found in every corner and voices filled every ounce of air. Unlike Karate Island, people in this place didn't seem to have a stick up their ass. So this was a welcome change for Aizen.

"Mmm, how quaint."

Aizen mumbled to himself as he was hit with a sensory overload from the Island's part. Bright shining sun, scantily clad tourists with colorful bikini and swimming trunks. There was also smell of tobacco and cheap booze which filled the air. As the monk turned a corner, he spotted a man wearing a bright orange guayabera and wearing a straw hat played on a marimba filling the already full air with a pleasant caribbean tune. It didn't take long before a crowd formed around him dancing to the sound beat of the metal pieces clinging with each other.

This bit brought a smile to Aizen as well, the man also saw himself attracted to the beat of the song... it was different from the mantra and chants that he heard in the monastery. This music was different, it had no true purpose... it was just there for admiration and Aizen enjoyed that. There was nothing wrong with it... it was simply there. As he listened in on the music something else filled his ears... a voice. Not Human or Fishman. No, this one was distinct and rather sing-song... it could only be the voice of a bird.

"Oi oi oi! Here they go again! Making noise! Bah! Stupid humans!"

Came the voice from a nearby parrot who perched itself on a nearby post. Another bird, this time a Tucan sat next to the parrot in seeming admiration of the festivities.

"I don't know, I enjoy the beat. Why do you always have to be so cranky?"

Aizen put a hand up to his mouth as he listened to the two speak. A part of him wished he could join in on the conversation, but they were in public. That would be a bad idea, anytime he spoke with animals in public areas people always took badly to it. No matter how kind people were, no matter how open-minded they claimed to be. They were always the same deep down. Afraid. Afraid of change. Afraid of what they do not understand. Aizen frowned, turning his attention back to the music in the hope that he could block out both of the avian voices.

-- NAME // Aizen Momochi

-- CLASS // E

-- TECHS USED // None.

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The sound of squawking birds stirred Mixy from her beach chair catnap. She looked down at her bikini-clad body, relieved to see that she hadn't burned herself to a crisp. Although she hadn't intended to fall asleep, Mixy had been sure to choose a spot that was shaded both by a palm tree and a parasol planted in the ground. Between that and the floppy sun hat she had donned before leaving her hotel room, Mixy was impenetrably shaded to the point where her heart-shaped sunglasses served no practical purpose.

It had only been a few days since her misadventure on Dance Island. After complaining her way out of being kidnapped, she only needed to complain for a few minutes more before one of the drab island's locals directed her to somewhere more her pace. While she had initially been delighted to land on Aityaia, the novelty of Maethen's glitz and luxury was beginning to wear thin. All of this leisure time reminded her too much of home, a feeling she was eager to escape.

Mixy reached for the neon pink drink she ordered before arriving at the beach and took a sip. She couldn't help but frown as the taste hit her tongue. The ice had long since melted, cutting its sweet flavor with a watered-down unpleasantness. Still, it was preferable to the bitter sake every bar on Dance Island insisted on serving. Mixy took another gulp before standing up and gingerly stepping out into the sunlight.

The music and the crowd building around it were the first things to catch Mixy's attention, and she made her way toward it. Before long she found herself at the back of the crowd, able to hear the music but not see who was playing it. She quickly decided that wouldn't do at all, and began half dancing, half shuffling around the other revelers in an attempt to make it to the front.

Mixy hit a dead-end when she found herself sandwiched between two burly dancers, with an incredibly tall man standing directly in front of her and blocking her line of sight. Despite standing with the rest of the crowd, he was wearing a costume that made him look more like part of the show, complete with what she assumed were fake wings on his back. Mixy stood on her toes and made a few spirited hops in hopes of seeing over him, but it was no use.

"What cruel fate, what injustice! Doesn't he know that tall people should stand in the back?" Mixy moaned under her breath, a little louder than she had intended.

[SnowDog]

The sights! The sounds! This island was something like a dream! Everything the half-blood could see before him shined like a lost treasure he could never have fathomed. Those who sat along the beach appeared to Goji like members of royalty, those who got to live out a lavish lifestyle of luxury and decadence, one he did not know growing up with back home. There was a lot to check out on this new island and Goji was hoping he would get a chance to see every part of it just to take it all.

The sun was beginning to bear down on the half-blooded captain as he walked along the beachside boardwalk with a glimmer in his eye. He wiped at the sweat that was starting to form on his brow. The heat didn't feel too bad on the raft-ride towards the island, but once onshore he was really feeling it cook at him. Goji removed his red-colored coat and flung it over his shoulder, trying to cool himself even if for a bit and exposing his fur-covered torso.

Goji soon approached a local man drumming away at a marimba which drew his attention away from the mindless wandering, filling in with the crowd and standing beside another man who was tuning in to the street show as well. Goji smacked his lips together as he felt himself growing parched in this sun. He turned to the man next to him to inquire where he good go get a refreshment but was immediately taken back at how much taller he was in comparison.

"Hi there! I'm new to the island, do you know where I could get something cool to drink? It's a scorcher out here!" Before he could get a response, there was a mumbling sound that came from behind him. He reactively flicked his tail about to make sure he wasn't accidentally brushing up against someone else as he had a habit of mindlessly doing that. When the half-blood's tail did not feel the sensation of brushing against another, he then looked over his shoulder only to find a small woman standing behind him.

"Oh! Hi, sorry, I didn't hit you with my tail did I?"

[Sam]

-- CHAPTER I //Highway to Heaven in a Land of Luxury!

Aizen continued to watch the performance with a rather stoic face simply taking in the soft melody of the marimba. That was until an oddity of nature appeared right next to him... a blue-haired six-foot ape-man now stood next to him. Not only that but said ape-man asked a most odd question... where to find refreshments. Aizen had to wonder... what kind of refreshments did this fellow want? A normal person in such a setting would likely be asking about booze or punch. But this was a monkey and Aizen who had some experience with simians had never seen a monkey drink booze or punch. So, this guy must definitely be asking about water and Aizen knew where to find water.

"Oh, of course. There is a fountain flowing with fresh water in the town square. Careful not to accidentally guzzle one of the coins in there. Some fool dropped them all."

The monk suggested before promptly going back to viewing the show he so much enjoyed. However, this was cut short once more as he heard some lady mumbling some nonsense behind him. Turning around he saw the voice did belong to a woman. A small woman who seemed like a piece of bacon from burnt up she was... well no wonder she was like that. Look at the way she was dressed! Shaking his head in disbelief the monk let out a pained sigh.

"My apologies little miss, you can take my spot. Here stand next to the monkey if you will."

Aizen gestured to his spot in an intent to peacefully switch places with the woman. It was true, his spot was great and it was well deserved as he was there first. But this woman was less fortunate than him and besides if he stood behind her his experience would not be diminished. Hell once the two buffoons saw the exchange they avoided bumping into Aizen, his large size and the stoic glare he always had on his face were enough to keep them at bay.

"Now... is everyone happy? If so I would like to continue my enjoyment of this melody."

The monk announced, he hoped there wouldn't be any more distractions involved. He was a calm patient man... but he was still a human being. No amount of training could truly quench the rage of the Momochi which lived within.

-- NAME // Aizen Momochi

-- CLASS // E

-- TECHS USED // None.