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Kusaka wondered if Sylvia was still sore over the events of that day, but if she was, it wasn't going to stop him from speaking to her. Kusaka was just too curious about Sylvia's presence here, and he finally saw a chance to speak with her in private, away from all the nosy bastards they both associated with.

"You don't actually buy any of the garbage that old man is selling, do you?" Kusaka pointedly asks as he reveals his presence, stepping out from behind a tree here in a lightly forested area near the estate of the very man he was referring to, Jin Kariya.

Jin is quiet at first, only holding a hand up to signal the man who stood guard near the doorway-- the hooded ex Shinigami, Maki Ichinose--to bring him something. What Jin is then handed, is a pack of cigarettes, and after silently dismissing Ichinose back to their position, he peels open the pack and begins loosening one of the nicotine-laden cylinders within.

"That does sound like your mother, in many respects," Jin smoothly replies, while fixing the now loosed cigarette to his lips, "not that I fault you for embracing those 'lessons', I applaud it actually," how couldn't Jin applaud it, lying, cheating, stealing, and similar acts were things he was guilty of countless times throughout his life, and would definitely be guilty of in the future, "honor is often one of many things that will assure you defeat or death in this world of ours."

Jin, producing that silver, symbol encrusted lighter Sylvia would have seen before, then sparks from it a flame that wasn't unlike the fire raging in the nearby fireplace, only on a much smaller scale.

"I've seen you working a few of those lessons on individuals within our alliance," Jin moves the tip of his cigarette into the lighter's flame, smoke immediately pluming forth, "you may not be the temptress your mother was at times, but you're quite the deceiver still, with how easily you have wrapped a select few around your fingers."

Jin, while drawing in smoke from his cigarette and then blowing it out to his left, peers at Sylvia, his crimson eyes giving back the light of the fireplace like coals.

"Again, I'm not faulting you, or judging, at the end of the day I frankly don't care what you get into with others in our alliance. How you seek to use people or string them along is your business and their folly, if they are foolish enough to be caught in any webs you weave."

Jin smirks, and moves the cigarette away from his face, clutching it betwixt his fingers, before adding, with a bit of menace, "there's an exception, however, that I want to make clear; a line in the sand, if you will."

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     "Rrgh! That’s enough!”

Here they were, Rudbornn and Sylvia, in the World of the Living, Karakura Town, having slipped through a small while ago via a Garganta that Rudbornn had created. The second Rudbornn stepped out, he was on guard, half expecting Sylvia's father to be there waiting for her, but there were only clusters of normal Humans in celebration on the streets here, it seemed.

❛ That is but one of many quirks that come with being Alive, my brother. ❜

Both statements were but baseless jabs at each other; Frieza hadn’t been dead long enough for any meaningful aging to have occurred if he were Living, and Cooler had simply stopped aging roughly a few months after Frieza’s first defeat. But that vague animosity known as ‘Status Quo’ was to be maintained.