[Event] The Empty Deserve No Empathy
Neliel
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Post by Neliel on Jan 5, 2013 22:02:11 GMT -5
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PROUD NOMAD OF THE PAST
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[/font] The spirits lingering around the area now had their opponents, several Quincy of power trained heavily to take down even taicho and espada. This merely meant it wasn't going to be easy, each Quincy wouldn't give up without dying first. Such is the Pride of the Quincy or more specifically, the last true remnant, the Order of the Fading Moon which Creed himself forged.
Bastian was the first to reach his target, and though blindfolded, his reishi awareness was not to be underestimated. He only truly felt challenged if he was placed at a disadvantage. Unbenounced to Crow, Bastian's uniform was weighted, a lining of weighted fabric around his ankles and wrists slowed him down considerably. As the man's exposed features remained in a sadistic smile, his fingers gripped the collar of his robes, slowly pulling it off, as the garment fluttered to the ground. Bastian's attire underneath consisted of a light material of a blinding white, clinging close to his frame. The fabric alone if it weren't for the weights would make him agile, but Bastian had adorned his outfit and armed himself to the teeth. While two Seele Schneider were in each hand, they had come from just one area of his body meant for holding weapons. Across Bastian's back, nearly fifteen more Seele Schneider were positioned diagonally, just within easy access to the Quincy. Four more lingered, two strapped to each thigh, as well as the inclusion of a multitude of shuriken, senbon, and kunai that were fashioned in a way similar to the Seele Schneider. The modified weaponry littered his body and only suggested one thing. Even blindfolded, Bastian was a dangerous individual. The deceitful grin on his face was evident of that. Without a single indication to his intention, Bastian soon flashed behind Crow, crouched as both Seele Schneiders carved upwards in an X formation, determined to not only test his opponent's girth, but also his resolve. The slice would not only test Crow, but would send the tree he was leaning against into nothing more than chopped pieces of firewood. But Bastian too had a plan. As his arms were now upwards, he prevented any countermeasure by rotating his wrists to bring the Seele Schneiders down in an arc like motion on either side of him, his wrists meeting at his back. This would only allow for Crow to attack from one position left unguarded, above his head.
No sooner had Bastian removed his apparel, did the one facing Masato. As soon as his garb was removed, Christoph's well chiseled chest remained bared outwards, a pair of white sweats being the only article of clothing Christoph chose to adorn. This was primarily due to Christoph's own philosophy. He needn't no armor nor any form of protection, his own confidence in his abilities were more than enough to get him by. Masato's taunts did nothing but encourage the individual.
"Beast, you say? I have faced many a beast before and have emerged victorious. I have fought both hollow and shinigami, but never both in a single being." Christoph's arms would cross in front of him as he surveyed the man. "Do not take me for a fool. It's nothing personal, our kind have been exterminating both hollows and shinigami alike for years. It's in our blood and heritage now. You were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. To underestimate your opponent is to accept death, or in your case, nonexistence." Pushing his arms back down, Christoph let a little grin form as more veins fluctuated within his neck with his anticipation. "Now, as opponents about to engage in combat, I do believe it's customary to give away our titles. My name is Christoph Eberstark and what is the name of the one I shall be facing?"
Next was Clemens, who had been facing the overly cocky and arrogant hollow Nero. The old man didn't much appreciate the arrogance of hollow, as it proved that they merely lacked the proper tools to behave as adults instead of spoiled children. Yet it was evident to him that the hollow severely underestimated him, a grave error on Nero's part. As soon as Nero had finished his little speech, several arrows had been nocked and shot towards Nero with the effect of neutralizing the hollow. Two to each elbow, one to the heart, one to the skull and two to the knee caps. While Nero dealt with the arrows, Clemens would take advantage of the opening, appearing a few meters behind Nero, his bow strung and nocked, ready for a second barrage. "Hollow have been our enemy since the beginning. They devour and destroy, we vanquish in order to protect the citizens living here. Such is the circle of existence. It is all I've known and in my advanced age, it is what I will do until my body erodes into dust. As the old saying goes, you can't teach a dog new tricks. But don't underestimate me as you have been, hollow. I've put down stronger than you, so your arrogance is misplaced."
However, Detlef's loud hearty laugh stood out prominently amidst the other noises around. His laugh was caused by something he had found humorous in Canaan's words. Running his hands through his hair, Detlef wasn't so easily swayed by a few pretty words.
"Haha, you're just like every other Hollow, boy!!!! Always trying to manipulate those around them into your little fingers. and toothpicks, that's a new one!!!!!! Well, let's hope your reflexes are as good as you claim them to be, otherwise I'll have another arrancar stuffed to decorate my fireplace. Come at me, boy!!! Let's see what you're made out of."
Canaan's Pesquisa Reading: Reiryoku: 260 Power: 230 Agility: 275 Affinity: 230
Meanwhile, Erich had been playing with the human James, though he was rather displeased at the man's reaction. "Balls drop? What balls, mister? Are they beach balls, basketballs or maybe even marbles? I hope they're marbles. I love marbles." Erich was by far the most innocent one out of them, and it clearly shown by his misunderstanding of james' comment. Grabbing onto James' clothing, he pulled on them irritatingly, his lower lip pouting as he looked up at the boy, his silver eyes pleading for some form of entertainment amidst the boy's efforts to shake him off. His eyes widening all of a sudden, he boldly declared, "I know, let's play Boom!!!!" As soon as the boy said the word, "Kraft" followed by the scattering of six tubes flying outward from the boy's robes, all at James.
A new shinigami had entered the fray as Beatrix looked towards the direction of the incoming reiatsu. Of course, she didn't need sensing as the man could be heard lumbering from miles away. Glancing briefly at Creed, she met his gaze and a simple nod from him was all she needed to go on. As Roarek would rise from his feet, a rain of arrows would rain down upon him as Beatrix appeared above him, her hood cast aside as her red hair fell to her shoulders, a compound bow aligned parallel with her arms as she fired the multitude of arrows. Her scan had revealed the shinigami to be of Taicho level, thus she decided Blauregen was an appropriate attack given the situation. Her emerald eyes remained sternly focused on the target, her lips crudely forming the words, "Just fucking die already, you clumsy bastard."
While the others were being occupied, Creed merely watched them as two others entered his sensory perception. Judging from one of the signatures, one was none other than a former brethren, a Quincy. The other was a Fullbringer, evident by his hollow and human reiryoku intertwined. while the Fullbringer seemed at a far enough distance to not be a significant threat, though the Quincy he had allowed to veer in closer just due to his curiosity at others of his own breed, even though they were traitors. Pressing up on his glasses, Creed's piercing gaze shot out at the Quincy inquiring of the prisoner laying still on the ground. Speaking solemnly and without even the slightest bit of emotion, he answered the man's question, though took care not to reveal any information on Alban. "This man is a runaway convict from Germany and is a traitor to the Order of The Fading Moon. He is infected and mentally unstable. I have been tasked with retrieving the man and overseeing his execution. do not stand in my way, Quincy, or I will have to kill you. This man's detainment takes precedent over even other Quincy. I have prepared for even the worst situation in order to retain him." As to prove his point, four more individuals appeared behind Creed. Unlike the others, these four were emotionless and remained unwavered. Each one possessed the slight appearance of an hilt partially exposed through their chest. Their faces were decayed and seemed to have long since died, though their bodies moved against their will. Creed had sought to master the forbidden rite of Klagegeist, and remained one of the few Quincy capable of performing such a vulgar act. The corpses in question had been previous mentors, friends and even family members which Creed had turned to use them long after they had been killed. "Any questions, Ryuunosuke Miyamoto, if that is the name you go by now?"
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Aiwass
Shinigami
Taicho Level Shinigami[M:60:320:180:40:]
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Post by Aiwass on Jan 6, 2013 2:20:09 GMT -5
Present Location: Outskirts of Chokokuji Temple Mood: Ecstatic
A large and robust woman approached the area with all of the spiritual energy screaming from it, rather quickly. Her replacement body, doing her chores for her at the moment while she fooled around. ''This is lovely, amazing, beautiful, but how do I avoid them...should I avoid them! This is a great feeling I'm having now!'' She said, as if pondering something, which would be a correct as if in this situation. What this woman, who is obviously Lucrezia, former member of the gotei 13, was thinking of avoiding was the Shinigami signatures she felt. It only lasted a moment, a real warrior didn't actively avoid former comrades was her next thought, instantly getting pumped up as she stopped and stomped the ground. The ground seemed to tremor a slight bit, as if this woman had moved the earth itself with her overpowering strength. She rose up her sword, still sheathed into the air as she let out a yell. ''No longer shall I wander aimless through the living!'' She said, before continuing her dash through the trees. What had given this woman so much energy...? It was a question which needed an answer, and if one were willing to flashback to 8 minutes and 33 seconds ago, could be answered.
8 minutes and 33 seconds ago Location: 1 mile away from Chokokuji Temple Mood: Bored Lucrezia walked along the street with a soft sigh, moving at a pace that allowed even a baby and their mother to go past them easily[This is assuming of course that the mother and child in question are not engaged in a race with another mother and child.] Today was a slow day, only one hollow had gotten in her way and it hadn't even been a quarter to gillian class. She hadn't needed anything besides her worthless blade. ''Maybe if I went back they'd try to use force on me...'' At this thought a devilish smile grew on her face, her pace increasing in excitement. Of course, she wasn't going to act out on this impulse, having been exiled as long as she has been and always wishing for fights made you often had these sort of fantasies. ''Smash them, gut them, break them. Oh gods, the sheer amount of carnage and blood, of clashing and shooting and screaming and dying...'' At this point Lucrezia had a pink blush on her cheeks, although this was less noticeable then her sharpened and razor like teeth. This place had become a hub of spiritual activity, so in response she had come here in search of more battles.
But then, just like that she experienced it. Reiatsu, strong reiatsu. There were three shinigami, and five hollows as well as...wait, that wasn't right. The hollow and shinigami energy she sensed seemed to be connected somehow. Lucrezia shrugged her uneasy feeling off, it immediately being replaced by something that was willing for a fight as she sensed the rest of the energy, making it more refined in her mind. She had to try her best to pick apart the reiatsu in the general vicinity of where all the signatures where. A little known thing about her being that she was actually somewhat well trained in the sensing of spiritual energies. How else would she be able to seek fights with people otherwise? But, going back to what was at hand and to prevent a flashback within a flashback, the thing that made her blood the most excited were the two signatures that had both human and hollow mixed in. She let out something from her mouth, a hard to identify sound but one that seemed close to pleasure.
''Finally, finally, someone I can fight.'' Her pace increased, heading towards where she felt the pressure. If there really were such powerful signatures all over the place, and they were opposing each other then she wouldn't have to look hard if she was unlucky and couldn't find the humans.''Will it bleed, will it win, will it lose?'' Her words became faster, and faster as she got more excited. ''Well, we'll find out two of these things.''
Present Location: Chokokuji Temple Mood: Ecstatic She had reached the area finally, and stopped a short ways away when she saw some sort of arrow rain go upon the area. What was this about? A fight, what used arrows again...she couldn't remember, it was so long ago that she had learned about other races. It began with a Q, she remembered that much at the very least, or maybe it was one of the shinigami using their shikai. Briefly, she wondered who it was that had taken her place when she had left, and what else had changed during her time gone from the gotei 13, but she ignored the feeling rather quickly, getting ready to battle. She held her sword in front of her,unsheathing it. ''Is this all I'll need...?'' She seemed to ask, before holding it forward. ''Maybe.'' Her grin went across her face once more as she spotted someone. A white haired man, even from here she could detect his spiritual energy being the one she was looking for. He was no shinigami, nor hollow. But he seemed to have at least some level of hollow power in him despite being a human.
The person in question[Who was most obviously the Fullbringer Shakan Reise] was moving back and cursing, "Damn it! Why am I always stumbling into these kinds of things like a retarded puppy!?" as if he didn't want to be here. So she hopped forward, through a tree. Her weight and power caused the tree to more or less explode loudly in response. What better way to try to get someone's attention then loud noises? She rose up her blade, holding it in only one hand as she landed in front of the remains of the tree she had tackled. Her eyes examined the area, it was crowded, but luckily her target seemed to have been mostly ignored. Several humans, two...no three other shinigami, or was it five...? She had the last count in her mind as she glanced up, seeing two floating people. They gave an odd vibe off towards her, but she shut it out. ''One sword...is more then sufficient...'' She said, continuing her excited grin. ''Challenger, prepare yourself. Memorize the name of the person who is going to defeat you! Lucrezia Iskander, the crazed conqueror, the mad titan!'' It was obvious at this point she was just trying to get his attention so she could fight him, but didn't really feel like attacking him while he was unaware.
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Post by Ryuunosuke Miyamoto on Jan 6, 2013 13:29:22 GMT -5
As Creed spoke the young Quincy was in the process of sounding out his power, it didn't look good for him to say the least. Even as a fellow Quincy this man seemed worlds apart from himself, he reminded Ryuunosuke of the first time he'd seen his father fight, but the fact that this incredible spiritual force was now arrayed against him made it all the more frightening. Still by something such as a power gap, even such as he was faced with now, he couldn't afford to be deterred. Much of what Creed had said had pretty much gone straight over his head, but his initial suspicion that this man was to receive no fair hearing had been more or less confirmed. No room to back down then, his Quincy Pride would not allow it of him. At the appearance of the other four Ryuunosuke averted his eyes upon realising their nature, screwing them up as if to deny the truth of what he'd seen, it was with a pained expression that he turned back towards Creed, raising his eyes to take a full sweep not only of him but the other four as well. One thing above all others stood out to him.
That protrusion in their chests looks like a Seele Schneider and if they've really been... then its likely that removing it would break whatever technique still animates their body. If only I'd had more with me than just my Cross, still, it will have to do. This man though, he speaks of infection, of corruption, but how far has he himself fallen? It bothered him too that he knew his name, that he implied likewise that he knew his other as well, if nothing else had made him aware then that would be more than enough for him to know Creed was dangerous. There was only one way in which another Quincy could know that name. His eyes had widened as Creed spoke his name, but now they narrowed as he looked upon his fellow Quincy.
Raising his hand from his pocket to reveal the rosary and Quincy Cross on his wrist, Ryuunosuke turned side on to Creed, his left hand towards him in a firing posture though he yet to form his bow. 'No questions,' he said simply, though his heart and mind were now aflame with inquiry his course was dead set. He paused after having adopted his stance, striving to still the trembling in his hands which had suddenly arose and stifle the chill which had just as quickly run up his spine. If Creed was so intent on becoming the judge and jury of this man then there was no choice in it for Ryuunosuke other than to oppose him. 'I've only this to say to you: “whatsoever you do unto the least of these, my brethren, you did so unto me.” Upon the Pride of the Quincy I will not allow you to kill this man.' In the same instant as he spoke his bow blazed into life in his hand while he drew back an arrow with his free hand. As he loosed his attack it split apart into two, the first arrow aimed at Creed himself while the second was aimed towards one of the creatures behind him, though that was not his target at all. He had no illusions about striking either with such a straightforward attack and his hope was that they would dodge, as his real target lay behind the four reanimated Quincy, the manacles which still restrained Alban were his true mark.
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James Orfo
Human
High Spec Human[M:120:30:30:100:]
I may not be a good man, but I am not cruel. Only human
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Post by James Orfo on Jan 7, 2013 20:23:00 GMT -5
James had looked on in confusion as the strange man for lack of a better term cratered in to the area, then watched as what looked like the head Quincies backup appeared beside him, and to top it all off there was this annoying rambling going on behind him as an earth shatteringly loud noise announced the arrival of yet another Shinigami. Finally when James looked behind him he heard the word boom and was confused, but the confusion was cleared up fairly quickly as the six silver projectiles hit him in the chest. The concussive blast shocked him as he flew off his feet throwing him threw the air a short way be for the hit the ground tumbling and sliding across the ground ending up some one hundred and twenty feet away. As he rolled onto his hands and knees his jacket had been torn to shreds and his shirt and pant were torn in places but still seemed fairly intact. Blue fire spread rapidly across his shoulders and back eating away his shirt and making him look like blue bonfire. The skin starting to redden from the heat as the fire became too hot for his body to stand. A blackish red liquid spread across his skin quickly covering his body bubbling and forming into armor as the flames slowly seemed to be swallowed by the dark metal. Looks pretty like this including the arm spikes. James would then stand up and begin a walking jog toward the boy that had angered him to such a degree while increasing his speed until he was running as fast as he could. Using Explosive Decompression on his feet to run faster.( basically mimicking Particle Burst using 10 Reiryoku every step totaling for 60 stored Reiryoku used " Oh your a right gobdaw. I gave you ya chance and ya blew it. NOW I'M GONNA HAVE TO TEACH YA A LEASSON" He would scream as he got close, using a quick Particle Burst to close the gap and threw a punch to the kids face with all his might using an Explosive Decompression punch using 167 stored Reiryoku used current Stats Reiryoku: 120 Power: 180 Agility: 180 Affinity: 250
-5 burn off 6 silver tubes/ +150 uses armor/ -150 Reiryoku, +150 to rest 115 arrows/ +230 6 Explosive Decompression steps/ -60 Reiryoku 1 Explosive Decompression punch/ -167
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Roarek Macullen
Shinigami
11th Division Captain[M:40:200:120:200:]
Strength in all things.
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Post by Roarek Macullen on Jan 7, 2013 22:45:39 GMT -5
OCC Note: I don't know what i'm up against as far as Beatirx, so if anything I do doesn't work, naturally everything that would have happened after, didn't
As Roarek stood and took in his bearings, doing his best to scan the environment around him, noting every little detail to memory before he was forced to make his move. While doing so he was interrupted as he felt a spike of spiritual pressure as many reishi arrows hissed through the air causing him to act. With great speed Roarek lifted his shield and fell to a knee, so to defend the entirety of his person as the arrows would strike against him, causing them to shatter and break against it, and as the last arrow would shatter he pushed off with his shield as he rose, making it appear as if it were simply a clumsy act of brutish force after putting so much strength behind his shield to stop the hail of arrows. However, in reality a swift, silent, and unseen force hurled its way towards the woman, with the intent of knocking her down, only getting stronger the farther it went.
Roarek though, did not wait to check if the woman was struck, he had more important things to take care of, those things being the two fleeing soulgobblers that ran from him, being ignored like that only made his blood boil, so much so that he was starting to enjoy the whole ordeal. As he turned towards the two Arrancar he yelled towards the woman in robes. "Can't, buseh." He said before he rushed through the air towards the Arrancar, and as he soared towards them he would also yell, "Also, nice pantehs yeh got thar, lass", he would shout with a chuckle and a lecherous smirk, knowing that would set her pants on fire, so to speak.
As Roarek soared towards the Arrancar his rage would build with the passing of time as he remembered the insult they gave to him, but alas something caught his attention, out of the corner of his sight, he bore witness to Creed's calling of the damned, such an act gave him pause. No one was allowed such power, especially no mortal man. How dare he tread upon the path of the almighty? With this new rage filling him has he quickly changed direction, not even reaching the Arrancar but before doing so he gave a frustrated roar, point accusingly towards the two mighty soul gobblers. "Yer lucky!" He would say before he rushed towards the powerful heathen, roaring and shouting curses at his blasphemous presence. "'Ow dare yeh. o' mortal man, t' tread so 'eanously upon tha path o' tha almighteh! Beh purged yeh 'eathen!" And with his words uttered he almost made his way towards the the vile scum who defiled the works of the almighty, only to again notice the ridiculousness of the world around him as he saw a massive woman, and what looked to be the likes of a Reaper no less, challenging a mortal to combat, and not just a mortal, but an unsuspecting one at that.
While Roarek could not abide by those who defile the works of the almighty, he could not restrain himself from ignoring that woman, a reaper so bold that she would forsake one of the most important of the few rules Reapers must honor and follow. Little to Roarek's knowledge though, that she was in reality a renegade and murderer. Roarek once again changed directions before he nor his soon to be opponents could be engaged nor engage themselves in combat. He with great haste planted his legs ten feet from the giant of a woman, taking pause at her stature. "O', yer a big'un" He uttered before remembering why he was there to begin with, though such a pause didn't last long as his anger took it's place once more. Roarek, then proceeded to reprimand the giant woman, again not knowing of her past. "'Ow dare yeh threaten a mortal! Jus' wut in tha 'ell were yeh thinkin'?! I should 'ave yeh bust'd back dowen t' grunt fer tha'! Yeh know we're to safeguard humaniteh, behsides, onleh a coward challenges those weaker than themselves, yeh should beh ashamed t' call yerself a warror, let aloene a Reaper." Roarek would scold the woman as he kept himself ready, still being fully aware of the environment around him and not much liking the vibes he was getting from the titanic woman before him, her blade looking ill kept, and her style sloppy,everything about her was in contradiction to that of a reaper, she was more like a savage soul gobbler, than anything else.
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Masato Arata Kanada
Visored
Rogue Visored[M:80:100:180:200:]
"A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness."
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Post by Masato Arata Kanada on Jan 8, 2013 1:28:54 GMT -5
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MAsato continued to keep a close eye on the man standing before him. The weird pulsing of his veins had Masato a bit preoccupied. He completely dismissed the arrancar's threats made toward him. Any sudden movements would force this battle into territory Masato wasn't willing to venture into just yet. The arrival of more individuals was unsettling as well. He sensed two more shinigami arrive on the scene both of which were very strong, about Captain level. Two captain level shinigami and Crow were a bad sign of things for a hollowfied shinigami fugitive. While he was confident that the Arrancar, humans, and quincy would have the trio busy, should for some reason they survive this ordeal his existence would be revealed to them all.
Masato didn't want that, more so he couldn't afford it. Knowledge that he still lived would draw them out to start looking for him. he cursed his own curiosity and the damned quincy. As usual the quincy were screwing things long laid plans that they were merely pawns in. Pawns acting as kings. Their ability to manipulate reishi had long sing deluded the quincy with delusions of granduere and this Cristoph was evidence of that.
Are you implying that I underestimated you? That wasn't the case at all. I was simply questioning your own capability to think for yourself and consider what kind of being you were ordered to face.
Masato slowly slid from the tree branch he was crouched upon landing on the ground just slightly beneath the treebranch so as to stand upon its shadow. His postering wasn't obvious as he didn't check his footing. He made sure his movements were slow and relaxed as if he was approaching a friend rather than an enemy. he wasn't looking to provoke this mountain of a man just yet though his movements were clearly in preparation for their coming battle. He was taking a risk in doing so but with Seishoku Yami at his side and ample cover and shadow he was confident in taking on Cristoph.
A man of honor Masato gave a slight bow to Cristoph acknowledging his introduction. I am Masato Arata Kanada, Cristoph Eberstark. While I have long since been relieved of duty, I would be honored to serve as your guide to the afterlife.
Masato delivered his threat cool and calm as if he was offering to take Cristoph on a tour. This man wasn't going to fall for his semantic trickery. he didn't like it but he was going to have to fight. His best bet would be to deal with him as quickly as possible with as little effort as possible. Releasing his zanpakuto would be a red flag for any shinigami present. He truly hated his current situation as it was a huge inconvenience. Then again so long as that loud mouth Captain kept up the racket he did, he may be able to go unnoticed. For now he was focused on the physically larger and more intimidating man that stood before him. While not dwarfing him Masato was puny compared to Cristoph. While confident Masato removed any delusions in his mind that he would be able to completely overwhelm this man with his own strength. He looked up at the man with a look of confident defiance.
As two men about to engage in battle, I have to tell you something Cristoph-san..... Just as you've never fought one of my kind before. I've never faced a quincy in battle either. I hope you provide a good example for my to reflect on in my future endeavors." Masato taunted as he brushed his ponytail over from his left shoulder to his back. He refused to make the first move and hoped his taunt would prompt Cristoph to take action.
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Crow
Shinigami
2nd Division 3rd Seat[M:40:80:120:100:]
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Post by Crow on Jan 8, 2013 9:32:33 GMT -5
Crow watched carefully. He was young, not stupid; he was eager, not rash. He remained right were he was until the last moment. Despite his enemies vanishing act, he knew not to panic. He couldn't quite follow his movements with his extra sensory abilities but that wasn't an issue considering the difference in their abilities. It was like the a star trying to track the moon. Eventually his light shined through the dark and in that window, Crow reacted. The sounds of cutting wood gave away his intentions. Rather than rolling forward though, Crow jumped up. As he moved up through the air he planted his feet on what remained of the once mighty tree's trunk and pushed off. Because he moved up to the uppermost part of the tree, it did not just go back, but rather it fell backwards. Quincy or not, Crow knew he was still only human and getting hit by a falling tree trunk would hurt. Of course Crow had little faith that it would actually land on him. If it did, then Crow was going back to bed. End of story.
The Shinigami moved through the air carefully. He jumped from tree to tree for a little while until eventually pushing off and soaring to the top of the temple. He stood there and could get a clearer picture of the view below. As an Onmitsukido member, he was to be ever-aware of his surroundings. He kept a mental tab on everyone's progress and rolled his eyes. Everyone talked too damn much. Punch someone already. Crow couldn't get a read on this guy's power, but he didn't need to. That little demonstration back there served as a good "in your face" wake up call: This is the real deal. Crow didn't know that he was weighted of course, but even so...the Quincy's speed was still at least a half league above Crow's own. He returned his eyes to the area where he last saw his enemy. He didn't expect him to be down for the count, or down at all for that matter. He waited at the top for him though. He still had not reached for his Zanpakuto.
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Nero Metora
Hollow/Arrancar
Cuarta Espada[M:150:130:120:170:]
I eat faces
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Post by Nero Metora on Jan 8, 2013 17:17:23 GMT -5
"As anticipated." Nero thought to himself as his eyes narrowed a bit when the Quincy released five arrows towards his position. A cero began to charge in his left hand as the distinct static sound of sonido could be heard, the Cuarta used it to move out of the way of the salvo of incoming arrows. He kept note of the Quincy's movements while this happened, feeling that he had just appeared behind him. "Too easily anticipated. This one has a plan up his sleeve." He continued to think as the old man spoke. He aimed his cero behind him from underneath his right armpit right at Clemens. "To be arrogant and to underestimate means to assume." Nero turned his head only enough to see the Quincy in his peripheral vision without actually looking directly at him.
A second cero began to charge in his right hand. "I do not deal in assumption..." Before Clemens shot his second barrage at Nero, the espada's left hand released the torrent of energy at it's intended target. "I deal in facts. And right now... you and your master are the most hollow here." It wasn't arrogance that the Quincy saw in Nero's words. It was fact, regardless of how Clemens himself seen it. Nero would not be distracted though. His second cero was ready to be fired the moment he needed it. But what Clemens wouldn't be able to see was that the moment Nero finished talking, he began to charge a 3rd cero in his now closed mouth, compressing the energy down into a small diameter, making it more powerful than normal. He had a plan of his own in the making.
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Shakan
Human
[M:70:70:70:80:]
Aint nothin "moody" about me wanting to fist your face!
Posts: 5
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Post by Shakan on Jan 8, 2013 18:28:51 GMT -5
While the battle had commenced, the Fullbringer Shakan had stopped his backpedaling to look at the combatants more closely. He had never seen Arrancar nor Visord nor Quincy and shinigami were a rarity in America. His curiosity had gotten the better of him as he looked on at the very different displays of power being brought to bear. "What the hell did I walk into?" He asked himself... he was used to dealing with regular hollow. Not this. This was bizarre to the newcomer. Then the tree behind him exploded, disrupting his concentration. "The.......fuck?" He exclaimed as he spun around and watched a gargantuan of a woman standing from the rubble of the poor innocent tree she mercilessly slayed with her bulk.
"Um...err.... uh...." Was all Shakan could muster out of his mouth as he looked her up and down. She was tall... but she was a looker! He had even forgotten about everything going on for a moment, his eyes fixated on a certain area on the woman. "Nice jugs- er... armor!" He said out loud to the woman. His mind though was already making fun of him though, slowly clapping at his own bumbling. "Way to go Casenova... way to freakin go..." He thought to himself as he caught her name... and..."Wait... challenger? I didn't challenge you! You're challenging me!" Poor Shakan was gritting his teeth, his hands slipping over the grips of his swords and preparing for this She-Hulk to come barrel-assing towards him when an equally loud scottsman landed in between them with a loud thud. He listened in for a moment. "A... reaper? Better not stick around for this." He thought to himself as he quickly turned back. "Hey, thanks Scotty! I owe you a pint!" He then looked around and saw a lone quincy boy taking on Creed and four..."Z-z-zombies!" Shakan was just confused at this point. It was like a bad mash-up of manga stories at this point but he gave up thinking about it. Instead, he used Bringer Light to get to the quincy boy.
He appeared beside Ryuunosuke moments later. "Hey kid! Looks like you could use some help!" Shakan at this point drew both of his blades and prepared for a battle. "Who the hell are these guys? And what the hell is going on here?!" He questioned the quincy while eyeing up Creed and the four zombies.
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Post by Vibora Hidara on Jan 8, 2013 23:20:34 GMT -5
That feel it was a very very bad feeling for young Vibora, that feeling was something he was working on ignoring. It was something he has to ignore if he hopes to remain in the land of the living and to keep out of prison. This feeling was something that was now around him day in and day out, he was now at a place were people with high spiritual awareness live, and with there awareness comes power, and with that power comes Viboras hunger. These kids didn't know it but them more he was around them the more he had to fight his own body from taking them down and eating them soul in all. This was something Vibora hated to do but his body loved, this action was the only thing that ever mad him feel even slightly full, or complete again. A feeling he had not had since the forming of the hole in his chest. A hole he kept hidden from all unless he was forced to use his powers. But this was now the life he was forced to live if he hopped to become part of the human world he had left all those years ago. A world full of humans he wanted to get to know but had to keep away from because he also wanted to eat them.
This life was going to be hard and lonely but it was one he would have to try to live if he ever hoped to be able to become friends like he had seen around, if he ever hoped to be what he thought of as a real boy. So he did this day in and day out mostly keeping to his room and only coming out to spend time developing his powers, something he hated to do cause that only made his hunger worse. But it was something he felt would also allow him to control his powers and in turn his hunger. Although to day was something a little bit different, today that feeling of hunger was something he could not control. For some reason today he could feel mass amounts of spiritual power, the kind of power that was tantalizing to his taste buds. Today there seemed to be a lot of activity in this world, activity that he was not prepared for as such he started to go a little crazy.
His mind reverted to that off a new hollow only interested in one thing, eating souls. But lucky for everyone around he lusted after particular souls those that seemed to be to be a little juicer then most, so he chased after those souls as fast as he could, rushing past everyone and anyone he had to, to get to this meal his body wanted. He was in such a state were he let out a few hollow bellows on his way that could be heard for miles. It took him no time at all to reach this buffet of soul, but when he did something took him out of the hunger induced autopilot. He felt a soul he had not felt in years, he felt the soul of his capture, or a least one like his. This was something he could not tell from a distance he could just tell that there was some powerful souls but up close was different. So using this sense he kept walking looking up for where that soul was or rather were the souls were. He know knowingly was walking into a fight, as he did he spotted the two espada up in the sky. Who are they? He thought as revered his gaze from the sky to spot the kid fighting a monster, a couple other younger guys looking to be facing off against older men dressed all in white. "What did I walk into?
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Aiwass
Shinigami
Taicho Level Shinigami[M:60:320:180:40:]
Posts: 2
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Post by Aiwass on Jan 10, 2013 2:08:05 GMT -5
Lucrezia was facing a problem, someone was trying to interupt her duel. This couldn't stand, not at all. She tapped her blade against her shoulder, a small clang echoing off from the force she applied. Light, yet still strong, swift yet still slow it looked like. ''Oh man, that pisses me off...'' She said, pausing for dramatic effect. ''People like you don't understand what a fight is all about.'' She tapped it against her shoulder again, the armor catching it once more to give her words more effect amidst the fighting and speaking. Her eyes had remained closed through this, as if listening for something...''Should I explain to you, or just get you out of the way...'' The ground underneath her foot cracked slightly, giving way to a few lines.
''A fight doesn't matter on the strengths of either opponent, the race, the age, the experience...You don't understand at all...'' Her crimson eyes opened, as if they were a raging fire. ''All that matters is the skill they wield, with either the blade or their body.'' Another tap, to accentuate what she was saying. A completely different persona from the loud mouthed brute who had broken through a tree. The reason was simple. She hadn't seen a shinigami in ages, and there was no better time to act cool then now.
In the next moment, she held her sword forward. ''Now, get out of my way. I've lowered my battling ability specifically to fight an opponent like this.'' She said, before showing her teeth, the sharklike teeth. ''Focus on the arrow people, that's what your here for right? I can't assume you were just passing through. We'll fight later.'' Calm as she was right now, she'd probably go back to her usual brutish behavior when she got to the actual fighting, when she got back into the mood. But for now....''You ruined the mood, by the way, maybe I should beat those people with the arrows up too to up the challenge....'' Her knees bent slightly, she had spent too much time speaking, so she prepared her next move depending on Roarek's answer and response. Her eyes switched, first on Shakan, then Creed, then Roarek. Decisions, decisions...
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Canaan
Hollow/Arrancar
Primera Espada[M:130:120:170:170:]
Posts: 15
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Post by Canaan on Jan 10, 2013 10:54:07 GMT -5
Canaan arched a brow at the male's words. His pinkie was digging in his ear as the Quincy spoke. His expression was one of general boredom. When the male was done he removed his finger, inspected his nail, and flicked some ear wax off said nail with a look of disgust. Body's were gross. He returned his eyes to the Quincy and shrugged. "Unless the judging for one's age changed, I'm pretty certain that I'm older than you. Wouldn't that make you the boy and I the adult? In which case, you should probably put your gun away before your hurt yourself." He looked the Quincy up and down. He was certainly a challenger in terms of raw power. He would give Canaan a run for his money. "On that note, I see zero reason why I should fight you. Because you killed a couple dozen or hundred Hollow? They were weak. If you didn't, I would have." A small smile graced Canaan's lips. "But I bet I would have had more fun with it." Looking around the area, Canaan saw many different colors. The Quincy in the area were, more or less, red with hatred. The younger Shinigami was blazing orange with curiosity and a hint of violet for excitement. Nero was, of course, grey. Dull, boring, and he lacked any sort of major emotion to the situation at hand. He then settled on a newcomer. Of course at this point there were several. Not one of them interested Canaan except for this one. A human...no, a Fullbringer. Hm...
He looked back to his enemy and placed his hand on his Zanpakuto but did not draw it. "See her down there." He pointed to the female Shinigami that was running her mouth quite obnoxiously. Ranting about battles or something, Canaan stopped listening when he assumed her to be of the 11th Division at some point. Obviously she wasn't with the Shinigami anymore or she wouldn't be dressed like that, and she wouldn't be welcomed as she was. "Would you object to switching target to her? I'll even give you hmm...half a dozen Arrancar?" He arched a brow. It was all in jest. Canaan just had a thing against 11th Division members. No particular reason except that they were the worst kind of cookie cutter Shinigami. Virtually every 11th Division member was the exact same. If she wanted to kill a couple Quincy that was fine with him. Maybe they'd kill her in the process. That would be nice...That Creed guy was monsterous. Looking at him, gave Canaan a headache. He wanted her to fight this lady Shinigami. Pluck her pretty little eyeballs out maybe? Of course Canaan couldn't see said eyeballs because well he only saw people in colors. His world was bleak and colorless as much as it was bright and vibrant. In a way it was like he lived in a world of sleeping beauties; void of life, of color, and yet shining with brilliance and information through the use of coloring.
He rubbed his temples for a moment. "Enough. Obviously you hunt Hollow for sport. I couldn't care less. Really. I couldn't. Let's just get this over with." He used his free hand to curl his index finger at the enemy, beckoning him to come. Their fight began.
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Roarek Macullen
Shinigami
11th Division Captain[M:40:200:120:200:]
Strength in all things.
Posts: 8
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Post by Roarek Macullen on Jan 10, 2013 20:09:05 GMT -5
Roarek waited and as the giant woman ranted, he studied her, her movements, mannerisms, posture, only half paying attention to the piles of crap spewing fourth from her mouth. Hell, she talked as much as a Captain, only Roarek's allowed to talk that much, or at least so he thought. While Roarek was studying her, he made sure to do so as subtle as possible as to not break her perception of him as a babbling loud fool, which in some cases is only half right. As she went on, Roarek waited for a pause and then proceeded to yelled at the top of his lungs, his eyes not breaking from hers as he called out. "Oi! Second Division runt!, I saw yeh when I was zooming aroun' like a bloodeh pin ball! Wut's the punishment fer insebordination, an' threatenin' t' assult a Captn' as well as assultin' said captn' an' attemptin' t' assult a human? Please tell meh et's decapitation, I want t' see 'er 'ead roll."It was near the time where she was ending her little disrespectful speach to Roarek, followed by possible demands, or what not that Roarek took his half hammer half axe like Shikai and in one hand conjured a little rune, placing it in an open slot in between the axe and hammer heads of the weapon, all while keeping his stance as ready as possible, and when he finished he casually rested the weapon against his shoulder. It was at the time the woman gave our brave Scotsmand his ultimatum of move, or fight, Roarek's response was predictable. "Alrigh' I'll beh 'onest, I onleh listen'd t' 'alf that, alrigh' maybeh a fourth o' wut yeh said, but I got t' saeh, yer a twit an' a loon. Yeh know nuthin' o' combat, nae wut a good figh' is, so no, I wont beh movin' aside so yeh kan go beat up on someone weaker than yerself, bugger off an' go 'ome an' take yer frustrations out on eh "toy" or come take a swing." Roarek grinned from ear to ear as he took a little pause. "An' show me this skill yeh 'ave wit' yer bodeh, an' i'll show yeh 'ow I wield meh blade."Current Stats. Reiryoku: 65 Power: 225 Agility: 165 Affinity: 225 Shikai + Agility rune.
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Neliel
Administrator
Site Founder[M:9001:9001:9001:9001:]
Nel used to be an Espada, but then she took an axe to the knee.
Posts: 173
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Post by Neliel on Jan 13, 2013 14:16:39 GMT -5
Henceforth, the thread will be split into four. The following threads are as follows:
Creed Lecanth vs. Shakan, Ryuunosuke & Vibora
Clemens & Detlef vs. Canaan & Nero
Bastian, Erich & Christoph vs. Crow, James & Masato
Roarek vs. Iskander The threads will be introduced within short intervals of one another, beginning with the humans. Roarek and Iskander may continue posting in the current thread, without worrying about the others. Anyone else wishing to join the event, PM my account.
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