Bleach RP [A new Age]

[shalkonon_original]

Seeing the people moving startled him. Flash stepping he made his way back to the room. Of course he eventually found out. Getting into his room again he pulled Themis up from his sheath and sat on his bed. Sitting cross legged Castro put his Zanpakuto across his lap and meditated. It was time he found if he was much stronger, or if he was mistaken. It was time for him to find if this was to be his new home or not. Castro was either going to hate this place surrounded by enemies or love it surrounded by friend or rather allies.

[A Dude Named Rage]

(can i post yet?)

[Shared Confusion]

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Vengance taken will often tear the heart and torment the concious.

But what if...

I have abandoned my concious and thrown away my heart?

Oº°‘¨☢Ijin³ Kuromustu☢¨‘°ºO
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The Devils Dark Six
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A breath. Searing pain. The white hot blade or a scalpel cutting into his skin. A droning sound of the small mechanical device that left an itching feeling and a black mess on his skin. -- The lettering was difficult to see and he wasnt sure of the amount here was either. What with the bright light that shone down on him. His eye sight was getting better. How long had it been since these... Things! Began to work on him. How could he had let himself be captured by suck scum... Was he really that weak? A paralyzing fear rippled over the males body. He didnt have any spiritual pressure. His essence and very being seemed to have faded away through time. Why haddent he noticed this before? Suck a radical change... Maybe he was never truly awake until now. The drugs they had been using were fading away. An iron mask was fastened over his mouth with a pattern not unlike the jagged teeth of a shark. He remembered faintly of it being fastened onto him when he began screaming not too long ago. A nightmare maybe? He could not remember. White tumbled from his head as it slumped forwards. The man, presumably, whom had been tattooing him paused and began to wipe his needle, he had finished and was now gazing up at the weak eyes of the test subject. Standing, he pulled yet another needle... No a syringe, from his coat pocket and began to slowly move it towards his exposed flesh.

The needle seemed to travel for hours until it finally pierced his skin and the liquid was pushed into his body. The man in the coat began to walk back to the other side of the room. He disappeared into a haze... Maybe the lights ceased to be so bright over there? Many voices fluttered into his ears. 'The serum should be taking effect any minute now...' One muttered tone said. Another responded that it was just a test and survival wasnt going to be possible for such a weakling. They were discussing how annoying his Spiritual Pressure had been so they had cut it off. This serum was for him to regain his powers and to gain complete consciousness.

The discussion only got so far before the subject began to cry out in pain. Tears rolled from his eyes. His body began to tremble and another yell was let loose. So twisted and pain filled as it echoed around the room and hallways. An immense blast of spiritual pressure left his body screaming as loud as he was. The sounds in the room were deafening. He clenched his hands into tight fists... They didnt seem like his anymore... He grit his teeth and began to exert force towards the center of his body by pulling his arms inwards. Tearing the leather that bond him to his upturned table. They gave way as did the ones at his feet. Stumbling forwards, wires and other medical objects dislocated from his body, sending more pain into the poor man who knelt on the floor, clutching his head in agony. Blood slowly flowed from the small incisions on his back and arms. A cut on his should began to close itself. The flesh stitching itself together. From between the gaps in his fingers, he stared up at the scientists. The looked stunned and amazing let out a small cheer. Bragging about how they would receive a promotion for sure from their efforts. Hatred flowed into his now deep and vibrant eyes. These men would pay... Placing a single hand in front of himself, he was shocked to find that in the reflection from the floor, he could see a bone like structure run beneath the tattoo on his left cheek and connect to his hair like with ridges above his brow in almost the same shape as the tattoo he bore. Fear filled him as he gaze at himself. He didnt want to prove to himself that this was all real by toughing his face. 'Ijin Kuromutsu... Who would have thought...' One of the men cooed. "You'll all pay!" Ijin screamed at the top of his lungs. The sound tore from his throat with that much force blood began to slowly drip from his mouth. These monsters were going to get it for what they had done to him! They all would! Leaping forwards, he was astonished to find that he crossed the room in one motion and had plunged his fist through one of the scientists. The rest soon found the same end, one even pulled a sword on him that looked much like a zanpakuto... Maybe it was.

Ten minutes passed by slowly. He had confirmed he was now an arrancar. He had a hollows hole just bellow his neck and at the top of his chest and he had mask... How did this happen... So much power... So much... His thought left him as he turned to see the handle on the door beside him turn. A muffle voiced said it was locked and something else about the commotion he must have heard inside. Ijin couldnt make out what he had said. Sighing, Ijin took a pair of white lab clothing and pulled them on along with some tight black boots that were left under a desk. Catching his reflection in the steel door a thought ran through his head. 'I really am an Arrancar...' The thought made his stomach churn... He had been a shingami and now was the very thing he wished to destroy. What a horrible fate... Placing a hand on the doors handle, it turned, easily as he pushed it open slowly and timidly.
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[DemonWingedPoetGirl]

{}~Arranchar #86~{}
{}~Emerald The Ouincy~{}
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She remembered the pain, the white hot searing pain, but nothing beyond it. Still down on the floor she stayed down the floor her whole body just felt heavy placing her palm to her forehead she laid back on the floor trying to think. now that the man everyone told her was her master.
The fighting spirit within her not sue what to do with this situation with this harsh reality.

[Zer0-Tw0]

Uulyn Tiramai

Uulyn crashed through the ceiling of the Palace, landing at the balcony once more and cratering the marble where he landed. King walked out of the doorway as if nothing had happened. The recruit struggled to sit up, but managed to lean against the rail. "I will protect all of those I can with my life. Nothing you can do could change that."
King walked briskly over to the soul reaper and lifted him by his collar. Uulyn's feet dangled above the ground... "You really think it is worth it to get yourselves killed to let weaklings live!?" He said with a sneer, then turned and hurled Tiramai over his shoulder and straight into a column that stood next to the doorway. He didn't break through it, but he did seem to knock out a large chunk. King started to walk towards the shinigami again. "Its Survival of the Fittest, Tiramai. If those weaklings couldn't protect themselves, then they don't deserve to live."
He struggled to a sitting position once more. "I...I can't..." He muttered. He wasn't sure what to think...It was all so overwhelming. He was being beat around inside his own mind, and he could do nothing about it while this maniac kept speaking.
"Quiet!" he interrupted, kicking Uulyn across the floor and into the bed that the stony Baron laid in. King still walked towards his vessel. He stopped right next to him, looking down on him as though he were nothing. "You are a weakling, just as they are. You waste your energy trying to gain these feelings of satisfaction by 'saving' someone, when really you are dishonoring them by making them appear weak in battle. Its pathetic, for the both of you. If you let them die, not only do they die honorably, but they would be replaced by a stronger comrade, and that one by an even stronger one. Live for the fight and fight for your life, not live for your friends and fight for their lives. As before, if they can't live on their own, then they aren't even worth the air they breathe."
Uulyn was at his whit's end by now. He didn't know what to think. This wasn't the relaxing trip he had hoped for... He didn't even know what to say...
King sighed, grabbing the Soul Reaper by the collar once more, but dragging him along the floor instead of lifting him. He drug him out to the balcony, right next to the railing. "Until you learn this lesson, you can not use the power I'm offering you."
With that statement, he lifted the limp shinigami, and held him over the railing and the almost bottomless fall. He just stared at Uulyn for a long while with a expression of disgust, then simply let go of him. The shinigami fell from him quickly, but the King got in a few final words. "Protect yourself, Tiramai, and no other. There are great trials ahead."
Uulyn Tiramai fell through the clouds, watching the derelict Palace as it grew smaller, and smaller. Right when it was the size of a quarter, it disappeared as he fell through the layer of clouds. He turned himself around in mid-air, no longer feeling the rush he got from the wind. He saw the Soul Society, unsure if it was even worth staying at. If what King said was true, then all the people he thought of as comrades were... weak, and not worth his energy. His thoughts and feelings were in turmoil now as he fought himself for a resolution to this mental dilemma. He wasn't looking, but he landed in his body once again.
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Uulyn opened his eyes. He was still sitting in bed, though it had been an hour or more. He stood up, stretching the stiffness from his muscles. He sat back down, unsure of what to do next.

[Zer0-Tw0]

Uulyn Tiramai

Uulyn looked at his blade--At least, he thought it was his. It just didn't feel the same now. More than likely, he would be able to summon his Shikai still, but the name would have to go away... As it wasn't Danshakisukai anymore. That wasn't his true soul.

He got up, grabbing the odd blade and belting it. The soul reaper walked outside lazily, then flash-stepped to the training grounds. He would figure out how far he could go now.

He trudged out to the middle of the grounds, kicking up clouds of dust. He took a stance, facing a few boulders and trees that lined the area to use as target practice if he needed it.
"Pierce the skies." He whispered, knowing that the Shikai would still form. It did, his normal blade disappearing in a billow of smoke. As it cleared, the same silver lance graced his hands. It felt different though, as if it were meant to kill now, instead of protect. It was the King's influence...

He channeled as much energy as he could into the blade, hoping to reach a peak so he could find his limit. He didn't achieve this, as it seemed the weapon could contain more energy than he could let out. Once again the King's influence.

Uulyn sighed, then let his Shikai disappear. The lance cracked along its length, then broke apart, revealing the ordinary zanpakuto beneath. The previous shards of his weapon turned to dust and blew away in the wind. He couldn't just train to reach his Bankai.
He had to learn the lesson that the King put forth to him, though he didn't really want to.

He stood in the middle of the grounds, staring at nothing as he thought over his meeting with his zanpakuto soul.

[DemonWingedPoetGirl]

{}~Arranchar #86~{}
{}~Emerald The Ouincy~{}
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"i just wish i could remember if i made the choice or not." she said with a kind of worried smile takeing his hand and rising to her feet carefully.
"something just doesn't feel right inside . . .or do you feel that way too is it just part of this change that everyone feels." she aid looking for him to say yes it was normal and it would pass soon she would be a good little arranchar and everything would be fine.

[Pinkwarlock]

Nameless started to hum to himself. They're conversation held no more interest. He began to hum and think...

So many thoughts, so much understanding was flooding into him by the minute.

The foreign memories we're colliding with his own soul. Nickolai.... who were you? what happened to you? Why am i here instead of you.

Nameless barely noticed the girl still sleeping on the bed. He just hummed to himself, and thought.

"This needs a better melody..." Nameless wished for a Violin....

Lights appeared around his hand, like fireflies swarming. They gathered to one point, and created a white wood Violin, with a black haft and strings.

The Violin was solid, but made of Light. Nameless smiled, and started to Play the Violin instead of Humming.

It soothed him, and allowed him to think clearly.

He was pure, and his possibilities were infinite. If only he had a name.....

[Pinkwarlock]

[[Seireitei post]]

A voice, as if on a loud speaker, could be heard throughout the area.

"Central 46 has come to its first Verdict based on the trial of Former Grand Captain Sasaki."

The voice cleared his throat. "Konomeh Sasaki has been found guilty of treason against the Soul Society, and has been found guilty of breaking numerous laws. Hus sentence is to be carried out immediately. "

"The sentence is total arrest of all powers, stripping of rank, and execution by the recently unsealed Sokioqu. All captains and Vice Captains are called to Sokioqu hill to witness the Execution."

The voice switched to other matters, "From here on out, the Seireitei is rebuilding the 13 court Guard squads, the current five squad system has been broken and disposed of. You will all receive new posts, and the squads without captains will be led by central 46 until Captain requirements have been met."

The voice cleared his throat again, "A replacement for the position of grand Captain is pending, and a replacement is being chosen as we speak. Until a New Grand Captain is chosen, all Shinigami are to stay within The seireitei, and all Shinigami on missions are being recalled.That is all"

[Pinkwarlock]

Hollow walked forward again, back to the lab, "My, this is a very eventful day."

He walked down the hall, and noticed an awake test subject and the dead near arrancar scientists on the ground, "And I just cleaned the place."

Hollow looked to the Arrancar, "My, My.... you're ahead of Schedule... Oh well. Do you have a name or are you swiped clean like the others?"

Hollow smirked at The new Arrancar, another fresh New Born, at this rate Nameless should have an army by the end of the week. "That would be fun to watch."

[xImagineL0ve]

Luri took her time as she came into the Seireitei. She was a new recruit and didn't really understand what exactly was going on. She only understood the part of the arrancars. a soft chuckle came off her lips.Myy.. This seems of my somewhat relation of blood. Keeping her calm smile, with a relaxed tone she calmly looked over the edges of where she was. her soft gray hair blew in the air as so happen.

[Zer0-Tw0]

Uulyn Tiramai

Uulyn's thoughts were broken by the loud voice. The Grand Captain was found guilty of treason, was being executed, and will be replaced. The 13 court guard squads were being rebuilt as well. He wondered which one he would be assigned to. More than likely it would be Squad 2, the original stealth division that had been, until now, Squad 5. Maybe they will think he is more suited to something else though...

He sighed. Things were changing dramatically now. His soul was changing, as was his home. He flash-stepped to a tall building, and looked down on everything.

No one was to leave the Seireitei, and all the Soul Reapers on missions were to return. 'This place is finally going to be a bit more crowded,' he thought. This was instantly true, as he spotted unfamiliar people walking around...

Uulyn looked up at Sokioqu Hill, which was near the center of the complex. A great structure towered from its end. It was the execution area. He was a bit interested in how it worked, as he had only read about it recorded history. He took a small hop off the edge of the building, landing heavily on the tiled floor in front of a girl.

((I mean Luri. Need to get some interaction going on this side.))