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 Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 6:17 pm
Like every other room in Los Noches, Torrik's room is spacious and clad in gray scale colors. The walls are white while the shiny marble floor is black. His bed, being modest in size, is neatly made with black linen and bed spread. There is also a black leather couch and table in the center of the room. Natural light flows into the room through two large windows that leads to a balcony outside. Since he only thing he really uses his room for is peace and quiet and to sleep, there is nothing else he really needs to make himself at home.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 8:03 pm
Letting out a sigh, Torrik paced impatiently in front of one of the windows of his room. This place was empty and relatively quiet- just the way Torrik preferred it. As of now, he was doing quite a lot of thinking. Since he evolved into a numero rank espada, he still hadn't been assigned any tasks by Lord Aizen. Perhaps the man was waiting for other soldiers to be born. Surely Souske Aizen was intelligent enough to build a competent army before sending them off to battle. Still though.. Torrik was almost getting bored.
There was this also matter that tugged at his curiosity. Since his evolution in the desert of Hueco Mundo, he hadn't seen nor heard from the nameless arrancar who helped him. Was the "Vasto Lorde" even a member of Aizen's army? Did he help him out of kindness? Torrik highly doubted this- considering that such a thing coming from a fellow damned soul seemed ludicrous. It would have been nice just to forget about it but the pain that still dwelled in his throat reminded him of it constantly.
Pausing for a moment, Torrik made a glance out the window. One thing that truly confused him about this new fortress was the sky. It was as if this whole entire thing was an illusion. The white dome roofs of Los Noches glistened brightly against the light, making Torrik squint as he gazed around. The skys of Huco Mundo were that of the night... why was it day here? It had been so long since Torrik had seen the day. This "luxurious" roof over his head just didn't feel like home... Not yet anyway.
Letting out another sigh, Torrik closed the black curtains, and turned away from the window. Glad that the room was now shrouded with the darkness he was used to, his white sandals made a dull "tmp" that echoed against the stone walls as he strode over to his bed. It had been days since he slept, for his restlessness was keeping him awake. He fell back on his comforter and rested his arms across his stomach. Staring at the pale white ceiling, he continued to think until his brown eyes finally closed and he drifted off to sleep.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 11:05 am
An sinister feeling suddenly formed around the room where the arrancar Torrik laid on his bed asleep which would on a normal occasion instantly wake up the arrancar which laid on the bed.A few moments later a figure stood on the outside of the door simply raising his left arm slowly and tapping the door which stood before him instantly smashing the door in as the figure moved towards the arrancar Torriks bed at and blinding speed jumping up into the air.
"Wake up you worm!"A voice boomed from above the arrancar Torrik's bed as the figure now came crashing down with his feet attempting to land untop of the arrancar's chest crushing the entire bed and the floor which was beneath it which would result on both of them dropping into the 10th floor of las noches.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 11:15 am
Torrik's brown eyes shot open the instant that loud crashing of his door being smashed open reached his ears. Before hie knew it, a familiar face was on top of him, crushing his ribs. Had it been anyone else, Torrik would have seriously been pissed off. Though his eyes were widened a bit more than usual, he had an eyebrow raised and still appeared calm. The sound of the other arrancar's obnoxious voice was still echoing in his ears. It hurt a bit, considering that Torrik's ears were a lot larger than most.
He stared into the face of the other arrancar for a moment wondering What the hell are you doing here? when another sound met his ears. It was the unmistakable sound of his bed giving way due to the force of Triox's jump. Before he knew it, the bed gave away and busted in half along with the floor underneath.
Well this sucks...
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 12:03 pm
As the ground beneath them started to crack the arrancar jumped up into the air once more adding more forcing which forced the ground to collapse and letting Torrik fall down through the hole which was created by the arrancars attack.
"Sleeping..while you should be training?"The arrancar the put himself in an inverted position placing his feet on the ceiling's surface and going into an crouching position readying himself to launch himself downwards towards the arrancar Torrik which was still air born due to him falling through the ground."Now let's see the fruits of your training."The arrancar moved both his arm's backwards touching the ceiling surface as he launched himself towards Torrik at an blurring speed.
As the arrancar came closer to Torrik he suddenly faded into an afterimage re appearing behind the falling Torrik. An negative orb of energy started to form around the two airborne arrancar,The arrancar then attempting to send his right elbow and his left palm into Torrik's spinal cord with his favorite technique.
"Soul.."
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 12:27 pm
As he painfully received the attack in his spine, Torrik quickly realized that he had involuntarily found himself a trainer. Thinking of what stroke of luck this was- especially to have it be someone he knew. Though the circumstances were against his favor, Torrik wasn't at all bothered by the prattling of this other arrancar. The moment he set foot here, he was expecting to be treated like crap by those who outranked him. That was the way Hueco Mundo was... He was always used to it.
Letting out a gasp from the odd, painful sensation that flowed down his spine and throughout his body, Torrik could hardly move from the spirit pressure. He was wide awake and alert now due to the adrenaline pumping through him like a wildfire. Torrik didn't really mind the pain for he knew that he could benefit from it but at the same time still hated how it felt.
Attempting a retaliation as the two of them continued to fall, Torrik tried to flip backward and aimed his foot for the Arrancar's chin. The pain in his back began to double itself as he moved but if he gave up now then he may as well just lay down and die.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 1:10 pm
The arrancar just watched as Torrik's foot now moved towards the arrancars chin and smiled a bit as the hit connected sending the arrancar down crashing into the ground with such force it started to crack underneath him which was a sign of the ground giving in to the pressure."Not bad."The arrancar then placed his hand on the ground and then slowly stood up dusting of some dust from his clothing before he looked upwards towards Torriks location slightly going into an crouching position pulling back his arms"I'll have to use that technique I guess"He said as the reiatsu floating around in the air started to focus around his body."Soul.."The ground underneath his started to crumble as the concentration of reiatsu began to grow which also affected the walls forcing the substance of the wall to cracking as wel.
The arrancar transferred the negative reiatsu into his right elbow and his left palm attempting to use the 'Soul Distortion' Technique on his opponent which would damage his nervous system resulting in immense pain,fatigue and confusion if hit correctly with enough reiatsu ."Dis-"The arrancar then launched himself up into the air again towards the arrancar Torrik attempting to send another attack into Torrik's ribs using the 'Soul distortion' Technique.
"-Tortion!"
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 2:13 pm
Everything happened so fast that Torrik didn't even know if he landed his hit or not. The moment he landed, the floor underneath them began to crack once more as the spirit energy rose. His brown eyes widening as the arrancar's fist made contact with his stomach, Torrik's mouth opened to let out a stream of blood before he was thrown backward by the force. He should have known that the speed of the other, more powerful arrancar was far superior to his own. Dodging the attack would have been nearly impossible and blocking it would have ended with the same results. Nonetheless, Torrik was a bit screwed here.
Despite the painful sensation that was now flowing through ever once of his body, only one thing was going through his mind at this point.
What the hell is he trying to do!? Kill me?
Torrik somewhat doubted this, considering the other arrancar could have easily took him out by now. Perhaps he was out to torture him instead. That would have been more satisfactory in Torrik's mind.
Landing on his hands and knees, the lesser arrancar coughed a bit. He could no longer hold in the liquid that began filling up his stomach. There was also an odd tender area near the bottom of his chest- informing him that some of his ribs were broken. It would be a while before that internal wound healed. He'd just have to cope until this was over. He had no other choice in the matter. Wiping some of the blood away from the corner of his mouth with his shaky wrist, he glanced up at the other arrancer as he stood back up on both feet. As he began to move a bit more, his body began to tingle- more so in the areas that he was using at that moment. It tickled a bit yet it stung even more. It gave off the sensation that he was being pricked by hundreds of sharp needles.
I have to retaliate... what will be the point if I can't move? This is my fault and my problem... I should at least try to do something about it.
Gasping a bit, he reached for the unused black bladed saber that was tied to his side. Since he evolved into what he was now, Torrik hadn't found a need for the weapon yet. Since it was a blade, it was really all he had at the moment since his own body was too weak to deal any damage to the other arrancar. He reached down, tore it away from his hip and pointed it outward at the other creature- ready to fight back.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 12:30 pm
The arrancar Triox Azamura landed on left foot first before he placed his right foot on the ground looking at the other arrancar torrik landing on both hands and feet in order to break his fall,The arrancar Triox's face expression then suddenly became more serious as he moved his left leg backwards a few inches and then benden both of his legs slightly crouching and moving his right arm behind him and his left arm infront of him stretching out his fingers as he was now preparing his fighting stance now that he had seen that The arrancar torri had decided to become serious the arrancar Triox reiatsu increased slightly causing cracks to form in the ground on which they stood.
The arrancar Triox looked at the ground for a slight second even though he couldn't see he could sense that the ground they stood on started to become weaker so he was just going to wait untill the ground collapsed under the weight of the spirritual pressure which would be like a start off sign to continue their sparring match.
A few moments later precisely as the arrancar had predicted the ground gave in to the weight and collapsed underneath them which would resulting in the sinking down a level of height now going to drop in a larger hall the arrancar Triox just stayed in the same battle stance as they fell down into the hall."Begin."The arrancar Triox then suddenly disappeared from sight for a moment as a glowing light was seen from the right of Torriks position which glowed brightly now."Innocence.."Feathers started to swarm insed the room attempting to move into Torricks location attempting to swarm around him in a dome/prison like motion wanting to lock him in his position.
[[Sorry for taking so long,I had writers block and I couldn't think straight anymore sweatdrop .]]
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 9:17 am
Feeling how unfortunate this was turning out, Torrik began to notice that the raise in the other arrancar's spirit energy was once again breaking the floor. Unable to really understand what kind of intent was behind this, he followed through and took on a defensive stance, readying himself for whatever happened next. He was having some difficulty reading this other arrancar's moves due to the dizzying pressure that suddenly filled the area. The wounds he had obtained earlier were beginning to feel a bit mediated from the pressure. Unfortunately, his striving lungs couldn't say the same.
Making sure to keep the weapon held tightly in his fist, he allowed himself to drop again as the floor beneath them finally gave way. Landing at a crouch, he had his own blade pointed away from him as to not accidentally cut himself upon impact. The next thing he knew there was a light around him. It was nearly blinding yet he did not bother shielding his eyes. There was no point in defense when the warrior's best sense was inoperable. Torrik had naturally keen eyesight and was able to see for quite a distance through all elements. Though this light surrounding him was incredibly bright, he could somewhat make out and sense something else moving in around him. It didn't take him too long to realize that they were feathers.
Having this feeling that they weren't the soft fuzzy kind, he was not about to take this lightly at all. Especially since there were so many. His brown eyes narrowed as he stood back up, carefully watching the array of plumes head in his direction. He knew that there was no choice in what he had to do next. He was going two ward them off to the best of his ability.
Raising his weapon, he firmly planted the toes of his right foot against the floor, readying himself to counter. Once he was sure that his position was correct, he pushed off with all the strength of his right leg. Dust and other floor matter burst outward from under his heel as the rest of him was thrust forward. This sudden burst of speed was somewhat a surprise to him considering he never really knew how fast he truly was. He wasn't going to allow his amazement to distract him though.
Targeting the cluster, he held the blade at his side with both hands. The moment he neared them, he thrust it diagonally outward to his left. Then in one quick motion, he removed his left hand and swung the blade to the right in his attempt to slice through the feathers and hopefully find his assailant on the other side..
((Word...))
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 6:43 am
Aizen had only accepted this new Arrancar a few weeks ago and already she knew that she was much stronger than many of the other soldiers. She didn’t realize that the other soldiers where made up of both Gillian and Adjuchas. As she slowly walked the housing corridors of the housing district she could feel a surprising amount of spiritual pressure. As it built up more and more she lazily lifted her head in the direction of the building, and could see the smoke billowing from the windows of several different stories. A fire? Her vision peer within the windows and seen giant holes in each floor until they where in a larger room. A man was propelling himself towards a large cloud of blades while the other… controlled the blades?
Her head bowed yet again and figured that the one that was meagerly attempting to destroy the cloud of death was the weaker one and was doing all that he could just to survive. Her motherly instincts kicked in immediately. Building up her own spiritual pressure he blurring towards the building, her long jacket flapped behind her as a trail of dust follower her form towards the building. As she neared she drew her blade and pointed it towards the building. Within meters she seemed to blur in spot as her spiritual pressure alone became deafening. Her gentle female tone snapped through the sound of her own crushing spiritual pressure, ”Release…” Within moments her weapon faded away and bursting through in final release.
As the debris clattered across the marble floor a deep alligator like snarl echoed off of the wall finishing with loud metal against metal rattling sound. Her long tail swept the air behind her aiding the direction of her spiritual pressure to bring the dust down around her.
The dust settled within a second and she glared from behind her eyeless mask towards the creature that was attacking the other. Her extended arms and legs flexed as she repositioned herself from all fours to her hind legs. As this other creature, she too was Vasto Lord… Letting out an intimidating roar she blurred through the air towards the creature, as she neared the creature she quickly shifted her attack to behind the creature. It was only a mater of seconds as she disappeared and reappeared behind arrancar. She stood on the air several meters away from him and again her soft voice broke through the spiritual pressure of both beings, ”Aizen… did not order your attack on this creature…” after her soft voice stopped a deep clattering growl emitted from behind her mask…
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 1:15 pm
The feathers which were swirling around the Vasto lorde named Torrik were cut in half by the Vasto lorde and then slowly fell to the ground fading away just seconds after they would touch the ground even the feathers which weren't hit by Torriks sword fell to the ground and faded as well,it was then that an unknown Vasto lorde in it's released form busted into the large room through the wall sending the debris all over the floor and moved across the wall before launching itself towards the Vasto lorde which levitated in mid air."Tch.."he then moved his body now standing straight on thin air a wall of feathers moved in front of him slowly bending around the incoming creature which would block and trap the incoming creature but then the creature suddenly disappeared from it's location evading the dome of feathers which now disappeared just like a few moments ago.
The arrancar wasn't surprised by the creature's speed,she was an Vasto lorde afterall."Nor did he order you to interfere."The vasto lorde said as he slightly turned his head and looked into the creature location just before she actually got there as he dropped his both arms to his side's a it interrested in the creature that had appeared before him which seemed to e a child underneat the mask that hid her humanoid appearance."And you are?"The arrancar asked still looking at the creature but at the same time lifting his right hand stretching his index finger and aiming it into the arrancars torriks location.
Slowly energy particles started to gather inches away from the Vasto lorde's finger tip concentrating into a small ball of red energy which could be identified as a Bala blast,but since the vasto lorde Triox Azamura had been training for a long time his Bala had developed itself to be almost as strong as a regular cero blast."Bala."With that the small but high powered energy ball launched itself into Torriks location at an high speed which would on contact expand into an football sized ball of energy.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 8:55 pm
Somewhat irritated by what just happened, Torrik didn't let his emotion get to him as the bala blast headed in his direction. Throwing himself quickly to the right, he landed on his shoulder and rolled until he was upright on his knee. There was a burning sensation developing on his thigh that informed him right away that he had taken a bit of the blast once more. Now allowing it to bother him too much, he focused his attention onto something more annoying than a graze.
With his sword still clutched firmly in his right hand, he raised his left, pointing it at the intruding arrancar while returning to his feet. His brown eyes were narrowed upon this woman in irritation. She did nothing wrong on her own conformity though she did go out of her way to defend him in this intrusive manner. This, he supposed, was what bothered him the most. Of all the days he lived alone in Hueco Mundo alone, not once did he have or accept the helping hand of another. He did everything on his own. He was more than willing to let himself fall for the foolish act of engaging in battle with a stronger warrior. To die would mean to fail. If in the event he were to walk out alive, he'd use it as a learning experience and move on.
"Move, woman..." was all that came out as he lightly jerked his extended left hand to help emphasize what he was trying to say. These were the only words he had spoken in this battle and hoped that they had to be the last.
With that, he lunged forward again and advanced toward his real opponent. The wounds he had obtained from earlier began to reopen as he continued to push his body to its limits but drove on despite the pain he was feeling. Instead of thinking about himself, he began to think of how he could outsmart the other creature somehow. At the last minute, he raised the blade in his right hand as if he were going to use it in the attack. However, moments before he would strike he instead commenced in a bluff. For instead of using the sword, he quickly lowered it and pivoted on his right foot; turning his left side to the target and swinging his sharp clawed hand destined for Triox's chest.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 6:49 am
As she watched Triox once again attack the weaker arrancar her whole body fluxed with energy as she readied to dive in the way of the attack, how ever, the arrancar dodged the attack and simply, and more or less, said no thanks to her aid. Her angered expression faded to an emotionless glare as she slowly began to fall to the floor, her exterior armor beginning to crack and fall away to dust. As she gracefully landed on the floor below the battle she once again held her large pole-arm within her grasp. Smiling she looked to the ground and shook her head as she turned away from the battle and towards the hole she made when entering the combat zone.
Approaching the hole she slid her weapon firmly into it’s sheathed position on her back. Focusing her energy once again into the palms of her hands she stopped a meter away from the hole with her palms held out in front of her, and her knees bent. Her eyes narrowed as she focused her spiritual energy into the single pieces that laid scattered across the ground.
The battle above raged but she went about her repairs as a mother would while her two sons went at each others throat. It was all in good fun probably any way…
The pieces began to vibrate and within seconds each piece even down to the grain glowed an eerie purple. As the vibrated she grunted as she shut her eyes to focus on the exact placement of each piece. Because this was spiritually created each piece was linked to one another, like a broken chain, each piece simply needed to be re-linked and would look as though she had never forced her body through the wall.
Grunting once again the pieces quickly snapped back into place and within several moments the hole had returned to it’s previous state. This was one of her major abilities that only she possessed. Ishi was no warrior, but she was accepted solely because of her abilities alone. This particular ability allowed her reverse any damage done to either a none living structure or a living being as long as every missing piece was present; or when other similar materials could be used. Literally, and with enough power, Ishi could have taken the sand outside of the building to simply replace the hole’s missing materials…
Nodding as she finished she unsheathed her weapon turned towards the battle and slumped against the wall. Sweat playfully dribbled down her forehead onto her cheeks. Dropping her head she simply wiped the sweat away from her face with her sleeve. Looking back up to the fight once more a smile played at the corners of her red lips.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 12:36 pm
Simply observing the other Vasto lordes movement as he dodged the football sized bala blast which was shot into his location by the Vasto lorde called Triox azamura and then move towards Triox and at high speed,at the same time the other female Vasto lorde which had dropped to the ground concentrating in the rubble which had been thrown to the floor because of her entrance into the scene which also distracted the Vasto lorde Triox,looking at her from the corner of his eyes observing her ability to reverse the effect on the wall."Interesting.."He thought to himself but then he noticed that he had made a crucial mistake removing his sight from his oponent even for a split second could chance the entire outcome of the battle,but now it was already to late.
By the time the Vasto lorde was ably to turn his eye sight into torriks location,he had already made his way up to the Vasto lorde swinging his blade towards him and then suddenly feinting the move by pivoting on his right foot and using his left claw to attempt a strike to the Vasto lorde's chest area,quickly stepping backward to create a larger distance between them, he wanted to use this to evade the claw but unfortunately he miscalculated the speed of his oponent as the claw scratched across the Vasto lordes coat which simply tore now having four cuts in his coat and only two slight cut's in his chest which caught his attention."His speed is increasing along with his strength."The Vasto lorde then slid backwards due to the force of the claw and then looked at the other Vasto lorde with a blank expression."Is that the limit of you ability?"The Vasto lorde asked now opening his left palm as the feathers appeared once more but this time forming into the Vasto lorde's sheathed zanpactou around which he wrapped his fingers tightly.
The sheath and the zanpactou itself were oddly transperant (Sp?) like the substance called glass,he then moved the hand in which he held the sheathed behind his back and turned it upside down which would usually drop the zanpactou from it's sheath but with this zanpactou that wasn't the case."Now.."The Vasto lorde placed his tumb on the hilt of the zanpactou in order to click it out of it's sheath at any moment and looked straight into the opponents eyes."Come at me."
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