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 Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 11:23 pm
Room that Aizen used to use to display the same sky that the Seretei resides under. Though the sky isn't real, it adds a similar effect to the morale of the army that met here. Though at first it would seem like a training room, the room is mainly used as a battleground where the environment is always changing and giving off a similar effect to the real thing. Only the one who sits upon the throne room of Las Noches has access to the mechanism controlling it.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 1:03 pm
She was positive Aizen had said to "Fortify the main hall," but it seems the rooms did not agree. As Ayame had walked through the long twisting hallways, they seemed to have shifted to their liking and led her to this room. When she believed it was not the right location and left, it continued to point back into that direction, Ayame now deciding to stand by the corner - arms crossed in slight irritation, her lips pursed. It was a bad idea for her to fight under the dome of Las Noches, and clearly the room was going to be damaged or destroyed eventually if they fought in it. There was no reason to break the buildings while fighting - would the endless desert not be a sufficient battleground? The blood spilled there would always be covered once more by the white sands of Heuco Mundo.
With a soft sigh, she held herself up using the wall as she leaned on it. She could feel the movement of others, on the ground and air, the vibration she picked off with her ears was that of the fighting that was starting, even the reiatsu given off could be felt - even though her skin had already taken it's fill, it was still like a dry sponge asking for more water. It craved Spiritual energy, and took whatever particles it could from the air. The frown on Ayame's face still persisted. Where was her opponent? Would the espada use her release form under Las Noches? It would be quite difficult if the one she was fighting was allowed to release - but then again, if she wanted to, Ayame would do the same if needed. It didn't have to come to that though, but everyone knew it had to eventually.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 6:18 pm
 [Sorry it's late. My internet has been whaky lately.]
A slender figure sauntered into the room, long flowing golden locks fell over the woman's narrow shoulders. A small smile upon pale pink painted lips; fair skin, and beautiful mercury pools that swirled ever so slightly. The woman wore white jeans that fell from her hips to the ground, a black tube top, and a collar, along with a belt. A whip hung from her waist, and a golden snake wrapped her around her right arm.
"Sorry for the wait, It seems I've gotten lost again." Azrael smiled slightly, her blinded eyes staring off toward the reiatsu she felt. She could tell the woman was strong, how strong? She'd have to find out that once she fought the woman. If needed she'd release, she couldn't give a damn about the place she was in. She'd release if need be, and she hoped her opponent would as well.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 7:46 pm
( No Prob, mine was like that a week ago. )
"Hm," was Ayame's reply, the extra lenses on her right eye flickered to pull away from the iris and back on, that eye suddenly changing a deep blue before changing back. Though still frowning, Ayame no longer lingered by the wall. Instead, she moved, walking parallel to the smooth marble facing as she observed the situation. She kept in mind of the reiatsu signature her opponent gave off and memorized it, then Ayame halted where she stood. Moving her sword arm outwards, she stretched and grabbed a hold of the hilt of her weapon, a sword - claymore in size - with a long guard and wide blade. With the exception of the embroidment around the cap down to the end of the guard, the weapon was dull in color with nothing significant that stood out; A hilt of pale gold and a blade of ivory.
"Let's start," Ayame spoke simply before she rushed foward, reiatsu flowing freely around her legs and arms. The wait was not too long, but enough to make her feel exhilirated, almost excited for battle though she didn't show it. With a quick sonido after her forward run, her visage vanished and re-appeared to her opponent's side - sword swung, tilted onto the flat side of the weapon. With the intent to smash bones, Ayame aimed for the pectoral and shoulder region - attempting to smash in the sternum which would go through the heart - if the lady had one- and finish it quickly.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 1:59 pm
Azrael danced around and back away from the sword, that was aimed toward her shoulders and upper torso area. The slender woman standing just over six feet; her black hollow hole located at her navel, wiping away most of her stomach region. She looked toward the woman, pale pink painted lips spread into a soft smile before they parted as she spoke.
"Aerosol de la aguja" (Needle Spray). Azrael muttered musically, her arms suddenly bound by crimson cloth that wrapped around her arms and pined them to her sides. Golden crescents extended from her shoulder blades. Within but a second, Azrael opened her mouth and fired out the thinly needle like strips of glowing silver reitasu by the hundred's; small thin compressed reiatsu stripes, that looked similar to needles shoot out from her mouth in a spray like fashion as her arms are bound.
Golden locks dirtied with browns bellowed out around her as her reiatsu fired out from her body in a deadly attack. Mercury eyes watched with interest and intellect, as they swirled in pools reaching unknown depths.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 3:22 pm
It took less than a second for Ayame's eye lense to move and replace the yellow one, reading the spiritual energy of her opponent when a quick change in appearance had happened. She could feel it also, as reiatsu in the air thickened a bit like when one charges a cero. With a quick sweep of her feet, Ayame rotated the direction her weapon was going, pulling the flat part of the blade in front of her to repel some of the slivers of reiatsu that had shot out of her opponent's mouth. She moved the weapon to protect mainly her torso, nicks and small scratches appeared as some stray needles grazed her arms and legs. The hits appeared for only a short amount of time, before her hierro repaired itself. Reiatsu rushed into Ayame's arms, the spiritual energy flowing into her sword. Then she gave a slight smirk of her own, before swinging her sword - a beacon that held a charging cero that came rushing forward towards her attacker. When she threw a cero from her weapon, it stretched outwards horizontally instead of vertically - grazing close to the ground, heading for her opponent like a giant curved blade.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 8:48 am
Azrael Crouched low, before jumping high in the air, her body skilled with acrobatics. She landed on one foot, her other foot still high in the air as her torso bended forward. Within a swift move, she swiped her risen legs down and up, to where it was parallel with her body, fire shot out in a arched wave, like an 'X' when she swiped her leg down again. The fire enveloped the Cero, the fire clung to the energy attacking it.
The golden haired woman was fast, and strong, physically as well as mentally. She knew how to fight, and her fighting style was strange and erratic at times. She was fearless and often fought with just her physical strength. But she couldn't afford to do that, which was why she bound her arms, she would need them later, plus it got the woman most likely guess as to why she would 'weaken' herself in battle. She would no doubtfully need to use her sword soon, so far she was doing fairly well, but no telling for how long
Azrael grinned, before using SonÃdo to get up close to the woman, aiming for a round house kick. The kick came in quick and strong, fire trailing off the heeled boots, and ankles.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 9:44 am
Ayame kept the new observation in mind. Obviously, the white flare that had came in contact with her cero was fire - she could feel a warmth resonating in small waves of quantities from the direction she was facing. The heat had started a reaction in the hollows of her fangs, where the liquid that moved like molasses started to get faster. In her body was the same type of poison, running in her veins to keep herself from over-heating. There was a rush of reiatsu, and the quick nearly non-existant vibrations she was hearing meant her opponent was using her sonido - the feeling was different when the yellow-hair girl countered Ayame's cero, which came in a huge burst. Ayame stuck her weapon into the foundations of the room, easily done simply by dropping the heavy sword. The flame was easy to spot when her opponent came down with her attack. Ayame waited for the kick, her left arm struck out to catch the leg. Her right arm snatched her opponent's leg, after her first attempt with her left was repelled from the other leg, giving Ayame a neat gash that ran down from her elbow to her wrist, the sleeve ripped open; edges somewhat charred. As soon as she got a hold, Ayame opened her jaw and went for a bite on her opponent's leg, attempting to pierce the skin and inject vemon.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 10:17 am
Azrael frowned, when her leg was caught. But when the woman tried to bite her, that freaked her out slightly. her eyes widened a bit, before she giggled.
"I wouldn't do that. I plan to make this quick and painless." She warned, her musical voice enchanting. She turned the tides, using her leg strength to cease hold of the woman, she had her where she wanted her. her arms unbounded wrapped around the woman, binding themselves together. Azrael never liked drawn out battles, they seemed to annoy her, she liked quick and short ones if she could help it.
"'Phoenix's rebirth, Fuego ardiente' I wonder if you'll survive this." She spoke with quiet dominate power. Reistu wrapped around her, as her attire changed, so did her appearance and abilities. Golden locks shorted; wings burst out from the golden crescent at her back one wings torn and broken. Her entire body covered in cloth like armor, broken shackles marked her wrists and ankles. The arm bindings no longer there holding the other woman.
Just as the woman bit into her leg, she cried out the words that would seal her fate and possible Ayame's.
"Phoenix's death!" She she said icily, blue white fire licked her body,as it bursts into unimaginable temperatures, the fire begins to incinerate the fourth espada, as the blue white fire surrounds the two Arrancar. The fire encased them, spreading out to a fifty meter radius, everything around them burning into nothing, Azrael's body dying. Azrael hopes it at least severally cripples to opponents and burns her, but her death would be good to. It all depended on how the opponent reacted.
But even if Ayame escaped alive, Azrael would be back to continue the fight, after all she was a Phoenix.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 4:02 pm
(Aw, group hugz)
Strangely a bit too close for comfort, Ayame thought, as though she was being hugged by her opponent. She has fought others who use fire before and being with these fighters in such a close range wasn't a good idea. Her poison couldn't be evaporated by heat, but not being able to keep her prey from squirming around wasn't her concern. Fire seems to cling on to her hierro, and because the poison circulating in her blood doesn't let her muscles or anything internal of the skin catch fire - the hierro gets sticky and then hard and caked. It's difficult for Ayame to take it off before regeneration. The sudden jolt of reiatsu brought Ayame back from he thoughts as she recognized her opponent had said something, most likey her release; as Ayame realized she had been released from the slight contriction from the yellow hair girl's sleeves. She assumed the arrancar was going to use her hands now, which Ayame wouldn't mind since she could fight hand to hand combat as well - but instead the heat in the area intensified.
"Tch." Ayame pulled back quickly after she had sunk in her fangs. Still the heat was unbearable, but her blood started moving quickly - her poison getting more flexible as the heat increased, trying to cool herself down. The skin on her arms didn't even peel, but burned in place - blackening. At the same time Ayame quickly spoke for the remains of her released form.
"Shed, Sune-ku kawa," Ayame said quietly, her claymore suddenly evaporated into a dense orchid fog. As the smog took the flames along with it, Ayame looked more like a giant serpent than she did a human. On the top of her cranial area, the upper skull of a snake had appeared, covering her yellow and blue eyes. Spikes protruded outwards, running down the spinal area and continued onwards where her legs would be - replaced by a white tail. Bone masked her arms like long gloves where only the elbows were not covered and a diamond shaped opening loomed.
On her face, the part closest to the heat before she pulled back was still charred. Slowly, the skin on there slid off with one of the lenses - a new one had grown right under. The gash that was on her arm was gone, though even if it was still there - the armor would be covering it. Ayame frowned. The room they were in was almost obsolete, how unfortunate. She looked at the dust and ash that laid there on the floor - exactly what did her opponent plan to do? The ash was that yellow haired girl, she could smell the reiatsu. With one hand, Ayame charged a cero and aimed it at the pile - curious if this was trickery.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 4:57 pm
A small child like giggle raised throughout the empty, burning room. Shadows dancing on the walls, as Fire licked the floors and up the walls to the ceilings. The room was being completely obliterated by he white blue fire, the color itself shows just how deathly damaging it is.
The poison that was injected into the woman however, died alongside the old body. The new one would be clear and healthy.
"I wouldn't do that If i were you, Miss. The phoenix very much likes to rise from it's ashes."Came that sweet Musical voice from the woman named Azrael. Only it sound more playful, child-like.
Reistu sprang out deflecting the cero aimed at the pile of ash. The pile of ash began to form the body of a young girl, an child by her size. Arms spread out, while legs tucked close. Wings spread out from the pale body's shoulders one torn and shredded. Mercury eyes closed, while chin length golden locks waves in the breeze of reaitsu. The armor returned to the woman, only she remained in the form of a child, she had to, until her body continued to grow which would occur during the fight.
Small hand held a white blue fire, form as a whip. The Child raised her head, opening large innocent eyes, mercury pools swirling laid beneath thick black lashes. The child pouted, her lips painted pale pink. The large white wings, though one torn and shredded held her up in the air before she landed softly on the ground.
"Aww, you survived, well thats no fun. I suppose this will be tricky neh? To be honest you're the first to live." She giggled, standing in front of the woman, who at the moment was much taller than the four foot tall child.
"Guess I will have to kill you the old fashion way, at least that way I can eat you when I'm done. hmm, You like that idea?" She asked, raising her small hand up to wave, before stopping it, the tiny palm up and faceing her. Firing an Cero Oscuras at that moment, her tiny palm stopped. The power behind the attack was intense, almost unimaginable from a child that small. The attack was pitch black, sealing away any light. Everything in the way of the Cero was obliterated, as it headed toward the woman.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 5:49 pm
Ayame quickly submerged underground as the cero from her opponent was omitted. Interesting was what Ayame would call the now a child's released form, which certainly made her alot smaller - though the blast of fire must be what her opponent usually aimed to destroy her enemies with, or atleast damage them. Even with the stretched body she now obtained, it was easy to pick through the softened marble, which moved through her palms like sands of grain - not even that - perhaps air. As she pulled herself out from another area, she moved around what would be the boundaries of the room - her whole body almost taking up the entire perimeter. She watched silently, as she slithered together and coiled her tail under her.
"Child, You are MY food, a mouse in clear plains," Ayame replied to the child's question. Ayame swung the end of her tail, the segments moving leg and right - the smaller spikes on the end scraping at the ground. Ayame suddenly lurched forward, as if she was going to charge towards the small kid; instead, she leaped upwards and just like a wave as she came back down - she swung her tail and sent a blast of cero and massive boulders of the floor towards the child. Assuming the girl would jump up, Ayame spat out tiny poisonous darts in countless quantities abover her previous attack, attempting to damage the girl with a barrage of attacks. It didn't matter if her opponent was small, nothing is evadable forever.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 4:27 pm
The wall was obliterated when the Cero Oscuras landed against it, opening the dome up to the halls then through another empty room, to the outside, where sand dooms lay beneath black sky's and a silver moon. The black power brought flames in its wake and absence. Black flames licked the walls mingling with white blue flames hotter and deadlier. This area was becoming Azrael's play ground, a place she most quite liked at this moment in time.
Azrael pulled her pale pink lips into a smile, sadism ran in her blood. Reiatsu wrapped around her body like a silk wrap as it aged further into a teenage, her power growing feverishly, rapidly climbing the levels. The body of a child no more, was but of a young adult, curves beginning to form, as she stood with seductive grace and fluidity that had yet to fully mature.
"I am not a child old hag, and whatever makes you believe that I'd let you eat me?" Azrael spoke, her voice higher, more adult like, less innocent with such blood thirsty. Those beautiful mystifying mercury pools glared at the woman before grinning.
She raised long fingered delicate hands, curled them into fists, Azrael thrust the reaitsu concentrated fists at the boulders, shattering them into dust, as flames enveloped the area around her. Blue white flames were licking her skin, crawling up and down her body before departing into the air, where they grew and became deadly forces. The flames themselves seemed to attack the darts, curling around the darts before burning them and everything inside them into dust, simple ash. Azrael was named after a death god/dess, and she was very much similiar to the name, she brought death to much of everywhere she went. And as destruction continued she grew stronger feeding off of it like a drug.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 1:58 pm
"Hmph, eventually you will have nothing left to melt - then what will you do? What a strange release," with the uncontained flames, the poison on her armor started to react, like the poison in her body - a cooling pad that froze her blood. As she rummaged through the debris, her tail wiped out and smothered out the heated rocks before her. The buildings in the area were made of smooth, cold marble - they could not catch fire, only heat like a metal over burning heat, making it only easier to smash. Reckless Child. Coiling herself up, Ayame slid straight into the ground, borrowing into the softened marble. The vibrations told her where everything was above her, like a second eye. While her opponent was wasting her reiatsu blowing up nothing interesting, Ayame circled around her underground. After she was sure that she had moved around the whole area, she charged spiritual energy on the coat of her torso and lower. With a rush of reiatsu, Ayame launched her whole tail upwards while it was placed horizontally in the ground, the reddish-orchid colored cero released shot out like a twister as she coiled her tail after launch, altering the shape of her cero going up towards her opponent like a tornado - the foundation Ayame had circled was pushed up first before she released the cero, to send debris in all direction while the cero was aimed at the girl.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 4:51 pm
Azrael pushed herself up off the ground bounding into the air with great speed, her left leg was the only thing that was hit by the twist, tearing the cloth to shreds and leaving burn marks on her small foot and leg. Her skin was quickly mending itself as she pushed herself soaring higher. But the ache and painful feeling of her numb leg never left, she wouldn't be able to stand properly on solid ground for the fight.
The blue white and black flames began to follow, gathering into a pyramid as it traveled through the air towards her body.
The flames seemed to have reacted as if being called, controlled, which they were. The black and blue white flames mingled becoming one entity, a single silver flame, that became reiatsu that wrapped around her body like a cocoon. The final result was the young teenager wrapped in silver, like an egg.
Wings burst threw the silver strands that melted and returned to the blond's body as if it never left. Both wings were there, large and wide, fully there. The woman stepped out, looking just as she had before she died. Young, beautiful and gifted with curves that graced her hour glass figure. Grace marked her movements, the fluid movements mesmerizing.
Mercury pools looked to the restored wing, and a sneer marked the pale lips, the woman tore it off, blood pouring from the roots, but quickly stopped as the wound healed. Azrael grinned.
"Perhaps, but, there is still always you." She answered in return to woman's comment from earlier. The uncontainable flames were gone, now all that remained was the woman and Azrael whom was floating at the ceiling. Raising a delicate hand she touched the ceiling, the torn wings became white fire tinted with blue as it burst out and spread across the ceilings, and down the walls in a strange pattern.
The flames shot out like vipers as she controlled them with but her strength and power while formed them to look as her will intended. Seven blue white vipers made of unspeakable heat headed for the opponent, their fangs of fire bared out in attack. While a single black vipers crawled down the wall with utmost slowness, the flame darkened by her blood which only strengthened it.
The one black flame viper slide through the cracks of the broken marble and slithered beneath before bursting out, shattering the marble flooring, debris flying up everywhere.
Azrael then punched the ceiling, the marble cracking as she pounded into it, causing debris to fall in it's wake, soon the whole ceiling would fall around them. She intended to make the room cave in around them, to a certain degree long enough to use the last of her energy to die...again and hopefully bring her opponent with her, but that would take time. As the room was to wide, and long.
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