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 Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 7:35 am
The Sōkyoku Hill is an iconic, large, rocky mesa located at the center of Seireitei in Soul Society, where it is overlooked by the Shrine of Penitence. The hill is visible from most of the Seireitei and is one of the most easily recognizable locations in Bleach. It has sheer cliffs on all sides. There are only two known access points to the Sōkyoku Hill - a long bridge connecting to the Shrine of Penitence complex and a long, zigzagging stairway carved into one side of the Hill. One end of the Hill is heavily undercut. It is at this point that the Sōkyoku and the bridge are located. The opposite end is covered by white forest.
Lately, the hill has begun to be overcast by a large black shadow, which bears with it a certain sense of foreboding and death.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 2:14 pm
When dark reflections dance... [Enter from 1st] A dark shadow began to creep across the floor of the abandoned hilltop, enclosing everything it came into contact with in a form of inky blackness that seemed to move as if alive. On and on this blackness crept, enveloping, engrossing, until the entire hilltop was nothing but a blob of black shadows, snuffed out from the world of the living and thrown into the realm of the cursed.
In the center of this blackness, pillars began to emerge. Each one nearly two feet wide, and fully six feet tall, and composed entirely of seki-seki-stone that had been stained a deep blood red. One by one, the field was filled with these pillars, finalizing with a single circular pillar in the very center of the field, which was slightly shorter than the others, and held a small circular indentation on the top, similar to a bowl. (Manner in which the pillars appear)
As the last pillar finished its ascension, all thirteen became a stark white, shedding themselves of the blood that once covered them, and diverting the red liquid to the center, where it merged into the bowl-structure, along with a single black pole of stone, that rose from the center of the bowl.
With a sound like grating steel, a shape appeared, standing directly to the right of the pool of blood, and resting what appeared to be a hand on the rim of the pillar.
"Look at them." The shape hissed, its voice a mixture between crashing boulders and angry screams, "The worms sit in their houses, completely unaware of anything outside of their perfect little world. Blissfully ignorant of that calamity that is to fall upon them." The creature laughed, sending out a long, eerie echo across the dark hilltop. "WAKE UP, LITTLE BUGS!" It roared, screeching its strange metallic voice out over the whole of Seireitei....Beneath a silvery moon
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 9:14 pm
A poet is a nightingale,
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
Spat out by the enveloping darkness, Aine stumbled forward onto the rocky hill top where the inky blackness still cleaved to her boot covered feet. Whipping her head from left to right, she extended her senses outwards but all the Defect could feel was the tainted murky crawl across the landscape. “Any particular reason for the change of location?” she whispered rhetorically, her zanpakutou which had remained half drawn slipping from the sheath with a metallic hiss. Aine’s unintended answer came as blood stained pillars silently creeping upwards, ominously ringing her position, their composition tugging at her reiatsu, raising the belief that they wished to feed from a fresh source. Whether that was by blood letting or energy leeching hadn’t quite come into light.
Sword hand twitching, she spun on her heels as the bloody coating across the pillars ripped away, siphoning to the center pillar to collect, spilling in thin rivulets down its ebony sides. How shadows sounded like metal scraping on metal was beyond her, but the tenebrous figure that rose to rest a hand against the center pillar wasn’t unexpected. Removing her free hand from her ear, Aine side stepped to remain towards the back of the dark-incarnate as his whiny metallic tone began to monologue like she wasn’t there. Oh, that steely grating sound! Aine could barely stand it as he continued to screech, talking down to those below the looming hill. If she couldn’t feel the depth of power wound in the blackness spreading out and around her feet, she would have swooped in long enough to cut his vocal cords.
Unfortunately for her it only got worse. The roar that blasted from his mouth pounded against her ears and threatening to break through the barrier of resistance sound she was using to tone down the volume. “b***h, shut the hell up!” Inserting the yell after the metal ring gave way; Aine cocked a hip and glared, already partially bent to retrieve a dagger to send careening his way should he scream again.
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
Who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 10:15 pm
In squad 12
Tadashi relaxed comfortably in his adjustable chair. His feet rested on the monitor table and his arms supported his head as he lay backwards. Another peaceful day so it seemed too Tadashi. Sipping on his hot apple cider as he soaked in the cold air from the air conditioner that blinked 60 degrees, Tadashi closed his eyes. His rest was abruptly interrupted by irritating screach followed by loud alarms from his monitors. Spilling his cider all over the floor, Tadashi cursed under his breath as he scrambled to his monitor. "ALERT! ALERT! STRANGE ACTIVITY DETECTED IN SOKYOKU HILL! ALERT! ALERT! STRANGE ACTIVITY DETECTED...." The alarm blazed as he scrolled through the data feeds.
Tadashi quickly pushed off his station with his feet and wheeled to the wall that his back faced. The chair hit the wall and Tadashi's sword and sack plopped down onto his lap from the sword rack. Tadashi sprung out of his seat and adjusted his gear as he ran out the door. After shutting the door, Tadashi placed his usual sign that stated that he was out of the security facility. Without a second to waste, Tadashi shunpoed away.
Sōkyoku Hill
Tadashi spurred onto the hill. Too his shock, there were pillars that he recalled, didn't belong their. Along with the remodeling of the hill, there was a shady figure and a furious women. "What's this!?" Tadashi muttered in confusion. With his usual instinct, Tadashi slipped his sack open and pulled out 2 standard sticks of dynamite, 1 in each hand. "Both of you! Halt! Are you friend, foe, or my next victim?" Tadashi ordered as his his reitsu began to spark the fuse of the dynamite.
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 11:16 pm
When the deepest shadows creep... Nguleft, for that was the man's name, turned to stare at the newcomer, his black eyes boring out droves of reiatsu powerful enough to cause the stray stones in the area to shatter to dust, as well as form several long cracks along the floor.
In the office, he had somewhat restrained himself, having been careful so as not to attract all of the captain's of the gotei thirteen to his singular location, where he would not be near the seal. But now.. in his element, and completely unrestrained, his reiatsu roared forth like the open maw of a demon, taking the form of a giant spectral skull around his body, opening and closing its mouth as if it were laughing.
"You think you can challenge me, boy?" He hissed, his voice causing a crack to appear in the remains of the executioner's stand. "Your power is nothing compared to mine. Not even worthy of mention. Your coming here is as useless as trying to grasp at the wind to stop it from blowing." Nguleft turned away from the gathered 'enemies', focusing instead on the pillar in front of him, and drawing an almost loving touch across its side, admiring it as a craftsman does a fine piece of art.
He paused for a moment, as if remembering something, then twitched his eyes back to the newly arrived shinigami, resting his black eyes on the dynamite in his hand and on the bag near his feet.
"Wither and implode." He whispered, twitching a finger from his stray hand.
Instantly, the dynamite exploded, followed by a whisking sound from the remaining explosives in the shinigami's bag, which leaped upwards and followed suit, echoing out over the shadowy landscape with a resounding crash....And seal away your mind
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 2:07 pm
Mmmk now for the other foot, stretch!!! Maikeru! STRETCH!.....Thank god I'm finally here, several hours of climbing tires you out! WHEW!
Maikeru poked his head over the edge of the Sokyoku Hill before pulling himself up and hesitated. Maikeru slowly drew his head back down so as not draw attention.
How long have those pillars been there? And the reiatsu? Holy S***!
Maikeru made his decision, even knowing against that kind of power he would be able to do very very little, he also knew that the rocketing shinigami wouldn't last long on his own either.
Maikeru gathered himself and sprung over the edge of the cliff, taking off at a dead sprint towards the distant figures the instant his feet touched the ground. Serving as even a momentary distraction would be worth an a** kicking
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 12:52 am
ENEMY,
you may think,_____
but never VILLAIN…__________
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X The darkness wasn't as bad on its own as one would have suspected. It was pleasingly warm, decently quick, and most importantly not hurting him.
What WAS bad was the absolute choking silence that came along with it.
As it swallowed him, he fought it every step of the way, but he couldn't get away, couldn't get free of the swirling blackness. The more he thrashed, to tighter it held him, squeezing and squeezing until he couldn't move, couldn't breath...
He was laying on his back. Pain shot through his stomach, legs, arms head, everywhere, explosions of agony with every movement. There was no sound, just the echo of angry words, screams of anger, resentment, threats will every bit of intention backing them they could muster. They'd chased and chased him, and when he got too tired to go on, or thought he'd gotten away, they found him and beat him, with sticks and sheaths, even their fists. He had no idea why they did such a thing; they never said why, just hit him if he asked. No one came to the rescue. No knight in shining armor rode in and saved him. Not even the passerby would spare him a second look. Why would they? He was nothing but some weak, pathetic dog, and if someone put him down, who would notice? Who would care?
No one.
Then, like a wave, the blackness receded. Fefnir's senses, stifled, ripped outward, pulling information from everything around him. As the Arrancar had said, they were on Sokyoku Hill, surrounded by pillars of some sort. It seemed he was a bit later in appearing than Aine, but he could feel her annoyance, as well as the presence of a slight echo, reflecting the words, 'b***h, shut the hell up!' There were two more there as well, one he didn't recognize and that barely registered among all the ambient reiatsu, and Tadashi, who was probably doing something stupid. Tad, of course, pulled out dynamite. Wonderful.
Well, at least it gave the red captain a moment to stop the other shinigami from getting himself killed. A flash of Shukuchi, and he stood in front of him, back to the other man, and extended a hand, intending to stop the runner's motion, knowing that with his unrestrained spiritual pressure flying around, he'd never get by the captain. Quite simply, he spoke; "Hold back. I will deal with him," he intoned, without much feeling, then threw a backward glance and a little smile, "Don't worry, though. I'll win," He turned toward Tadashi as well, and called out, "Tadashi! You know how Squad 1 works, so let me do my job!"
Another flash, and he was next to the enemy, delivering a strike horizontally at his waist with the zanpokuto still him his right hand through all of that. With all of the momentum behind the slash, it could have taken a huge chunk out of most stuf, but something about the rocks... they ate at his reiatsu, pulling it from his feet and making it harder to move at full speed. it was really quite bothersome, but he'd have to deal with it.
He wouldn't let the Arrancar get away. Not now, not ever.X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
FOOL,
_____you may think,
__________but never SINNER...
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 2:40 am
ҞUSARI Ҟ㊉R㊉SU
Ṥqṳḁḋ Ṥḕṽḕṅ Ḟṍṳṙṫḧ Ṥḕḁṫ ḁṅḋ Ḋṙṳṅḱḁṙḋ
pɹɐʞunɹ◖ puɐ ʇɐǝS ɥʇɹnoℲ uǝʌǝS pɐnbS 
Kusari couldn't decide what attracted him to the sight more, the ominous darkness? The concentration of riatsu? The eery feeling of death? Or, most likely the boredom.
The, now unseated, seventh squad shinigami raced towards the hill, and as he entered the forrest he broke into a shunpo until exiting to see . . .
There he was, the first squad captain, death loomed on his face, but quickly he recovered and soon after he vanished. Kusari stopped, an arrancar loomed higher up the hill, a repeat of the past was coming it seemed and all Kusari was thinking was the penultimate question.
Fight or Run.
[Exit to not this plot.]
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 4:47 pm
When darkness destroys you... Nguleft, for that was the dark man's name, ignored the lesser bugs darting around him, silently observing the helpless insects with something akin to a scientist's curiosity. In truth, there was not a single soul in the Gotei Thirteen who could stand against the man by themselves, no matter how hard they fought. He was the original Arrancar, the most powerful force of evil in the world, and to make matters worse..
Nguleft was a Necromancer.
As the red captain dashed towards him, moving with a speed that could only be defined as the fastest movement in Soul Society, Nguleft raised a single, pale white finger.
"Mordratis." The word was spoken quickly, but held behind it the full weight of a rushing thunderstorm made of shadows.
Instantly, an enormous ball of black energy met with the oncoming sword blade, smashing into it and exploding with a concussive force so great that it caused the entirety of Sokyouku to be leveled flat, save for the fourteen pillars of stone, which remained in their positions, standing silent guard over the now barren landscape. Nguleft did not pause to see where the red captain had ended up, but had no doubt that he, along with his companions, had been thrown outside the radius of the circle. A pity, but the aftermath of what he was about to do next would not care whether or not it had toys to play with.
Suddenly, the demonic specter fell, knees driving into the ground with a sickening crunch and skeletal hands clutching at his face as if it were on fire. Piece by piece, shards of black mirror fell from his form as it writhed on the ground, chipping away at the massive creature until all that remained was a rather beautiful young boy, with bright silver hair, and smooth pale skin that gave thought to moonlight. The only ominous thing about the small man was his eyes, which shone with deepest midnight, and threatened to absorb all life into their ******** hell." Bikō pushed himself off the ground with a slight sigh, dusting off his white uniform and cracking his neck slightly, getting used to his old body again. "That b*****d can talk some serous s**t, eh?" He giggled, covering his mouth with a pale hand and darting about the landscape with his penetrating eyes. "Funny thing though.. He didn't seem to get the picture here." He shook his head, somewhat playfully, then lowered his hand to his heart, bringing it away a second later, removing his zanpakutō from his chest as he did. "I am in control."
The last sentence of his monologue shook the hill with violent force, causing every stone to vibrate with an earthquake of at least magnitude six.
"Now, we can't have that demonic ******** calling all the shots, can we? If he had it his way, you would all be dead before I got the chance to play with you." Bikō's face split into a large grin, revealing perfectly tailored ivory teeth, that somehow seemed to give the impression that he had an overwhelming desire to eat everything in sight, his every word shaking the ground in the same manner as before, and leaving a dark taint on the air. His body rippled, and he raised his right hand, pointing the blade of his zanpakuto at his chest with another dark grin, drawing a thin trickle of blood. "Kirakira, Zenhansha" The blade sank into his skin with an audible crack, melting into quicksilver and rushing over his entire body, changing to a deep black metallic liquid as it moved, until it covered every inch of his form.
A second ripple appeared in his skin, and his body morphed, returning to the somewhat-familiar form of the large demonic Arrancar, complete with black-handled zanpakuto.
"Grito, Ultima Muerte" His voice cracked out over the hilltop, thundering with a burst of force that further shattered the ground, sending up a pillar of black light from around his body.
Twin wings of inky darkness erupted from his shoulder blades, expanding outwards until the blocked out the sky, warping around his body on their skyward path and forming a robe made of the same inky blackness that dripped an acidic liquid, hissing into the ground with each drop. With a high-pitched scream, similar to a child's wail, Nguleft's zanpakuto shattered, then expanded, forming into a huge staff nearly half again as tall as he was. The head of this beastly kanabo was that of a mashed-together mass of broken sword blades, dripping with the same acid as his robe and wings, and emitting a constant eerie howl, reminiscent of a ghost's cries for help.
Slowly, he raised his free hand over the smaller pillar of stone, his pale skin nearly touching the pool of blood in the center. A thin smile pursed his lips, and he opened his mouth wide, beginning the incantation for a very dark ritual.
"Black blood, sprinkled on the endless plain. Black souls, grinding up from the abyss. Chaos, Panic, Pain, devour the blood of the innocents and consume the essence of stone. Sink and rise, ripple and seal away!" As the first line of the wording exited his lips, swirling about the hilltop like a black wind, the blood in the center of the pillar boiled over, spreading out along the now glowing ley lines which connected each pillar to the next, forming thin rivers of blood along the entire structure.
As the blood reached each of the large pillars, they turned blood-red and sank into the ground, forming a large indent where they had previously stood. One by one, the pillars fell, neatly forming into the intended shape until the entire symbol was clearly etched into the ruined hill-top, and only the smallest pillar remained standing. As the last pillar sank, the field turned jet-black, and began to glow with a bright light, hissing across the air with a deadly presence.
""It is a pity that you could not seal anyone, my precious." The demon whispered, caressing the pillar like a father to his child, "But soon, my dear, you will expose yourself for what you truly are." He laughed, dark and dismal, and thrust his now-blood-red hand skyward, throwing back his head and roaring out the second incantation into the blackened sky. "NEGRATA PORTALIS, VOR SHAZI NAS GOR! EREPIDA NAR KAZBON VAS GATHI, NGULEFT NE SHARTA! BOR SHAN, KIERSHO! VORGAZ NAR KAS LIERNAR!!" The ground beneath the small pillar shattered, along with the pillar itself, and gave birth to fourteen large bones, each the same size as a human femur.
One by one, the bones joined with the fragmented stones, swirling in the shape of a large circle above the remains of the small pillar, and letting out a shrieking call that echoed across the entire Soul Society, causing the birds to flee their nests, and the flower-buds to fall dying from the tree-limbs.
Somewhat weakened, Nguleft lowered his hand, and kanabo, and looked out over the forsaken hill, laughing darkly to himself and shaking his head slowly. It was time for the fools to die.
"Vida Según Muerte. With a slight grunt, he slammed the head of his staff into the ground at his feet, instantly releasing a massive wave of black shadows which engulfed every inch of Soul Society with mere seconds, before returning to the ring at the base of the staff, roaring violently as it did, and leaving everyone seemingly unharmed. Grunting with real effort this time, the dark man lifted his weapon one last time, slamming it into his mouth with a final phrase. "Sombrío Voz." Surprisingly, the staff simply vanished, dissipating into the wind with a slight howling. What happened next however, was far more frightening.
A sound that could only be described as the screech of a knife on a chalkboard echoed out from Nguleft's mouth, vomiting black acid in waves of swirling ilk that poured out onto the ground like an overflowing sink, mixing and curling together like mercury, and bubbling as if tortured by an intense heat. The man fell forward onto his hands, continuing to vomit the acid in larger waves, and emitting a gagging sound as he did, almost as if he was still speaking the black language from before. Slowly, the form of the demon began to fade, giving way to the form of the small man from before, complete with extra-pale skin, and an equally pale expression on his face, as if he knew his end was near. Abruptly, the vomiting stopped, and the man remained on the ground, gasping in air in slow, ragged breaths, pausing every few seconds to let out a small laugh.
"You will all.. rot.. in.. hell." He wheezed, giggling maniacally as he did, his body racked with the torturous effort of having created the acid. "Go forth, my creations. Consume all in sight and destroy Soul Society. Do not stop. Do not rest. Do not wait." He rose, slowly, and pointed a shaking hand across the landscape. "DEVOUR!!" As Bikou screamed, his body shattered to fragments, slowly floating away on the wind like dust, and whisking across the landscape with a final lonely peal, leaving the black mass alone on the now-silent hill. But not completely.. ...How will you breathe?
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 2:32 pm
It was quiet. An almost ethereal quiet. Between her busy family affairs and shinigami duties, she had almost forgotten what it felt like to experience such a ringing silence.
Ringing... resounding... reverberating...
Without warning, she became aware that the silence no longer complete. Small tapping and splintering sounds suddenly echoed through her consciousness. Before her, she could see tiny, spider web-like cracks forming in her mind. Tendrils of dark matter crept in through the gaps, reaching, grasping, tearing at her limbs until-
The vision shattered.
Kazuki Hinata was jolted out of her peaceful meditation by the sudden appearance of an ominous spiritual pressure, which hung over the area like an impending storm. Alarmed, she cast her senses about her warily, and located the presence as coming from the top of Sokyoku Hill- right above where she was sitting.
Damn! She had reacted on instinct, her hand flying to her side where her sword was usually sheathed. She now realised that it was not there- evidently, she had left somewhere in her office. This does not help! Launching into a Shunpo, she made a beeline for the 13th Division, startling comrades who had not yet noticed the strange reiatsu from that distance. In her hurry, she practically ransacked her office in search of her Zanpaktou, and when she finally emerged, clutching it in her hand, she didn't bother even locking the door. She was too distracted by the sudden wave of shadows which had engulfed her in seconds. It soon retracted, however, revealing a horde of shell-shocked officers, who had thankfully all remained whole and unharmed.
A blur in the air signified her arrival at the scene. Hinata’s eyes widened in shock as she skidded to a halt, thoroughly windswept. Many shinigami had already gathered. Peering past them, she saw a figure- an Arrancar, no doubt, but one whose reiatsu seemed old, and immense beyond compare. As she watched, an inky substance seemed to pour from his mouth, and his form morphed into a smaller man, who uttered one, last chilling scream: “DEVOUR!” before shattering and being carried away by the wind. In a split second, she had drawn her Zanpaktou. This was not in the day’s script, and anything that was not in the script would be annihilated.
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 8:22 pm
[Enters in from Squad 1 Captain's Office]
It was quiet at first, the light crackling sound like someone was flipping between radio stations and only getting white noise, but continually growing. Louder then softer, then loud again. Soft. Louder. Soft. Louder. Soft. Even Louder. Soft. Deafening. It consumed the ears and clawed its way into the brain, numbing it in a cold shower of unhindered screams as thousands of tiny voices came together to create this chorus of blissful hell. And then all went quiet.
Quiet. 'Can you hear it?' The softer dripping of water. 'Can you hear their cries?' Perfect dark. 'Can you hear me?' The station changes again. 'CAN YOU HEAR ME?!' And the electrical impulses finally connect. Reception is restored.
'OH GOD!'
Tezuka inhaled sharply, hands springing forward to shield his eyes from the sudden lighting change. His pupils ached. His head throbbed with the pounding of his own heartbeat coupled and the give and take of his ribs. They creaked like an old door with every movement, exhale or inhale. It wasn't like they hurt, it was just the sound they seemed make made him feel a pain that wasn't so much there as it was in his head. He just laid there staring up at the sky, oblivious of the word around him in his deaf-mute state. He blinked now, letting his hands fall back to the ground eyes coming around to focus and blinked out the engulfing white light from earlier. His hearing would follow soon after. Now he only just t-The air around him swelled and dipped, propelling him to a standing position before sending his body head over heels farther in the direction he was ********> He looked around, still free-falling, for the horizon line, eyes darting this way and that before finding his query. Twisting his body about he landed with a muffled thud on the ground only the be assaulted once more. The ground shook below, causing him to flee his spot for the air above. The rock sunk even more beneath him, watching helplessly as he floated over the geological carnage below. His hearing was slowly beginning to return now, hearing voices, but of who he couldn't yet distinguish.
His hands shot up at his ears now, mouth agape as he felt the bone-chilling screeches and shrieks reach him. The darkness returned, but briefly this time, gone long before he let his hands fall back to his temples. Tezuka stood there in mid-air for a long while as he regained what composure, and hearing, he could. What he was left with was an annoying ringing that just wouldn't seem to vacate just yet. Eyes scanned the area back where he was thrown from, mouth open as he attempted an old trick he always used when the ringing wouldn't go away. The inner ear canal shifted a little as he moved his jaw, the tiny hammer inside each ear making a clicking noise as he manually attempted to re-right his head's inner pressure, with moderate success.
Hearing floated back into his repertoire of useful qualities, sounds finally starting to make sense as he looked on at what appeared to be a Stone Henge wannabe display. At the foot of one of the pillars was a man, or thing. Whatever the ******** it was was currently vomiting its guts out by what Tezuka could tell, the man's upper lip twitching as the being split it all over the ground. "Shiii~" He took a pivoting step, getting a better view even if the sight he was looking at wasn't all that pretty to begin with. This had to be the enemy that had shown up at the Administration office in Squad 1. And, if it was exactly that, he had little to no chance of even stepping closer to it without reverting to the emphysema-like state he'd been placed in back there not even minutes ago. And he didn't want that.
But his fears seemed to evaporate and literally turn to dust before his eyes, watching as the same individual that had been vomiting suddenly dissipate into the wind like sand. This only brought on confused expressions and a multitude of questions from Tezuka. He cocked his head to the right just a fraction, a confused frown on his mug as he took a few steps forward, still weary of setting foot on the ground. It only took a few more steps, but his feet touched.
Cautiously he drew a little closer the columns, his head still to the side. Instinctively his hands were already grasping his sheathed zanpakuto. Squinting his eyes he just stared at the spot where the man had once been.
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 8:21 pm
Maikeru had only gone about the length of the football field before already finding it difficult to breath with all the reiatsu in the air, damn damn damn damn I can barely breath, I likely won't make it more then a few more strides, and I can't stop shaking! DAMN!! Maikeru slammed his fist into the ground creating a small dent. He looked up and shot off as fast as he could, hoping, praying to whatever shinigami prayed to, that those distant figures in black wouldn't die because of him.
Barely five steps later Captain Fefnir appeared in front of him holding out his hand like he heard police do in the real world. With the additional spirit pressure Maikeru's vision was getting blurry and his hearing going out and coming back in waves. "..back. I will...im........I'll win" Maikeru fell to the ground thinking this would be a horrible story to tell his grandchildren...beaten by someones aura, pathetic. His subconcious chuckled as Maikeru let the pressure send him into a state of unconciousness. You aren't ready yet, you remind me of Kelsier, but not quite, wait a while longer and we can meet. Maikeru's state lightened from a state less of unconciousness and into more of a deep sleep.
He snored, sprawled on the ground where Fefnir had left him, with a small amount of drool destined to leave the corner of his mouth if he wasn't moved soon.
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Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 3:07 pm
"What is this?" he thought to himself, his fingers grasping uslessly at the vapourous shadows that were dancing around him, slowly becoming aware of himself again Zaine tried to speak up but found that the words died on his tongue, "Damn, what the hell is this place?" he thought angrily, twisting around he shuddered as the fingers of shadow rustled dryly on his face, through the shades he could barely make out the terrain of Sokyoku hill, and the others that were around it. Pointing to the direction of the vauge shapes he commanded, "Hado #4! Byakurai!" he was shocked to find not even a spark dancing off the tip of his finger, keeping the finger pointed he attempted to summon a Wind Waker into existence and once more failed.
"Give it up pup, this is some high level Sealing here." Fenris growled in his ear, the spirit sounded highly perturbed, and Zaine realized with a start that she was standing next to him, well not truely but as an emphereal shade.
"My sister is right, this is beyond anything we could even hope to scratch." the calming voice of Fenrir muttered on Zaine's other side, and just as his sister he was there but not truely. His usually complacent face tinged with worry and shock.
"What do you mean?! I'm Stuck in here?" Zaine thought frantically, "No dammit! I won't be a victim in this!" he thought angrily, reaching back he grabbed his zanpakuto and held it out, "Bare your fangs and Howl! Za Shotou Ookami!" he commanded internally but to no avail, cursing himself mentally he tried to make his way towards the 'wall' and contact his comrades, but it was as if he ran on a treadmill, going nowhere at all.
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