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 Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 2:56 am
a fight to the death, the character that loses can never again be used in roleplay by the loser period, if you dont like my terms then back out.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 12:58 pm
 I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
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The elixir of life was a slash to the stomach by a god. A man who was half overwhelming force half immovable object. Ketsu Eki, the god of blood, and the captain of squad eleven. A man with a special gift, and a special purpose, unbeknownst to most. But today, he was lounging on the grass of the soft plains outside of his squad, and relaxing. The blades of grass slid softly across his skin, soothing his battle scarred body. Closing his eyes, he prepared to rest, the drowsiness of a long life filled him, and consumed him to slumber. The sky was bright today with the light blue essence in the air, and the heat of the sun shining down on the sleeping prince. Relaxation was a virtue, and for once he could enjoy it.
But, a presence loomed overhead today, one that was unseen for many a year. That of an arrancar. ignoring it, his blade lay on its side, as he opened an eye. This one, had something to it. "******** me. . . " The monster murmured under his breath, as he rose to his feet, his right hand gripping his zanpakutou. The flowers were in bloom, and they refused to show themselves today. This beast had ruined a perfectly good rest. Ketsu's disjointedness to the situation slowly began to dissipate as he saw the man who he was destined to fight. That red hair, and his look. He had scars as well, but did he have the fighting spirit, or the pure power of squad eleven?
"Alright, come on out then kid. Let's see if you have anything worth taking from you. Maybe your life is worth something. Haha. The 'names Ketsu! Ketsu Eki. This here is Hateshiganai!" Smashing his palm against the side of his hilt, it made a 'thump' sound that echoed lightly. Scratching his head for a moment, he whispered. "And this here is Shukketsu Suru. . ." He poked the side of his skull, a foreshadow of a forgotten truth. Raising his left fist into the air, his right hand covered the top of his face like a visor. Reaching outward, he clenched his outreached fist.
As if to grab the sky itself.
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If you p***k us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge? -William Shakespeare
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 7:18 pm
Dalaga chuckled as another shinigami ran from him, his dark eyes following them in their path to the hiding places they chose, the bloodlust he seemed to leak from every pore in his body was to much for the weaker ones to handle, his aura matched that of an arrancar though after learning to control his reishi during the sixteen hundred years of his current life cycle he could imitate almost any feel he wanted. He was enjoying being seen again after all this time, when soul society thought him dead he had grown bored, he missed being chased for his long forgotten 'crime' that had gotten him apparently executed by the captains he had not slain during the rampage of his first hollow transformation, the lack of control he had was a distant memory now.
When he layed eyes on the current captain of squad eleven, the replacement for the one he slayed previous, he could almost smell the taint of his energy from even this distance. Knowing a fight was unavoidable he decided to push his white coat aside, showing his long time ally Benka and next to it on the hip of his hakama was the symbol for squad five.
"Captain...I presume you would like to be called Kenpachi given your rank and squad...my name is Dalaga Helios, terror of the spell and the sword, someone you would do well to kill before i get the chance to get my blade into your flesh."
He said with a bemused tone in his voice, his smile wide on his right side, same as his blade, his left hand starting to move around to grip the handle of his zanpakuto, a shine gleaming from the lenses of his silver rimmed glasses.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 7:30 pm
you cant post this until i see your profile
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 12:51 am
Well i havent seen your profile and don't plan to look at it, i like to be suprised...but if you insist on having the advantage i can send you a link to the profile...
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 1:34 am
yeah. I do. The purpose is to prevent you from pulling abilities not on the profile which is god modding.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 1:43 am
For christ sakes sayimg that is as bad as saying that im a god modder which really pisses me off...all of his important abilitys are on this Profile ...i have never god modded in my entire rp history, it is really annoying to hear about wanting to prevent me from god modding when you dont even know me...i havent accused you of any such thing or even insenuated that you might so would you please knock it off? The only powers that i have that are not on there is what i did on my post and the effects of my gloves which only work when my hand for whichever glove is empty...the left absorbs kido based attacks simply defeating them and the right disperses the energy to the same end...i havent had the chance to ever fully complete the profile but as you can see at the top of it i am a vizard, the look of my mask being the design in my signature.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 3:46 am
Dalaga Helios For christ sakes sayimg that is as bad as saying that im a god modder which really pisses me off...all of his important abilitys are on this Profile ...i have never god modded in my entire rp history, it is really annoying to hear about wanting to prevent me from god modding when you dont even know me...i havent accused you of any such thing or even insenuated that you might so would you please knock it off? The only powers that i have that are not on there is what i did on my post and the effects of my gloves which only work when my hand for whichever glove is empty...the left absorbs kido based attacks simply defeating them and the right disperses the energy to the same end...i havent had the chance to ever fully complete the profile but as you can see at the top of it i am a vizard, the look of my mask being the design in my signature. Two things! #1: Pretty sure he didn't accuse you of anything nor insinuated anything >> #2: It's his job as a crew to make sure no one godmods, so calm down hotpants >w> -Edit- One more thing! Taking preventative measures is also part of his job and in no way accuses you of anything nor insinuates that you would do anything bad. It's natural to want to make sure a fight is fair and that bad things don't happen when they can be prevented before they even manifest! Yesh! emotion_dealwithit
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 6:25 am
alright my internet at home is down... So hiatus for now.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 6:32 am
Awesome Sensei alright my internet at home is down... So hiatus for now. Nuuu, I need you to give me a rank in squad 11 D:
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 7:33 pm
I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
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[first off, you cannot use anything besides your double strength and speed for your vizard mask, and if push comes to shove, I will have ketsu remove his handicaps haha]
Snorting at the man's presence, the man let out a smile. "Alright don't call me kenpachi. I don't wear an eye patch. Second, your blade can taste my flesh, if mine can take your life." He thought for a moment to himself, the name. It should sound so familiar.Wait. Nothing. Not even a single dot touched his mind. This man appeared to be a fluke. A fake without a proper home, traveling with the stigma of being a hollow. He was going to understand that the name Ketsu Eki was echoed in the hearts of the most powerful hollows, and the strongest of warriors. He was the god of blood, the strongest of fighters, and the sexiest of lovers. Licking his lips, the man had nothing that Ketsu couldn't handle.
"Perhaps if he had a bit more muscles he would look intimidating. . ." Ketsu spoke his thoughts outloud, only to blush and laugh a bit. "Sorry, thinking outloud. You ******** worthless piece of s**t. Woops! Slipped again!" Within a moment's notice, he had his hand reaching outward. A bright aura covered his hand, as he began to speak. Confidence exploded from him, as his bright white teeth shined fallaciously, waiting to draw blood. "I can probably kill you without drawing my blade. No. I can kill you without drawing my blade. So. . .draw your sword, or I will break your neck."
The ground below them began to tremble, as Ketsu's eyes narrowed at the man. Smashing his fist into the air, his reiatsu rippled, as the sleeves of his haori disintegrated. His heavily toned yet large muscles bulged like each were weapons, through his thin black shirt. A breeze of wind brushed past the squad eleven captain, as his hair flowed behind him like a silver cloud, as his smile left his face, and his narrowed eyes flared with red. "Surasshu no Chi" Moving his hand quickly, a wave of blood launched from his fingertips. He could use blood without his weapon. A single p***k from his fingernail was on his hand, a single drop of blood had become a devastating attack.
As the wave launched forward, the ground beneath was ripped to shreds. Dirt, grass and flowers turned to mulch, as the large wave was the length of a large truck, and the thickness of a blade's edge. It would cut and shred, and tear the man to pieces. As the attack dissipated, Ketsu had ran his hands through his hair as his laughter returned to him. He was full of strength, and this man was pathetic.
He was less than a worm.
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If you p***k us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge? -William Shakespeare
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 11:28 pm
((just as i think i mentioned before, if not it doesnt really matter, as this is non story line rp our power levels are the same, so regardless of transformations our power will not be greatly seperate from each other, so i never even plan to use my mask. Of course we will keep in mind when one is built to be more physically powerful that one will have an edge or if one is built to be more towards speed then that one gets that advantage.))
Dalaga saw what the man was attempting and sighed, letting his coat again fall over his blade, letting his right hand hang loosely at his side, his smile fading while he felt the mans energy move towards his hand for a moment, obviously preparing to launch an attack of some sort.
"Kenpachi is the proper title for the strongest under the heavens, perhaps your new but every captain holding that squads captain position has been called that, but if your so self conscious about it I can only assume that you are as weak as anticipated."
He said just before the blood launched from Ketsu's hand, the bloody attack heading directly for its target as intended. Dalaga raised his hand toward the attack, his palm out facing it as the first portion slammed into him, intercepted by his simple action, the attack stopping dead in its tracks as all the energy put into the move separated from the physical portion, simply covering him with the blood that was meant to damage him, other then colored red he was fully unharmed, his feet not even moved an inch for how effectively the energy had been dispersed.
"Your quite confident in yourself aren't you boy? Perhaps you should think more about how you fight and not how you speak."
He said as he moved, flash stepping forward and to the side of the captain who had his hands in his hair, being so confident in himself that he thought he could do what ever he wished, how foolish of him.
"Hado thirty two: Okasen."
He said aiming a finger from his right hand towards the captains own left hip, launching a large arc of yellow electric energy towards him at close range, wishing that the captain would stop playing around already, he was insulting the name of squad eleven by not taking the fight seriously from the first place.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 11:48 pm
[][ OoC : BZZT!
You can't stop an attack simply by raisng your hand if you both are equal in power? I have never heard of separating the energies... No, natural science doesn't work like that, and neither does reiatsu. Let's see if anyone else agrees... ][]
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 12:17 am
YummyBiscuits [][ OoC : BZZT!
You can't stop an attack simply by raisng your hand if you both are equal in power? I have never heard of separating the energies... No, natural science doesn't work like that, and neither does reiatsu. Let's see if anyone else agrees... ][] Meh. It was a bit OP, but Ketsu was using the attack without his sword. Since he only used his hand, it makes sense that perhaps a hand could block it if it was covered with reiatsu. Maybe. Not sure. I didn't see it as a godmod.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 12:26 am
I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
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"Kenpachi is the strongest under the heavens. . .I am the strongest above as well." Ketsu smiled at the word weak. It was a plea to show what strength truly was. The man would find out, he would see what Ketsu was capable of, what sort of powerful things he could do with his blade. Later. For now, Ketsu would toy, and gauge the weaknesses of his opponent. Smiling for a moment, he watched as a shunpo placed his opponent close to him.
Okasen was sent flying at him, and with Ketsu's quick movement, he had dodged it in a heartbeat, as the attack slid past him even at the close range. A sweat drop fell from his eyes, as he looked disappointed. "Did you not fall for my trap? Or are you simply lucky?" Ketsu had used his accelerated probability, an attack that is difficult for him to use outside of his release. He used the lazy and relaxed stance as a way to exemplify the attack. Drawing his opponent in, the attack would make dodging or blocking easier, and avoid otherwise fatal attacks. For this particular attack, Ketsu was expecting something stronger than a low level hado.
"I was expecting a release, or a high leveled attack. You did good to not fall for it. . . or luck." That attack always winded Ketsu. As he jumped back a few paces back, he drew his blade. Perhaps truly would need it. As he prepared to attack, he paused.
"Wait!" He yelled, as he stuck his free hand out, his palm open, as he looked down to find something in his pocket. "Just a sec." He shunpoed away, and returned. "I had dropped my flask where we began to the fight. I needed something to drink." Taking a deep drink of his elixir of life, he smiled, and cringed. The stuff was strong, but it wasn't enough to get him drunk. "Alright. Face me with what you got." Crushing the flask in his hand, it dropped to the ground, and his stance returned. He chuckled lightly, and shunpoed behind his opponent, slashing with a powerful vertical attack, his other fist forward like a log to knock the man in the back. He remained completely silent during his attack. Ketsu's reiatsu was starting to rise again, and flux with power.
The illuminated captain's reiatsu was still growing, yet after it seemed to be limitless, it topped out. The ring on each thumb glowing brightly, and the crimson necklace on his neck raising from his chest. His face remained still, as the power retreated back into his body. It was wild and powerful, blood lust and a yearning for destruction lied within him. He appeared to be of a more destructive taint than that of most shinigami. And those eyes. They were still, staring into his opponent as he attempted his feat of cleaving. Ketsu didn't want death, but suffering before death. He wished to kill, and to have fun doing it. The crimson stillness he had about him screamed power, yet the eyes cried out insanity.
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If you p***k us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge? -William Shakespeare
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