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 Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 1:33 pm
He continued to sway gently, back and forwards, side to side, and his zanpaktou began to gently whistle as it was gently moved from side to side, the whistling coming from the sheer sharpness of the blade. It was as if it was cutting the wind in two as he slowly moved it. He closed his eyes completely, but it was as if he could still feel his surroundings as he stood there and he grinned as he gently gontinued, the zanpaktou continued to whistle by his side and he started to spin it in his hand as he moved, the whistling sound increasing the more that he turned the blade around in his hand. The shaft was just a straight pole, a normal peice of wood, and the blades were nothing special, not very long, one going left on the top and the other going right on the bottom. He smirked as he swing it though, actually FEELING the weapon, as if it were a part of him.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 1:37 pm
As he continued to move, swinging to and fro, spinning his zanpaktou, the whistling noises turned into far more then just wind whistling. He could hear actual whistling now, as if the blades were singing to him, a forbidden tune to all ears but the soul's. He smirked as he listened carefully to this song that the weapon was singing, though anyone else around would barely even hear the whistling wind from the blades, it was as if the sounds were amplified only for Haro's ears. He swung the blade a little faster, wanting to hear more of this tune...wanting to meet his zanpaktou's soul personally, and wanting it to share it's greatness with him. The whistling got much louder as the blade swung faster, almost as loud as if the person was standing next to him, whistling in his ear. But as faster more the blade sounded out, the whistling grew louder, but a voice would emerge from the depths of the whistles as well.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 2:02 pm
He listened carefully, though he still payed attention to every movement his hands caused his weapon to make. He made absolute certain that he did not go out of control and hit someone, even though his eyes were closed and it seemed that he wouldn't be able to see where people were. He listened to the tune more carefully...medium...long...medium medium....short short....short short. He timed the sounds, listening carefully how long they went. It was always a long stretched out whistle, a short blast or a semi-short medium whistle. But the tune carried off into the winds as if it were some sort of spell binding magic. He could hear a gruff voice singing now, something that sounded....like it was pure evil. The words were no language he had ever heard before...but they rang into his ears like they were a message straight from hell.
Irgendwo lauert ein Biest innerhalb dessen,
Sobald Sie es einlassen sollen.
Irgendwie werde ich Ihnen helfen zu gewinnen,
Irgendwie, wenn die Zeit kommen soll.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 2:06 pm
The words were like nails against chalk to his ears, but at the same time, for some unknown reason, he listened carefully, because it made him feel comforted. The weapon itself looked like it were something deat hwould use, but Haro always used it for justice, he would never do evil with it. So...maybe just like he, the being within his zanpaktou, sounded evil and satanic, though was interested in justice like he was. He smirked as he began to spin the blades faster. Sing to me....sing to me more. I want to hear your message. He pleaded as he stood there, swining the zanpaktou. He began to hear more words, wit hthe same demonic preasence as before. But he was not firghtened of them...he was warmed by them.
Die Zeit für den Körper, um sich zu treffen, ist es Seele,
Um wiederaufzubauen, ist es verlorenes Loch von Meinungen.
Die sehnsüchtige geistige Gebühr zu befestigen,
Sie werden das lebende Biest lassen.
Aber wenn Sie tun, sollen Sie wissen,
Dass das Biest vertrieben werden und gehen muss.
Wenn Sie jemals das Loch nehmen und nähen sollen,
Gehen Sie jetzt und töten Sie das Biest für immer.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 2:13 pm
He smirked as he stood there, and he continued to swing it, though he did not increase the speed...because deep down he knew the weapon would keep talking, keep singing to him even if he did not continue to swing it for the whistlign winds. He halted it, stopping the blade inches from a tree and then placing it to his side, gripping it tightly still as he strained his ear, listening for more of the song that he was being sung. After not to long the whistling trailed back to his ears, that same melody as before, and then those creepy sounding words made their way into his mind as well.
Er soll Ihre wirkliche Meinung plagen und dachte,
Und jeder und alles haben Sie gesucht.
Er wird alles zerstören, dass Sie unterrichtet worden sind,
Er wird nicht derjenige sein, um Ihnen Macht zu geben.
Lassen Sie mich Sie durch Ihren Pfad führen,
Glauben Sie mich Junge, tun Sie gerade die Mathematik.
Gerade mitgekommen jetzt, seien Sie nicht doof.
Ich werde derjenige sein, um Ihnen Macht zu geben.
Das Vertrauen auf die Klingen, die vom Holz hängen,
Gerade wie Ihr Vater sagte, dass Sie sollten.
Als er Ihnen sagte, dass er glaubte, dass Sie konnten,
Und gab mich Ihnen, um zu geben, Sie rasen.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 2:24 pm
Haro grinned as he stood there still with his zanpaktou gripped tightly. He listened for more, but slowly the wistling faded away and he strained his mind for the words once more. He wanted to hear more of the song, he wanted to be able to understand the song...but he couldn't, he was completely helpless as he stood there, straining to talk with the weapon some more, or at least hear it's disturbing voice, for that voice was so comforting, no matter how demonic it was. "Speak to me....say something again." Haro whispered, wanting to to talk to him again.
Hören Sie mir mein Junge zu. Sie sollen mich ... verwenden und mich gut .... verwenden bezweifeln es nicht. Eines Tages. Sie sollen die Wörter verstehen, die ich sage.
"Wait a second....one day I will understand you....that's what you're saying right now correct? But that is all I understand...most of what you're saying is complete jibberish." He said, heaving a sigh.
Sieh .... Sie beginnen bereits, es jetzt zu tun. Alle rechtzeitig sollen Sie mein jedes Wort verstehen.
"It's not fair!" Haro growled. "I don't want to know it 'all in good time' I want to know what you're saying now!" He said. "Like the words to the song...what are they?" He asked.
Das Lied wird zu Ihnen schließlich kommen. Wenn Sie Macht gewinnen, sollen die Wörter zum Lied aparent werden, der eine Versprechung ist.
Haro sat down, heaving a sigh as he sat there, wondering what the heck the weapon was saying to him...but at least he had made his first contact with the weapon's soul. He was happy for this, and he was extatic to be able to understand more of what the soul spoke to him, for now though, he only understood bits and peices.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 2:29 pm
After his little convorsation with his zanpaktou Haro felt very energised and he grinned brightly as he looked around and he drew in a longbreath and held it, looking around in complete peice, his eyes now open and he held the zanpaktou with a new appreciation for the item. He smiled brightly and he continued ot do his training, but now it wasn't going to be mental training like he had just been doing, talking to his weapon's soul. This time he was going to do some physical training. He grabbed ahold of his zanpaktou tightly, his hands holding on with all their might as he looked at the tree beside him. He took a deep breath and he spun on his left heel, gaining momentum and then cleaving down towards the tree, seeing if he could cut it right in half. But the blade smacked into the treewith a thud, going no more then three inches into it. He sighed as he tried to pull it out, but the blade was stuck. He couldn't get it out. He breathed heavily as he began to pull on it, trying his hardest to get it out of the tree.
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Raw Butter rolled 2 20-sided dice:
3, 18
Total: 21 (2-40)
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 2:59 pm
Ethan moved to slow to avoid the attack, and Masura's Zanpaktou dug into Ethan's shoulder. Crying out in pain, Ethan knew the "eye for an eye" saying was in play here. Stepping forward into another thrust, Ethan attempted to stab his own blade once again into Masura's belly.
[Dodge:3+15=18]
[Attack:18+6=24]
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 6:12 pm
A few more attempts and a few more explosions later, they gave up and went back to fighting with their zanpakutou... All the while, a figure sat atop the temple, chuckling to himself... " hehehe...look at those two go...they really are clueless...it's time I taught those two a lesson..." *with a snap of his fingers, he vanished from sight...* Shunketsu and Shunketsu2 were about to charge at eachother once again, but they stopped mid stride and just kind of froze. Then, they each turned their heads in the direction of the temple entrance...and both had a pretty confused o_O look on their faces... All the cacti that were scattered around, and the lumps of sand were lined up in one line side by side...Suddenly, all the lumps of sand moved forward, forming something like a front line of a battalion or some other offensive force. Arms came out of the lumps and faces started to form. "OH SCHNAPS!" "OH SCHNAPS!"Then the cacti started to uproot themselves, pulling one leg out of the ground at a time. Three holes on each of the cacti became visible, forming something similar to a face. They then began making the most annoying sound anyone's ever heard... "HOLY @#$%!!!" "HOLY @#$%!!!""You think they're friendly?" A single cactus needle was shot and grazed past Shunketsu2's face. "aww hell naw..."[51]
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 6:28 pm
"...I thought as much....where is your kill?....All of what you have been through does not urge you to destroy anyone and anything before they get the chance to harm you?" ".....Leave me alone...I'm not of any use to anyone.....worthless.....why do you stay? I can't do anything..." " Silence......Your spiritual power is more abundant than any shinigami I have encountered.....and your spiritual pressure could be delicious....your a wild being, child.....yet you fear being mistreated and choose to remain as you are and submit rather than dominate....you refuse to explode in rage....you refuse to embrace your rage-" "I...don't have any..." "...hmph....child..." "....Go away...." Rei would stir and cringe and slowly get up despite where he had been injured. Sure, he had been healed, but he showed nothing in the way of lag, just as though he had woken up from bed....or a mild nightmare with the expression on his face. Rei would clutch the side of his face closest to Kaosu and cringe, gritting his teeth as he slid his legs to the side so he was dangling his legs over the side. "Jus...go away.." He mumbled to himself, rubbing his face. Noticing that Kaosu was on the bed next to him he quickly changed from burdened and slightly angry, to how he usually was. With a disgruntled sigh through his nostrils he spoke without looking directly at him, his smokey eyes depressed and receded. "I....I'm sorry I didn't give you more of a challenge...I have no excuse..." He said sadly, lowering his head and slumping his shoulders. He took his sheath from where he placed it on his belt and re-sheathed his zanpaktou and used it to help him up lazily. He stood for a moment and then took up his sword in hand as he usually carried it and went to the entrance of the medical tent. The black chains that had been broken would suddenly reform and connect in a strange way similar to how a Hollow's mask would reform if it was nicked, only it was black instead of white. As this went on he seemed to have an ominous shadow hang over him for a second and the air became stale for but a moment then it was gone and normal again.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 7:43 pm
Sensei Fou looked at him and noted the concern in his voice and how he seemed to be dead serious. It was hard to say but Sensei Fou could not believe him. Not today, of all days. "I am sorry Karite, but if you want me to leave this place you will have to take the gi from me. It is the only way, it is the code we live by. The order given by the Grandmaster cannot be broken."
Karite clenched his fist in rage. If he was not to be believed by him he would have to waste his energy fighting Fou. Karite began trying to form his Reiatsu into his fist to finish this quickly, but nothing happened. It seemed his reiatsu was accessible in this realm "What the hell? I can focus my spiritual energy here. This is not going to be as easy as I thought." Karite thought getting ready for a beating.
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Tsujimura Nobuo generated a random number between
5 and 15 ...
6!
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 7:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 7:53 pm
The cacti unleashed a barrage of needles upon the two, and they responded by diving in opposite directions, rolling away from the barrage. After the initial barrage, the sand monsters and the cacti both charged in at the two, surrounding them in the meantime... "I guess we have no choice but to fight..." Shunketsu2 just slashed a sand freak in half horizontally, causing it to collapse on itself into nothing more than sand... "Wha? Did you say something?"Shunketsu just slashed a cacti in half vertically...causing it to split in two and fall to the ground in pieces... "nevermind!" Shunketsu didn't really know how many were there, but he estimated there were about 70 sand monsters and 30 cacti... *Slash* A sand monster collapses into nothing... *Slash* A cactus falls to the ground and spills its internal liquid... [52]
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Tsujimura Nobuo rolled 2 20-sided dice:
1, 9
Total: 10 (2-40)
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 7:57 pm
Masaru gained a bit of confidence in himself as his blade cut through the shoulder of his opponent. He watched the blood whip off the tip of his blade as he finished his swing, but his security soon left him as he saw a familiar attack coming toward him; the strike that ended him last time. He dropped the blade downward to block by flipping his wrists, but the blade passed by him and pierced his mid-section again, just missing his old wound. With the blade still in his stomach, he raised his sword high and aimed for his opponent's neck and dropped his sword with a powerful swing.
[Dodge: 1 + 12 = 13]
[Attack: 9 + 6 = 15]
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Raw Butter generated a random number between
11 and 24 ...
14!
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 8:06 pm
2-Handed Damage:
Masura's HP: 22-14=8
Ethan's HP: 22-6=16
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