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 Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 11:01 pm
Nagi hadn't made it very far when a large black butterfly perched upon his shoulder. Freezing on the spot of the message it read off to him, he found his body go stiff as if he were just struck by a bolt of lighting. The scene around him began to flicker as his eyes wanted to suddenly roll to the back of his head. Fighting the urge to faint on the spot, Nagi knelt down as the insect fluttered away. Staring blankly at the grass, his own heartbeat thumped inside his ears like a taunting drum.
How... is that possible? Did Daven really...
Mentally pausing his own question, he did not dare finish it. There were many things in this world that Nagi was so unable to understand. One of which was the fact that he was still in the land of the dead. He had lived once and remembered what it was like to leave that life in a horrible way- But to have it happen all over again? What was the point of living just to die then do it again?
Feeling his hands grow clammy, he clutched the cloth of his hakuma as the truth sank in further. Daven was gone, and there was nothing he could do about it. Nagi was unfit to save or help anyone at this point. In fact, he didn't have a single clue as to what was happening because he had been out of it for so long. He wasn't even sure if he could still use kido anymore. Just what good was he now?
Yuki...
The thought of something happening to her was almost to unbearable to comprehend. If something happened to Daven, then just what became of everyone else?
Questions upon questions formed inside his mind and there were no answers to clear them.
'Let it go for now. You know what you need to do...'
Dammit...
Returning to his feet, Nagi heaved a deep and steady sigh. Allowing his mind to clear, he began to focus on the energy inside his body. It tingled with uneasy restlessness- perhaps from the rage he had been keeping inside. He just couldn't let himself go just yet. He was not going to run away from it anymore. There were still those he wanted to protect and he wasn't going to give up until he was sure that everything was going to be okay.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 11:14 pm
It was within that moment a dark slit carved its way out of thin air and tore open to reveal a figure standing within. With his hands folded lazily across his chest, Torrik stepped out of the gaping fizzure and rested his eyes upon this new specimen. The former third espada had abandoned his post to fulfill his more personal tasks. After tearing through his reins, he sought to explore the land of the dead to ease his constant curiosity. These shinigami creatures to him were no less irritating than other arrancar. Their constant need to grow more powerful and strong reminded him of cockroaches skittering around to find scraps of food. The moment the light turned on, they scattered as if a bomb had been dropped in their midst but if a bomb really had gone off, they'd still remarkably be alive while the world around them crumbled. Such an aimless lifestyle. Torrik was unable to understand just how the cretins could allow themselves to live like that.
Giving the shinigami a light nod, the arrancar greeted him like any other. This man was no longer an enemy to him unless the man wished it. Torrik was simply too lazy to go into any all-out fight even if he were challanged. Maybe this shinigami was just as apathetic as he was.
You look a wreck though don't you? Just the feel of you makes me want to wet myself with laughter. So emotional and weak...
More taunting thoughts continued to creep through the arrancar's mind but he wasn't really willing to say any of it. Instead, he just lightly shook his head as if he pitied this shinigami.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 11:28 pm
Nagi's eyes widened as this creature appeared before him. Appalled by the very sight of an arrancar, he gritted his teeth to the point of biting his own lip. Ignoring the pain and the taste of blood, he fought hard to hold back his searing rage but his sanity easily slipped from his grasp. He had felt this way before toward another enemy and didn't wish to ever feel this way again. This time, he was completely taken off guard. Although he had never seen this particlar man before in his life, it didn't matter to him. An arrancar was still an arrancar and the the last thing he wanted to see was an arrancar. Why now?
Before, Nagi was well aware that his body was still in no condition to do battle but now was different. If this monster was indeed here to attack him, he wasn't going to lie down and let that happen.
"Why!?" he suddenly shouted, not bothering to hold his composure. "Why have you come to torment me? Is it a ******** fight you want?!"
That tingle from before had begun to vibrate violently inside his right shoulder as if it were trying to flow inside the arm. Like a flowing river colliding with a dam, it built up more and more.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 11:38 pm
Feeling the unmistakable rage of a wounded animal, Torrik narrowed his sharp eyes at this man. It wasn't particularly a glare but more of a "I can't believe you just swore like that" kind of look. Sort of how an elder brother would scold the younger for his potty mouth. Wondering just where he could obtain some nasty floral scented soap to clean out this guy's mouth, the arrancar let out a "tch" as he glanced away. Looking as though he were uninterested in this man, he briefly wondered just why he wasn't attacking him. Was this guy just waiting for the sucker-punch?
Gotta give him credit I suppose...
Now curious as to just who this person was, Torrik began to examine the man's growing spirit pressure. He was somewhat surprised that the pressure was nearly even with his own. Then again, the guy was a mental wreck- thus making him weak.
Reading the messages his evil typewriter of a brain produced for him, Torrik grinned slightly as a particularly good idea came to him. He was going to have some fun with this guy.
Simply raising one foot to step forward, Torrik disappeared in the blink of an eye and reappeared behind the shinigami with his clawed finger in the guy's ear.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 11:43 pm
His senses snapping as a unwanted sensation protruded from his earlobe, Nagi darted forward in a single shun-po step. Appearing just a few feet away, he once again faced this creature, now with murderous intent. He had no doubts that the arrancar could sense his distraught and wanted to mess around with him for his twisted pleasure. Nagi wasn't going to stand for this. It didn't take the nagging voice inside his mind to tell him to stand up for himself. Now it was time to start thinking again.
Just by looking at this creature, he was thin and lean- no doubt built for speed. That would be a very good reason for how the arrancar was able to get behind him undetected and so quickly. He was quiet too- almost too quiet. The most arrancar Nagi had ever met were talkative and arrogant. Was this guy just posing as the strong silent type?
"Who are you?" he asked, trying to sound calm. He at least wanted to know the name of this silent aristocrat before they engaged any further.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 11:54 pm
Cocking his head to the side slightly, Torrik felt as though he were being treated like some dog expected to take the command of his master. He had finally escaped from all of that and now this a-hole had to come along. Although he was reluctant to speak and obey, he decided it would be rude not to respond to his request. At least it would be nice to get a similar response in return.
"Quinones Torrik Acilino." he replied, his voice almost a whisper. It had been so long since he had spoken that the muscles in his throat were weak. (They were at least strong enough to let him swallow fish.)
Unlike most of the other shinigami Torrik had met, this one looked plain and bore no fascinating attributes. The tattoos under the eyes were nothing compared to the ones he'd seen and the haircut reminded him of a punk he once kicked his shoe at. However, there was something that caught his eye and that was the strange sword that was slung over the shinigami's back. It was obviously made of wood and was just as plain and boring as the person who was wearing it. Once again, the evil typewriter jotted down another note and handed it to him. What a fun game- playing keep-away with the stick...
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 6:37 am
((I hope you don't mind my intrusion but I figured that this would be a good time for Nagi to finally meet one of his subordinates.))
Sonia approached the kido range, more curious to actually explore the grounds for Fifth Squad than to practice. But as she thought about it, the idea formed that actually practicing would be good for her. If only to bleed off the tension that had begun to build up since fighting two of her squadron mates in the seating tournaments. She wasn't worried about her position because she had somehow managed to beat both of her opponents despite her Seventh Seat position but the fact that Raz and Namon were fighting each other. Her thesis was that she had defeated both due to their underestimation of her ability as a seventh seat and had held back because of it; but they were ranked so close together that they wouldn't be able to misjudge their opponent's strength and would fight all the harder for it.
"It's so damn typical, but did I really win or we they taking it easy on me because I'm a woman fighting against them. Hmph! I hate waiting for the results of these kinds of things because you invariably become more anxious than is warranted for such a situation." Sonia muttered and complained to herself not really paying much attention to where she was going until she felt something forcibly push upon her senses. Her head snapped up as she looked around; she could feel Captain Nagi's spiritual pressure begin to rise. Though in most cases the other members of Fifth squad would probably wave it off as the Captain practicing at the kido range, Sonia having never really spent much time with the Captain was tempted to see him in action.
Altering her route she moved towards the climbing reiatsu, curious to see what kido he was going to perform and why it needed it so much strength. Mentally, she began to name the kido that would require a great amount of spiritual power to perform and remembered that Suri had mentioned that Captain Nagi was a stickler for using incantations. So when Sonia rounded the bend she was completely taken by surprise to see an Arrancar there.
So close to the scene, Sonia could really sense the currents of power that existed in this small space and realized that Captain Nagi and this Arrancar were on par with one another. She had stumbled onto a captain leveled altercation, and as much as she wanted to panic she held herself in check with her iron will and thought out what she should do. What she came up with was something she didn't like but it was the best option, unlike most who would send up a flare to get attention she realized that if more people got involved the less Nagi would be able to engage the opponent. He would be too concerned with the well being of his squad to fight at full force against such an opponent.
Limited to one person, there was a better chance that he could fight at full strength, especially if it was in tandem with a capable seated officer. Drawing her Zanpakuto, Sonia slid her fingers along the flat of the blade as she whispered, "Dance upon the High Seas, Nanami!" Sonia's reiatsu grew for a moment and spiked as the blade of Zanpakuto grew and became an argent-blue and the tsuba flared out to become an elaborate bell type guard with waves rendered upon it. The hilt grew longer and canted slightly towards the end even as the tassels grew longer.
For the same reason no one would notice the captain's reiatsu grow at the kido range, neither should the arrancar or the captain consider her reiatsu spiking at the kido range. Holding the hilt tightly in her right hand, Sonia sidled quietly and peaked her head around the corner again to see what was going on and when she would be best off for making her sneak attack against the Arrancar.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 12:58 pm
Never having heard that name before, Nagi briefly wondered if this arrancar was seriously a pupil of Aizen's. Then again, the last time Nagi was in Las Noches, he sought out to find one arrancar and one arrancar only. This one sounded as though he had throat cancer of some kind. Perhaps is the reason why he was so silent.
"I'm Nagiko Shibasaburo." Nagi replied, returning the same awkward greeting. He didn't bother to add his current title for he had a good reason to leave his white haori behind. He was unfit to be captain. It was as simple as that. "What do you want with me?"
After asking that question, Nagi suddenly felt his face grow cold as he noticed the location of the arrancar's gaze. Ever since he could remember, Nagi always felt uneasy whenever someone tried to touch or take his zanpaku-to.
'Quit friggen moping.' the voice in his head scolded. 'You're not going to die here so you'd better move your a** and do something about this.'
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 1:50 pm
((Yes, I am about to puppetmaster with permission... and because I can.))
Ignoring the shnigami's pointless insecurities, Torrik took a step forward and vanished once again. In a split second, the strap that secured the bamboo sword to the shinigami's back snapped and the arrancar reappeared with his target acquired. In one hand, he held up the bulky light stick this shinigami called a weapon. A taunting grin spread across his lips- a real indicator behind his snarky intent.
Is this going to piss you off?
Judging by the tension buildup, this shinigami was most likely going to explode. Torrik was more than ready to defend against an attack from a wild angry beast. Devoting his life to antagonizing the injured, Torrik was well aware of the consequences that were sure to follow. To provoke something angry resulted in bloody mangling- sort of like how crazy humans put bloody chunks of meat in the water to attract the sharks... and they wonder why they get bitten so much... Just like all those other dumb ambitious people, Torrik was just curious. He wanted to see just how far this could go before this guy lost his mind.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 10:44 pm
Unable to believe what just happened, Nagi felt a cold wave flush over him as if part of his soul had been ripped away from his body. This was the first time somebody else held his beloved Tenchi-kyougai and it was taken from him nonetheless. It had been so easy for this arrancar to do! Did Nagi just let his guard down or was he really this weak? The pressure in his right shoulder began to double- violently trembling under his skin causing the limb beneath it to grow numb. Was it because of this arm that he was unable to fight? The angrier Nagi became, the more he cursed himself for his weakness.
'YOU IDIOT! Forget about the dam stick for a moment and focus on the fact that this guy is walking all over you. Just because he has that zanpaku-to does not mean I am not a part of you!' Tenchi lectured. 'Just because that arm is no longer yours doesn't mean you cannot make it yours either. It is my side that controls that arm, not you. I can use it. My power is there but in order for it to work, you have to swallow your pride and believe that it'll work.'
As the Zanpaku-to spoke, Nagi began to remember just what happened before he left to the real world. He had went to save Yuki from the clutches of Las Noches and his battle with Hogosha ended with his victory but at the cost of his right arm. When he arrived at the fourth division hospital, his arm had been restored by Ishi Riki- an arrancar posing as a traitor to Aizen. Her ability to create new objects from other like materials made this possible. She had used the arm of a gigai to form him a new limb of flesh. Although it did not match his own body in color, it was still better than nothing at all. Unfortunately, once Nagi awoke, he felt as though his arm was still missing and was unable to use the new limb. Since his right arm had been formerly used as his focus point for kido, he was devastated by the idea of not being able to cast ever again. Not only that, but he personally witnessed Ishi's betrayal and deep down, he was skeptical of the new arm she gave him. In fact he hated it. He detested the fact that she had gotten away with her crimes and left something for him to remember it by. Those negative thoughts made him spite his new limb. She may as well of tattooed "I'm stupid" on his forehead.
Now it all came down to this- Tenchi actually needed him and believed in him for the first time. This was strange to him, considering the Zanpaku-to was wiser and far more decisive than Nagi. Even if it was a part of himself, Tenchi was still Tenchi.
Tenchi, if you think it is possible, then I believe in you. That shinai may be just a useless stick to you but to me it is a memory I cannot afford to lose!
As if the dam in his shoulder had ruptured, the spirit energy within shot down the limb and pooled into his fingertips. As his right eye began to dilate, his senses became clear, casting all worries and thoughts aside. Holding his right hand close to his chest, Nagi's fingertips began to tingle and burn as a chant formed in his mind. His two-toned eyes locked onto his target, they portrayed no mercy.
Seconds later, he completed the mental chant by shouting, "Rikujokoro!" while thrusting his arm outward and pointing his index finger at the target, emitting a bright flash of light.
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2009 10:11 pm
Enters the room and looks around pretty scared at every one there.
"Hellou can some one help me train my kido lol ?"
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