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 Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 2:09 pm
MockaDash closed his left eye and grinned, as he lowered his head, just about when Asuma's Tenran was about to hit him. Shitsunen. The Captain whispered, and a large pillar of fire erupted around him. The fire gradually burned hotter, acquiring a blue tonality. Mock was still peacefully smoking within the pillar, unharmed by the kidou released at him.
Your memory does not seem good, Asuma-san. the Shinigami said, while reaching for his wakizashi and releasing the Zanpakutou. Mock was making a small cut on his left hand with the dagger, and as the blade absorbed the blood it grew in size and became dark. Have you forgotten about all those times where I spilled your blood? I can recognize the taste of it, like I can recognize my own. And especially after the addition of that bittersweet Zaigou tang to it!
I knew you were behind me from the start! As soon as the fire subdued, Mock shumpoed and appeared above Asuma. The Captain swung his large nodachi, in a similar manner as Asuma had, giving the impression that he was about to try and cast Tenran.
Instead of it, in the last moment, the Shinigami said. Hadou # 63 -- Raijouhou!!! In his left hand he had prepared the weaker version of this hadou - since he did not bothered to chant the incantation - and releasing it's energy through the tip of the large blade, Mock was able to release it by it as well. A large whirlwind of yellow Reiryoku burst from Mock's sword, and with aggressiveness matching that of Raikouhou traveled towards Asuma.
The whirlwind stopped twisting before reaching its target, however. Since the energies inside the hadou were not made to be cast in a spiral, but what this spiraling motion caused by adding the rotation, was drastically increase the power of the demon spell. Thus, nullifying the fact that it had been casted without the incantation.
Mock's left hand was slightly burned from casting the spell at such close range to his blade.
(( I'll try Tenran only in the next post. ))
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 3:33 pm
"Then you should know by now...slow attacks will never reach me."
As soon as Mock used the pillar of fire, Asuma knew all too well what would happen. Mock, while he was older, and stronger, was still the same person he had trained all those years ago. His fighting styles might have gotten better, but his habits hadn't changed in the least. Of course, Mock had gotten stronger over the years. It was only natural, since he had been given a captains position. But all the same, Asuma and Hogosha hadn't fallen behind. They had trained themselves over the years, building on what they both knew, advancing beyond what they had been before. Even with the heightened power from the spinning hadou, Asuma's blade quickly flew into the air, it's metal gleaming in the sunlight. As soon as Mock's attack hit the blade, the katana turned back into reiatsu, exploding in a cloud of crimson. The highly condensed reiatsu in the blade had knocked away the Raikoho, making it break apart and hit a few places around Asuma, but not hit the shinigami himself.
Quickly turning around and looking up, Asuma moved his right hand into the air, pointing his index finger right at Mock. "Gochūtekkan" As son as Asuma said the name of the bakudou, five pillars, made of his reiatsu, formed above and around Mock, each striking at a different point on his body. While Asuma had neglected Hadou's most of his shinigami life, he had more than worked on it with bakudou, finding that trapping your enemy was much more satisfying than simply killing them. It let it drag it out longer. Grinning, Asuma waited.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 4:44 pm
The particles of ash gathered around him, and gave form to five distinct (of what seemed to be) clouds of dust. As the pillars from Bakudo # 75 came at him, Mock simply grinned and made no effort whatsoever to dodge or block them, allowing himself to continue his descent towards Asuma.
Moetsuku. Mock said. The five clouds of dust hovering around him, were position in front of each single incoming pillar. The ash burst into flames, and violently exploded. Each pillar was effortlessly blown away, and MockaDash came out of the blast unharmed - since KaijinKami's fire do not affect him.
Who said anything about reaching you? I'm merely learning a kidou. Mock said, as he started to rotate the nodachi once more. Hadou # 58 -- Tenran!
Mock had performed a simple test. He used Raikouhou in order to get used to that particular kidou, as well as using it in the same manner as one casts Tenran in order to get a feel of how Tenran would be discharged. In one move, Mock had learned two things.
Using "his own" natural reiatsu, Mock discharged it into his hands and then into the Zanpakutou they were holding. After applying the spinning rotation to the reiryoku being focused (by rotating the blade that contained it) Mock released it and successfully casted the hadou.
At close range, the Tenran expanded towards Asuma. As Mock still came down at him, swing his sword at his neck. Using the gravity to provide momentum.
(( I achieved it in this post, since it's also fairly easy for Mock to execute it and understand its principles by now. Though if you don't deem it reasonable, I'll edit this post. ))
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 5:52 pm
»‡«Hatsume»‡« The young shinigami was pulled forward, yet again changing the actions occurring. Her blade missed as it moved to strike upwards, yet seemed to prevent itself from moving any farther back. While she was being pulled in, she couldn't help but to feel like a stuck fox having it's paw trapped in a metal jaw of some devise. Her foxen feet skid against the ground, raking the soil as she tried to keep herself from being yanked in. She had no choice; maybe a trick will make him let go of her hand? Just as he started going into that backwards rolling motion, did that trapped palm of her left hand seem to create, and manipulate a sudden bright flashing light. Blinding to anybody's eyes when up and close as Shinzou was; this foxfire flash was nothing more than a light trick in a attempt to hurt, blind, and confuse his senses enough to disorient things, the flash of white light built with a extremely light tint of blue also have out a ringing tone of sound. Ofcourse, this wouldn't affect those who were more than about... 4 feet away. They may even be completely safe at three feet distance. Hishida & Okojo shouldn't have anymore discomfort than simple dull burn for a second or two from seeing something so bright, or simply being distracted by the fire itself.
Shinzou on the otherhand was in full range of this defensive foxfire. If his eyelids were closed, the light would shine through the thin layer of skin as if it hadn't helped much at all.. Surely; if you placed a limb or arm or such infront of your eyes it'll block the light, buuut.. the likely of the chances of this wasn't high for Shinny-san. ninja Considering his left hand had her left foxfiring hand flashing at him; and his other was.... what was it doing anyways?
Ahh yes. The roll, Well blinding, having a ringing noise in your ears, or not... his rolling pursuit was being made. She was yanked along with as he went backwards, Making her first be ontop right? It was during this moment where she hoped he'd be confused or blinded enough to not fully see what was happening, but if he could- ohwell.. she'd do it anyways. Because at the moment of being over him and he was defending himself with his extended legs; She was careful, afterall she was being pulled along with because of her trapped hand. She would jab down her zanpacto as he was under her, not quite sure what it would hit with such quick bodily movements being made. >///<;;; Actually; she had it pictured in her mind ~~~ Skwere him to the ground! Either by his arm, leg, gut, head- Whatever ninja ~~~ Aye, if this attempt somehow failed and the continued roll finally got the fox to collapse upon the ground again, meaning he'd now be over her! Her legs bent close to her body; as if making herself into a ball. ;--; Her free arm pinned by his knee, although in a last attempt she'd kick upwards with a piglett like sqeal. crying Ofcourse if her kick didn't help her at all and she found his zanpacto greeting her throat. Her red eyes shifted down to try to see, before peeking back up at Shinny-san. confused Hrrm.. Major, we have a problem! A quirky smile shifted onto her face, with nothing much else attempted aside a single small word. "...hi!"
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 6:16 pm
Shinzou had completed everything out of instinct, since he knew what was going to happen the moment before it actually transpired. However, what he hadn't expected was how bright the foxfire would actually be. He was dazed, but again, still performed out of instinct with one small hitch, his right arm had dropped as he rolled instead of keeping his Zanpakutou up. This was lucky though in the his hand met her's as it sent the Zanpakutou stabbing down at him. This caused both Zanpakutou to be stuck in the ground and pulled from their user's grip. He sat on top of her, blinking for a moment before regaining his vision. "Seems like I have accomplished my goal. What do you say we leave Okojo and Hishida to fight against each other?" He asked carefully, still not letting her up or releasing his grip.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 6:42 pm
Okojo was taken by surprise with Shinzou's rolling action, and was soon attacked by Hishida as he was working on keeping on his feet. He knew it would be hard to block it, but he was sure it would take him a while after this training regime to regain the use of that arm, healed with help or not. There was a flash, and it irritated his eyes, and then he felt the bite of steel. Well, there went the idea of possibly moving to the side and possibly out of the range of attack.
The blond let out a grunt of pain, and it took him a few moments to move back and away to dislodge the blade and hopefully come up with a counter-attack. Hatsume appeared to be caught, and Shinzou seemed to be staying with her, which meant Okojo would have to fend off and take down Hishida before he went after his target again. Unfortunately, however, the grip of his injured hand was painful and difficult, and it was hard to raise his blade without both arms. With a bit of a chuckle, he sighed a bit. "Well... That sucks." He murmured, looking to Hishida.
He tried lifting his blade with one hand, letting his bad one swing to his side, but he could only manage to keep it off the ground. Okojo glanced at the two to the side for a moment, and then let his grip loosen to where he dropped his zan on the ground. He couldn't successfully attack or defend, and so he knelt in defeat. "I guess I need to get my personal strength up, and keep an eye on my defenses better. This sucked."
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 6:56 pm
»‡«Hatsume»‡« Being sat on, she felt like a squished... something, yet endured it as he spoke out. Her ears flattened down, looking up at him in awe. (@.@) All hostility gone and away, a much more playful interaction invading her mind. Her hand was still trapped, but it didn't appear as if she paid attention to that; she leaned her upper body up to him as much as she could. Eyes seeming to give a slitted-closed kitsune like appearance before her mouth attempted to take hold of something from him. If she could reach; her most prized area would be his side; left or right it didn't matter, ofcourse, she'd just as well accept taking a bite for anyother part of his body that her fangs could reach. Even if it was only his clothes. @-@;; Ehh, despite what one would first think from those sharply pointed canines, If Hatsu reached her biting attempt... would her teeth prove no danger of damaging his skin no matter how fragile it could be. ninja >>; <<; It was as if she was nibbling on him playfully nombing in joy after such fun. If it was only his clothes that she got ahold of. >>; Then it would be slightly different.. as the kitsune attempted to tug playfully at the garb seeming to be in her own little... world. Ehh, she was happily content, obviously trying to share this joy with her playpal Shinny-sama. ~--~ Puurr~~ Purr~, a soft vibration in her vocals would leek out the sound of almost what could be identified as a cat's purr. >>;; Hrrmm.... Watch out Shinny..
xDDDD!!
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 7:12 pm
"I'll take that as a yes." He said as she tugged at the hem of his robes, gnawing away at the thick cloth. He tugged the cloth away from her and let her up from the pin, releasing his grip and waiting for her to do the same and let her fingers slid slowly back out of his palm. After which he rolled over onto his back, holding his hand, his breathing heavy thanks to exertion and the extra blood loss that it incurred.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 7:35 pm
((Whooaa.. X-@;; I'm like.... outta it right now~ duuuude))
»‡«Hatsume»‡« A sudden jerk from the clothe forced the garb to be ripped from hr mouth. ;-; It defentianly reatablished her focus back onto him as he got off of her and unlocked her hand from his own. She sat up and took back her hand, the bloodied mess pressing up agiast her stomach as she watched Shinny-sama lay back with heavy breathing. She immedtitly lowered her body down, ears flattened to the sides as her tail sunk inbetween her legs. Crawling to his side with a sypmethic look on her face. "I'm sorry shinny-sama." It seemed she was keeping the nickname, but that was besides the point. She hadn't even realized that her own left hand had pretty naisty clutch-grip marks on it. Seeing Shinzou's wound made her wonder certain things. ;-; To bad she didn't know much, or hadn't sprouted certain powers yet as a kitsune. Afterall! she's seen Kisu and WildFire do healing tricks, aswell as afew other kitsunes in her lifetime!
So intune in this curious thought she attempted to softly put her hands over his own. neutral Trying to burn a deep blue flame of some sort of protective foxfire; in hopes maybe she could find a healing trick or sort. Likely her actually doing it.... not good. Not good at all. Hatsume's powers were so limited because she was so young, those who used the 'healing' foxfire were much older and experienced people. >..>; But it wouldn't hurt in trying? Speically when Hatsu was so determined to fix the problem she caused... crying "I'm sorry so much... Shinny-Sama..."
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 8:19 pm
"It's really fine." He said as he mustered a faint smile through his exhaustion. He really didn't want her to feel bad, after all, if she hadn't defended herself, he might have run her through with his sword in the heat of battle. "Ha...", he thought to himself, "The heat of battle, it was just supposed to be a friendly spar. Though I suppose it is better in this world to always come at your opponent with the intent to kill them, no matter who it is you are fighting. It can never hurt to be prepared, and if they're killed in the battle, then they probably had no place fighting you to begin with."
He sighed and looked down at his academy training uniform, the white top now stained with blood. It was all he had time to grab in the commotion that followed the attacks, after all, he couldn't stay in his academy formals, the ones he was wearing during graduation, they were far too constricting. He did have those nice new, completely blank, black robes that he was given, the ones he was supposed to sow his squad patch onto, but... he never go his squad patch. He was just told to go find Squad XIII on earth when he got there. He sighed as he noticed the blood had even spread down to the red bottoms, staining spots a deeper hue of crimson red. He also watched as she made an attempt to heal his wounds, going along with it for the time being, seeing as not much was really happening. He felt a slight tingling around the wound, and it numbed considerably, but there were no visible signs of healing that he could see. "It's alright Hatsume, really, all I need is some rest." He said as he gave her a reassuring moment of eye contact before turning his attention back to the clouds that floated overhead.
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Mashiro Morimoto 4th-Seat
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 9:07 pm
MockaDash (( @Shinzou: Yes, you can change the order. For example, if after Hishida posted, you posted, the Hatsu, and only then Okojo posted... and so on... Like now. The order has just been changed, and you people are dealing with it. And no, it didn't affect much. This is not a tournament guys. So as long as you have fun, it's all good. But we can't have an anarchy here, otherwise it will get confusing!... Btw... In IC threads, always keep your OOC's inside double brackets.)) Mock knew Asuma was a wild spirit residing inside Hogosha. Mock knew Asuma could refuse to teach him. Nonetheless, Mock knew Asuma would not refuse. The Captain and Asuma knew each other well, so Mock was pretty sure that his old sensei knew why he said what he said... Silent Contemplation... Am I right? The Shinigami replied. Well... For someone who supposedly contemplates in silence... he mocked ...You're being awfully loud.MockaDash reached for his kiseru and placed some tobacco on it, while talking. I'm afraid, old man, that before I'll let you have your fun, you'll have to teach me some kidous... A trail of ash flew from the katana's scabbard and landed on top of the tobacco in the pipe. The ash ignited, and lit it. Taking a couple of short puffs of smoke, Mock said I want you to teach me tenran and raikouhou. After that, I'll indulge your blood thirst. Turning around, to look at Ike and Mashiro, Mock called them You two, come here please. Ike, I'm about to teach you shakkahou. Mashiro, I'll give you your orders now.The Captain slowly exhaled the smoke inside his lungs, as he awaited for both Shinigamis to approach him. (( Whew, busy days..)) Mashiro looked over at the Captain and took his mind off the fight. ' About time,' Mashiro said to himself as he stood and brushed himself off. It had been fun watching Hatusme, and Shinzou fighting. Now, it was his turn to have some fun himself, depending on what it would be. Back in the Academy some Squad members would tell horror stories about paper work that had to be done for their Captains. He hoped that this was not one of those cases. ' What a bummer it would be... second day on the job and already doin' the Captain's paper work' Mashiro's train of thought was cut when he heard the Captain telling him to hurry up. " Hai, Taichou." Mashiro said as he ran to his Captain's side. " What are your orders sir?" (( Sorry, busy weekend with Memorial Day and all))
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 9:21 pm
Directly after finishing his last attack, Hishida was blinded by Hatsumes foxfire. He felt a sudden burning sensation filling his body that went away after a few seconds. What was that? He asked himself. Once the foxfire ended, he looked over at Hatsume and Shinzou to find them both finished with their fight. He then looked back, the shinigami discovered Okojos momentary attempt at a counter attack. Once Okojo knelt down, Hishida gave a slight smile of sincerity. Hishida slowly sheathed his blade and walked over to the fallen shinigami. Once He reached the blond youth, Hishida studied his scarlet painted arm. At this, Hishida almost felt sorry... almost >=D. Hishida then extend his left arm to help Okojo get back on his feet and said, that didn't suck... good fight. Had Hishida taken the spar too far by wounding Okojo so badly? Hishida hoped not, the last thing he needed was his team mates to form any sort of disdain towards him.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 9:42 pm
»‡«Hatsume»‡« The young kitsune listened to Shinny-sama and finally nodded. Sleep? Alrighty, afterall Captain MockaDash was around, so everything should be alright? Ohhh. That reminded her! She turned over as her head shifted over her right shoulder to Hishida and Okojo. "...Alright... Becareful please Shinzou." She crawled towards the blonde male shinigami when he pouted about his lose. Trying to sneak her way straight infront of him where she'd be litterly like... acouple inches away, a left hand would raise and attempt share some comfort givingto Oki-san with Hishida. As if attempting to place her soft small kitsune like palm on his face to gain his attention while he was also comforted by Hishida as he was helped up?"Aye! Hishida sama is right! It didn't suck at all! You saved me big time!" She grinned widely as she flickered her ears up again. "I lost too! But remember this Oki-sama! Even if you loose a battle, all what matters is that you're alive. Live today, grow stronger for the next! If you learned something from this sparring match, then it's worth it!" She paused and grasped her left hand again, looking down at it as she crawled her way closer to Hishida. "Like me... I'll make sure to never strike somebody without making sure I'll get my hand back!" Those words spoke nervously; giving Shinny-kun a awkward stare before setting her intentions back onto Hishida. That same left hand giving his garb a soft tug; as if hinting to him she wanted up on his shoulders.... ninja heart eek ninja exclaim question exclaim question What?!?! ....Yes... that'll be correct. She has choosen Hishida at this time, so far other than MockaDash, Hishida would be the only other shinigami to be asked for lend their shoulder for the kitsune. >,..,> If he didn't understand the hint, she'd make herself comfortable by attempting to climb on up anyways. Rawr.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 10:13 pm
Okojo chuckled a bit as Hishida commented that it was a good fight. He could feel some beads of sweat rolling down his brow from the pain, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. He blinked as Hatsume crawled over and his attention was taken by her. He smiled at her comforting, and he nodded. He let himself be helped up before he picked up his blade. He stepped to the side to carefully attempt at cleaning it, before he even more carefully worked on getting it up and back into its' sheath. It was difficult, and his head was swimming lightly when he was done.
Looking to his arm, Okojo sighed. He'd have to let it heal, as well as patch up the sleeve before he could do much more training. He glanced around and wandered over to Shinzou, grinning down at him. He offered his good hand to help him up, the other male looking about as tired as he felt. "You too, huh?"
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 12:22 pm
"I'll be fine." He said again as he flexed his wounded hand gingerly before using his own good hand to grasp Okojo's and pull himself up. He sighed as he looked around. He watched as Hatsume tugged on Hishida's sleeve, he laughed a little because he knew what that meant, having watched her do a similar thing to Captain Mock earlier. He sighed and pulled his Zanpakutou from where it had stuck and sheathed it slowly. He then pulled Hatsume's from the ground as well, where she had apparently forgotten it. He approached Hishida and Hatsume, spinning the Zanpakutou idly in his right hand before dropping it blade first so that it stuck in the soft earth next to Hatsume. "What was that before Hatsume? Something about never leaving your little buddy behind?"
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