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 Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 12:10 pm
MoonFlare307 Dante never cry MoonFlare307 Hey mind if I start a list of Arrancar here? For organization purposes and to keep things clear who's who around here. Should only take about 5 minutes to set up. isn't there character profile good enough? Not everyone updates there profile with there given rank, some members don't even know about the tryouts and put "Espada #_" without trying out. Could be me but I have no idea who's placed on what rank. I don't think that's true....I think that most of them DID do a tryout....
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 12:12 pm
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 4:12 pm
6th espada
Oken was resting on a cloud, high above a small town. As he was gazing into the deep blueness of the sky above, he heard something. Sitting up quickly, he began to look around.
"What was that..?" He said, before he could finish his sentence, a shinigmai appeared poised to attack in the air above him.
"I have finally found you. It's time to die you arrancar scum!" Yelled the zealous young shinigami.
As the zanpaktou sliced down toward him, Oken vanished, and it caught only air. The shinigami turned pale, looking around for his target. Suddenly, Oken appeared behind the shinigami with a prideful evil grin on his face. The shinigami turned around just in time to see Oken's fist making connecting with his jaw, shattering it. The force of the blow sent the young shinigami flying, but before he could fly to far, Oken appeared next to him again grabbing him out of mid air. With a content smirk, Oken shook his head.
“Huh what a waste of my ...” before he could finish the young shinigami hits Okens wrist with his own. “Ahhhhh” Oken yelled grasping his wrist. He looks at his wrist. “Ugh”. “Now you must die”
scram the young shinigami as he charged at Oken with his zanpaktou. In the blink of an eye Oken draws his zanpaktou and charges at the shinigami “no it is you that must die”they pass each other seemingly untouched then a huge gash appears on Okens arm. “Hahaha” Oken says as the young shinigami is cut in half an drops through the cloud to the ground. Oken takes out a rag and ties it around his injury and vanishes.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 9:56 pm
Dante never cry Tchk, tchk, tchk tchk,.... Those were the sounds created by the mixture of Jinzo's feet grinding over the desert's sand. This desert was empty, cold and looked dead, however it was full of life. But anywho, the desert..yeah...It looked as good as dead. It was as if there had never been any form of life here before, except for the trees and the huge white dome behind Jinzo. The moon was shining brightly, the stars were sparkling at the ebony sky, yes..everything looked normal. Jinzo sighed, not because he was bored (or annoyed), but because he found it relaxing to be outside. If I have to die, then let my body rest here forever.... he thought. A smile appeared upon his face after he closed his eyes. He breathed in deeply and enjoyed the fresh air, but coughed afterwards as he sniffed in some sand by accident. He scratched his nose and lowered his arm. He opened his eyes and looked around, only to narrow them a moment later. What was..? Is it...? Yes, he saw a bump in the sand...a bump which was racing towards him, and not quite slow. Jinzo stood still and watched the bulge race towards him. But just a couple of feet before Jinzo, the bulge exploded, and hollows popped up in the air. How many growling hollows were there? 1-2-3-4..hmhmhm....8 hollows. 8 Hollows, and they all aimed at Jinzo. "Now that's rather unfair. Couldn't you guys bring any more? Pathetic. Oh well..." his right hand pulled out his zanpaktou "Let the massacre of the maggots begin!" he grinned with an evil smile and he rushed towards the group. I thought it was alright, the only problem I really had was the use of all those dots. If you can let up on the dots, you'll do well. Accepted. ^^
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 9:57 pm
MoonFlare307 Writters block, used to many "and"s and "she"s, the tab button doesn't work on Gaia, I nag too much but here: ..........The bells rang. Her steps had a rhythm and beat that seemed to lead the song she hummed. For someone who spent so much of time sitting on a rock staring at the blanked sky over the white sand, the way she walked looked like she was dancing on an invisible piano. Kiyoko Saitou passed along the white halls out to the god-forsaken realm outside. Her hair was long, combed to give the sight of black silk which danced behind her as she walked, one strand caught loosely on her mask. The bells on the end of her stick chimed while the echoes mimicked her steps. She was young, short and her eyes were the type that looked like they could seep through the heart of a hollow. The way she looked you would never guess she would enjoy being lulled to sleep by the pain-splitting cries of one of her own kind. ..........The new life she was given fitted her well. The killing could easily be overlooked, their lives didn’t matter to her anymore, they did nothing for her. The only thing that mattered was living another day freely as she pleased. Kiyoko’s feet touched the sand; it felt soft under her feet. Staring behind she watched her footsteps bare markings on the ground and leave with the wind, out into the sunless dessert. Las Noches was her home now and the barren desert of Hueco Mundo, her playground, the Hallows that lived her were mere play toys that could be dealt with and left to rot with the rest of the old world. ..........The land outside the nest of Hallows was empty but there present loomed in the grey housing with holes. Kiyoko motioned her hands; one cupped in the other holding them in front of her while her stick was tucked neatly between her slender body and arm, like to welcome the Hallows out. She moved them out lightly grabbing the end of her uniform with her right hand lifting it up, posing herself in the curtsy-like manner closing her eyes a profound smile gleaming in her face. Wind rattled the crystal trees and the white material of her clothing rustled with them. No one went out to see her act of elegance. She scoffed fixing her hair out of her mask fragment rolling her weapon down her arm into her palm gripping it softly, the bells sang for a split second. ..........“Chime once slice twice, Getsueichaimu” I liked it. Plenty of detail, length, and depth. If this is you on writers block, can't wait to see you when you're in a good writing mood. Accepted. ^^
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 9:59 pm
Anbu_God 6th espada Oken was resting on a cloud, high above a small town. As he was gazing into the deep blueness of the sky above, he heard something. Sitting up quickly, he began to look around. "What was that..?" He said, before he could finish his sentence, a shinigmai appeared poised to attack in the air above him. "I have finally found you. It's time to die you arrancar scum!" Yelled the zealous young shinigami. As the zanpaktou sliced down toward him, Oken vanished, and it caught only air. The shinigami turned pale, looking around for his target. Suddenly, Oken appeared behind the shinigami with a prideful evil grin on his face. The shinigami turned around just in time to see Oken's fist making connection with his jaw, shattering it. The force of the blow sent the young shinigami flying, but before he could fly to far, Oken appeared next to him again grabbing him out of mid air. With a content smirk, Oken shook his head. “Huh what a waste of my ...” before he could finish the young shinigami hits Okens wrist with his own. “Ahhhhh” Oken yelled grasping his wrist. He looks at his wrist. “Ugh”. “Now you must die,” screamed the young shinigami as he charged at Oken with his zanpaktou. In the blink of an eye Oken draws his zanpaktou and charges at the shinigami “No it is you that must die”they pass each other seemingly untouched then a huge gash appears on Okens arm. “Hahaha” Oken says as the young shinigami is cut in half an drops through the cloud to the ground. Oken takes out a rag and ties it around his injury and vanishes. A few small grammatical errors, and a few word change ups, but all in all was decent. Add just a tad more length and you'll do good. Accepted.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 10:29 pm
A New Familiar MoonFlare307 Writters block, used to many "and"s and "she"s, the tab button doesn't work on Gaia, I nag too much but here: ..........The bells rang. Her steps had a rhythm and beat that seemed to lead the song she hummed. For someone who spent so much of time sitting on a rock staring at the blanked sky over the white sand, the way she walked looked like she was dancing on an invisible piano. Kiyoko Saitou passed along the white halls out to the god-forsaken realm outside. Her hair was long, combed to give the sight of black silk which danced behind her as she walked, one strand caught loosely on her mask. The bells on the end of her stick chimed while the echoes mimicked her steps. She was young, short and her eyes were the type that looked like they could seep through the heart of a hollow. The way she looked you would never guess she would enjoy being lulled to sleep by the pain-splitting cries of one of her own kind. ..........The new life she was given fitted her well. The killing could easily be overlooked, their lives didn’t matter to her anymore, they did nothing for her. The only thing that mattered was living another day freely as she pleased. Kiyoko’s feet touched the sand; it felt soft under her feet. Staring behind she watched her footsteps bare markings on the ground and leave with the wind, out into the sunless dessert. Las Noches was her home now and the barren desert of Hueco Mundo, her playground, the Hallows that lived her were mere play toys that could be dealt with and left to rot with the rest of the old world. ..........The land outside the nest of Hallows was empty but there present loomed in the grey housing with holes. Kiyoko motioned her hands; one cupped in the other holding them in front of her while her stick was tucked neatly between her slender body and arm, like to welcome the Hallows out. She moved them out lightly grabbing the end of her uniform with her right hand lifting it up, posing herself in the curtsy-like manner closing her eyes a profound smile gleaming in her face. Wind rattled the crystal trees and the white material of her clothing rustled with them. No one went out to see her act of elegance. She scoffed fixing her hair out of her mask fragment rolling her weapon down her arm into her palm gripping it softly, the bells sang for a split second. ..........“Chime once slice twice, Getsueichaimu” I liked it. Plenty of detail, length, and depth. If this is you on writers block, can't wait to see you when you're in a good writing mood. Accepted. ^^ okay, no problem! I'll use ' !!!!!!!!!!!! instead ^^ Nah, lame-a** joking. Is the 4the Espada good, or is too high?
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 10:38 pm
Dante never cry okay, no problem! I'll use ' !!!!!!!!!!!! instead ^^ Nah, lame-a** joking. Is the 4the Espada good, or is too high? Hmmm, 4th Espada is good. ^^
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 10:41 pm
A New Familiar Dante never cry okay, no problem! I'll use ' !!!!!!!!!!!! instead ^^ Nah, lame-a** joking. Is the 4the Espada good, or is too high? Hmmm, 4th Espada is good. ^^ Thank you kindly.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 1:53 pm
"Hmm," Ignaro hummed to himself as he surveyed Hueco Mundo in all it's expansive, empty, glory. "Jeez, this place is STILL the pits! No wonder I left as soon as I figured out how to use gargantas!" So saying, he set off in what he hoped was the direction of Las Noches. The messenger that had been sent would have known how to get there, but he was dead. Phrases like "Don't shoot the messenger" didn't apply to people like Ignaro. When describing THIS crimson haired arrancar, colloquialisms like "Kill everything that moves first, then search the bodies later" seemed far more appropriate.
"Stupid small fries" Ignaro grumbled as he approached the enormous building that could only be Las Noches, slashing at hollows as he went. It had been like this before, he remembered. Wandering around the desert, looking for worthy adversaries, only to be constantly plagued by weak little hollows that were to bestial to comprehend that anything human shaped could be stronger than them. That was part of the reason he had left. The other part being the fact that he suspected that the other worlds might have stronger fighters than Hueco Mundo. He had only been disappointed.
Sure, he had discovered the Shinigami, and they, on average, were more powerful than hollows, but they still didn’t cut it. Ignaro longed to battle a Captain, to pit his skills against the best Soul Society had to offer, and come out victorious, but meeting a captain had been easier said than done. Then that messenger had arrived, and told Ignaro about “The Emperor” who was apparently gathering all the strongest arrancar together to serve him. Ignaro at first hadn’t been to keen on the word “serve”, but had then realized that if joining this emperor guy was what it would take to finally get into some good fights, then he would do it.
Ignaro almost wished he hadn’t killed the messenger now. At the very least he might have been able to explain why the place looked so big but was apparently still so far away. ‘It must me massive’ He thought to himself as he continued to tromp through the sand.
From the safety of the dunes, yellow eyes watched, and glared…
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 1:54 pm
A New Familiar Anbu_God 6th espada Oken was resting on a cloud, high above a small town. As he was gazing into the deep blueness of the sky above, he heard something. Sitting up quickly, he began to look around. "What was that..?" He said, before he could finish his sentence, a shinigmai appeared poised to attack in the air above him. "I have finally found you. It's time to die you arrancar scum!" Yelled the zealous young shinigami. As the zanpaktou sliced down toward him, Oken vanished, and it caught only air. The shinigami turned pale, looking around for his target. Suddenly, Oken appeared behind the shinigami with a prideful evil grin on his face. The shinigami turned around just in time to see Oken's fist making connection with his jaw, shattering it. The force of the blow sent the young shinigami flying, but before he could fly to far, Oken appeared next to him again grabbing him out of mid air. With a content smirk, Oken shook his head. “Huh what a waste of my ...” before he could finish the young shinigami hits Okens wrist with his own. “Ahhhhh” Oken yelled grasping his wrist. He looks at his wrist. “Ugh”. “Now you must die,” screamed the young shinigami as he charged at Oken with his zanpaktou. In the blink of an eye Oken draws his zanpaktou and charges at the shinigami “No it is you that must die”they pass each other seemingly untouched then a huge gash appears on Okens arm. “Hahaha” Oken says as the young shinigami is cut in half an drops through the cloud to the ground. Oken takes out a rag and ties it around his injury and vanishes. A few small grammatical errors, and a few word change ups, but all in all was decent. Add just a tad more length and you'll do good. Accepted. So i got the position right?
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 2:09 pm
The_Nameless_Rider "Hmm," Ignaro hummed to himself as he surveyed Hueco Mundo in all it's expansive, empty, glory. "Jeez, this place is STILL the pits! No wonder I left as soon as I figured out how to use gargantas!" So saying, he set off in what he hoped was the direction of Las Noches. The messenger that had been sent would have known how to get there, but he was dead. Phrases like "Don't shoot the messenger" didn't apply to people like Ignaro. When describing THIS crimson haired arrancar, colloquialisms like "Kill everything that moves first, then search the bodies later" seemed far more appropriate.
"Stupid small fries" Ignaro grumbled as he approached the enormous building that could only be Las Noches, slashing at hollows as he went. It had been like this before, he remembered. Wandering around the desert, looking for worthy adversaries, only to be constantly plagued by weak little hollows that were to bestial to comprehend that anything human shaped could be stronger than them. That was part of the reason he had left. The other part being the fact that he suspected that the other worlds might have stronger fighters than Hueco Mundo. He had only been disappointed.
Sure, he had discovered the Shinigami, and they, on average, were more powerful than hollows, but they still didn’t cut it. Ignaro longed to battle a Captain, to pit his skills against the best Soul Society had to offer, and come out victorious, but meeting a captain had been easier said than done. Then that messenger had arrived, and told Ignaro about “The Emperor” who was apparently gathering all the strongest arrancar together to serve him. Ignaro at first hadn’t been to keen on the word “serve”, but had then realized that if joining this emperor guy was what it would take to finally get into some good fights, then he would do it.
Ignaro almost wished he hadn’t killed the messenger now. At the very least he might have been able to explain why the place looked so big but was apparently still so far away. ‘It must me massive’ He thought to himself as he continued to tromp through the sand.
From the safety of the dunes, yellow eyes watched, and glared…
Well, I saw you post in the 'need a villain' thread, and, well, you definitely can do the job. Accepted. ^^
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 2:09 pm
Anbu_God A New Familiar Anbu_God 6th espada Oken was resting on a cloud, high above a small town. As he was gazing into the deep blueness of the sky above, he heard something. Sitting up quickly, he began to look around. "What was that..?" He said, before he could finish his sentence, a shinigmai appeared poised to attack in the air above him. "I have finally found you. It's time to die you arrancar scum!" Yelled the zealous young shinigami. As the zanpaktou sliced down toward him, Oken vanished, and it caught only air. The shinigami turned pale, looking around for his target. Suddenly, Oken appeared behind the shinigami with a prideful evil grin on his face. The shinigami turned around just in time to see Oken's fist making connection with his jaw, shattering it. The force of the blow sent the young shinigami flying, but before he could fly to far, Oken appeared next to him again grabbing him out of mid air. With a content smirk, Oken shook his head. “Huh what a waste of my ...” before he could finish the young shinigami hits Okens wrist with his own. “Ahhhhh” Oken yelled grasping his wrist. He looks at his wrist. “Ugh”. “Now you must die,” screamed the young shinigami as he charged at Oken with his zanpaktou. In the blink of an eye Oken draws his zanpaktou and charges at the shinigami “No it is you that must die”they pass each other seemingly untouched then a huge gash appears on Okens arm. “Hahaha” Oken says as the young shinigami is cut in half an drops through the cloud to the ground. Oken takes out a rag and ties it around his injury and vanishes. A few small grammatical errors, and a few word change ups, but all in all was decent. Add just a tad more length and you'll do good. Accepted. So i got the position right? Yup. So, you wanted to be the 6th Espada, yes?
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 2:11 pm
A New Familiar Anbu_God A New Familiar Anbu_God 6th espada Oken was resting on a cloud, high above a small town. As he was gazing into the deep blueness of the sky above, he heard something. Sitting up quickly, he began to look around. "What was that..?" He said, before he could finish his sentence, a shinigmai appeared poised to attack in the air above him. "I have finally found you. It's time to die you arrancar scum!" Yelled the zealous young shinigami. As the zanpaktou sliced down toward him, Oken vanished, and it caught only air. The shinigami turned pale, looking around for his target. Suddenly, Oken appeared behind the shinigami with a prideful evil grin on his face. The shinigami turned around just in time to see Oken's fist making connection with his jaw, shattering it. The force of the blow sent the young shinigami flying, but before he could fly to far, Oken appeared next to him again grabbing him out of mid air. With a content smirk, Oken shook his head. “Huh what a waste of my ...” before he could finish the young shinigami hits Okens wrist with his own. “Ahhhhh” Oken yelled grasping his wrist. He looks at his wrist. “Ugh”. “Now you must die,” screamed the young shinigami as he charged at Oken with his zanpaktou. In the blink of an eye Oken draws his zanpaktou and charges at the shinigami “No it is you that must die”they pass each other seemingly untouched then a huge gash appears on Okens arm. “Hahaha” Oken says as the young shinigami is cut in half an drops through the cloud to the ground. Oken takes out a rag and ties it around his injury and vanishes. A few small grammatical errors, and a few word change ups, but all in all was decent. Add just a tad more length and you'll do good. Accepted. yup :] So i got the position right? Yup. So, you wanted to be the 6th Espada, yes?
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 2:14 pm
srry posted the words in the wrong spot what i said was "yup :]"
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