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 Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 7:57 pm
"Names Mikhail Bolshevik, you'll want to remember it." He saw her stop in her tracks, his Blind Eyes read that her reiatsu was charging in her fist. Not one to back down from a challenge or a bluff he continued his forward movement and just before he broke into plain side he made a slide tackle like move that'd you'd see in a soccer match, his foot aimed right at her ankle, his intention, to take her out and lay her on the ground.
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 9:30 pm
She heard his voice, while shutting her eyes, "Rakey Lamilton, I'll try to remember," she chuckled. As she felt his reiatsu suddenly jerk to the side, he was going to attack that way. In a quick motion, she jerked her head to where he would be coming from the reiatsu still in her fist at her side. She turned her torso to face him, and let him hit her ankle. She dropped and while she dropped she forced her fist down on his shin. "Liberar,(Release)".
With those words, the reiatsu she had condensed on her proximal phalanx, had burst right into his shin, hopefully, breaking it. But then again, she didn't want to hurt him. But then again, it was his fault if he got hurt, he's the one who started it. "Your good..." she complemented as she looked at his face, and dropped, with her left knee onto the ground, right leg up, like a kneeling proposal position (?). "What squad are you assigned to? Seat?" She asked, curious to figure out.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 5:29 am
He smiled as a "thud" resounded throughout his body. "Metal shins, I cracked them in half years ago during track." Mikhail gave a sly wink to Rakey before lifting his pant leg "Needless to say though, I think you dented the plate." He ran his hand over the scar on the left side of his left shin and then ran it over the metal plate, tapping a few times as if to make sure she understood.
"Squad 4, 5th Seat." ((I'm assuming you have that leg on my chest, pinning me down, right?))
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 3:38 pm
((*thinks* . . . . >.> Hrmm... *tries to create an image* Yeah, So it's like our bodies are creating a y. Mikhail the longer line, with his head at the top part of the stem, Rakey the short stem... in a way >< ))
"Hrmph," she grunted as she stood up, trying not to push her weight on his chest anymore than she already was. She was surprised though, that he had a metal shin. "Lucky you," she said as she brought her hand out. "Squad four huh? Healing..." she smiled to him as she waited for him to get up. "I would say that was a tie, okay now, Round 2," she joked.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 3:42 pm
He gripped her hand lightly and used his abs muscles more so than her to propel himself up onto his feet. "Tell me something about you." His pale green eyes, a rotating mist of mystery gaze upon her, reading her as best as his Blind Eyes technique could. "You are obviously someone of some distinction, your power, quite unique and very strong." Mikhail brushed himself off and retrieved his things, however leaving his mask behind "I hate that thing." Mikhail snarled at the mask that he had hid behind for some many years as a means to conceal his severe scaring but seeing as how Captain Envy had healed them the mask was but a nusence.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 3:57 pm
((nuisance.... >.> Sorry, just letting you know >< ))
Rakey blushed at the compliment, "Me?" Rakey asked as he let go of her hand, and she pointed to herself. She was the Sexta Espada, Rakey smiled and took in a deep breath, taking in the fresh scent of the forest around them once more. "I'm one of the ten Espada that serve under Aizen," Her voice didn't give off the cheery tone it had earlier. It was a bit lower, and a bit more serious now.
She looked at the mask Mikail had just left. It was a silly looking mask, a bird mask, that covered one's whole face (Or was it top half??). Rakey chuckled at it, "Where'd you get that? I haven't seen a mask like that before, well... except on some hollows,". While she let out her small laugh she covered her mouth with a hand.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 4:07 pm
((Thanks, had no clue how to spell it and was too lazy to use spell check!))
Mikhail's eyes widened as his head was cocked to hear her speak. "Just one of the ten Espada? Come on now, humor me, which number?" His body tensed a little, 'One of the ten Espada serving under Aizen?! What was I thinking?' He tried hard to relax his body and only found that releasing some spiritual pressure allowed his muscles to relax.
"Ah, yes! My plague doctors mask, an efficient piece of hardward that was thought to preserve the health of the doctors that worked closely with those infected with the plague. Alot of the time they were associated with death, seeing as how whenever you saw one of the doctors you knew the plague had followed." To him, the mask held lots of symbolic meaning. Thought of as The Harbinger of Death himself, causing many a deaths years ago when he had been a Spetsnaz, he had never forgiven himself for the murderous acts he had commited.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 4:41 pm
"Ah..." She nodded in interest. "So, you were a doctor even when you were alive," Rakey tucked a hair behind her ear as she remembered he asked of which rank of Espada she was. She chuckled again, as she shook her head, she didn't think she was actually fit to be an espada, she wasn't, like the others. ". . . Sexta," She mumbled. "Though, I probably don't look like I'm that high up," Rakey laughed again.
As she looked at Mikhail's body language she could tell he wasn't comfortable, he was tensed earlier, but she noticed that after his spiritual pressure rose slightly he relaxed his muscles. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" She asked touching his shoulder and trying to look him in the eyes, he wasn't looking at her either.
((Your Welcome ^-^))
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 4:53 pm
Mikhail chuckled a little. "Not a doctor, I just know my history. I did wear a mask similar to that one, more mechanical though. I didn't heal people when I was alive either, I killed them with my hands." His eyes slowly fell into darkness as he turned off his Blind Eyes technique for once. The memories that were surfacing from his time alive on earth were begining to haunt him again, the fellow children he strangled, the pregnate women he tore apart, the people that begged and pleaded for their lives...
"No, is just when you hear Espade you don't think of a polite young woman." His hand shifted to hers and he softly felt it, creating an image in his head of how she might look. "I can't see you, therefore I can't judge whether or not you look like a Sixth Espada, all I know is that your reiatsu shows it."
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 6:40 pm
"Oh..." She said, a little in shock since she didn't know that. "Well, I can help you create an image in your head. How about that?" She wanted to help him at least know what some of the people he talked to looked like. Rakey held his hand tighter, "Is that okay?" she smiled, and closed her eyes trying to put it in perspective. "Okay, I'm shorter than you, maybe about a head shorter," She said, loking at his head trying to determine how much tall he was to her. The Espada was only 5'9 while Mikhail, was around 6'6.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 6:46 pm
He nodded slightly "Your different from the rest." Mikhail's voice was soft and hushed. His hand felt good in another human beings hand, normally such contact was limited to his healing of another. "Hm, so your a short girl, slender by the amount of fat on your hand, I can feel you tendens below the skin though they aren't completely prominant." He took his other hand and gently brushed her face "Strong yet soft features, silky hair..."
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 8:10 pm
"Yes, silky hair, it's an onyx hue, short, to the shoulders," She said, with his hand on her face, and continued on with describing herself. "Like most arrancars I wear a mainly white outfit, and my zanpakto- is always strapped onto my back, hrmm..." She trailed thinking and grabbed his hand, moving it to where most peoples' hair lines were, instead of him finding where her hair started he'd feel a cold bone-like material, shaped like a |____| (Can't really say what that shape is...) it was supposed to be like horns were supposed to grow from there, like a young stag, except, she wouldn't be a stag, but instead, a doe.
"That's my mask fragment," she noted to Mikhail.
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 1:01 pm
His hands twitched upon feeling her mask fragment. "Whats your mask look like?" Mikhail's curiosity perked as his hands began depicting her beauty his mind. I was like she was creating a cookie cutter of herself and stamping it in his brain. He really began to discover this woman and how her power and appearence were completely opposites.
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 2:38 pm
"Like... hrmm," She thought trying to figure out what word would describe her mask. "It's like the horns of a young stag, but much more dull and smooth, but when I go into release, it covers my whole face and the horns grow into fully grown horns, but they aren't like a deers in release, more like a moose," She jutted her bottom lip out as she thought.
"I don't look much like you imagined huh?" She laughed, she assumed he probably thought she was more, menacing looking.
((Rakey looks like this Lineart by Xeion and colored by me on MS Paint >< ))
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 3:40 pm
((Cool image!))
Mikhail smiled "No one is how we image them my dear." He let go of her and moved from her, turning his back and opening his eyes, waking his idile mind. "All these years, people have seen me as this super do gooder. I'm healer and yet my past contradicts who I am today. Many people imagine me to be a kind heart but the fact is, its colder than a stone dropped in the artic waters." Mikhail roamed about a little, circling the little opening within the forest and eyeing the reiatsu that was about. "I thought to myself one day, could I make ammends for what I've done, for all the people I've killed by preserving the lives of those I can? Slowly, I came to terms with the fact that there is no forgiveness." As his mind raced with images he allowed his Caleidoscope technique to project into the dim light of the forest. "Watch my past, its so vivid and detailed, like it all happened just yesterday."
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