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 Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 4:18 am
.::Reizouko Jishaku The Drunken Dragon::. Reizouko looks at his shirt and now is really pissed because the extra tears in his shirt. he grabs the remainings of his shirts and rips his shirt of. but in the meanwhile he hears a voice he hans't heard a long time ago. "Hey Onhollowly twin. Yes you weakling"Reizouko start as a reply mumbling in him self."Kikan not now, can't you see that i am busy?""I am not an idiot, like you. But i am not here to call you name's i have the rest of the time to do that. Uch i am wandering off, Use my power to beat the nasty cat." "But i don't what to beat up mis kitty.." "shut up and do it" "But...""Do it" Reizouko sighed "Ok." He looked at hope and grins as he move his hand towards his face. "I am sorry mis kitty but Kikan insist of doing this" A swirl of white gas appear on his face and slowly thickens into a solid. "Are you happy now mis kitty?" Now his voice have a strange desorted echo in it. and then he point his finger at Hope and says calmly "Cero" and a beam fires towards hope (mask doubles two stats. bytheway can it be cool that you see Reizouko with a echo of his hollow side 'Kikan'? 128+120+122+179+199=748 words) stats Reiatsu: 140 Speed: 54(27+mask) Strength: 60(30+mask) Defense: 11 Stamina: 35 Spiritual Power: 55(37x1.5)
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 12:03 pm
::- Shinji Starwind - :: Laughter erupted from the Bount as Reizouko's inner Hollow got it's wish to come out and play. The Vizard was certainly in tune with his inner monster, unlike Shinji who couldnt control the Tri-Edge beast that was destroying his sanity. "VERY GOOD! Give into your hatred!" He said with malevolent intentions as he then gestured for Rage to get ready to finish off the Vizard should Hope not kill him. "But no matter what... you have come for damnation!" He called as Rage lifted his scythe up and brandished it.. waiting for his time to act. Hope didnt have a chance against the attack as the beam of violent red energy slammed into her and burned her left half of her torso away, leaving her dropping to the ground, bleeding out and dieing without a heart or left lung for her to even continue breathing. As she died, she turned into pixel data and floated over to Compassion were she was absorbed by the staff until she regenerated. Things were looking hopeless in this situation though as Reizouko had come against a foe way out of his league. He'd need to run away now, and count this as a victory, or hope help came before Shinji's AIDA ridden personality grew tired of messing with him.Quote: Hope = Slain by the Cero... one post later, Rage will step in. Quote: 235+290+120+122 + 128 + 179 + 199 + 216= 1489
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 1:24 pm
A tall figure in thick black robes appeared amidst the ruined building, a deadly looking scythe resting on his shoulder. The shaft appeared to be made of femurs that had fused together with time, and the blade guard was a pair of ribcages (one facing inward and around the base of the blade, and the other facing outward and spread, as if to devour something). A skull adorned the top of the weapon and its eyes were filled with dull embers that seemed to stare back at you. To top it all off, the blade appeared pristinely clean. Undertaker often joked that it was too sharp for grim to stick. A rare sight to note was that he was not wearing his distinctive floppy tophat, and in its place was a ram skull hollow mask, resting atop his crown like it belonged there.
"As fun as it is to watch you destroy, I feel some sort of brotherly bond with this young man... and I'm afraid I can't let you kill him, foolhardy as he may be."
Undertaker took a step forward, being many meters away from either Shinji or Rei it didn't seem like a big deal, but he seemed to disappear into a black mass and reappear in front of the younger Vizard. His long, silver bangs mostly covered his eyes but the golden-green orbs still glared back at Shinji... daring him to try his luck against The Kenpachi. It had been a while since anyone had tried to kill him... he could use a good scuffle.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 1:31 pm
.::Reizouko Jishaku The Drunken Dragon::. Reizouko cracks his neck and knuckles and Kikan spoke again inside his mind "See the nasty cat is gone""Who's that guy and damn i look young then" Reizouko looked at the undertaker and yells "Hey.. i see rarely ones like us"
Reizouko points his index and middle finger, like a gun, towards courage "Its it ok if i take that guy. What Division where you when you left by the way?" Reizouko Leans Botoru on his shoulder but still pointing towards Courage. (128+120+122+179+199+216+199=1163 words) stats Reiatsu: 140 Speed: 54(27+mask) Strength: 60(30+mask) Defense: 11 Stamina: 35 Spiritual Power: 55(37x1.5)
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 1:52 pm
::Mitsunari Ishida::
Virtuous Man Martyred to Evil
"You... vile... insignificant... worthless... piece of TRASH!" The skies above began to churn as the colors deepened, and slowly a great moon rose into the air, blotting out the sun as a strange violet eclipse blanketed the earth, indigo painting every surface in a malignant dye as a roar suddenly split every ear, an avaricious desire to rend souls suddenly palpable in every being nearby. It was the chaotic feeling that no mere evil could bring, the overwhelming swell of emotion that could give anyone with a heart room to pause; it was rage incarnate, wrath in it's purest form as the white haired shinigami's gate closed behind him, his fingers curling like claws meant to dig deep into the chest of the wretch who had angered him, and pull out the useless heart that dared to pump blood into something so despicable,as to mock the very face of the one person Mitsunari had remembered as Lord Ichinose's most valuable friend... their bond was deeper than any mortal connection, and to see someone who held such a place in his master's heart misrepresented in such a way now, was unforgivable! "How DARE you wear the face of Lord Indou! He is a soul more sacred than all the men, beasts, and insects in this world combined, and yet you DARE to desecrate it! You, a mere Bount who's very existence was already a sin forgiven by Lord Ichinose, so long as you kept yourselves from creating a disturbance upon this Earth! What would even make you think to betray our mercy, after your kind were allowed to escape with your lives when you should have been put to the sword! I will never forgive you... NEVER!" Mitsunari's pace was neither slow, nor did it show any sign of hesitation. His shoulders leaned forward, his feet moved quickly, his eyes were deadlocked on Shinji Starwind, and as he came closer and closer his eyes began to glow, his teeth were clearly gnashing together tightly enough to grind even the strongest of metals into dust, and his hand was placed carefully upon his hilt where it had been ever since he appeared.
"An abomination like you should never have even been born, and yet now you give up on life even before you have died. To think that you would allow yourself to be controlled while using that face, even if it had been GOD himself you should have at least put up more of a challenge than this. And all of this doesn't matter because I will end your life, right now!" Mitsunari's eyes began to fulminate with a glowing purple aura, bright red pupils at the center of it all, and as quickly as he had been approaching he seemed to stop on a dime, gripping his sword tighter than before as his arms stretched out to his side, curved in as if he were a feral beast, clawed armored fingers clenching reflexively as if to avoid becoming locked in place by the pure adrenaline running through every fiber in his being, and his back arched ever so slightly as he raised his head up to the sky, the symbol of Ichinose portrayed proudly on the front of his armor which he wore at all times. "I WILL KILL YOOOUUU!" An enormous, glowing purple aura surrounded him now, pulsating and swirling shades of darkness mingling and mixing about his body as they grew stronger constantly, and then suddenly shot upwards with that declaration, the last warning that he was about to explode with a level of power that could cause most to stop breathing with the mere intensity of it all, not because of any sheer level of reiatsu or pressure from his aura, but by the overwhelming mass of hate radiating off his body and seeping into them, a most primal and instinctive fear that could have been felt by any creature throughout time; birds would fly away, beasts would stampede in an attempt to escape, and men... men would crumple to the ground in fear, blubbering under the very realization that there was nothing left for them, only damnation. In that regard, Tri-Edge was lucky; a virus would not know that instinctual fear, nor the need to be halted, it would remain fully aware and capable until the moment it died...and so, it would pass on from this world, under the blade of Mitsunari's fully released zanpakutou in a torrent of death that would leave no window for misery, would be too swift for them to suffer, and in doing so it would be offered one last beneficial mercy before it embraced death for the first time at the hands of this angel of mutilation incarnate, who was known as the Errant lord of Sorrow. Quote: Copious Amounts of Violet: When Mitsunari attacks, blood splatters of dark violet appear, whether around him, or on the ground or walls where he strikes around the enemy(whether he misses or not), or around he himself. When he becomes riled with anger, an aura of dark violet energy gathers around him, literally ebbing and growing with his own anger/hatred, as he looses control. When Mitsunari swings his sword, though it's rarely visible (he uses a type of swordplay that involves drawing, swinging, and sheathing all in one blow), it does leave large purple violet cuts in the air. And when he's really that pissed off at someone, like one of his primary hatreds in life (Rahvir, for example), and finally faces them down, a purple moon may randomly rise out of the West to blot out the Sun/current major body of light in the sky, causing an awesome twilight of violet light over the battlefield.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 2:42 pm
::- Shinji Starwind - :: 
Shinji knew well of who's soul he was cloned after, but none of the memories or the personalities were the same. He then growled as he watched Mitsunari release his Soul Slayer and this was a call for war. "CORBENIK!!" And the area seemed to grow darker as Shinji transformed into a monstrous form of blue. It had a cannon arm and the tri-edge Data seemed to take-over even more as it was unleashed. In self preservation, Shinji grabbed up Rage who protested violently only to be devoured as the Bount completed the second fusion...now the time-clock was ticking before Shinji would lose all power to even match this captain. With the time-limit in mind, He burst forward at impressive speeds and sent three slashes at Mitsunari while charging energy around them as he unleashed one of his most fearsome attacks, the Cross Rengeki.Quote: Bount's Stats Reiatsu: 546 Speed: 400 [1200]*3 = [3600]*3*3= [32400] + 290 = 32690Strength: 16*1.5 = [24] + 290 = 314Defense: [400]*2*2.5 = [2000] + 5 = 2005Stamina: 30 + 5 = 35Spiritual Power: 100 + 100 = 200Data Pool: 11200 Avatar Mode: 32690 + 2005 = 34695*3 = 113085Costs: 250 [Avatar Mode] + 50 [AIDA Unleashed] + 325 [Boosters] + 400 [Cross Rengeki] = 1025 Regain [LeGig Rig Seam! = Speed to SP]: 3269 Cross Rengeki
Type: Attack
Cost: 250 Speed, If in Avatar Mode adds an additional 150 Speed to the Cost.
Effect: The attack has an Attack Speed equal to Shinji's [Speed+Defense]*3 and a Power equal to his Speed*1.75, however if in Avatar Mode, the Attack Power is equal to his Avatar Mode*1.75. Attack Speed: 113085 Attack Power: 197898 Actions: Activated - Avatar Mode: Corbenik Activated - [Unified Bount Ability] Second Fusion [w/ Rage] Activated - Unleashed AIDA Attacking Mitsunari with Cross Rengeki Boosters: Data Boost II: *3 Speed = Passive Data Boost III: Speed*3, Defense*2 [100 SP PGP] Data Boost IV: Speed*3, Defense*2.5, Strength*1.5 [225 SP PGP] Quote: 235+290+120+122 + 128 + 179 + 199 + 216 +259 + 83 + 797 + 228= 2856
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 3:18 pm
.::Reizouko Jishaku The Drunken Dragon::. Reizouko grinds behind his mask and mumbles " So i met powerful people here, i might be able to be as strong as they""Then you need my power, my Unhollowly twin" Rezouko removes his mask to save his stamina. He inspects the undertaker with his eyes. His senses are overwhelming with power.(128+120+122+179+199+216+199+82+437+228+52=1962) stats Reiatsu: 140 Speed: 27 Strength: 30 Defense: 11 Stamina: 25(35-Mask cost) Spiritual Power: 55(37x1.5)
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 3:46 pm
::Mitsunari Ishida::
Virtuous Man Martyred to Evil
"SHUT UP! I'll peel the skin off your face so that you can NEVER disgrace my lord again by using it! I will rip the life from your body as you lie gasping for breath, and you will wish only for the mercy that Captain Masato Indou would have offered you." Mitsunari shot forward as dark purple flames licked at everything around him, and just as Corbenik's Cross Rengeki came at him, it seemed that it would be too late for the Captain...until his hand slipped his sword to his mouth at an imperceivable speed, and his fingers slammed into the ground, digging deep trenches in as he pulled himself to a halt, disappearing in a blur of indigo to the side just as the blast moved through the path he had been in moments before, the Captain now replaced with an ambient blur of intertwining red and dark violet as it shot across the battlefield from the side, Mitsunari ducked with feet pushing him onwards with overwhelming propulsion, fast enough that if he tried to stop even he would find difficulty keeping his footing... and then like hateful lightening he shot upwards only a foot or so, enough to draw his feet from the ground as his hand in motions too fast for normal eyes gripped the sword in his mouth and drew it from it's sheath, swinging the blade in an overhand motion that could have been meant to cut whole soldiers in half, aiming specifically for the neck of his opponent to deliver one clean blow that would sever the head, ignore the limbs that flung out at him like so many useless snakes, and show him the world of misery that he had earned by his very existence as one of the pathetic Bount who spat on the souls of the Shinigami who had volunteered themselves for such experiments. However he had come to exist, whatever he had done while wearing the face of Lord Indou, was nothing but a mockery that he would force to cease to be, and he could beg repentance in the afterlife from the ones who he had insulted, since he had failed to find a reason to live. The strong were allowed to live in his lord's world, and no others... that he should have escaped judgment until now, caused Mitsunari's heart to weep bitterly..."CEASE TO EXIST!" Mitsunari demanded, leaving no room for question at the end of the Bount's pathetic life.Quote: Copious Amounts of Violet: When Mitsunari attacks, blood splatters of dark violet appear, whether around him, or on the ground or walls where he strikes around the enemy(whether he misses or not), or around he himself.
When he becomes riled with anger, an aura of dark violet energy gathers around him, literally ebbing and growing with his own anger/hatred, as he looses control..
When Mitsunari swings his sword, though it's rarely visible (he uses a type of swordplay that involves drawing, swinging, and sheathing all in one blow), it does leave large purple violet cuts in the air.
And when he's really that pissed off at someone, like one of his primary hatreds in life (Rahvir, for example), and finally faces them down, a purple moon may randomly rise out of the West to blot out the Sun/current major body of light in the sky, causing an awesome twilight of violet light over the battlefield. Flash: Speed+Strengthx3= new speed. (722+722, x3=4332) Revelation: Movement Speed increases by x3 per turn, enemy loses 1/3 speed per turn. (both turns) Veneration: Mitsunari's Revelation starts with x3, not added to counter. You Can't Kill What You Can't See: Attacks that don't match Mitsunari's speed, miss. (kind of a duh, I guess) Intimidation (part of Revelation): Enemies half Mitsunari's reiatsu instinctively shake. Enemies 1/4 reiatsu lose their balance with fear, although it's recoverable. Movement Speed = 116,964 Attack Strength: 38,988
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 3:56 pm
 "Oh dear... I feel like we should back off a bit... this is likely to turn messy. I just got this dry cleaned~"
Undertaker turned his back to the chaos and placed a hand on Reizouko's shoulder, urging him back a ways. "Come on now, a brave corpse is still a corpse, no need to die this early in your life." The silver haired Vizard spoke with somewhat forced urgency as he and Reizouko moved back a fair distance from Mitsunari and Shinji Starwind. "I was the Colonel of Zero Division, and before that Captain of 11th... before Rip Van Winkle and then Tehra Bearclaw." He spoke plainly, as if he hadn't just admitted to being the worlds biggest badass. "So... erm... trust me when I say it's best if you didn't stick your neck out in this fight. I'd hate to be the one to clean up that mess."Quote: Nox: Please try to make your posts at least 100 words. That is the bare minimum. K thx~
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 4:19 pm
::- Shinji Starwind - ::
In the moment his Avatar's head went flying, Shinji saw his life flash before his eyes. All of the pain and torture he had endured, and the pain he had caused others to feel. Why did it all have to deal with such a saddening emotion? Why was his existence meant to be cursed with such a pain as this.
With the Avatar defeated and Shinji unable to remain alive much longer, his form reverted to his normal human state were he looked to Mitsunari Ishida with tears rolling down his cheeks from behind his glasses, which mixed with the blood coming from a slice at the base of his throat. That man wanted him to die, and he was getting his wish, but he couldnt help but feel like he had some comradeship between Mitsunari and himself... remnants of a cloned memory? It didnt matter as he opened his lips to speak only to shatter into pixel data which glowed gold and then floated off into the Soul Cycle along with the rest of his dolls which shattered and dissolved.
He fell through an empty divide were he entered the Valley of Screams, the first part of his journey in Reincarnation...Quote: 235+290+120+122 + 128 + 179 + 199 + 216 +259 + 83 + 797 + 228 + 395 + 52 + 150 + 249= 3702
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 4:37 pm
.::Reizouko Jishaku The Drunken Dragon::. Reizouko nods and dosent resist Undertaker"Its better to listen to him, you barely are able to stand normal around those guys, Botoru agrees of course and he is still waiting for a drink by the way.Reizouko answers Kikan by mumbling it himself "Kikan, Botoru is always waiting for his drink. And i though that you was more into the mindless rushing and victory or death "Whaha yeah i like a challenge. But i am not an idiot, Unlike you. But any way just enjoy the show."" Stop insulting me Kikan, I have a brain too, and no i am not a total idiot." Reizouko suddenly remind that he is talking to himself and that Undertaker might thing he is nuts or some thing like that. He looked at Undertaker and waits if he notes his strange thing (roger i wil put more dialog of Kikan 'his inner hollow' 128+120+122+179+199+216+199+82+437+228+52+395+127+137=2621) stats Reiatsu: 140 Speed: 27 Strength: 30 Defense: 11 Stamina: 25(35-Mask cost) Spiritual Power: 55(37x1.5)
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 9:25 pm
::Mitsunari Ishida::
Virtuous Man Martyred to Evil
"Ha... ha ha... ha... I did it..." The energy seemed to dissipate, and Mitsunari's eyes slowly lost that glowing vengeful nature they had moments ago, turning as he grabbed the sheathed blade from his mouth, having returned it in a split second, lowering the weapon to his side as he watched the fading essence of his foe who he had despised with every fiber of his being... and in an instant that moment of deprecation was gone, and he had returned from the event horizon of his own immense desire to kill, only of course after it had been satiated with the blood payment of his fallen enemy. "Lord Ichinose, I DIIIID ITTT! Ha ha! My lord, he's dead!" For a few moments, Mitsunari's heart seemed to rise up in his throat in joy, and the spirit of angst seemed to vanish in thin air as the face that knew no joy began to feel the glow of the sun once more... of course, all that ended in a second, as his eyes became filled with sorrow, and his laughter ended haltingly, as it seemed he realized that he was speaking to nothing more than a phantom, and that there would be no return of his master to solicit this joy, even if he were happy for the moment. Besides, there were still so many of those traitors whom his lord had trusted still living, and they were still allowed to be happy, while he knew nothing but the sorrow of his master's disappearance... the cruelty of it all returned in one smooth moment of unbearable guilt weighing downo on him. "It's just so...empty. Lord Ichinose... I will find Rahvir, I will find the ones who did this, and I will hunt them down. Only once I have purged teh traitors from this land will your dream become a possibility again." Mitsunari's hand lowered to grab the dismembered head of his foe, just as it vanished beneath his grasp, causing yet another look of anguish in him quickly turned to bitterness, as his resentment continued to cloud his judgment and cause the wrath of the great follower of Ichinose to grow, reminding him why it was he fought and grew to become the Captain of the Ninth Division. "I can not wait to confront him, his throat collapsing within my grasp. Lord Ichinose, it is in your name I fight... always."Mitsunari turned to face the others in the Dojo, sharing a glare with them that could make blood run cold again as he spat to the side, realizing just how little he cared for their presences. "You... have I seen you before?" Mitsunari questioned suddenly, dead-eyeing the Undertaker as if he might know whom he was, not an impossible thought considering they had both come from the Seireitei and the Undertaker had been such an amazing man at one time. On the other hand, Mitsunari had little brainpower to waste remember the insignificant pests who flocked around while his Lord shone like the light of the Heavens upon their world... had it already been such a long time...?
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 9:42 am
Undertaker smiled coyly as Mitsunari finished off the bounto and turned his attention on the duo of Vizards, asking if he and Undertaker had meet before. "I'd wager you've seen me in passing at least once~ Or perhaps in the Seireitei's newspaper... 9th division still manages that don't they? Yes... they must." Undertaker's smile widened as he began thinking about how his obituary must have read. Probably dry and standard, there weren't many (any, if you didn't count Rip) who were close to him in any sense of the word... so they must have just written up a nice sounding article and been done with it. I wonder if I won any awards for defending the Sokyoku with my life? I should drop by the personnel office one day and check on that...
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 4:25 pm
.::Reizouko Jishaku The Drunken Dragon::. Reizouko stept forward to stand next the undertaker, Reizouko try to stand tall but have trouble to because of the undertaker massive reiatsu compared with the Reiatsu of Reizouko while Kikan talking in his head." I know what you thinking. don't provoke that guy, you had trouble with the bount, and he killed him like he is nothing""shut up Kikan i am with Kenpachi""ugh you really worship that guy now? thats weak" Reizouko ignored the last what Kikan said and point his index and middle finger to the ground just a few inches away form Ishida and yells." He is Kenpachi! And as fellow ex-11th division i need to follow his orders. I might not have impressive power but i am not totally dumb and have potential to grow stronger. so pick your words carefully" deep inside Reizouko hopes that he don't provoke Ishida. Kikan talked again in Reizouko's head"Idiot i told you not to provoke him i hope that you have an escape plan" Reizouko grinds and replies "Yeah i got a plan" (i figure out that my stats are not important around those guys razz 128+120+122+179+199+216+199+82+437+228+52+395+127+137+519+133+174=3447 words )
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 7:08 am
::Mitsunari Ishida::
Virtuous Man Martyred to Evil
"Never heard of you. Were you an acquaintance with my lord?" Mitsunari was cut off however by the Undertaker's new follower spouting a few lines in his name and boldly drawing attention to himself, as if it were his place to speak out of turn if he truly was indebted to the man he hid behind now; what kind of coward hid behind his lord like a shield while at the same time challenging others using his name to do it? If he did not plan to at least step out and stand before Undertaker as his protector then there was no reason for him to be speaking, and yet now he continued to prattle on about how Mitsunari should recognize the great Kenpachi, as well as identifying the silver haired man for whom he truly was."You are the Kenpachi then? Good, at last that ignorant fool finally died, hopefully he at least showed some dignity as he was choking down on his last few breaths. To think that ape like man ever considered himself a worthy swordsman in the presence of Lord Ichinose was absurd; even now, were he alive he would easily be able to claim that brutish title if he wanted. Though, something so callow would hardly be befitting his tastes... you need not worry, I have no interest in taking such a title either. I have far more important things to do than to stroke my own ego by fighting you to the death with such an insignificant name as the prize. Wear it with pride, and hopefully no brigand will strip it from you so easily as you must have that fool of a man who proceeded you." Despite the fact that he had now been informed that this man was the Kenpachi, Mitsunari still clearly had forgotten who the Undertaker was, and even more so he obviously didn't realize from the belligerent boy's tone that he was no longer the Captain of Squad 11, even though most shinigami would know such a thing in a heart beat. For Mitsunari however, time had stopped the day is Lord disappeared, and the passing of mere titles and the rising of political figures meant nothing to him, so that he rarely paid any attention to the change in regimes, unless of course the fools began spouting off lines about their changes and power like so much hot air.
On the other hand, Reizouko had very clearly called himself a former member of the thirteen court guard squads, and considering he was neither old nor feeble Mitsunari could not fathom why he might be retired unless he were a disgrace to their name, either because he quit out of some act of cowardice on his own part, or because he had become one of those mask wearing bastards who were so foolish as to think that by turning their backs on Lord Ichinose's Soul Society they could somehow obtain a better life for themselves. If that was the case, then he would strike him down here and now so that he could create no more interference in the progress of Lod Ichinose's forces, and he would rid the world of a traitor who had turned his back on his fellow shinigami before he could tarnish their kind's reputations any further. "Know your place worm! Though his name may command some respect, you have yet to prove anything to me except that you abandoned your brothers in arms. Even a lot of loud mouthed ingrates who rush into the arms of death like the Eleventh Division still deserve the right for their comrades to stand shoulder to shoulder with them until the bitter end, and yet you abandon them without any fear of reprisal? Your ARROGANCE has been shown not only by your dismissal of the bonds of wrath but also by the way you cling to your pretenses before the eyes of me and my lord, and yet you still feel that you even have the right to show your face? I should kill you where you stand!" Mitsunari shouted, his brash and loudmouthed nature showing through once more in an instant. If Reizouko had expected Mitsunari to be anything less than a powder keg, which even the smallest of sparks could set off into an unstoppable whirlwind of inferno and wrath, then he had clearly underestimated the new Ninth Division of Soul Society's Captain who was known for nothing more than his insatiable rage, such that many jested he would lead the whole of Shinigami to their ruin he was so rash. And now, when his one guidance was absent, his counselor busy conducting his business in the Courts of the Soul Judges, an upstart Vizard to be dared to speak out to someone who's sworn duty it was to destroy everything that resembled his kind and leave him weeping in the dust? The very thought alone continued to fuel Mitsunari's funnel of channeled rage as he slowly began to crouch, hand moving to the hilt of his blade while his other clenched his sheathe tightly, a dark aura fulminating around him as his anger began to grow with steady inclination, though it was not for Undertaker in the slightest, but the wretch who had dared to not take his own life when he realized that such a coward had been born! "Kneel down and offer your life in penance to Lord Ichinose, otherwise I will not hesitate to see your DEATH!" Mitsunari commanded without hesitation. Though the fate of the poor Vizard was clear if the hands of fate were left to Mitsunari alone, there was still the "Eleventh Division Captain" to intervene if he wished, and so there was a small beacon of hope for poor, mistaken Jishaku... but of course, that hope was faint, and fleeting fast.
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