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 Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 11:50 pm
Crawling in your skin...
If Iku's face could be seen, it would not be something anyone who was going to be alive for very long would want to see. Silently, he rose from his seated position, standing his full eight foot two inches height, and forcing his parasitic pest's head against the top of the ceiling. His right hand moved up, slowly, deliberately, and grabbed the fairy by the back of his neck, tearing him from his face with little effort, and holding him at eye height.
To best describe Iku's expression, it would be beneficial for one to imagine, if they could, a large tomato. Take that tomato, give it spiky black hair and an eye-patch, and place it in boiling water so that it steams and has lots of little cracks along the skin. Now, superimpose the face of a man who just caught his super-model wife in bed with three men who he knows have aids, and you have a general idea of what he looked like.
With nary a word, he turned, bent a knee, and drew his zanpakutou from his belt, slamming it into the floor with such force that it sunk a full five inches into the stone, and remained rigid. With that, he grasped the man's legs, pulled them up so that his a** was exposed, and slammed the aforementioned a** down on the impaled sword with as much force as his body could muster. *the following has been censored*
Iku remained seated at the bar, despite the commotion behind him, and took a long drink from his sake bottle, happy to be (hopefully) rid of the pest. He silently reminded himself to clean his zanpakutou later.
...these wounds just will not heal
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 11:56 pm
((The above post is excused for it's graphic nature, this one time. All of you get one warning or the like before I turn this guild to a Private setting.))
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 12:12 am
For the first time since his intoxication, Kanda felt an ounce of pain. Except, it wasn't just an ounce; the pain was more along the lines of that felt on the night that he and Retsu had a drunken escapade and many "objects" were inserted into his...well you get the point. Kanda was in pain and he expressed it by screaming out obscenities before promptly removing the tsuka (handle) from his bodily cavity. Bent over and rubbing his buttocks in pain, Kanda uttered the words, "I'll get you some day...but for now I'll let you go, baby." Disregarding Iku as if he didn't exist after that, the once captain turned toward where Fefnir was seated and stumbled over to the seat next to him. "Hey there Feffy Poo" Kanda said in a cute voice while eying the Captain's...package.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 12:23 am
ENEMY,
you may think,_____
but never VILLAIN…__________
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X (( approved autohit is approved ))
Fefnir, on the other hand, was sitting properly, having fallen back into his old habits. In fact, he'd have been more comfortable on the floor to show that she was his superior, but that wasn't exactly an option for someone who was generally considered to be one of the strongest shinigami inside of the walls. He had appearances to keep up, after all.
A soft growl rumbled lightly inside his head, a soft plea, and the red man realized he'd completely ignored something. He swiftly pulled the blade in the black sheath from his waist and held it out to his friend, stating simply, "He wants to see you," with a smile.
Then... Kanda. A wonderful moment ruined by 2-drink Kanda and his homoerotic tendencies. Slowly, he placed the blade against the chair, turned his head to face the drunkard, and with a swift, fluid motion, stood, pulled the man from his seat, and put his foot straight into the interruption's chest so he'd hit the glass viewing panel.X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
FOOL,
_____you may think,
__________but never SINNER...
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 12:44 am
Kanda felt only a slight pressure on his chest before realizing that he was flying backward. Either way, he could care less about flying out of the window... that was until he hit the glass. A large pressure built up on his back and soon after the window shattered, causing shards to fall to the ground below. As he exited the building in style, Kanda screamed out one thing, "******** you, Fefnir! David Bowie foreeeevvvvver!" Slowly he tumbled through the air performing flips and dance moves to the sound of Beethoven's Fur Elise before promptly smashing against the ground in a gruesome fashion.
Kanda had no idea what happened after that, it was almost as if his body was teleported inside of a metal chamber. Examining his body, the supposedly dead Captain noticed no damage at all to his body. "I guess we can't die here...", he said before gripping his head in pain and continuing, "but I guess we can still get hangovers." With a sigh, he opened up the door, stretched, and took a breath of fresh air. "The air out here is n-- OH MY GOD, WHAT IS THAT?", Kanda exclaimed at the sight of his dead body, or what used to be a dead body.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 12:45 am
"Such fun, and we're only in the gallery..."
Micheal was musing seemingly to himself, paying more attention to the fights going on amongst the spectators than those going on amongst the competitors. In his left hand was a small black device that looked like a walkie-talkie of some sort, though every so often he would put the part that would normally be the antenna to his lips and breathe deeply - it was his portable vaporizer after all.
And, of course, he wasn't musing to himself. That guy looks like he's annoying. I hope he doesn't come over here. I mean, I've got nothing against gay people, but people like that just...
"If you want to come out and deal with him yourself, just say so."
Well, I...oh, hey, look, statistics! I love statistics.
"I need to get you some ******** Adderall one of these days..." Micheal's right hand was another matter - he was nonchalantly twirling a very prominent red Ferrari key on his right pinky. "Can't keep your damn thoughts in order for ten seconds..."
Hey, my record's 32.7!
"Mmhmm. All I can say is you're probably the best hollow I could have asked for."
But you didn't ask for me, did ya? No, you're stuck with me rattling about your head and bouncing off the walls...
Micheal put his face into his right hand, pressing on his forehead and taking another hit from the vaporizer while trying to keep his eyes on the amusing drunkard - who seemed to have found his way into the viewing panels, eliciting a snort from Micheal and raucous laughter from Micheal's attention-deficient dark side. "Heh...though, I told you to quit that goddamn bouncing. You know it gives me a mig--"
More pain. Blinding, jarring, vibrating, head-smashing pain - and the voice again. You can't stop me, hahahahahckkgug--
The voice inside went silent after the strangling noise, and Micheal sighed. "I can stop you, I just don't normally want to...now stop bouncing around and you can talk again."
The voice stayed silent, and that was good enough for Micheal to simply take another hit and watch the madness unfold.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 1:05 am
Yuki smiled as Fefnir offered the blade to her. It had been so long since she had spoken to the age old dragon, and for so long she had felt lonely. She was about to reach out and take the offered blade, and reunite with herself when the flaming gay drunk decided now was the best time to hit on her old friend. Sadly she didn't get the chance to beat the s**t out of him mercilessly for ruining this wonderful moment. Thankfully, she knew the secret of this room, as the sign outside the door informed her that while they where here... they where immortal.
She stood up, her face set into an angry glare as she strode across the room to where the tin can vita chamber stood. It took all of a few minutes before her target revived himself in the chamber and strode out, nursing a hangover and shouted at her face. In her cold rage, she viciously grabbed a fistful of hair and his chin, and with her BARE HANDS sharply twisted and broke the rude man's neck.
With a satisfied sigh as he fell to the floor, she turned around and walked back to where Fefnir sat and picked up her blade.
"I've missed you too."
She thought as the warm aura of the dragon engulfed her. All that answered was a contented rumbling growl as he settled back into the comfortably familiar set of her inner world. At the same time Yuki sat back down, shifting a little to get extra comfortable in the new warmth with a contented sigh.
"Now you really don't stand a chance."
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 1:07 am
"I call shenanigans!" Came a readily annoyed youngsters voice from the doorway. Storming inside, the green eyes high school student paused to c**k her hips and set equally angered hands on said hips. "The ******** are you all do'in in here?! Private property much!"
How many where there already...sheesh, reaching into her school bag to bring out a recite booklet, Aine flipped through the pages. Nothing, absolutely nothing hinted at her little abode being rented out for the weekend, let alone by a bunch of people wearing hakama. What...a martial arts tournament...please, what is this? DBZ on crack... Continuing her march inside, her sharp little eyes caught the broken window before she smiled maliciously.
No one could die, but it didn't mean she couldn't continually kill them for breaking the expensive window banks.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 6:00 am
...Sssscccchhhhrrrriiiinnnngggg...
...Sssscccchhhhrrrriiiinnnngggg...
...Sssscccchhhhrrrriiiinnnngggg...
The soft sound of metal being grinded against stone was resonating in the tower, unheard by the commotion below. A resurrected Feiy was sitting high above the other contestants, on top of one the many monitors. Through methods she rather not disclose, she retrieved her zanpakutou, Azuhi from her student, taking the time to revert it back to its former glory. Not just by reverting back to its former power, but by also polishing it and overall repairing it from its misuse.
"I can't believe he ******** did that. I'll kill him if he ever does that again." Grumbling as she blew the metal dust and rust from her blade. She felt some familiar reiatsu. Reiatsu that, she hasn't felt in a very long time... two of which she had loathed greatly. She clenched her fist, the dust that was gracefully falling stopped in its place, soon compressing itself into a small metal ball. She released her fist, letting the ball drop high over Fefnir's head. Sure it wasn't that heavy, but from her height, it would at least hurt enough to be a nuisance.
As it dropped, she went back to her maintenance, inspecting the blade of any kinks. She then focused on sharpening the edge now.
"Cut well, my dear. We'll have a feast tonight." Another inspection led to her being satisfied with the results. She doesn't even remember the last she cleaned her. But no matter, it was back to its deadly form once again and she was happy with that. She then unsheathed the other blade, Jezebel, inspecting it to see if it needed to be cleaned as well. Somehow it didn't, which surprised but she figured that since it was a part of herself, and wasn't loaned out... it must have been resurrected as well.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 10:01 am
((And it appears that Bioshock is making a heavy appearance here xD))
It took Shan longer than anticipated to find the place. He wasn't exactly accustomed to traversing the Mortal Realm, and he entered a few good couple blocks away from where he should have opened up. But it wasn't exactly a chore to find where all the highly spiritual being had nested; it practically glowed.
As he walked the couple blocks in silence, he made a mental note to smack around those responsible for opening and aiming the Senkaimon Gate.
Even down below he could hear the ruckus from above, and before he even got indoors he saw a corpse littered with glass shards. He raised an eyebrow in bewilderment, before happening upon that all-explaining sign. It was absurd to him, but he couldn't exactly let it get to him.
Climbing up the staircase to the room above, the noise grew louder and his regret grew stronger. Why did I even agree to get thrown into this nonsense? Upon reaching the landing, Shan groaned. He could immediately see another dead body; the exact same one as before, and a whole room of people he had never seen before in his life.
Barely stepping into the door, he shifted to the right and leaned against it, keeping his decorative hood obscuring his features. Muttering to himself, he set his hands into a pair of pockets. "What the hell have I gotten myself in to..."
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 10:01 am
Axel Ike, 6th seat of the 8th Division slowly walked into the room. He had small smile on his face as he drew his zanputako and sat down laying it across his legs. He then began to play with his Reaitsu having a light conversation with his Spirit while practicing. You do realize that's a many captains over there, right? Ike shrugged he didn't care who they were he don't know them and only knew they were a captain because of the clothing. Shouldn't you mess with them up or something? He only shook his head in response they would understand that he was mad because of them and hopefully this was enough to warrant his slight rudeness. "SHUT THE ******** UP, BRATS! Im trying to get some sleep and don't mess with me, brats." With that the anger spoke with them and retreated to private quarter looking for some sleep.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 10:37 am
Hyjueken silently landed on the ground with a sudden tap. The dust and gravel on the ground didnt move an inch as Hyjueken stepped slowly into the room looking down at the floor. He lifted his head up ever so slightly and scanned the room. He saw the pressure of energy and spiritual pressure in this place as it flowed from one to another. He felt so calm looking at this since the energy calmed him down in a way no one would know. He followed the stair case which was just to his right and floated up the stairs as if nothing was ever there. He saw more and more light as he walked up the stairs, and heard more heartbeats racing also. There was already so many people in this place that Hyjueken knew this battle wasn't going to be the easiest thing for anyone here. "So many different energy sources." All he could see was the outline of everyone, he couldnt really tell how old or young they were, but one things for sure is that he could tell who was weak. He walked over to a wall and sat down with his legs crossed, as he started to go into a trance and the world around him started to get fuzzy and words started to fade from the fighters around him.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 11:49 am
"tok..tok..tok.."
From the hallway multiple footsteps could be heard coming towards the large room the other participants were in.As the steps came closer to the room the appearance of the creatures that came into the room were made visible.
It was a group of 7 thin hollows which had a blank face and it seemed they're entire body were made from a flexible bone substance.walking towards a corner in a circular formation there was a hollow standing in the middle with a small box in his hand.As they stood a corner in the room the circle reformed to a "V" formation with the hollow in the middle stretching out his arms in which he held the bone formed box.
Just standing there motionless the hollow blank mask slowly cracked around its mouth area and opened up revealing countless little sharp teeth.
Placing it's left claw under the box and his right claw on top of the box he turn the top claw to the right and the lower claw to the left as if the box was a Rubik cube.A few seconds later the box dispersed into reiatsu particles and revealed a small orb of highly concentrated reiatsu.Just gazing upon the orb could tell anyone it wasn't just any random object.
The hollow turned towards the group of similar hollow as he held the orb in between it's claws.The other hollows now came closer towards the one holding the orb they all stuck out their claws towards the orb as it began to vibrate violently and it seemed cracks were developing across its surface through which reiatsu began to leak like a liquid slowly wrapping around the group of hollows.
It had seemed the small orb had made a larger ball of condense reatsu in which multiple hollow death screams could be heard from within the prism colored ball before it shattered into countless small reiatsu fragments which were instantly absorbed by the new being that had appeared where the hollows once stood.
It was a man seemingly aged around 20's wearing a long white coat with a pair of white pantaloons and as footwear he wore wari's(sandals).He had waist length white hair which covered the left half of his face.His right uncovered eyes had a faint grey glow to it.
snapping his fingers suddenly a chair formed behind him constructed out of reiatsu particles.Dropping himself backwards he fell perfectly into the chairs form placing his elbow on the arm rest and placing his head leaning against his fingers he looked across the room directly into feiy's direction.Narrowing his eye he softly spoke as he felt he delicious reiatsu.
"Oh? scary people have gathered to this event."
He spoke softly with a gentle voice before chuckling a bit.
[[OOC:Still a bit rusty I guess. -.-
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 3:25 pm
((*Shivers* Oh This is gonna be fun ^_^))
"God ya'll are so damn noisy! Though I suppose I prefer it this way, after all it shows you are in great health." Zaine commented with a large grin upon entering the rowdy room, he looked to the dead body and chuckled. "Well healthy for the most part I guess, though we should get that thing outta here before it ruins the evening." he drawled, watching as the corpse was disposed of, as the limp form flew into the darkness he dusted off the long black cloak he wore in lieu of the traditional shinigami uniform, looking to the crowd from behind his messy brown hair his golden eyes that were sporadically flecked with dark crimson, seemed to dance with a jovial spirit. "My some new faces and some familiar ones too, this is a big shindig eh?" he mused to himself with interest.
Noting the large amount of reiatsu gathered here his pulse quickened with excitement, this was going to be a helluva tournament without a doubt, it would probably be the largest one of its kind ever held and it seemed that some certain people had even made their way back from the land of death to participate, the main example of course being the legendary Feiy Boelba. Others had simply returned from their quests to get involved it seemed, Fefnir was in deep conversation with Yuki who the Squad 9 Fuku Taicho had heard of back when he was just a fledgling shinigami from the academy, exhaling slowly to calm himself he made his way over to the bar and took a vacant seat and ordered a water, he should probably keep his wits about him for now, seeing as there has already been a death.
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