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и σ c є ℓ ℓ αxxк υ я є и α ι
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xx- u o ɯ ǝ pxxx/xxxɐ ɯ ɹ ɐ ʞ -
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xxxAs soon as she felt his hand around her leg, she launched into action. "Hadō #11, Tsuzuri Raiden!" she commanded. An electric current zipped across the surface of her skin, electrocuting whatever touched her. Which meant that if Shoe didn't let go, he was going to get his brains fried into a scrambled egg. With his one hand occupied, there left the problem of his gigantic sword. Buying some time, Noce launched a Sho at his sword, hoping to knock it off balance and rendering it unusable for a few seconds. Plenty of time to make her escape. Without a second's thought, she flipped her blade into a reverse grip, aiming to hook the blade around his neck. Even if he managed to yank her off balance, he wouldn't be able to do so without slitting his own neck. The downside to this was that it left Noce in an awkward position. Not only would she lose her leverage, but she would lose her means of escape also. But it would only end in an eye for an eye. That was the one thing she loved about close quarters combat. There wasn't a risk one wouldn't take to win a fight like this.

и σ c є ℓ ℓ αxxк υ я є и α ι
ｃａｒｍｉｎｅxx.ｃａｒｉａｄ
xx- u o ɯ ǝ pxxx/xxxɐ ɯ ɹ ɐ ʞ -
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xxxShe withdrew her blade and twisted as he reached for his scabbard, but was a tad too slow. The edge of the sheath managed to clip her on the shoulder, probably fracturing her collarbone from the blunt force, but that didn't faze her a bit. Getting knocked towards the ground by the attack, she twisted once more in a noble feat of dexterity, snaking herself onto the base of the scabbard with a twist and toss of a leg. The result avoided her being completely squished like a pancake, but at the same time, it would be difficult to use her left arm efficiently. To compensate, she threw the sheath in her left hand at his face, sending it spinning in a circular fashion towards him at point blank range. With her sword still in a reverse grip, she drew back her arm to ready her next blow. "Tessho!" she called, driving her sword arm forward. A modified version of a palm thrust, except she was using it with the pommel of her blade. Aiming for the solar plexus, the move could potentially cause some serious bruising and it would hurt like one hell of a ******** if she had pinpointed the bundle of nerves correctly.

и σ c є ℓ ℓ αxxк υ я є и α ι
ｃａｒｍｉｎｅxx.ｃａｒｉａｄ
xx- u o ɯ ǝ pxxx/xxxɐ ɯ ɹ ɐ ʞ -
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xxx"Doesn't that defeat the purpose of your mission then, yeppeun sonyeon?" she taunted. "I wonder how the ladies will react once i'm finished transforming your face." she snickered. As he jumped back into the game with another attack, she Shunpoed backwards out of range as a crater formed where she was previously standing, from the force of his blade. If he kept using such linear attacks, she'd just keep dancing away out of predictability. Time for him to get creative. As rocks and debris flew everywhere, she took the moment as an opportune distraction to once again go into close quarters combat. Pulling every cheap trick out of her book, she used Kyokko to completely disappear, and topped off the cherry with a Sekienton to cover the battlefield with harmless red smoke. Without a moment's hesitation, she Shunpoed behind him and immediately jumped to get the leverage that she needed for her next move. "Senmaioroshi!" she whispered, launching her blade forward with stunning quickness. She launched hundreds of sword slashes at his back in the blink of an eye, possibly giving him a nice haircut and carving an artistic picture in the middle of his back.

и σ c є ℓ ℓ αxxк υ я є и α ι
ｃａｒｍｉｎｅxx.ｃａｒｉａｄ
xx- u o ɯ ǝ pxxx/xxxɐ ɯ ɹ ɐ ʞ -
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xxxAs Shoe released his Shikai, Noce sprung backwards off his blade. Looks like he had reached his breaking point. Watching as cherry blossoms seemed to flake off of him, she laughed at the irony of it all. Prepping her own Shikai, she twirled her blade in a circle before crossing it with her sheath. "I'll show you how the sun set, Kokina Hiiro Hinode!" she commanded, reiatsu blasting out of her in waves of orange, red, and yellow. In a brigt glow of light, Noci reappeared in a soft sunrise glow. Her outfit was slightly changed, gaining pants instead of a skirt, and boots instead of bandaged feet. A sword hung at each hip, which she both drew in a reverse grip. All in all, not very intimidating, other than the nice light show of colors. But as he would soon learn, not all things were as they seemed. In a way, Noci's Zan was just as covert and devilish as the woman herself. Charging forward with her blades against the length of her forearms, she jumped and spun in the air, doing a bladed whirlwind towards his upper body.

и σ c є ℓ ℓ αxxк υ я є и α ι
ｃａｒｍｉｎｅxx.ｃａｒｉａｄ
xx- u o ɯ ǝ pxxx/xxxɐ ɯ ɹ ɐ ʞ -
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xxxAs he kicked her arm out from under her, she used the forward momentum to twist in the air once more. His sheathed blade caught her on the back of her knee instead, which hurt like a b***h, but she used it to her advantage. Squeezing the blade between her thigh and her calf, nearly sitting on the blade, she moved with his swing, releasing the blade from her leg once she had turned a full one eighty degree angle, giving her the perfect position to snip away more of his hair. The devilish woman snaked her blade forward with great amusement, aiming several shallow cuts at his hair and swinging the sheath of her blade in an attempt to bludgeon a concussion into his thick skull.

и σ c є ℓ ℓ αxxк υ я є и α ι
ｃａｒｍｉｎｅxx.ｃａｒｉａｄ
xx- u o ɯ ǝ pxxx/xxxɐ ɯ ɹ ɐ ʞ -
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xxxAs Shoe released his Shikai, Noce sprung backwards off his blade. Looks like he had reached his breaking point. Watching as cherry blossoms seemed to flake off of him, she laughed at the irony of it all. Prepping her own Shikai, she twirled her blade in a circle before crossing it with her sheath. "I'll show you how the sun set, Kokina Hiiro Hinode!" she commanded, reiatsu blasting out of her in waves of orange, red, and yellow. In a brigt glow of light, Noci reappeared in a soft sunrise glow. Her outfit was slightly changed, gaining pants instead of a skirt, and boots instead of bandaged feet. A sword hung at each hip, which she both drew in a reverse grip. All in all, not very intimidating, other than the nice light show of colors. But as he would soon learn, not all things were as they seemed. In a way, Noci's Zan was just as covert and devilish as the woman herself. Charging forward with her blades against the length of her forearms, she jumped and spun in the air, doing a bladed whirlwind towards his upper body.

{ O.O.C ~ I accidentally edited four posts up. If you could get a SS of the original for me to retype, that would be nice. }

There came a time in his travels that he heard rumors of a sacred and ancient tree. The tale told spoke of tying a red ribbon to its branch and the wish came true, it seemed simple, implausible and completely crazy but at this point he would have, had gone to hell for this woman. With a tear stained memory fresh in his mind it was a rather silent walk towards the 17th division rukongai district. While the sun set behind him he became a silhouette against the backdrop of a golden hue, a ghastly figure pacing towards the enormous mountain not half a mile away from him. This warrior held his grip; lifting his hand in a slow trance he ran a thumb against the stained surface of the ribbon drifting off into thought while splitting his mind with the area around him. He was coming up to the base, his ear-shot was lulled by the river beside him also streaming towards the mountain but not only the soothing sounds of running water but the sweat stained air, the quick clashing of steel and the breaths of air from two nearby shinigami.

His mind of course was split, while listening to the fighting he was also deep in his own well of thoughts. The ribbon in his hand was stained with tears and blood, ripped at the edges and completely red, just with blood. The red ribbon he held was originally white and piece of his mother’s kimono, the night of the incident he had grabbed it just before being orphaned he must have kept it somewhere, digging it out when he heard rumors of this cherry blossom tree. His pace never slowed as he walked along to the mountain top, he was traveling light, a simple bow and quiver resting on his left shoulder, across his right was a masterful broadsword and over that was a backpack, very expensive and worth every penny. His zanpakuto was sitting on his left hip, nestled beneath the belt and tied around in a loop, he had this ribbon originally wrapped around the cross guard of his blade to never forget what he was fighting for, with it he felt he could take on the entity of hell but hopefully it’d never come to that. “I’m here… I can only hope this works, mother. “

He made his way past the two Gotei lap dogs, barely a first thought and nary a last. His movements held small back drafts even though he felt as if he were barely strolling along, of course they must not have been going all out, relative to their fight he was skipping frames for most appearing and reappearing with small gaps in between. Only members of the Gotei could be fighting in such a serene place, but he thought little of it and continued on his travel. There came a small path leading up towards the mountain, it was quit the travel but he found the journey there was the real reward: just as how people cut corners or simply use a shunpo to reach the top could never understand the beauty of seeing the sights, taking in the environment, reflecting on why you must make this wish compared to just seeing what all the fuss is about. He let his hand drop the wind pushing past him as he took his first steps up the mountain and perhaps the first steps to letting go.

“Search for the answers I knew all along…” His thoughts were drifting as he closed himself to the world around and only kept open the path in front of him. Being closed minded was never his intention especially in this quest, to search every rumor and even whispers of what would help him he had grown a collection of items: some sacred some just little trinkets but every journey brought him one step closer to the end, just like this mountain every step would bring him closer to the top and help him reach serenity. With his mind in a trance like state he felt his mind in a constant state of meditation; the side effect was his zanpakuto spirit was always with him in thoughts but he learned to fade his inner world away to leave just the quiet darkness for the both to think. “I think I’ve always known I’m broken. Aren’t I?” He asked Shinoken solemnly while in his mind they were sitting within the darkness simply staring at each other. “If your broken then that would mean I am too?”

Of course while he said that the wanderer was staring into the depths of a blood red eye and silver pond iris he could almost see the crack lining his face, they were defiantly broken but perhaps the crack was merely a reflection of his own mind transferred into his soul. “Do I miss her?” He asked again, his vision was clear yet shaky holding up the bloodied piece of ribbon to cover his zanpakuto’s spirit left eye while staring into the silvery lunar iris. ”I think we both do…” He said just as quiet as the shadows around them, but this time when the wanderer stared into his zanpakuto the crack had grown, he needed to patch this up before this emptiness grew but how was the question. He was halfway along the mountain; he could feel the air growing thinner but to no effect on his constitution. He still had plenty of time to ponder but he wasn’t sure if he should, the longer he sat and spoke with his weapon and soul, the more the crack would grow but based on his own thoughts that crack must be his soul and the tight grip he had on this foolish quest.” Should I even go on Shinoken?”

He couldn’t breath anymore, there was an intense spark burning in his chest, but he couldn’t make out the pain it wasn’t physical. “Let go… if you want.” He said this but the voice that spoke was much more sporadic than usual. The wanderer took one last look at his zanpakuto and it was truly frightening. The silver eye was bleeding tears, blood seeping into the otherwise pure pond and what he saw wasn’t his zanpakuto it was the reflection of himself he if ever gave up. If he ever gave up without letting go then he would truly become a monster. ”Thank you Shinoken.“ He was standing before the tree where quite the dozen of red ribbons were bound to its branches. He lifted his hand, touching the largest branch; it was empty of ribbons and full of cherry blossoms. He held his bloodied ribbon in hand, his wish in his mind except he didn’t reach to tie it, he turned to the very peak of the mountain and stood on the edge, while gripping his zanpakuto he threw the ribbon into the breeze his wishes would be carried to god not bound by trees.

He wanted to see her off, the shinigami lifted his blindfold completely tearing it off with an enormous release of spirit energy at the very top of the mountain he caught the view of the sun glistening off in the distant, the blood stained ribbon floating away as hundreds of sakura petals followed after. In a hailstorm of pink petals and red ribbons his flew the furthest in the wind and in the wave of spirit energy. Watching it fly away into the horizon was his way of letting go, perhaps not completely or not even in those dark nights but for now, this day he was a little bit happier and that’s all he can do. Live it day by day and hope for happiness. He turned his back on the mountain and that tree, maybe it didn’t grant wishes but instead gave resolve or peace of mind instead. You may not always get your wish but you might find the strength and resolve to go make your wish a reality, instead of relying on some old tree to do it for you. That courage to stand on your own two feet is more of a gift than your wish could ever be. He made his way down the mountain, standing at the base, his zanpakuto trembling in its sheath, his hands loose and his shoulders high, he was happier now than when he walked up the mountain and now he was looking to fight and the small woman on the left didn’t seem like a bad fighter. He stood a good distance away; on his way back down the mountain he had recovered his blindfold reentering the trance state of mind with a whole new resolve. “Hey there you two I got dibs on winner!”

xxx "Enjoy the Eternal Spring..."
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Jun Soo's mouth contorted into a mild grimace, his fist giving way as she nullified his punch. Strong and fast, troublesome as hell. Leaning back, he stepped awkwardly out of the way, feeling the rope of the Hainiwa envelop him. But this weak kido wouldn't be enough to hold back the Vandal Tiger. Not letting himself be distracted by the outside voice, he struggled a moment before roaring at the sky, snapping her spiritual rope, but not without paying the price. His legs were heavily marked by what might as well have been rope burn, spinning his blade and bringing it down on his pink haired opponent. "The Sakura may be strong, but the Tiger Lily is just as beautiful! Oniyuri!" That wasn't a release phrase, he was literally leading up to a move as his blade made a collision course for the ground. When it hit, if she was within his immediate range of his sword, the pressure of his energy would bring her down in the six pointed star that actually made the shape of a Tiger Lily.