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 Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 2:39 pm
Espina looked up at the man with messy dark hair with a blank look. "Obviously, an argument." She murmured. "Except they're not shouting, how boring." She took another look at the tall arrancar and blinked. He was tall, very tall. About 9 or 10 feet at least. And buffed up like he had been spending the last century building up muscles. "And why are you staring at my hair like that?" She frowned.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 2:54 pm
((Uh...I don't know what's going on, at all, so....))
Torakun grabbed Soujirou by the collar and dragged him along with the others.
((Short post of the year, ftw!))
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 2:59 pm
"Doesn't look like an argument, I would have been slapped by now!" Zankairou responded initially with obvious pride to something that most people probably couldn't find self-achievement in being slapped across the face. While his fellow Arrancar commented on how boring the argument that was proceeding was because there was no shouting involved, when he thought about it arguments were a lot more fun when everyone was screaming there heads off but that's because Zankairou always imagined there heads exploding from to much shouting. "Huh? Oh right well it looks like chocolate, does it taste like chocolate?" Zankairou answered the other Arrancar's question. He would have taken the time to look her over but he was hungry and the hair seemed edible enough, all he needed was confirmation.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 3:29 pm
Being forgotten in the shadows of the room in which the body of a knight lay in scraps upon the desolate floor Temor lay dormant listening to the annoying shinigami rant on. A room full of arrancar and two of them were the most powerful in all of Hueco Mundo yet this shinigami was practically begging for his body to lay within the walls of the Dark Court. The bravery of the shinigami had obviously been ignored by all those that were left in the room and even the vizard that led the group here had just looked at the shinigami as a stubborn fool. Now all that remained for the shinigami would be a sense of idiocity and a death wish. What was the purpose for all this flaunting? Perhaps a sense to show everyone that he was no push over? Clearly he was outnumbered, but not as much as he was out matched. Maybe the shinigami did care a lot about something called "friendship", but still there was a time and place for everything. His death here wouldn't change a thing in saving a comrades life. The shinigami should have already known that by now, but it seems that his head is thicker than it is useful. Whatever the matter Temor stood by in the darkness now turned and focusing in on the shinigami.
The eyes of the segunda espada pierced the veil of darkness now allowing the shinigami to know that his heart was mere seconds away from being rendered useless to the rest of his body. Temor's glare would also carry a sense of loneliness and despair that only a smart shinigami would feel if he caught the espada's gaze. That loneliness will slowly settle in and instill fear and eventually that'll be all that's needed for the shinigami to know that his death here wouldn't change a thing for his friend and then leave. Death would be imminent upon the following actions that the shinigami decided to use.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 4:50 pm
{{ Arriving from Courtyard. }} Kaisho found himself heading towards a group of unfamiliar reiatsu levels in the court he was about to enter. Instantly, he realised that they were those of Arrancar, and as he entered the dark domain, he suddenly stopped his strides. He took a good look around the court, noticing that he was severely outmatched if this were a hostile situaion. He did, however, understand that with the current situation, if he remained calm and did not provoke them, they would probably leave him be. Probably. He could feel similar reiatsu levels ahead of him, and with the hopes of not falling too far behind, made his statement quick. "You may already know the situation by now, so you probably understand that I and my comrades are not here by our own volition." Kaisho said, bowing at Temor, and then turning to bow at Jes.
He could sense authority within both of them, and purely on his own etiquette, responded to such sensations accordingly. {{ I think I'll leave it there, see what kind of reaction, if any, one of you wish to make. I'll make a leaving RP post when enough people have begun to RP in the Gate to Earth thread. }}
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 4:59 pm
"Friendship is something only humane bonds create, why I keep this bond is because I only seek to make sure this girl grows up to the greatest she can become. I know my place, a shinigami who is weaker than the greatest arrancar in this place, you think I didn't comprehend death. You have failed to understand me, when they told me to go, knowing death was the price for not going was easily known. I don't fear death, I welcome it." Kasen said for he knew all of the dangers, dying, being destroyed, going on pure nothing just to save someone who doesn't even understand what was happening. "Kill me, go ahead, you arrancars know what your pure instincts are, kill the shinigami." Kasen said with unnerving eyes as he looked at Natsuo's blade and simply said ,"Sting and Blaze, Kaosu Sasori." Kasen said as he dropped something in his hand that created a black fog that hid each reaitsu that fell into it and all the senses of anything in it were robbed.
"Killl me, I dare you!" Kasen shouted as his voice faded into the black fog of darkness as he waited knew death would come from anyone, everyone he knew will forget.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 5:07 pm
When dark reflections dance... Bikou let out a long sigh as the shinigami released his sword. It was always the same with these children, rage, rage rage. Talk, talk, talk. Die, die, die. He contemplated allowing the child to be given his fate, but then thought better of it. Aislnn was damaged enough without the loss of a pack-mate, and he needed psyche relatively sound.
"Do not be a fool, pup!" He shouted, his voice echoing about the cavern. "You precious friend is being released, along with her subordinate. As it stands, they did not have the information we required. So put your d**k away and piss off." His voice leveled out towards the end of his speaking, becoming something far more menacing. "Unless you would rather stay here and die for nothing. After all, why commit suicide to save someone who has already been freed?" He laughed lightly, allowing his "rage" to subside. "Your choice, pup."
With that, he vanished with a static pop, moving to some unknown location.[exit] ...Beneath a silvery moon
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 5:16 pm
Kasen slashed away the darkness and only looked at Jes with a dark stare. "Does your little puppet lie, you've been trying to make emotionless warfare, you question about my motives..." Kasen said as he looked at her and simply said ,"Then let me leave with whatever is left of her..." Kasen said as he knew a simple request is meaningless to them as he simply placed his blade at Natsuo's neck. "Yeah,yeah, killing one isn't worth anything to you..." Kasen muttered as he held the dual-bladed sword at the arrancar's neck. Kasen was emotionlessly looking at the arrancar and wasn't trying to do anything, simply trying to wait for a response to respond himself.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 9:31 pm
Espina gave him a flat stare. Was he trying to be funny, or was he really that wierd...? "I don't eat hair, thank you very much. I eat food, like a normal arrancar. And no, my hair does not taste like chocolate." Her attention was drawn to the now heated argument. Heated enough that the Shinigami captain had drawn out his zanpakuto's Shikai and held it at an arrancar's neck. Her gut stirred with rare emotion, but none showed on her face. He hand went to her own zanpakuto, tied on her waist, and slid it out a centimeter.
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 8:33 am
"Oh? well if you don't eat hair how would you know it doesn't taste like chocolate A-Ha!" Zankairou responded with the belief that he had made a point that his fellow Arrancar couldn't dissuade - maybe she'd even let him sample a taste of her hair to see if it tasted like chocolate, if it didn't taste like chocolate then that would suck, chocolate was a good thing. Zankairou turned to look at the continuing argument as it started to grow, Zankairou believed the Shinigami Captain to be an utter fool - not because of words or intelligence (it was plainly obvious that Zankairou lacked in this department) but because he drew his sword too early. Of course this was only a-tested to Zankairou's belief that one should test the level of there opponent before using a blade but that also lay down to the fact that his fists packed a stronger punch than most.
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 2:42 pm
Kaisho's prescence went seemingly unnoticed by the arrancar in the court, they're attention more on Kasen than that of himself. That was good, it meant that he could probably make his way out unnoticed. However, he did feel an urge to warn Kasen of the danger he was putting himself in, as he was firstly talking about how he wanted to save a friend of his, and now he was ready to throw his life away to this group of arrancar. The shinigami had even released his Shikai in preparation to fight, which really put him in a bad position.
"You really do not get this do you?" Kaisho snapped, fed up of this shinigami whether he was superior to him or not. "If the Arrancar wanted to kill us, those two superiors over there would have given the order, and we'd be slain by now." Kaisho added, turning to walk away from them.
He turned back and finished, "They know that there is a situation of greater magnitude than Shinigami being here by accident, or out to save comrades that have already been released. Given your self-destructive attitude, I don't expect you to live to see the comrade you're trying to save arrive safely out of Hueco Mundo. For Aislnn's sake, at least, take their lack of hostility as a blessing and leave them alone. Go look for your friend, and settle whatever scores you have with these another time."
With that, Kaisho turned sharply, and walked off. His teal cape rippled gently from side to side as he strolled. Kaisho was not prepared to listen to whatever fool-hardy drivel Kasen would say after his own little speech, nor did he want to allow the Arrancar to converse with him. He had enough of being here now, and with every second longer he spent, the more danger he would put himself in if things turned sour. {{ Exiting. }}
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 2:48 pm
Though Buru never tried to make a scene it was just apart of his aura that got peoples attention, the room was filled with static energy, something that radiated both Shinigami and Hollow. If anybody had ever been around him, they would instantly know that it was Buru Riki. His giant axe slung over his shoulder and the chain that connected to the end of the hilt wrapped around nearly his entire left arm. Simply huffing his massive form paused beside Zankariou, he was a very entertaining individual and reminded himself of a few people he had met in his long life. They where very energetic, yet it was the people that where always happy that seemed to harvest the most anger. Perhaps it not be raw like his own, but maybe guilt, or sadness, or maybe frustrated for one reason or another. Let it be any of these or something completely different, Buru figured that anybody that could joke around and smile nearly all the time had some sort of suppressed anger issues.
Letting his axe fall to the ground he stopped it just an inch from the ground and lowered it soundlessly to the floor. Looking over to the smaller girl he rose an eye brow attempting to figure out her own personal opinion on the man beside him, and it was obvious that she wasn't finding him amusing in the least. However, there was only one reason why he wouldn't allow her opinion decide what he thought of Zan, and that was simply because she was a female. Buru was very sexist, however, he wasn't as bad as he used to be, once upon a time figuring all women had their place within the house, to make her husband look good by being the perfect wife, and that entailed protecting the house when he was away, to raise the children, and to serve her husband in any way he needed. Now though, he believed women where more useful than being just a mans right hand within the home, but where equal to men in almost every way. This of course was a forced view that was rather bluntly taught to him by Onalim, his late wife. So instead of just telling the small girl to go away and let the men talk, he simply ignored her and looked down to Zankariou, "What's going on here boy?" his voice extremely deep and full of bass. His eyes shifted up briefly to catch a glimpse of the people in the immediate area.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 4:52 am
Espina let the hint of a frown appear on her lips. "You must obviously be very hungry. Everyone, with the exception of you, knows that hair does not taste like anything except for hair. Even without eating it." She turned, interested, as the Shinigami's comrade reproached him, even though he was the lesser of the two. "How odd..."
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 6:21 pm
Jes rested an elbow against the dark armrest of her throne, supporting her head with the hand of that same arm. She looked bored more than anything else. The noisome shinigami continued to pester her though she hadn't responded for some minutes. It was almost amusing to watch him wax lyrically about friendship one minute and then threatened Natsuo in the next. His abrupt shifts in character were hardly endearing him to Jes.
Her eyes flicked to Temor who stood in the shadows to one side. The look she shared with him silently communicated her utter contempt for the shinigami before her. It was a tired sort of look, speaking to her unwillingness to attack such a feckless group of intruders. It's simply not worth it, she wanted to say; however, Temor wasn't hers to command. Although Jes appeared as the arrancar's queen and sole ruler, it was a joint partnership. She wouldn't presume to order him about the way she did her subordinates. He was his own entity and entirely removed from her rule. The partnership worked because they shared the same basic goals and ideas. Now, however, she was hoping he would go along with her feelings on the matter. She couldn't imagine he wanted the shinigami in their domain any more than she did.
To her slight interest, a newly arrived shinigami seemed to have a better grasp of the situation than Kasen. He snapped at his comrade, betraying an irritation that Jes herself felt but did not express. For his sharp words and quick assessment of the situation, Jes almost respected him. Certainly far more so than Kasen, at the very least. When she finally spoke, she kept her voice level as before, boredom apparent in every syllable.
"If you have any sense of self-preservation, you will leave me in peace," She said quietly. "You are of no use to me. If you are of no use, I may as well turn you over to Temor, at which point you will only have a short time to regret your idiocy. Get out of my Court and get out of Las Noches. I have granted you free passage yet my patience wears thin. You have failed to protect the pup. Accept your failure and leave me be. I have nothing more to say to you except that it would be foolish to test my graciousness further,"
Jes wondered at the strength of the bonds that joined werewolf pack members. She was privy to Aislinn's thoughts and feelings and she could sense a link between the girl and her pack mates, but she couldn't yet determine its potency. In truth, Aislinn was already free and had been presented with an opportunity to leave Las Noches entirely. Bikou had seen to that. If Jes concentrated, she could see what Ash saw-- a garganta that led back to Soul Society. Surely if the girl left, her pack mates would sense that. Then again, the wolf before her seemed a bit dull-witted, so perhaps not.
[Again, with the insults, not a slight against you personally. Jes is mean. Also, I'm sorry for not acknowledging each and every one of you. It's not like I don't care about your presence, but I'm just trying to deal with the situation at hand.]
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 5:08 am
Zankairou turned to look when he heard someone speak to him - or at least he assumed it was to him after all the voice was rather close. When he turned he was actually rather surprised. It was a rare occurence for Zankairou to see another humanoid being that was taller than himself. With a slight look of awe he thought of his response. "I have no idea - there was an argument, but it's not really an argument and then the weak Shinigami pulled out his sword" Zankairou's answer was if not confusing - a very short summary of what he had witnessed since his arrival. After all he didn't believe the argument to be an argument because no one had been slapped yet. His own personal feelings on how a fight should begin was also spoken with his belief that the Shinigami that drew his sword was a weakling for doing so. "Oh and this girl won't let me find out if her hair tastes like chocolate" Zankairou had ignored the response of his female "counterpart" as he believed his point still stood - how would anyone know that hair couldn't taste like chocolate? after all it could be like any assortment of snacks, they came in a variety of flavours.
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