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 Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 7:42 pm
"Most of the people here are very old, like centuries to melenium's old. Especially the arrancar. Since it takes a considerable amount of time to reach out rank most of us have been arrancar for centuries meaning we've had centuries to perfect our swordplay. So I'm just going to give you the basics to survive" He said looking at her. Raijin could tell by the blank stare she had gotten a while ago that he zanpakuto was speaking to her.
"Well good, if your hearing a voice that is literally the spirit within your sword. That spirit is linked with you, so thus it's usually very wise and very powerful something that you have that we don't" He said referring to arrancar. "So if it is telling you something or giving you advice you will want to listen. Also if it happens to tell you it's name you should say it aloud because that will cause you to enter your first release" He said figuring he should cover the basics over he sword since it was talking to her.
"Now we will continue our sword play, but we will make it interesting. Before every attack I will ask a question if you get it right I will simply go at your speed so you can keep up, if you answer incorrectly I will give you a cut somewhere on your body. Eventually if you keep getting them wrong you'll bleed out." He said twirling his glaive once more before allowing it to come to a halt. "When fighting someone faster than you what do you do?" He asked wondering if she would get her first question correct or possibly get her first cut.
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 8:18 pm
"And here I merely thought I was going insane," Sara said airily, brushing aside any hurt she felt at Belial's words. She had more to worry about than aspersions cast at her, though. If what Raijin said was true, she had a long way to go to catch up. Centuries, even.
And by the sound of this next exercise, she might not even have that long. She focused on Raijin again, watching the deadly curved blade of his glaive. There was no way she'd be fast enough to parry if he came at her at his full speed. Right? But then, that was what his first question concerned. Speed. If he's faster...
Speed means everything in a fight. If you're too slow, you've already lost. It doesn't matter your muscle or numbers.The fast ones come out on top. That's why Sara won her fights so often. It was also the reason for the arrogance that lost her a few of them, too.
"You have to be faster," It was the best she could come up with. Her grip on her blade tightened with the knowledge that an attack was coming her way. "If you're slow, you've already lost,"
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 7:30 am
Raijin disappeared appearing on the other side of her as a small size gash appeared on her left upper arm. "Incorrect, but close so I won't give you the full punishment" He said turning and walking back around her, "When fighting someone faster all you simply need to do is create distance when he moves forward. If you can track the movements then when you just mirror him. So if I run forward faster than you can run and you dash back you'll be able to react better and counter the attack" He said frequently using that method he himself fought someone much faster.
"Question #2, what is a zanpakuto?" He asked wondering if she had paid attention when he mentioned it earlier. Raijin's emerald eyes looked at her, his job was to teach her shikai but he wondered if he should teach her shunpo as well. If she could learn both she would already have the strength of a strong 3rd seat. Which would be quite amazing for such a short time spent in Las noches. He snapped out of his pondering returning his attention up to Sara. Raijin was going to only ask a few more questions before knocking her out or putting her in a near life or death situation to activate her shikai. Whichever came first.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 12:37 pm
Sara winced slightly, clapping her hand to the new cut in her arm. It wasn't too bad, as far as she could tell. It stung like hell, though. So I oughta start getting these damn questions right, she thought. She kept her sword firmly between herself and Raijin, all too aware that she wouldn't be able to stop his attacks.
Hearing the next question, she was as stumped as the first. A ready answer didn't exactly jump to her lips. It was a weird term-- zanpaku-to-- soul cutting sword. Thank god she'd been required to take English in her high school. She could easily picture and translate the kanji to their literal English translation.
"This," She held up her sword a bit higher, clearly indicating it as her answer. "My sword. She-- it's," The voice she heard in her head was definitively feminine. "A soul-cutting sword, right? A zanpaku-to. This is it. Is yours one, too? Your glaive, I mean,"
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 3:41 pm
"Since you said she I will count it as a correct answer. I suppose you could call mine a zanpakuto. Though I do not have a spirit residing within mine. Just simply a large amount of reiatsu" He said holding. Raijin was a bit jealous of her, she would rise through their ranks fast and soon become someone amazingly strong. She had something that no one else here had, she also was unknown to shinigami so she was an Ace for the Arrancar. He was quite proud to get the chance to teach her before she surpassed him.
"I suppose that is enough questions, besides you'll get a chance to ask whatever questions you want in a few seconds" He said his body blurring for a moment. He sighed knowing he moved so fast that Sara wouldn't realize she was hit until a few moments after it happened. Though it was good that he moved so fast, this way she would simply get knocked out without feeling any pain from the hit. Plus this way he could begin thinking of how to get her back to 100% so Jes sama wouldn't wonder why she was all bloodied up.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 8:15 am
Ice entered the chamber, we was on standing on some sort of balcony from which he could see everything happening down bellow him, he wonderd if Sara was any better now,"Oi Raijin what's going on with the girl."
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 4:24 pm
((Little brick is a bit overwhelmed with moving into her dorm at Cornell and other matters in the going to college department so regrettably she will not be able to post for a few days to week. Just thought I'd tell everyone so they knew where she was and what not))
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 10:23 pm
((Since we're here we could train ourselfs ))
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 4:56 am
Justin vonPilgrim ((Since we're here we could train ourselfs )) ((Nah, flooding the thread won't be very nice. If you would like to train you can make a prp and I'd be glad to train with you P.S. If you have any other things to say just pm me so we don't flood the thread))
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 9:05 pm
((prepare for epic length!))
“Wai—“ Sara took a hesitant step backwards just as the back of her head burst into intense pain. Stars exploded in her vision and then there was nothing at all.
Sara’s legs gave and she dropped to the hard ground. In sleep—even concussed as she was now—there was a quiet peace about her. Her aggressive, guarded expression had slipped away to reveal a softer, more vulnerable side of her. In this moment, safe in a dream, she resembled a broken angel.
The scent of dry leaves reached Sara’s nose and a chill spread icy fingers along her spine. She shivered, goose bumps rippling along the back of her neck and arms. Her hands clenched reflexively and cool grass bent beneath her fingers. Grass… But she was sure she’d fallen to the rough stone of Ice’s training hall.
Maybe… Maybe it was all just a dream. When I open my eyes, I’ll be lying in the park grass sleeping off a bad trip. That was plausible. There had been more than one occasion during which she’d stumbled through the streets, completely out of it. She usually woke up somewhere secluded—some sort of natural survival instinct led her to these spots where no one could harm her while she was… Inconvenienced.
Slowly, she opened her eyes. Her first sight was encouraging. She was stretched out on a field of heather, a scattering of browned leaves indicating that it was either mid-autumn or early winter. The cold bite to the air suggested the latter. Gathering her strength, she pushed herself up on her elbows. This clearing—wherever it was—was wholly unfamiliar. Tendrils of fog rolled over the heather. Perhaps it was early morning. The moisture clung to her hair, droplets of water hanging from the tips of her curls. A cold, distant sun illuminated the droplets like crystals. There were trees about her, too. The bark was bleached pale by the sun and the bare, leafless branches reached towards the winter sun like questing fingers.
As she continued to survey her new surroundings, a strange feeling crawled along the back of her neck. She felt eyes upon her and a whisper that might have been her name. She whipped her head around so quickly it almost gave her whiplash.
Not but a few feet from her—a spot she was certain had been empty only seconds before—stood a woman. Odd, purple eyes regarded her with—well, it was either interest or disdain. It was hard to tell. Long, black hair fell to the woman’s ankles in broad waves and dry leaves and heather were tangled in its length. Her skin was a rich brown and ornate tattoos embellished her arms and shoulders. They descended beneath her clothing and Sara assumed the covered much more of her body than could be seen.
Finally, the voice reverberated in her mind. It was the same one she’d heard when she’d fought Ice and Raijin, and her heart sank. She wasn’t back to her old life, that was for sure. Just where she was exactly was still a mystery, though.
Eden, the voice supplied, seeming to read her thoughts.
“What? Like the Christian-y, Adam-and-Eve Eden?” She asked, words popping out of her mouth before she could speak.
Nothing so sickeningly religious. , The woman seemed to scoff. This Eden—your Eden—is a prison. It was created for you, and you are bound here. It suppresses both power and memory. She looked up briefly as though she had heard something Sara had not. We don’t have long. Soon you will begin to forget, and I need you to make a decision fairly quickly.
“Decision?” Sara repeated, heart quickening with a sense of urgency even as her limbs felt suddenly weighted down. “What will I forget?”
Do you want to be free? The woman ignored Sara’s question.
Sara opened her mouth to answer but the words wouldn’t come. She felt like she was losing her grip on herself and spiraling away—
Strong hands cupped her face and she was looking into purple eyes. Do you want to be free? The question thundered through her confused thoughts. Sara’s eyes wandered for a second, taking in the dark face that was so close to hers. There was a scar on the woman’s neck—maybe that’s why she couldn’t speak.
Morning Star! The voice was loud and insistent. Rhyelle! I can free you, but you must speak!
“Save me,” The two words took titanic effort, but they were out. Tears slid from the corners of Sara’s eyes, but she couldn’t identify the source of her sadness.
I will, Rhyelle, the woman’s voice was relieved. I already have.
It had begun to snow. Though the distant sun shone brightly, flakes gusted on a sudden, cold wind. They fell into the woman’s long, black hair and settled on Sara’s own skin. Instead of cool ice, it burned like fire and left a mark of a deep, intense blue. Sara cried out in alarm, throwing herself away from the woman. More flakes found their way to her skin, biting into her like white-hot brands.
The woman rose and stepped away from Sara, regret in her purple gaze. I am sorry, Morning Star—this was the only way they would let me have you.
But Sara hardly registered her words. She was writhing in agony as the snow fell, coating her skin with the strange blue stain. There was no way to cover herself as she was entirely bare, and she somehow sensed clothing would have made no difference. The brilliant blue was spreading over her skin, burning as it moved. It seeped over her face, arms, legs, torso—she was eventually covered in a brilliant blue second skin. Her eyes, a shining white-blue, rolled wildly and a high keening issued from her throat.
Eden’s Snow. The woman’s voice overcame the mindless pain in Sara’s thoughts. There was regret in her voice. Pain, even. I’m sorry—it was a requirement. I can’t take you from the Garden unless you are somehow controlled. The pain is to remind you of your mistakes, Morning Star—you are living a life that was not yours to begin with. Your reincarnation cycle was over with Rhia, but you forced your way back into life. They—the other Morning Angels—wanted to punish you for your mistakes. You took your own life, but I wanted to rescue you. They should not have bound you. I’m sorry, but I did all I could. You are bound all the same.
“Why?” Sara wasn’t sure what sort of question she was asking—it was a lot of information to take in. The pain was dulling her senses and she couldn’t make sense of a majority of what the woman was saying. She was speaking quickly, too, seeming to want to justify her actions and Sara’s pain.
Because— Sara’s screaming redoubled, drowning out the woman’s voice in her head. It felt as though her body was being torn in different directions. She clawed at the heather, body arching upwards in pain.
Sara! The woman had pinned Sara’s shoulders to the heather. I know it hurts—the transition from my world to yours will always be painful. Please listen: you have power. I will teach you to use it, to channel it and make it your own. Your sword— it has a name and names have great power. Call the name and you can access the blade’s power.
The woman was talking more quickly as the pain ripping at Sara’s body increased. Focused as she was on the pain, she couldn’t see that her body was slowly dissolving. The woman’s hands dug into her shoulders in a vain attempt to keep her anchored to the heather and to this world.
Remember your blade’s name—Togenkyo or Angel’s Ledger—it is at your command, for you are the Ledger, Sara. The power lives in you. Shape it as you will.
Sara’s vision went dark as she passed from her prison to the natural world. The woman’s last words echoed in her head as she came around:
I am Belial. Remember me well. I am the spirit of your blade and your guiding hand. Call my name only in greatest need and I will protect you.
Sara came to tensed and screaming. A stain spread over her skin, an intense shade of deep blue. She clenched her fists and silvery spirals bloomed over the skin of her hands, feet, torso, and back. They ranged from intricate, henna-like designs to small lines of Latin script. Her eyes, opened wide in shocked pain, glowed white-blue as before.
She shuddered as the transformation completed itself, and her screams slowly died away. Breathing hard, she clasped her blade in a white-knuckled grip and pushed herself to her feet. Her blade appeared no different at first, but a closer inspection revealed a slightly modified blade. At the very base of the hilt, a small length of silvery metal fitted into a tight slot in the blade. The detachable piece was around seven inches long and tapered gracefully at both ends. Intricate markings mirroring the ones on Sara’s skin were embossed on its length.
“I hope that had meaning to you,” Sara’s voice was rough from crying out. Her eyes glowed, pale blue and vaguely alien, as she looked to Raijin. “’Cause I have no idea what just happened,”
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 9:53 pm
((Um guys, can I join the battle? Have so you know, I'm aka kiryuda, which is apparently a new arrancar. I do have two accounts, but its really a pain just to switch between profiles just to reply, just for future refrences...Can I play too?))
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 10:30 pm
(( Who's fraccion are you???))
Ice looked at Sara then back at Raijin, "What did you do now.", he then looked back at Sara he didn't what just happened, he didn't if we should stop the training or continue it, this could have been a sign or he strengh or a desperate cry from her body,"Since I am in charge of your training and not Raijin I'm calling this sesion over, come I'll take you to your room."
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 1:39 pm
Raijin looked at her watching the transformation take place, He knelt down and leaned in, scrutinizing her new appearance. "No Ice, if you remember correctly She was given to me. I am now in charge of her. She isn't going to her room" He said not even bothering to look at Ice. "Yes, you have transformed into your first release. It's very interesting I've never seen one happen up close, I also don't think anyone else experiences excruciating pain from their shikai either" He said inspecting her tattoos still. Raijin kept his space, about 7 inches from her just so she wouldn't feel too uncomfortable. "So, what did the thing you talk to in there look like?" He asked now turning his attention to her eyes. He was quite interested in wondering what her spirit was. One can usually tell the type of ability they will have if the spirit can be identified properly.
"So, if you are ready we will begin getting the basics of your abilities. If your too tired I suppose we will just send you straight to Jes since you have achieved shikai. Either way is fine with me" He said his crimson eyes showing a hint of excitement. She had abilities that no one else had. She was like a streak of color in their world of grey which made every step closer she took so much more great. He stood back up yawning awaiting her answer
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 1:59 pm
((I have no idea. No one hasn't shown me a recent list of espada, and I wouldn't know who has or wants a fraccion that's active.))
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 3:11 pm
"She was--" Sara searched for words to describe Belial with her ankle-length hair and myriad tattoos. She got a vague sense of familiarity about her, but so much of her experience was barely discernible through a haze of intense pain. She sincerely hoped the transformation would only hurt the first time. After all, if she could take Belial at her word, she was free of "Eden," her prison.
"Different," She said finally, unsure of whether she could convey to Raijin the feelings Belial evoked. She chose instead to tell him a little of what she remembered from their brief conversation. "She talked about angels. And something about how the life I'm living isn't mine. Or something like that, anyway. She said the pain was a punishment and a reminder, but I don't even remember--"
She stopped herself, realizing she wasn't really making much sense. She looked blankly at her blade, fingers playing over the detachable silver insert. Slipping it out, she spun it around in her fingers. It was balanced and slightly weighted, reminding her of a pencil or old-fashioned stylus. Instinctively taken with this idea, she examined her tattooed hands. There were a few lines in the patterns that felt vaguely incomplete. Without thinking, she drew the silver stylus over her skin, continuing and completing the pattern. To her surprise, silvery markings bloomed across her brilliant blue second skin where her stylus touched. It burned faintly, a small shock of pain, but nothing unmanageable. She finished the design with a word of Latin: liber.
The markings glowed brighter and her entire arm felt flooded with intoxicating energy. She grinned, glancing at Raijin. "I want to try this out," She told him, glowing, pale blue irises sparking with excitement.
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