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 Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 7:56 pm
[EDIT] (******** YOU YAMOTO! I WAS WRITING! I can block attacks on my own, thank you very much! This is going to be the THRID TIME that I have to rewrite this post!)
((EDITED AND HIGHLY SHORTENED))
Bull scoffed as the Arrancar's simple challenge was negated by Yamoto's arrival. Bull did nothing to prevent Pa Rot's whip to wrap itself around his wrist. In fact, Bull welcomed it. Bull manipulated the black leather so he could grab the strip that led back to Pa Rot's hilt.
"I can fend for myself, thank you!" Bull called to his former Lieutenant.
Bull gave what could only be described as a massive yank. He yanked the whip and, in effect, the wielder of the whip towards him. As he pulled the Arrancar towards him, Bull sensed the flexible blade within. He didn't particularly mind. The blade wouldn't be able to cut him.
At the moment that Bikou touched him, Bullene knew something was wrong. Bull's right hand exploded with reiatsu for a moment, obliterating the section of whip and blade that had itself wrapped around Bull.
((Yes... He can do that. You still have the majority of your blade and it can be fixed.))
Loosing himself from Pa Rot, Bull shunpoed a distance away from the two.
He kept his reiatsu senses alert, always mindful of his surroundings. Squad 7 Captain
Bullene Katsurou
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 8:07 pm
(Sorry.......... sweatdrop )
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 8:23 pm
When dark reflections dance... ((Yeea.. for future reference Tai, don't use a comic book to show that something is instant. Everything is instant in print.))
Bikou turned slowly, his heart beating a frantic rate that could nearly be heard pulsating throughout the battlefield. His face split into a truly maniacal grin, and his eyes seemed to grow bigger in their sockets. A rolling, cackling laugh exploded out from his lips, roaring and bouncing about the area with unhindered glee. After a brief moment, Bikou calmed, and lowered his gleaming eyes to stare at Yamoto.
"Yamoto Shiboo, fifth squad captain, and Zaigou." He spat the last word, looking Yamoto up and down like a piece of meat. "You are an utter fool." His face further split into that of an excited child at christmas, and he crouched low, holding his sword out to his side. "You tell me to be myself? That is all that I have been doing from the very start." He licked his lips slowly. "Although I will admit, the three shinigami I killed earlier were just a tasty step out of character." He laughed again. "And as for your threats.. Why don't you prove it. b***h." He paused for a moment, considering something. "On second thought. Allow me to show you something. You should be honored that I have considered you worthy to see this, as you will be the first person I have shown my powers to since the days of Aizen." He grinned maliciously, and stood to his full height, bringing his zanpakuto around in front of his body, and pointing it at Yamoto.
Without warning, his hand twitched, reversing his grip on his zanpakuto and pointing it at his sternum, thrusting it up into his chest cavity with a sickening crunch. "Kirakira, Zenhansha." He growled, his voice warping into a crystalline, semi-mechanical sounding tone.
Instantly, his blade melted, forming into a liquid steel and rushing over his entire body, removing all of his features and leaving behind a naked, mirror-skinned, featureless humanoid being, which seemed to be staring out from every angle of his body. Laughter once again erupted about the battle field, and he lifted both of his hands, forming twin zanpakuto, each with a rose-wood saya, that now hung from the mirror-Bikou's waist. The tsuba of each sword was made of two intersecting circles, and they seemed to emit a rather familiar reiatsu.
Slowly, his arms crossed, and his eye-less face turned to bull, seeming to smile. He would know what was about to happen, and it was then that Bikou uttered a word that should never have been possible for an Arrancar to say, two words that would shake the very foundations of squad eight.
"Bankai Makai."
Bikou's body erupted in a shower of liquid steel, rippling away and transforming into a perfect copy of Captain Katsurou, even his eyes and reiatsu felt the same, yet his smile was that of a demon.
The area around him exploded in a shower of crimson flame, erupting into the air and falling down in a shower of what seemed to be flower petals of fire.
As the smoke cleared, his body was coated in blood-red armor, and his forearms were covered by armored gauntlets. Through the T-shaped slit in his horned helmet, he glared out at Duff, harsh laughter from an all to familiar voice echoing across the battlefield.
Slowly, he held his hand up, aiming it in the direction of the squad five captain, and consequently, Pa Rot. A spark of fire appeared in the center of his palm, then expanded rapidly, forming into an enormous beam of raging fire that tore through the ground and sky in front of him, letting out a more-than-audible hiss and turning what little plants and building that were still nearby into ash.
((I took some liberty in your position Duff, as you stated that you were above us, but not exactly where.))...Beneath a silvery moon
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 8:28 pm
Pa Rot's eyes widened as his weapon was partially destroyed. He was surprised but somewhat pleasantly so. A captain was much stronger than he predicted. His expression settled back into cheerfulness as Bullene left the struggle and he put a foot forward to keep himself steady after the yank. He was relieved to be away from the captain. Such a person was too much for him to handle... at that time. Pa Rot raised his weapon and looked down at it with an unchanging expression as it simply reformed, taking no more than a few seconds. He looked back up as his arm dropped. He then realised that Bullene had stopped him from punching his own comrade in the face and laughed out loud.
"Threaten all you want pretty boy!" he grinned "If the beefcake hadn't stepped in your face would have been rearranged!".
Once Bikou's ressuercion had been revealed however Pa Rot's thoughts were in a haze.
'He has a copying ressuericion too? I don't know whether that's a good or bad thing. After all, I...' Pa Rot couldn't continue his train of thought as a blazing beam headed towards him. He used a sonido to escape to a nearby rooftop then let out a sigh.
"I'd say there was no warm up but..." he said rather loudly in hopes that somebody would hear in order to appreciate his amazing pun. Excitement was building up inside him. Although his current abilities looked wimpy in comparison to the powers at play in the battle before him, this would make him far stronger by the time it ended.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 8:30 pm
((Two things:
One: Epic
Two: My Bankai Makai doesn't have swords... That's just the picture to show what the armor looks like... DO BETTER RESEARCH.
I'm going to watch SNL, and then I will be back to kick my own a**!!!))Squad 7 Captain
Bullene Katsurou
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 8:32 pm
((Whoopsie.. I must have read that wrong.. I'll double check your profile and edit. ^_^
Consequently.. I am also about to watch SNL. blaugh ))
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 8:44 pm
Things were not going according to plan. At least, not for Alejandro.
Two captains, some annoying a*****e interrupting his false strike against Bikou, and Pa Rot, all of them obviously conspiring against him personally. He managed to make a little cut against Bikous' backside, whether it actually cut skin or not he did not see, as he had quite a few needles heading his way. Deciding that his abilities were better left unused for the moment, as surprises were much more effective, Alejandro beat away most of the needles with a rapid and continuous spin of his brutal zanpakutou, creating a saw-blade effect. His hand felt pretty nasty, a stinging and throbbing pain coating his knuckles and fingers, but otherwise he was okay. His instant regeneration took care of whatever physical damage had happened, seeing as it was not much. "Oh look, a shinigami that wants to die. How quaint." He mumbled to himself, looking directly at Zaine. Sure enough that, where there were arrancar doing bad things, even in a staggering number, shinigami would always play hero and come forth from the mist, ready to fight. It was like a cue for them to appear, but he was getting off topic again and that would prove to be his downfall in this. He really did not want to die today, or at all, so he would have to play this pretty seriously. With a sonido and a greeting, "'Sup?" Alejandro initiated his attack on Zaine. It was a simple slash, albeit from a spinning double-battle axe zanpakutou. Even if the guy blocked it, the weapon was heavy enough to knock him off balance, and God help him if he didn't, as the barbs alone would rip the skin. If Alejandro landed a solid hit, it was all over for the shinigami.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 9:15 pm
(Awsome!and I was in a tree.)
"Interesting, I may have to draw my sword after all." Yamoto was perplexed and excited about his opponent. So he can make copies of people. I wonder if Bull had fought him before, or if he can just copy based on reiatsu signature. If the latter is the case than I am going to have to kill him. Yamoto went out of his train of thought as he could feel and see the the flames coming toward him. "Well this is going to be fun." Yamoto clasped his hand together causing his reiatsu levels to spike. Reiastu began to flot in the air around him as waited for the fire to be a close as possible. The reiastu in the air was so thick it was well visible. Yamoto smiled as the fire was close to the point his skin was getting first degree burns just from the heat. "Bakudo 73. Inverse Mountain Crystal." The effects of the spell were almost instant as Yamoto was encased in a solidified inverted triangular prisim barrier.
The wildfire encountered the barrier and was negated. Yamoto had made sure that there was enough reiatsu in the barrier for it to be able to block an attack from a bankai. The barrier around Yamoto cracked and disappeared soon after tha fire had vanished. "Just enough ehh. I guess I can't play around with you. What a pity." Yamoto sighed allowed reiatsu to rush out of his body. The spiritual pressure in the area tripled because of the result. Yamoto was focused on the psuedo Bullene and only on him. "It high time I got to use this move."
Yamoto clasped his hands together once more indicating he was going to cast another kido. The air was filled with reiatsu, but almost none of it was focused near Yamoto. Yamoto had focused the reiatsu above the position where Bikou was standing. "You seem to now people's abilities prior to fighting them, so obviously you are not suprised by what I am about to do." Yamoto chuckled slightly as his reiatsu increased even more. It would be rather annoying to release his shikai let alone bankai and see it get copied like a cheap hat trick. In order to prevent that from happening he would use other methods that could get copied even if he wasn't the one using them.
Yamoto smiled as he increased his reiatsu one last time for the final preparation. He had never used this kido in comabt before, so it did take some time plus Yamoto wanted it to be effective. "I guess it is time. Bakudo 99 part 1. Seal." The air above Bikou suddenly shifted as a two strip of spritual fabric formed and began to fall to the ground. The two pieces of fabric were followed by iron pillars that would pin anything caught to the ground. If the pseudo Bullene was caught by the powerfull bakudo he would be trapped, even in Bankai for a while.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 9:29 pm
When dark reflections dance... A deep rumbling chuckle escaped from within the helmet slit, and the Bull-Bikou vanished, appearing a split-second later directly to the left of Yamoto, and slightly behind.
"For a whiny zaigou c**t." He growled, Bullene's voice rumbling out across the battle-field. "You're very observant." He winked slyly, although he doubted anyone could see, as his, or rather, Bullene's, eyes were hidden behind his helmet. "But unfortunately, you were correct. And I would expect nothing less from the captain of squad five." He bowed in mock respect, sweeping his arm low and underneath his stomach.
As he completed the bow, he began to glow. At first, the glow was a shade of rosy-red, but it quickly escalated to a blinding white light, which seemed to burn and crackle with energy at the same time as it destroyed the trees beneath him. In an eruption of flames, he vanished again, appearing to Yamoto's right, then a third time, appearing behind Yamoto, and a fourth time, above, a fifth, below, and one last burst of speed, appearing directly in front of Yamoto, and, having left substantial amount of flame behind him each time, effectively enclosing him in a cage of fire.
"Do not kid yourself boy. Show me your power or die in the dust. This skin of mine is not just for show."
With that, he slammed his hands together in a violent clap, which then exploded outwards in a massive wave of fire and lighting, manipulating the heat that surrounded Yamoto simultaneously, and causing it to close in around him.
((I hope I am interpreting your bankai correctly Bull, if not, let me know. ^_^))...Beneath a silvery moon
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 10:16 pm
(Hey by the way it's Yamoto ic not Duff)
Yamoto sighed as he saw that the kido hadn't worked. "You think 99 would be faster." Yamoto wasn't supprised at the attack that was approaching it was powerful, flashy, and annoying to deal with just like what Bullene would use. "Screw it." Yamoto didn't care anymore the little ******** could copy his powers for all he cared, it wasn't like he was going to be able to use them after Yamoto killed him. The hilt felt weird to hold, Yamoto had not used his zanpakuto in a while. He pulled the blade out of it's sheath and smiled when he saw the sun shine on the metal. He actually got lost in the simple beuaty for a while. Until he heard the arrancar call him a boy. "Oh how I wish I were a youthful boy again." Yamoto smiled as he watched the flames come closer towards him. Something that was locked inside of him had just awoken, something he had tried to repress since he had become a captain. It was the desire to not only kill an enemy, but to completly destroy them. It was this primal feeling that had formed his zaigou spirit so long ago and it was this primal feeling that made enjoy fighting arracar's as he did.
"It's bad luck to break mirrors, but I'll think I'll manage. Blind your enemies Makkuro Hikari." Yamoto's zanpakuto emitted a light so bright it blinded the entire area for a 10 seconds. When the light faded away Yamoto was there holding his shikai. A black sword with a white hilt that had a long flowing white sash coming out of the end of it. Yamoto only laughed as the giant cage of fire and lighting approached him. "Makkuro Mamorimasu." Yamoto was immediatly covered in a black orb of solidifed reiatsu. The trap the arrancar had made hit the orb and stopped on contact. The orb remain solid while the cage disappeared. A few seconds later the orb broke down revealing Yamoto once again. "Are you threw warming up, or is that all you can do?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 10:28 pm
When dark reflections dance... ((Whoopsie.. guess I got excited.. lol. Fixed. ^_^))
Bullene-Bikou's eyes widened as he watched Yamoto release his shikai. So it was true, the zaigou captain's power was indeed impressive. If only he could push him a little farther, or even just force the two of them to come into contact, if only for a moment. Yamoto's challenge broke his train of thought, and he snapped back to attention, eyes once again trained on the dangerous captain before him.
"When will you fools understand the hierarchy of things?" He said with a chuckle, the flames around him expanding as he spoke. "You always think that you are the ones in control, but you never are." He paused, allowing his reiatsu, as well as the fires about him, to reach a roaring crescendo, the mere heat from the flames crumbling everything around him. He was beginning to enjoy the seventh-squad captain's body. "Do not think for a moment that you have figured out my powers, nor my purpose here. If you think that gnat of a shikai is going to stop me, you have another thing coming." He raised his right hand to the sky, and began to laugh. "What was it that your friend always said.. it was always catchy." He tapped his left hand against his face, then held up a crimson finger, "Ah, of course." He cleared his throat in mock drama. "This hand of mine is burning red, it commands me to grasp victory."
As Bullene-Bikou finished speaking, the flames about, and around him swirled above him, forming a maelstrom of heat, and focusing into a solid ball of roaring heat, the mere pressure from which began to cause the air around him to tremble.
"THE STRENGTH, OF A RESURRECCION, COMBINED WITH THE FURY OF A CAPTAIN!." His voice reached a fevered pitch, and resembled the roaring thunder of a dragon. "TREMBLE, AND DIE!!"
With an explosion of heat waves, Bullene-Bikou vanished, appearing a fraction of a inch in front of Yamoto, hurtling his right fist towards his stomach with blinding speed. "CELESTUS!"...Beneath a silvery moon
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 10:42 pm
"BANKAI AMATSU!"
The true Bullene's voice echoed throughout Squad 8, shaking its very grounds. His reiatsu welling up inside, Bull's body began to glow. Gradually growing more and more intense, the tremors within the Squad 8 grounds mimicked the light released from the Squad 7 Captain. The light had grown to a golden intensity, as if a blazing sun had appeared in the middle of Soul Society.
It was the sudden burst of energy that paired itself with the dimming of the light that revealed Bullene in a all of his glory. There he stood as if nothing had happened. The captain's haori and upper robes had disappeared. His bare, muscular chest revealed itself along with the gauntlets upon his hands. Blood red, just like the armor upon the Bikou-Bull, the true Squad Seven Captain's gauntlets were plated with gold. A white jewel, shining like a star on a night with a New Moon, was encrusted upon the back of each glove. Cascading down his waist, to mid-thigh, a skirt of armor protected Bull's legs while golden anklets appeared upon his sandals.
Bull's now clawed, gauntlet-covered fingers seemed to grasp at something in the air. There was the roar of what seemed to be a raging bonfire erupted from Bull's hands as two Katana materialized. One in each hand, the two blades ignited with golden flames. Hotter than any flame, these blades could cut through even the strongest Hierro.
Lifting his head, looking directly at the impostor, Bullene finally made his first noise. "Rise from the ashes..." He said in a low voice. It almost was eerily silent, aside from the flickering of the flames.
"Blazing Seraph Raika!"
And as he roared, glorious golden wings of flame ignited from Bullene's back. Heavenly in appearance, the Squad Seven Captain took upon the appearance of a divine angel. Each feather was composed of a golden ember, its own tiny sun.
As the wings fully expanded, a torrential gust swept through the surrounding area.
Appearing between the two, Bullene spoke to Yamoto, who was pushed back. "I think it would only be fitting if I were to face him." He said in an oddly powerful way. "Please, let this Angel fight against this Demon."
Bullene's blades were sheathed, his hand gripping Bikou's fist. His wings were folded around him, shielding the ensuing explosion that came from between the two gauntlets.
"This hand of mine is BURNING RED!" Bullene's voice echoed. As Bull's wings expanded once more, his free hand was shown, blazing with red-hot reiatsu. "It's loud roar TELLS ME TO GRASP VICTORY!"
Bullene chuckled. His voice returned to being oddly calm. "Obviously, you don't quite match the original."
With those words, Bullene thrust his hand forward, unleashing a galactic amount of heat straight at Bikou-Bullene. This dramatic expanse of heat stirred the atmosphere into darkening the sky. The humidity in the area increased as things grew heavy. The heavens seemed to open as the sky began to tear. A finale in the rain? Bull thought with a smile.Squad 7 Captain
Bullene Katsurou
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 10:44 pm
[Someone's overcompensating...]
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 10:46 pm
((It may not kill him, but it will most definitely obliterate the armor and prevent effective use of my powers in that state.))Squad 7 Captain
Bullene Katsurou
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 10:52 pm
Pa Rot took a seat as he took out another mince pie from gosh knows where and began to nibble on it. He then looked up at the torn sky.
"Oda will sue" he commented, then looked back down at the battle. He was still trying to draw it all in. He was essentially seeing two Bankais clashing. He knew that they'd probably see some interesting things during the mission but this was of an unexpectedly high magnitude considering they had only been there for a few minutes.
'I'm just glad that he didn't decide to use that in our skirmish...' he thought to himself.
Although he looked relaxed, Pa Rot was still ready to be pulled into the flow of battle or for the battle to become so intense that the fighters unintentionally drew him in. There was no danger of them catching him off guard since he was watching the battle very carefully. At the same time he knew someone from outside the battle might attack. He had to stay on his toes, even if not literally.
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