xxx Bea's heels clacked on the rocky ground as she walked around the Jokaisho Pillar, picking up one of the stones before it sank into her hand. The sinking was confusing, but she couldn't say she didn't feel the power boost that came along with it. Her brow arched as she tried to view the top of the tower, raised hand guarding her eyes from the sun. Shaking her head, she gave up on the attempt before she turned her eyes to other parts of the area. "Come on, Bitbot." she called, walking over to the wreckage of the ship. The small metal cube clattered behind her on the ground. "Vrrr!" it chimed what sounded like enthusiastically. But, who could really be sure? It sure sounded enthused, though.
Immediately Bea began digging for any valuable parts that were remaining, collecting 'souls' of the lost machines. How that worked, she wasn't sure, but she had always favored things of the mechanical nature as opposed to the organic. Bitbot also began to search for parts, using it's magnetism to draw parts to it and opening at the top and sucking parts in. It never ceased to amaze Bea seeing larger parts or tools go in or out of that small three inch opening. The door on the top slid closed after every part was absorbed and Bitbot then crawled into the pile of parts. "Bitbot! Get back here, you little--" Bea started before beginning the climb after her doll. "Do you know how hard it is to climb over this mess in heels? Do you hear me? You wretched--" Her steps were consciously and deliberately placed, but still she fell off of the wreckage and directly onto a man whom Bea failed to notice entirely. She fell directly into him and then rolled onto the ground as soon as she could. "I am so sorry! Is this . . . Is this your ship? I-I've been collecting parts. If Bitbot will just get back here, I can . . . I can . . . I'm so sorry." Bea's blushing was only partly out of embarrassment and this fact only served to redden her cheeks deeper. It was then that Bitbot came clattering back over. "Vrrr! Beep beep!" it chimed. This time it sounded not only enthusiastic but mocking. She scowled at the doll and snatched it up and turned her eyes from the man before her to the wreckage of the poor ship.
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Along the side of the wreckage of Terminus Est, in a neat line, were 7 freshly-dug graves, arranged by order of rank aboard the savaged ship. Captain Larkin stood over the graves, his raven companion perched on his shoulder. Larkin was deep in thought.
A deep, overwhelming sense of guilt overtook him then. His crew, all resting before him, had been given back to the ground that birthed them, and that had reclaimed them in the end. He felt ashamed to be among the living when those who had followed him so loyally, had obeyed his every command, were among the dead. A captain was destined to go down with their ship. The loss of his crew was a blow from which he would never recover. They were his to command and protect, and he steered them into the ground, where they would stay forever.
Despite this agony, Larkin did not weep. His eyes were distant and cold, deep in thought. His brow wrinkled, the lines in his face deeper than ever, as if he were etched of stone, worn by the wind and the rain, and the damage left by destroyed ships.
He leaned heavily on the fine wooden cane in his right hand. His knees were old and weak, and the cold weather brought back the sting of long-passed hurts.
Larkin let out a long sigh, as his raven took flight, rocketing upward, and flying in a wide circle, as if to serve as a sentry, guarding Larkin's shame.
A captain goes down with his ship. If his ship falls, so does he... Larkin thought. Those were perhaps the most important words in the pirate code, if such a thing could exist. Larkin had not died, but his ship was ruined, and he lacked the skill, strength, or numbers to repair it, especially here, where an airship had never been glimpsed, much less piloted.
His hand reached out, coming to rest flat against the cool wooden surface of the ship's ravaged hull. "You have served me well... I'm sorry I could not save you..."
In the midst of this thought, a sudden impact struck Larkin from above. A flash of movement, a sudden impact from above, and a mechanical whirring were all that existed in the world, if for but a moment. As a reaction, he brought out his arms, catching the form as it fell, before placing it on the ground.
It was not until this point that Larkin fully grasped what had happened in the frantic few seconds of introduction they had. His deep grey eyes, like stormclouds on the horizon and dusk came to rest on a peculiar woman. Larkin was no stranger to peculiar women. Many of the fiercest pirates he knew were peculiar women, and he counted himself lucky to call them his allies, if only because it kept him on the safe side of their cannons.
Her hair was a dark cascade of loose waves, her eyes keen and intelligent. On first impression, he thought of his daughter, but that was from another life, long ago. She would be older than this girl by now, maybe already starting to turn grey at the temples. Larkin's eyes narrowed, as the girl poured out her questions, blushing like a lass all along.
A smile took Larkin's face. It was like the sun peeking through the clouds, his eyes and his sadness.
"Aye, it is. Her name is Terminus Est... Or rather it was. She's sundered beyond repair. I'm sure you can do more with the parts left than what I can, the ones that aren't broken anyway. Had a guy for that... Gren was a good lad. Went down with the others. About your age. Hard to come by crewmen like that..."
Larkin's voice was as smooth and weathered as old leather, as it spilled out of him. His eyes came to rest on the small whirring machine, as it sucked up the broken shards of the once-great airship Terminus Est, doing gods-know-what with them.
"D'you build this device. Bitbot, you called him?"
xxx Bea's heart sunk when she looked into the man's eyes. The smile on his face didn't quite reach his eyes and this was the first time she considered that he had lost much more than this ship. Not that she considered the loss of his ship a small loss. Often Bea became more attached to machines than people, and she could understand the heartbreak of losing a machine. But, machines could be rebuilt, if not exactly the same, it was like a rebirth of sorts. There was hope. With people, there wasn't a return to anything the same. "I . . . I um . . . " she began, not knowing how to respond, until the man asked about Bitbot. "Um. Not exactly. I mean. It's hard to explain and I'm not sure I even understand it. He's a tool / storage unit that sort of represents my talents? He's an incarnation of sorts . . . I think? See? I can't. Oh. But. I am pretty hand with technology. And I would be much more than happy to assist." As she finished speaking, she accented her words by holding her hand out over the pile of discarded machine parts and 'felt' for working parts that fit together. She found two large ones and they floated upward into the air, other bits and bobs attaching themselves and wires connecting and bent areas popping back into place until the machine was whole again. "It'll take some time and we'll definitely need some new parts, but . . . There's hope." she offered, hoping she wasn't overstepping any bounds. She also hoped she didn't seem too forward or pushy or cheesy. A million things ran through her head, but one things stood out among the rest. She genuinely felt there was hope for this ship and for the man who's expression held her heart.
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Larkin's strained smile continued as the girl stumbled over her words, struggling to find an accurate explanation of her contraption, but failing in the end. His eyes widened in fascination as she demonstrated her talents, piecing together a portion of the shattered engine. She spoke of hope, and the idea dawned on Larkin, as if for the first time. There was hope. He had not seen it before. All he saw was the wreckage before him, and his inability to piece it back together. If this girl was capable of such a feat of engineering without understanding the machine itself, than much more was possible. For a moment, Larkin saw Terminus Est, reborn before him. All that it would take was time... and help.
"Aye, with talents like that, there's hope. I suppose if you're to be helping me get this pile of debris into skyworthy shape, you should know my name..." Larkin held out a hand.
"My name is Captain Nathaniel Larkin, of Terminus Est, the Jewel of the Skies."
xxx Bea set the portion of machine down gently, Bitbot tumbling over the large piece and absorbing the piece. Seeing the process never helped Bea to understand it anymore than she already did. The part was broken down into smaller as Bitbot functioned, true, but it still seemed to fit large pieces into such a small opening. Sweat was visible on Bea's brow. She couldn't say that she was accustomed to dealing with parts so large. Mostly she fixed small appliances around her house or the office where she currently served as secretary. Her eyes were still resting on the snowy haired man before her when he addressed her directly. Her heart dropped as he spoke. But . . . in a good way. She had always dreamed of adventure. But, nothing like this. She never thought that her talents could be of much more use than fixing a broken printer. She viewed her abilities as something to be hidden so she could assimilate into normal society as smoothly as possible. Yet she had demonstrated her abilities to her current max to this man she had never met before . . . and . . . he embraced her and her differences. A shiver ran down Bea's back as the man offered his name. Bea firmly grabbed his hand in hers.
"Beatrix Ramish. A pleasure to serve, Captain." Bea's eyes sparkled brightly with wonder and fascination and the hope that she and Captain Larkin now shared. He had captured her heart in the few moments they had met and she would see where this path led. What sort of help they needed was beyond her, she knew little beyond what the machines told her, but she could learn. "Where to begin?" she inquired thoughtfully, partially to herself as she surveyed the parts subconciously for anything that 'spoke out' to her.
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As Bea fretted over the broken remains of Terminus Est, Larkin saw his daughter, if but for a moment. It was 30 years ago, and teenage Helena was aboard his boat, swinging from the sails, asking question after question. As soon as the thought came, it was gone, like mist. A smile came upon his lips as she introduced herself. There was a spark of intelligent curiosity in this girl, her eyes scanning everything as if she were one of her machines, taking in all the information she could. Larkin felt his hopes build. With someone like that around, it would be no time before Terminus Est could take flight once again, and he could get this dirt out from under his feet.
"Well, if you're to be assisting me in the repairs of the ship, it's fitting that you should be a part of my crew. Beatrix Ramish, I name you Chief Engineer and First Mate of Terminus Est."
Without even waiting to see Bea's response, Larkin bent to one knee, reaching a hand into his pocket, and pulling out a small pad of paper, warn with age and use. He pulled a pen out of another pocket, and began to sketch a crude representation of Terminus Est. He pointed at each part, explaining them as he went.
"This is the main hill. She's 80 feet long, and 30 feet at her widest. There's two engines, one powered by the spiritual energy of the crew, and a secondary reishi-breathing engine for places with more energy in the air. Soul Society, Hueco Mundo, Northweald, those kinds of places. That one works for a bit if there's a powerful hollow around, but a stray Bala is what did this. There's three points of lift, one at the front, and two at the rear. These keep her up. She has five sails, which function as you would expect. This here's the shield generator. It stops things from hitting the ship. It got damaged in the battle. These are the reishi cannons. There's three sets, one on each side, and five that can be moved. And these are the dragonfire ballistas."
For his entire speech, Larkin didn't look up. When he finished, his eyes finally met hers, his grin wide and bright on his face.
xxx Beatrix's heart sank as Larkin invited her to join the crew. She hadn't really realized what she was getting herself into until he made it official with those words. It certainly felt . . . right. But it was strange, none the less. Going from a desk job and fixing coffee pots to this? Sure, she saw Hollows around town and Shinigami fighting them. (She had picked up those terms along the way, but she knew little else of the spiritual world.) But, she led a fairly normal life. The world opening up before Bea thrilled her and threatened to overwhelm her if she didn't keep up pace. She did her best to do so and take mental notes on what her Captain was talking about. She had a feeling her experience earned by working alongside would be a far greater learning curve than her life up until this point thus far. Reishi was an unfamiliar term to it, but the way that some of the parts' "souls" reverberated with the sound of the word, she thought she understood. She wasn't good with terms and general knowledge of machines besides what she picked up along the way. She just listened to the parts and . . . helped out. Bitbot was the brains behind the organization. Or so the little cube liked to think. It wasn't until Larkin locked eyes with her that she realized she had been mumbling to herself. Startled, she jumped and cut herself off, returning the smile in kind, however. He responded with a nod and a widening of her grin. She was speechless and anxious to get her hands on some of these parts and actually get to work. As Larkin was giving a tour and explaining the different areas of the ship, she not only saw parts coming together and how the ship had initially been, she began to see visions of what it could be with her help, an occurrence she'd not had when it came to fixing jammed printers back at the office. She didn't know half of what the things she saw were and they came in short bursts as fleeting images, but it took her breath away. Reaching in the bag at her waist, she pulled out a hair ti and tied her hair up the way she did when she got serious about things, signifying that she was ready to get to work.
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Larkin cursed under his breath as he smashed his hammer into his thumb, his raven taking flight at the sudden noise. He was putting the finishing touches on the hull of the ship. Though she was still bare wood, she looked as beautiful as Larkin remembered.
Larkin did not regret his decision to give Beatrix a place in his crew. He quickly learned how little she knew about ships, or spiritual energy, but the girl was eager to learn, and did so quickly. He had put her and her automaton to work repairing the cannons, which were mangled almost beyond the point of fixing. He was lacking in funds to commission a new set of cannons, so they would have to make due with what they had.
"Let's take a break, I'm getting hungry..." Larkin called up to Bea, pulling a pack from inside the ship. He sat down on the deck of the ship, pulling an assortment of trail mixes and dried meats from the pack. The raven flew down to perch on Larkin's shoulder. Bite. Bite.
Larkin tore off a piece of the dried meat, and fed it to the bird, who accepted it eagerly.
"Tell me some more about yourself. I like to know my crew well."
With the tearing open of a Gargantua over the Residential District in Karakura Town, two Arrancar stepped forth. Standing in the air and looking down on the barrier that protected the Jokaisho Pillar in the area was satisfying. The lowly living world had been experiencing the same issues that Hueco Mundo had been, and if this was the case, it was not far out of deduction to assume the Shinigami were dealing with similar matters. It brought a wicked smile to the former Vasto Lorde's, now visible, lips as she looked down at the situation below. Section Nine Agents scurrying about like ants about to be crushed beneath a boot. Though a few had pointed weaponry at her and her Fraccion, Lilith, and this did nothing but gain the ire of the red maiden of Las Noches who was simply here on reconnaissance. "Lilith, kill some humans and get the message across that their puny weapons are no match for us.", Achana ordered her loyal minion of Misandry and Sadism. The white haired girl nodded with a wicked grin, licking her lips as she spun her massive white scythe around and then flickered at high speeds to cut down a Section Nine agent in riot gear that had aimed a long-range spirit rifle at her mistress.
There were sounds of alarm and cries of agony as one by one, Section Nine agents were being slaughtered by Lilith and the safety of the Earth Barrier was now at risk. Should the protections fall, then the Hollow would once more be attracted to this zone and give into their primal urges to swarm around the Jokaisho pillar once more. Achana was not beyond letting this zone fall into chaos once more, or even slaughtering hundreds upon thousands to get what she desired and that was soon to be made apparent. With a stomp of her foot and the manifestation of her spirit pressure, she sent forth a wave of pressure that was indicative of her status as a Vasto Lorde level threat. Some of the agents stopped in their tracks to look to her as she shouted down at them, "Send me whoever is in charge, I wish to discuss the situation at hand. You better hurry, as the longer you take to present me with a face, the more bored my Fraccion will become and when she gets bored, people die..and a lot more will die unless I am satisfied in my demands."
It was clear now that the people protecting the citizens of Karakura Town were now to confront a deadly menace to their society and would likely need to comply if they were to avoid a full on conflict, but to refuse would put the safety of the containment zone at risk, and by the actions of the intruder into the world of the living, it was becoming apparent to the Section Nine forces that they would not be able to mount a resistance with the current status of their present forces. "It's better to just give into my commands, and you will gain what you desire. Freedom from the threat that this pillar of spiritual energy poses to your insignificant existence.", she remarked with a wicked grin then as she let her Fraccion, Lilith, continue to play with the humans a little while longer, staining the pavement with more of their fresh, red blood. Though after a few more moments and a squad of Section Nine Agents had been summarily executed by the white scythe of her loyal follower, Achana gave a signal with the wave of her hand. That meant for Lilith to halt the killing for a moment longer to give the humans a chance to submit and obey, or resist and be destroyed.
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xxx A pure white japanese tori would appear mid air in the battlefield, and Aizawa would step out of it immediately, but the gateway would not disappear. As soon as his foot stepped onto the air, a wave of white would rush out, rippling outward over the landscape until the maze of what remained of the residential district hid where it ended. All that was touched became pure white. Ground. Trees. Buildings. Sky. All illuminated from every angle and none at all at the same time. Each object seeming to glow with the light of it's own soul. These glows had specific colors attuned to them, as well, to Aizawa's eyes. And they stood out harshly against the pure white backdrop. The red and pink colored nen signatures that he saw at current were also pouring rippling waves of black fog, a sure sign of a Hollow energy signature and no weak signatures, at that. Aizawa hoped he would have back up, but if he had to face this alone, he would do so as a servant of Shinra and humankind. If these wicked creatures had just held off from their disgusting craving for human flesh, he could've attempted to work things over with him. He had met a few . . . tolerable Hollows in his time. Intelligent and willing to compromise for the better good. They were the rarest find he'd found in his entire existence, and it was clear these two . . . things were far from anything that reasonable. Blood was shed and time for words was gone. It made Aizawa's job much much easier, at least. Though he would degrade himself in the name of Shinra, he would much rather do his part to squish the murderous roaches rather than try and converse with them. Aizawa merely pulled his string taught and fired an arrow off at the Hollow who it seemed had stained it's hands with blood. She had earned the shot many times over for the lives she'd wasted here. Emotions were far from Aizawa in the heat of battle, there was only action and judgement. And the second action and judgement was for the first's compatriot. Immediately after the first arrow had been leased, Aizawa took aim at the other "woman", firing in quick succession with each having a single arrow from a double shot aimed at them. The wider and quick movement jarred Aizawa just a hair. Aizawa hadn't assumed a serious stance, even though he was well away from either of the Arrancar, but he wanted to be prepared if one of them closed the gap, suddenly. His focus was high and the few Quincy trickling in from the gateway behind him gave a bit of cover. His heart beat within his chest. It had been quite some time since he had faced a genuine opponent that deserved his attention. The hollow that swarmed the pillar were too numerous for him to handle at the time, but they were all so very weak. It wasn't that he couldn't handle any one of them, it was that the sheer number of them had overwhelmed him, but luckily the . . . Section Nine member, Sayla, had taken them out in due order. Aizawa's focus remained on the battle field, his eyes not focused on any one area in particular, taking in the entirety of the battle field as to hopefully avoid wasted action and movement. He knew he was far from being at the peak of his game and he wanted this to be as swift as possible. Nothing was more irritating than the persistent and repetitious nature of Hollows. His heart beat within his chest. It had been quite some time since he had faced a genuine opponent that deserved his attention. The hollow that swarmed the pillar were too numerous for him to handle at the time, but they were all so very weak. It wasn't that he couldn't handle any one of them, it was that the sheer number of them had overwhelmed him, but luckily the . . . Section Nine member, Sayla, had taken them out in due order. Aizawa's focus remained on the battle field, his eyes not focused on any one area in particular, taking in the entirety of the battle field as to hopefully avoid wasted action and movement. He knew he was far from being at the peak of his game and he wanted this to be as swift as possible. Nothing was more irritating than the persistent and repetitious nature of Hollows.
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Achana was pleased with how the invasion to negotiate forced diplomacy and the hostile take-over of the Earth Pillar was going. It seemed like the humans were going to be more than eager to deal with her demands as her Fraccion slaughtered a squad of their ranks. Then her attention turned to a pressence unlike any she had felt in an age, a stronger reiatsu signature had arrived. It was one worthy of her notice, and this brought a smile to her lips as she saw Aizawa tear through a gate, similar to her Gargantua, and let loose with two arrows. Her response to the attack was just as rapid and calculated as his own attempt to try and combat both herself and Lilith. "Careless...", were the only words that left her lips as she flickered at the speed of a Sonido to dodge the arrow coming at her, and arriving with just enough time to throw down three points of Cero energy which erected itself into a severing void-like barrier of consuming cero energy. "Consumiendo Cero...", she remarked flatly as the raging wall came forth and devoured up the second arrow before it could injure her Fraccion.
When the wall of Cero energy collapsed, Achana was left standing there with her arms folded as she looked to Aizawa coldly. "How uncouth, attacking a lady without so much as a 'Hello, I'm here to kill you by the honor of the Quincy.' or some other heroic statement. Honestly, I thought you Quincy had more class, but I can see that losing a war and having your kind brought to the edge of extinction, not once, but twice, seems to have had an effect on your manners.", the red mistress of Las Noches teased him with a wicked grin that simply illuminated the fact that with her rapidly shifting emotions, Achana was insane by the normal definition. Though she might be considered in the realm of insanity, she had the calculating mind of a criminal inside of her head and right then and there it was focused on one thing, and that was toying with Aizawa and making sure her intentions for this pillar were made clear. "Regardless, I will not be held to the same low standards you present with your arrival. I am Achana Sonozaki, Number Sixty-Nine. I am your darkest desires, your lust, and your primal carnal urges made physical. So I will make you an offer, submit to me, and I will let you live.", Achana said as she brushed a lock of hair behind her ear with those wicked clawed gauntlets. "You do not have to die before you face the god who wishes to destroy this world and those beyond it takes your life. Simply turn over the management of this Pillar to the forces of Las Noches, and your safety will be assured. Hell, if you're sweet about it, we might even get to f-...", but the lewd word that would follow was suddenly cut off by the air-horn of a passing train in the sector. Her lips continued to move, and if Aizawa could read them, they were spewing forth a filthy description of the things she would do to his body before the sound faded and she could be heard again. "So how about it? Be a good boy and drop the heroics, have a little fun?"
Character Name: Achana Sonozaki Link to Profile: Class: Hollow Reiatsu Level used: 225 Name: Consumiendo Cero Description: Based off the Shinigami Kidou, Bakudou #81 Danku [Severing Void], Achana got the idea to use Cero energy in a similar manner, dropping three points of the red power into the ground before her, and then tapping the air above the three points, creating a connecting point and causing them to all errupt into a solid shield of devouring red energy, consuming attacks spiritual attacks. Type: Defense Cost: 5 SP/Use Effect: When used to defend against a Spiritual attack. The effect creates a shield with a power equal to her Spirit Power+45. If the incoming attack has less power than the barrier, it is negated, effects and all as the cero energy devours up the foreign energy and reduces it to nothing. Duration: - Cool-down: 2 Posts Range: -
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1 Attack Strength [+17 whatever stat attack is based on] 2 Heal 50% all allies 3 FS boost 1 level 4 All words this post will be the amount of money to magically appear in your account 5 Repel - last attack against you is blasted back at your enemy 6 Bad Luck - A giant black 4 leaf clover appears and blasts all present with -17 STA 7 Lucky Day - All negative effects from the last turn are reversed for all allied parties 8 Nothing 9 Torrent of the Maelstrom - your speed is increased by +17 10 Double Lucky - Your words for the entire battle is your cash pay out.
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Gillian
Lilith spun her scythe around in preparation to defend, but it was rendered completely unneeded as Achana appeared before her with her arms folded and the raging wall of cero energy flying up, devouring Aizawa's arrow that was intended for her. This was the true reason she adored her mistress. It was this protection she received, and the love behind it that she felt. It was the reason that Lilith had decided to give her everything to the red maiden before her. If she was Babylon the Great incarnate, then she would be willing to reside in that city of sinners, drinking the blood of her enemies, and fornicating with the kings of the world. Anything to gain the power that she saw in her mistress. Once the smoke cleared and Achana spoke of the things she would do to Aizawa though, the jealous rage snapped, and in a bout of comic relief, Lilith would flail her arms indignantly. "No no no! Mistress is all mine! There's nothing that filthy male can do to you that I couldn't do better!", she griped in that display of obvious disdain for men. Lilith was the persona of Misandry and Tormented Love. In other words, she was a male hating sadomasochist.
It seemed Las Noches was in no short supply of strong Hollow who had a heart that leaned to desire more than anything. It was, after all, the strongest of the seven deadly sins one could encounter. Desire was the innate precursor to Greed, Envy, Pride, Wrath, and Gluttony. Sloth seemed to be the antithesis of Lust. "Yeah, as Lady Achana said, we aren't here to fight...", Lilith said with a pause as she spat on the corpse of a fallen Section Nine agent, "We're here to insure the safety of this world. Let's face it. We can't rule over something if a god declares us all worthy of elimination, yeah?!", she chuckled as the plan was revealed. It seemed that the Arrancar were different than Hollow, and they could be reasoned with. Their intentions were, however, as warped as their absentee hearts. Their moral compass was warped with a crooked arrow, but if one could discern lies from truth, one would see it was very clear that these two demons of Lust and Misandry were pretty genuine in their concern about the coming threat.
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xxx Aizawa scowled that the vile creatures before them would act as if they deserved couth and courtesy as if this was some sort of formal ball. To that point, it bothered Aizawa that the disgusting facade of humanity would even use a term like 'lady' to refer to themselves. He let them speak, analyzing their actions before deciding when to strike. He subtly shifted his stance from being prepared for close ranged combat to a stance more suited for his bow, which was still drawn, albeit an arrow wasn't knocked at current, though his arm was positioned to where he could quickly take aim and fire. Aizawa was as Quincy as most got after the Quincy Blood War he had learned about from some of the instructors at Souken Falls, where the Quincy behind him kept trickling into the area until he had a fair number of Quincy at his back ready to face the threat that was here, most having their focus on Achana. But, simultaneously, Aizawa had a rather unorthodox upbringing in Alfheim, having to learn his abilities all on his own until learning of the traditional way things were done and dedicating himself to such this time around. He was an amalgamation of different fighting styles and he had no real connection to the Quincy race as a whole. They garnered respect just as any who wholly dedicated themselves to protecting Earth did, but beyond that, they were allies, not where he could be hurt by insults. He didn't know if that was possible, past present or future. The void numbed him to all accept the task at hand, his life as a servant had imbued that into his very bones. You didn't let emotion interfere with action and you didn't let yourself feel emotion at all. Even if he had lost the ability to do that at some point, he would not let that failure happen here or now, not in the heat of battle, though this slow and wordy simmer could hardly be labelled as heat. Listening to the droll the woman was spouting, Aizawa could not keep a notable sneer from his face as he examined the woman trying to fifure out exactly which part of her was supposed to be as sexual as she suggested. Aizawa never was one for sexuality, even the one man he had been relationally involved with in his life, he had nearly exclusively been attracted to on a spiritual and mental level. The physical attraction had followed, but the former were a prerequisite, it seemed. Aizawa shook his head at how uncouth and unlady-like she was. It seemed it was simply Hollow nature to give with one hand and take back with the other. Holding themselves to a double standard they seemed to be blind to. He should've expected no less from the creatures that have plagued humanity for so long. If they up and defecated right on the battlefield, he genuinely felt he shouldn't be surprised. But, this wasn't how Shinra did things nor was it how she would want Aizawa to do things if he was still here. She was all for protecting Earth, but she had scolded him (or so much as the elven princess could manage) on several occasions for his harsh words against the Hollow kind. If it was for defense or retribution, he would carry out action but not an "innocent Hollow", no matter how much an oxymoron.
"Careless." he would speak as he noticed how well the two hollow had lined themselves up. Deciding to add a bit to their monologue, Aizawa remained aware of his surroundings as always. "I would be more receptive to your offer 'Lady' Achana," he began, putting an obvious twist to the word 'lady', mocking the title. "If only your pet here could've kept her hands to herself. I'm perhaps the one Earth native you could've had a chance at negotiating with and you're several steps past the precipice of ruining it. Achana, as far as I can tell, you've not any blood on your hands. But, blood is paid in blood and that simply means that thing has to pay the toll. The price is on her head and if you insist on defending her this time, you can pay the price along with her. Until her blood is shed, no negotiations can be made." This was the Hollow's one opportunity to prove their words true. "Ensure the safety of this world", right. "Ruling over" was their only focus. A playground for the children to commit murder on, he supposed. While he spoke he lifted his bow and drew an arrow. Achana had time to act on her own, but if she didn't, she could suffer the same fate as her dog. He let the arrow fly as the dice began tumbling in his head.
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Long Arm Style [FS lvl.72] [+216 Def; +72 Str & Spd] Quincy Bonus: [+10 SP and Spd per 100 Reiatsu] [5 SP initially; 3 SP per post]
TECHS Quincy Bow [Nature]: Shots fly at the power of the arrow +5 Speed. (???) [???] Bowjutsu: Switches FS [Def] boost to [SP] and [Str] boost to [Spd]. [2 SP upon switch]
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HP: 625/625 SE: 179/190
[AoE] Holy Land: Attacks that equal or surpass Aizawa's SP will lightly damage the area. Attacks well over his SP (SP +35) will greatly damage the area.
Ehrbar Shuss: 366 Power || 291 Speed [2 SE]
Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2017 8:18 pm
A few moments after Aizawa came through the portal, Drefan followed. The spiritual pressure here was nothing short of oppressive, pressing in all around him. For a few seconds, Drefan forgot to breath, paralyzed in the sudden realization that he was in over his head. If either of these hollows decided tolook his way, he was dead.
Drefan took a moment to compose himself, and began moving, darting off to the side, into an alleyway. He did not intend to fight here. That would be suicide. Instead he would watch, take in as much information as he could, and bring it back to Alfheim. Despite his hesitance to fight, Drefan brought out his bow, the feel of the vined surface bringing him comfort, steeling him against his own fear.
Drefan scrambled up a tree, and across a thick limb. He dropped down, hanging by his fingertips, and began to swing, building momentum until he could leap across to the roof of a building. He darted across the shingled surface, as swiftly and silently as a ghost, before leaping onto another, taller tree.
Drefan scrambled up the rough surface of the tree and out onto a long branch, where he had a perfect view of the battle laid out before him. His eyes were searching, scarcely able to keep up with the movements of the battle below. Every once in a while, one of them would stop moving long enough to speak, and Drefan got a good look at them, his elf-eyes taking in every detail, committing it all to memory.
The Vasto Lorde was female, and a seductive as she was cruel. Drefan felt a cold chill run down his spine at the words she spoke to the equally-matched quincy. She was toying with him. Drefan gripped his bow ever tighter as he turned his attention to the Hollow's consort, a brightly-colored female, who seemed jealous of the attention being payed to the quincy, who seemed as uncomfortable as Drefan.
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2017 12:24 pm
Ryan followed Aizawa and Drefan through the portal thing. He was not familiar with portals having no memory of ever using one at least not in this life. Though some vague memory maybe of another lifetime stirred. Ryan dismissed the ghost of a memory and focused on the filthy hollows before him and his companions. Though the thought of companions was a little foreign to him as he had been alone most of his life. He moved a short distance from Aizawa and had his bow ready to fight but did not attack he would wait on Aizawa's lead for now.
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