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 Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 3:58 am
I imagine i can see inside of my body. Its black and outlined in white, i can see my Reiatsu inside of me. Its centered in the pit of my chest, Its bound in on itself tightly and..........painfully.
I can see its color its blank it has no color not white but clear. I can feel it now its clear and if i probe it with my mind its changing from calm and collected to gentle and stronger still it rages like a storm and subsides as quickly as it began.
Pulling at it with my mind i can convince it to flow in me, down my body and back up. It dosent like to go far from my chest and less still to exit my body. I have to pull on it. Its resisting me, its no longer the gentle force now i can feel it pulling me in, its trying to draw me into its core.
I have to pull harder, now or it might consume me.
Mebanas forhead breaks out in a sweat.
Clenching my mind i grab my reiatsu with all i am and smack it into place, again i discipline it, to leave it to wimper behind my assault, forcing it to obey my will and not the reverse.
Slowely i open my eyes.
"My Reiatsu is clear and has a range of ferocity from gentle to a raging storm. and its centered in my chest."
Gasping for air Mebana begins to fluster her color leaving her face, her eyes begin to droop, suddenly her knees give and she begins to fall face first. The corner of the desk directly in the path of her head.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 4:38 am
I hold out my hand palm up and start to collect my Reiatsu into my hand, "Hadou #1: Spirit Ball!" I said rather harshly and collected all my Reiatsu as much as I could into. A ball started to form swirling angrily and yet it seemed just like a storm...calm.
"This is my Reiatsu," I said as the ball turned to a dark purple, "This is the actual colour of my Reiatsu. I want you to summon your Reiatsu and convert it into Spiritual pressure, let's see what you have."
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 4:53 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 8:02 am
(Sumimasen, I seem to have missed that point)
I had been blabbering on a little I saw, it seemed that the girl had overdid it.
"Neiku," I drew out my Zanpakuto in reverse position, "Soar!" The blade of my Zanpkauto turned from it's normal shine into a dull grey before the point zipped off towards the girl, "Serpents tail!" I commanded and my Shikai formed into a huge serpents tail and caught the girl wrapping her in coils and keeping her safe for the moment to let the momentum dissapate, then it lowered the girl to the floor. A purple fae appeared on my shoulder.
"She worn out!" The fae said in a squeaky voice. I nodded then noticed my Shikai had disappeared and Neiku back in her sheath. I presumed this was part of the Shikai from the looks of things, I'd never seen the fae before.
"Yeah she is, maybe we went a bit overboard," I scratched the back of my head and the fae grinned, it was imp like, with dark purple wings, and it was opaque purple all over. Then it disappeared as quickly as it had come.
I walked over to a sink that was in the office to the side of the room and brought back a cup of water for the girl to drink. I also took out a spare rice ball I had been saving.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 2:47 pm
Perhaps it was the lack of stamina or exaustion, perhaps the speed of the manuver coiled Mebana too tightly, but when the serpents tail wrapped around her the only reaction was to open her mouth and spit out blood.
as she lay on the floor Mebana began to break out in a cold sweat, and shiver slightly.
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 7:12 am
(okay you've got to be really weak to cough up blood at that level...)
I looked in amazement, she couldn't even withstand that? Quickly I grabbed her in both arms picking her up from the floor knocking the water over in the process. Then...I flashed out of sight only appearing randomly though the Corridors as I speed towards the medic ward.
(since you're unconcious and..er ill..i'm taking your character to the medic ward)
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 2:23 pm
OOC: off to the medical ward.
side note she did cast a few spells, and pressing with all of her soul power, on top of struggling to control her inner power, seemed likely.
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 11:12 am
Megumi walks in from where he'd been studying, and sighs. If there was class today, he was early. Oh well, early to bed, early to rise, and all that. Still, he'd had basic instruction enough from his tutors, though he wishes there was a higher qualified instructor in the class. It couldn't be helped. Closing his eyes, he begins to envision his place of sanctuary..the field with those unnamed flowers, the flowers that were both beautiful and deadly..roses and thorns..is that not always how it was?
Still, while he didn't realize it, what had happened had opened a wellspring in his soul, as he began to focus...began to concentrate..trying to call his reiatsu up as he had when he'd started classes..he starts to make a breeze around himself..his hair softly whipping around in it, along with the cloak he wore over his student uniform. Even though he wasn't aware of it, there'd been something that occured..and it showed.
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 2:26 pm
Shifting, Megumi arches one arm upward, and turns it in a half-circle, making a pattern..another half circle, and another, in the petals of a rose pattern, before thrusting out his other arm, palm flat, fingers extended upward. Tiny sparks of energy dance along his fingertips, and his eyes remain closed. His lips move, soft voice murmering over and over, the same phrase, calling up his reiatsu. The teachers had been teaching them to discover the feel, and the color.
Megumi moves his hands rapidly then, their motions quick, a blur. When it's done, his reiatsu has manifested in his cupped hands, a deep violet color, swirling with silver. There's a light black aura around it however, the three colors merging as one. The feel of the Reiatsu is..pained, like it despairs. It's a dark power, though there is the hope of new life within it. It's like a human life; tinged with sadness and pain, yet that one frail hope, always trapped inside. The reiatsu inside Megumi is like that..all of his pain, and one growing hope..growing like a rose.
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 2:36 pm
He has rudimentary knowledge of the most basic Kidou, but still, it escapes him on how to do it, the solidity he needs. It's still not there; but he can feel his reiatsu if nothing else, and it's flowing a lot more easily than it used to, and that both elates and frightens him. He pulls one hand back, and holds the swirling black, violet, and silver ball in one hand. The wind around him increases in volume, and he watches, his eyes open now. Oddly, both of those eyes have turned into a deep violet color..his eyes narrowing as he gazes at the force crackling in his hand.
He's execising startling, and frightening control. Not but a few days ago he was a student, at the lowest end of the spectrum, but after his reiatsu blowing open with that fight..against that doll-like Arrancar..he'd found not only an odd level of strength, but something else. Almost another side of himself. Not the Hollow, no..but himself. A side that understood power..and craved more. Those purple eyes opened wide..and his jet-black hair shifts into a silver color, then pure white..while the reiatsu dances on his palm, a living thing. A smirk curves at his lips, as those eyes narrow..and for a moment..he speaks two words..his voice darker..deeper..
"I'm home."
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 2:55 pm
Still, it's not meant to last. The 'different' Megumi frowns slightly, and shifts the reiatsu into his hand, and up his arm. The force causes an arc, which in turn causes a burst. The wind around his body shifts just to that arm, a little whirlwind whipping up about his limb. His eyes, those icy violet eyes, snap to the right, homing in on a target, and he spins, pointing his fingers..
"Hadou no Yon! Byakurai!"
And white lightning, tinged with pale purple, dances off of his fingertips, and collides with one of the targets, blowing it apart..but only partially. The tips of his fingers smoking, Megumi watches the destruction with a neutral expression on his face. That could have gone better. He's still not at the level of strength he needs to be, and he doesn't have a grasp on the level of Kidou he needs to have. He can use the techniques, but..it's lacking. He doesn't have the training to unleash a full-force attack. Lowering his hand, his hair changes back to its black color, and his eyes shift to their normal hue. He sighs..that transformation..it isn't his hollow, but he can sense it..whatever it is. He returns to focusing his reiatsu..this time willing that 'other' feeling to stay down..
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 3:51 pm
Megumi cracks his neck and draws forth his sword, gazing at it, idly. He lifts it then, and again focuses his reiatsu to his arms..then to his hands. He tries to do what he did before. When he did it then, it was desperation, but it's different now. Focusing, he draws the reiatsu to his hands...up through his arms..hands side to side..thumbs touching. He closes his eyes then, calling up the reiatsu..
"Hadou no Sanjuuichi! Shakkahou!"
But this time it fizzles..and he frowns. He doesn't have the capability to use it yet; when he's not in a desperate situation, he can't draw up the necessary reiatsu. No, he has to practice more..
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 4:26 pm
He just sighs..stretching..and shakes his head. Bah. What an annoyance. Oh well. Still, this influx of strength is coming from more than just..his soul. He touches the weapon at this side..musing..then shrugs..
"Another time I guess.."
And done for now, he turns on his heel, though he swears he hears whispers follow him..like the sound of a wind blowing through the leaves..
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 5:39 pm
Dara was new so she sorta didn't relise this class was here til now. Luckly she had arrived early. There was nobody around so she just sat down and looked around.
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