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 Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 4:50 pm
Fallbert sighed, all this coming and going was annoying. He ripped open a garganta and left.
(To hueco mundo)
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 6:46 pm
 Hitoma shielded his face with his arms while smiling and watching all the Hollows fly by in swarms back into the fold in space. He even watched as the other hollow stole Aiya's body, probably one of the greedy types that just wanted a quincy to eat. Once all was clear he vanished through shunpo, strangely not worrying about who knew. All was set and done. Once the hollows vanished so did Hitoma using shunpo.{exit}
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 9:18 pm
 Tsuna picked up Aiya's body and held her. Tsuna then disappeared using hirenkyaku. As Tsuna did that he was hurt to see that Aiya was injured to this point.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 2:10 pm
Stark skated into the outskirts before jumping up and pushing the wheels of his skates back into his shoes. He pulled out the small PEZ dispenser and shot the pill down his throat. In a pop he was separated from his body, and his own eyes stared at him in surprise. His own body calmed and then smiled taking a very cocky stance that was unusual for Stark. "You can call me mod" It was his voice but deep and older, and stark didn't know what to make of it. "Oh and have you seen a mirror lately." Mod pulled Stark's cell phone out and took a picture of him turning the phone around and showing Stark's now surprised eyes his intricate facial tattoo. He smirked knowing that it another thing he would deal with because of the hollow. "Mod, go and rest somewhere around here." The soul obeyed and went to sit against a tree pulling out a book from Stark's bag. 'Hunted' Stark had already drawn his sword and sat down in a meditative position opening up his inner world.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 2:40 pm
He appeared just outside the cabin in the center of the lavender farm. He knocked and was met with a mumbled call to enter. He almost fell over backwards as he opened the door and saw that his spirit was scarfing a huge meal. He was eating about 20 donuts. He sighed and set his sword down against the table, and took a seat across from the spirit. "So your the reputation of my soul..." It wasn't really a question, and it made sense. This guy was what he wished to be, openly gluttonous and secretly powerful.
"Yes I am." He said in a semi childish voice after swallowing, but then continued to stuff his face as he talked. "Rand rour the rid whro grits to grield me..." He looked up and Stark sighed. "You meen to say 'and your the kid who gets to wield me." again it wasn't a guestion but the man answered with a nod. He waited for the spirit to finish his meal after he did he would ask questions.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 2:48 pm
Stark sighed and shifted in his seat to get a bit more comfortable."So when do i get to hear your name..." The spirit smiled, this kid knew a lot. "When I think you are ready..." He said it with a crocked smile, and stark knew what it meant and was blunt enough to say it. "So its really more like 'when you damn well fell like it' right." Again it wasn't a question. They both laughed long and hard, they were way to much alike, stark wondered if that was unusual or not. They both met eyes then and stood up heading outside stark grabbed his swords hilt and threw it up into the air letting it spin he caught it before leaving the small house.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 3:02 pm
They stood apart now separated by about ten feet, stark held his cleaver of a sword in his right hand. His spirit drew a single pistol into his right hand with a wicked blade along the bottom. He aimed it at stark, and as the hammer drew back Stark blurred, it was close to Shunpo. He almost knew how to do it thanks to the hollow showing him how to use Sonido by accident. He appeared to his spirits immediate front to find the gun firing at his chest. He blocked it with the blade and the small piece of blue riatsu ricocheted away. He spun during the action as his spirit bounded back continuing to fire at an increased rate. Every hit would have been direct if Stark had kept spinning and blocking with his sword. Then he moved he began to run to the side before disappearing again. It would be considered a slow Shunpo but it was close enough to the real thing to be called it. He appeared to the left of his spirit finding no gun in his face then he heard the shot which he barley slid out of the way of. It grazed his shoulder spraying a bit of surface blood into the air. He gritted his teeth and gave a small yell as his spirit revealed a second pistol in his left hand.
He continued his strike though and made a sweep at his spirits feet. His spirit jumped and dodged back firing with bull pistols now. He had to move fast to dodge, and he wasn't that fast yet. He pushed himself and pushed himself. Dodging and blocking every shot save a few grazing shots. He got close again and his spirit changed tactics using the guns as knives he began to fight a close quarters battle. They clashed and stark was doing better, his blade was just way to ineffective at range. He managed to get a grazing cut on his spirits left arm but that was it as the spirit broke contact again and holstered his pistols. "Give it some time, and real training, when your body is ready I will tell you..." Then he made a motion with his hand and Stark woke up in his shinigami form semi tired.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 3:12 pm
A lightning bolt seared into the air to strike the ground beside Stark. It would send out a shockwave that would knock Stark to the side, but not seriously harm him. Out of the shadows Kintaro stepped, electricity sparking on his fingers. The boy was calm, collected, and seemed ready for a battle. "You have become tha which I hate, Stark." He stopped a hundred feet away. "You have become a Shinigami." The air began to stir, as if a storm was approaching. "How do I know that you won't betray all of us?" He dropped into a stance exactly like that of the picture to the right of this post. "Better yet, how do I know that you won't go mad with power, and try to kill us all? I heard that happened with quite a few Shinigami in the past."
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 3:16 pm
Well Stark needed training and it was way to much fun to mess with Kintaro. He had dodged the first lightning bolt skidding to a stop his left hand against the ground he drew his blade into his right hand holding the cleaver which looked particularly wicked with his smile. "How do you know i haven't already gone crazy?" He twisted his head with his smile and had to try hard not to laugh as he completely messed with his very strong friend. He could even hear his spirit laughing encouragement to him in his feral stance.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 3:23 pm
It suddenly began to rain. But, this was obviously not normal rain, as the instant it touched Stark, it burned like acid. And the rain was becoming a downpour. Every drop of water drained a tiny portion of his spirit energy, weakening him. On the other hand, Kintaro was draining Stark's energy, leaching it into himself. This wasn't a technique he used lightly, as it brought forth too much energy sometimes. But, at the moment, this was what he wanted. As Kintaro began to move, his body flowing from stance to stance, the water began to move with him. "If you are crazy, Stark, then I will have to put you down. I cannot let you harm anyone." It was midnight, and the moon was full, but as Kintaro moved, the light was blotted out by storm clouds. As he moved, Kintaro felt himself become one with the storm. As the winds blew from the south to the north, he felt himself shift, swirling in a pattern, a dance. It was this strange fighting style that he used. There were no patterns to him movement, but it was a dance none-the-less. The water began forming into a ribbon of water, and with a sudden slash, the water whipped out and struck at Stark, lightning fast.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 3:29 pm
He felt the drain and ignored it, honestly it wasn't that much energy being taken. He vanished in a blur before the attack could land using his weak Shunpo. He had moved under the cover of a tree with a smile he stood up laughing. "I was only messing with you, chill..." It didn't completely sound like him, he really didn't want a serious fight with someone who could control the weather. His spirit told him that he should be ready for a fight he goaded on, and knew that he was right Kintaro would attack again, and the grip on his hilt would likely look like he too was preparing for an attack. When he was really more so preparing to defend.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 3:39 pm
(*Note: The rain burns like acid. And each drop drains a small amount. now, how many drops will hit you in a heavy rain?)
Kintaro ignored his words, centering on Stark's movements. "And why should I believe you, Stark?" The winds began to increase, and suddenly he lept, spinning, and through out a kick. A huge lightning bolt launched from the kick, directly for Stark. If it hit, it would sear the flesh badly. At the same time, the rain turned to ice, hale the size of baseballs. They would pelt Stark, which very well might distract him enough to be hit by the bolt of lightning. Kintaro's body landed quickly, smoothely, and he dropped back into his fighting stance, ready in case of attack. He wouldn't believe Stark. Not that easily, anyway.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 3:48 pm
He sighed as the rain changed, and dodged the bolt at least it didn't burn now. It just hurt, he rand forward at high speed and swung his sword at Kintaro. He aimed for his mid section but it was clear that his heart just wasn't in it. The power that came with passion in a fight wasn't there, even Kintaro would notice this.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 3:59 pm
Kintaro danced out of the way of the attack, landing about fifty feet away. Noticing the lack of heart, Kintaro grew irritated, but didn't show it. "Fight, Stark. Fight, and prove your worth! Don't, and die!" He knew he had to force Stark to fight. The man was trying to become greater, but he couldn't do that unless he realized that he would have to fight for his life every single day. And so Kintaro would force him to fight. Ice formed around Stark's legs as Kintaro vanished and appeared in front of Stark in midair, swinging a leg with enough strength to knock Stark for one hell of a loop if he didn't move.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 4:05 pm
Stark saw the ice forming and slashed down at his feet hitting the ice just in time to jump back. He had a pissed off look on his face now. He was ready to be serious though it made him mad that he had to fight a friend. He vanished appearing behind Kintaro spinning his sword would be aimed at the same spot but with 10 times the force and speed. He was serious, and he was ready, but he was pissed.
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