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 Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 8:39 pm
"Vincente, you are right, we are the opposite ends of the same coin." Ezru said his eyes brightening exponentially "I have feelings for my nakama, but all you can feel like they are tools to further your own means. And if I do get out of control I'm sure that there are a few of my own Nakama that would be able to stop me-" Ezru paused quickly and looked at Vi with just his eyes for less then a second and then continued "-and the reason that I speak of my own troubles so openly is that so I can show others who have the same type of feelings as me can see an alternative to being criticized by Arrancar such as yourself..." Ezru's temper was flaring, but in a good way; he was regaining some of the light that had faded from his eyes when he was massacring the Adjuchas and Gillians.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 4:09 am
 ~*~ Blanca Puro ~*~
Blanca sighed, she continued walking. " Just stop it you two." She spoke out of the blue. Her tone was already deep, of course with her usual feminine touch. She thought that the conversation was another meaningless s**t that should be taken privately in a chamber. Regardless how open Ezru was, she also couldn't take how Vincente makes such side comments that might create more fire. Blanca sonido'd ahead, appearing inside Las Noches.
|| Tercera Espada ||
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 5:10 am
"Hm..." Vincente began his last incentive, "... and that's exactly why you are so weak in every way." Taking the same method as Blanca, Vincente used a sonido to close the gap between himself and Las Nochas. The light aggitating his pupils which quickly shrunk, he didn't put his hand up to put shadow over his eyes though, that only made it take longer to adjust. He went off towards the Throne Room, Mother had to be back by now. If she was, he was going to request that Ezru be demoted due to "Mental Instability and uncontrollable Violent Physical Urges."
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 10:24 am
Ezru stopped walking and sat down on the sand, stuck between the perpetual twilight "Ugh... I'm sorry that you've seen all of that today Vi..." Ezru said, his voice sounding strained as he stretched himself out, straining his torso and chest as he loosened himself up. "That's the one thing I hate about myself."
Ezru's body perked up as he felt Ka-chan's reiatsu re-enter the Throne Room. ANd it was angry. He also felt Salam's reiatsu although it was very weak, almost unnoticeable. "Vi. I have to go... Ka-chan and Salam are back, and I don't think it went smoothly." Ezru stood up and used Sonido to leave the desert without stirring up the sand in his wake.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 2:38 pm
Now that he was out of anyone's immediate sight, Vincente set his rickety plan into action, opening a Garganta just outside the dome of Las Nochas to the human world, there he would search for Angela, and kill her. He stepped through the Garganta and made his way through the dark space, and quickly reached the other side... his destination.
[Exit to Karakura Park]
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 9:22 am
Scars heal, Glory fadesAll we're left with are the memories made.
The desert was rather quiet. Raile mused on this as he walked across the sand, stopping to look around. It was endless, this desert. One could not see from end to end of this place. He wasn't smiling now, just looking at this place. He did not like the desert. It was too sandy, too...He paused in his thoughts for a moment, then was honest with himself. It was lonely here, that's why he disliked it. He disliked being alone, more then anything else. He could not say why this was, he took it as something he would never know. Still, it made him unhappy. Even though he was waiting for a person out here, his spirits fell upon looking at the endless frozen waves of the sand dunes. It would be easier if he was in a small place and no one was there. A place like this, this was obviously empty. He kicked the sand to make himself feel better. It didn't work.
Pain hurts, but only for a minute. Your life is short so go on and live it.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 9:59 am
∆▲∆ϺȯʈɦəƦ∆▲∆  ■□■ʈɦɚ ǷʃʏɔɦȯǷɑʈɦɩɔ ɭɚɑɖəʁ ȯʄ ɧʊəɔȯ ɱʊɳɖȯ It's Rock 'n' Roll if you scream out loud right?
Enough of that kind of {s**t}
Who cares about definitions?
Just wanna repaint the scenery She appeared in front of him in a rustle of cloth, a smile on her face and her red eyes alight. "Are you ready, Rai-chan?" she asked her Fraccion, blinking her red orbs. "I must warn you, you might very well die if you try to gain your Ressureccion. I'm not the type to hold back... If you die, then you weren't worthy to be my Fraccion in the first place, and I'll find someone else." she said bluntly and honestly.
Play the A chord on a night with nothing to do
Shred away on a triangle
Fingertips,
Change the world with some imagination
And the split second of an open second string
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 7:57 pm
Coming out Vincente decided to lower his attention gain, and instead of inspecting the scene, he moved atop the outer wall on a damaged groove, that hadn't been there when the fortress was spawned via sonido, and sat to watch the dust and sand wisk by and dance along the surface of the desert. But even at the ever-night wastelands display, he may as well take interest in the final pathetic moments of Raile's life being taken at the hands of the Primera. Just more blood to be mixed with the sand, no different than every other weakling that had it's life taken by a superior life form, it's life force mixing into the sands.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 8:32 am
Scars heal, Glory fadesAll we're left with are the memories made.
Raile's mood brightened considerably with the appearance of Mother. He hated being alone. Even with the possibility of death on the horizon, he was rather happy. "I have done everything exactly the way I would have done it if given years to think about it. If I die because of it, that is how it must be." He smiled, then added, "So all I can do is what I can do. That's all we can all do, yes?" The Arrancar was a surprisingly mellow person when he wasn't hitting on people. He reached back and pulled his sword from it's leather resting place, holding it out at an angle. The curved blade was rather odd, and so it was quite fitting for him. It was quite possibly time to die. And it seemed that he would be entertaining someone if he die. He smiled a good deal wider at this prospect. How fun. It could very well be short sighted of him, but he was not one to fear unknown things, like death. What was the point? He feared some things to be sure, but only because he knew them well. So being an amusement as he got killed? Quite fine with him. It was entirely possible he was an idiot.
Pain hurts, but only for a minute. Your life is short so go on and live it.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 4:20 pm
∆▲∆ϺȯʈɦəƦ∆▲∆ ■□■ʈɦɚ ǷʃʏɔɦȯǷɑʈɦɩɔ ɭɚɑɖəʁ ȯʄ ɧʊəɔȯ ɱʊɳɖȯ It's Rock 'n' Roll if you scream out loud right?
Enough of that kind of {s**t}
Who cares about definitions?
Just wanna repaint the scenery Mother let out a small chuckle. "I shall begin then." she said softly, so softly that he'd have to concentrate to hear- and that would be his downfall. Her upper body didn't move as her foot shot out for his kneecap, and then she was gone in a slight static sound.
She appeared behind him silently, however, and she swung her leg around, aiming for his head. Her sword remained sheathed on her back, undrawn.
Play the A chord on a night with nothing to do
Shred away on a triangle
Fingertips,
Change the world with some imagination
And the split second of an open second string
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 6:09 pm
Scars heal, Glory fadesAll we're left with are the memories made.
It was her motion that did it. She moved, and he pulled his usual maneuver. He saw he move toward him and he jumped back. Right into a foot aimed at his head. That hurt! Still, it was strange how he took it. He sort of spun around as he moved forward from the kick to the head. He was obviously loosing his balance because of the kick, but he seemed to be controlling it for some reason. With a motion it became quite obvious why. His sword dug into the sand as he fell, throwing up a cloud of sand around Raile. He landed in the cloud, and quickly got back at the ready, getting into a much lower stance. His eyes were closed for this bit, so sand did not get in his eyes. In this lower stance he changed his orientation slightly, and darted out of the cloud, at Mother as the cloud disappeared. His eyes opened as he stopped feeling the sand on his skin, giving a moment to aim as he slashed at her with a diagonal slash. Sand was interesting as a medium, rock solid and utterly unstable.
Pain hurts, but only for a minute. Your life is short so go on and live it.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 3:28 pm
∆▲∆ϺȯʈɦəƦ∆▲∆ ■□■ʈɦɚ ǷʃʏɔɦȯǷɑʈɦɩɔ ɭɚɑɖəʁ ȯʄ ɧʊəɔȯ ɱʊɳɖȯ It's Rock 'n' Roll if you scream out loud right?
Enough of that kind of {s**t}
Who cares about definitions?
Just wanna repaint the scenery She smirked, her red eyes flickering as he came out of the cloud. "That would work on anyone else." she said cheekily, twirling away from his sword. She twirled behind him, then bent her upper body towards the ground, lifting her right leg off the ground. She then spun on her planted left foot, aiming a roundhouse kick for the small of his back, just above the tailbone.
"Come on now. You can do better than that, Rai-chan." she said.
Play the A chord on a night with nothing to do
Shred away on a triangle
Fingertips,
Change the world with some imagination
And the split second of an open second string
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 4:18 pm
Scars heal, Glory fadesAll we're left with are the memories made.
"Heh, heh...yeah...attacking..." Raile sounded a little either nervous or sheepish with those words, it was kinda hard to tell which. He spotted her dance out of the way, then thrust his sword into the ground and hopped forward. He pushed down on it as he brought his weight into the air, pushing the blade farther into the sand. He swung around and stepped on the outcrop his sword had and pushed the blade to the side a bit. The result was that he was standing on top of his sword, perfectly balanced, but looking awfully weird. He carefully positioned his left hand, the glow of a cero beginning there. However, he didn't let it go just there, he jumped into the air and shot it down at Mother. It pushed him a bit up and to the side, but it would give him so time to see where to go from there.
Pain hurts, but only for a minute. Your life is short so go on and live it.
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 3:21 pm
∆▲∆ϺȯʈɦəƦ∆▲∆ ■□■ʈɦɚ ǷʃʏɔɦȯǷɑʈɦɩɔ ɭɚɑɖəʁ ȯʄ ɧʊəɔȯ ɱʊɳɖȯ It's Rock 'n' Roll if you scream out loud right?
Enough of that kind of {s**t}
Who cares about definitions?
Just wanna repaint the scenery She laughed, long, cheerful, like the sounds of bells. "You're so funny, Rai-chan!" she giggled as he stood atop his sword, a smile brightening her small, pretty features. It would be odd, for one of the older Espada, to see such a joyful grin on her face- usually her grins were malicious and disturbing.
She calmed herself as his Cero charged, and watched as he leaped into the air. "A cero? How boooooring." she complained. She yawned, swatting away his Cero with the back of her hand. "You must have something better than that, Rai-chan." She held up her other hand, smiling sweetly at him as her own Cero charged- it would feel like a Gran Rey to even the stongest Numero, but she had very little of her on power put into it.
Releasing the Cero, she watched as it fired up towards him, and she wondered what he'd do. She slipped around so that she was to his left, so she could watch him.
Play the A chord on a night with nothing to do
Shred away on a triangle
Fingertips,
Change the world with some imagination
And the split second of an open second string
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 3:41 pm
Scars heal, Glory fadesAll we're left with are the memories made.
"Always a pleasure to entertain." He expression turned blank for a moment when he saw the glow of a cero coming from her, and he quickly poured his energy into his hands again. "I hope you enjoy my next moves then, to make up for it." He concentrated awfully hard to prepare his move in time, and got it done a just the right moment. he pushed his hands into the air and fired the cero, pushing him directly into the sand, close enough to his sword that as he was pushed in the sword fell over from the sand movement. It sounded much like a dull 'thud' as he hit, sounding dull for the sand. "Pain hurts." Raile stated the plainly obvious as he stood up again, rubbing his back. He has landed on his back and it hurt pretty good. He grabbed his odd looking blade quickly, then smiled a bit. "That, however, is not something Mother need care about." He grinned wider, looking for all the world like a plain fool and darted back again to attack Mother with his sword, he jumped at the last minute though, so that he would jump over her and attack her from the back. He couldn't make things dull after all.
Pain hurts, but only for a minute. Your life is short so go on and live it.
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