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 Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 10:55 pm
When dark reflections dance... ((Bootiful. ^_^))
I thought this was fitting
Bull-Bikou's head snapped backwards as if it had been struck by a bullet. His hands seemed to go limp for a moment, and he spun into a back flip, landing several yards away on one hand and two knees, skidding to a stop with his eyes facing the ground.
"Caught that, did you Bull?" His face raised from the ground, revealing a fracture in the helmet, and a portion of his face, perfectly matching Bull's own. "Did you also catch the frantic screams of your squad member that night, so long ago, by the office building? He had been assigned to protect that town, was he not? And then to be eaten, by such an ugly hollow." The Bullene-Bikou chuckled, a dark sound that was beginning to lose its semblance of sanity. "Of course, you would have been young then, I doubt you would have remembered." His amusement vanished. "But I remember. I remember the crunch of bone and the taste of blood." He stood, and took a step forward. "I remember the feel of his skin on my teeth, and the satisfaction I held in my devouring of him. The exact same satisfaction I gained by destroying the three members of this squad earlier today. Such, beautiful, screams." He closed his eyes for a moment, snaking his tongue out to lick his lips. "The girls taste the best you know, so sweet and innocent. Like candy." The last part of his statement was said in a matter-of-fact sense, and he turned to fully face the powerful squad seven captain. "And yet, no matter how many of your kind I eat, and no matter how many humans I devour, leaving their families and friends alone in the dark, awaiting the day when I will come and destroy them. I am never satisfied. Do you know why that is, Bullene?" He pointed a crimson finger in the captain's direction, curled slightly like the claw of a bird of prey. "It is not the blood of the innocent that gives me my strength, but the power of my foes. Give me a bird and I shall become a bird, show me an angel, and I shall rise above the heavens." He held out his hand, and a droplet of mirror-esque blood dripped from it, rapidly forming into the mangled corpse of a young shinigami girl. The Bullene-Bikou reached out, grasping her face and causing it to blister slightly, turning dead and sightless eyes to look at the men before him. "Look into her eyes, little captain. What do you see?"((Shorter than I had planned.. but I felt it fitting to end on that note.)) ...Beneath a silvery moon
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 10:59 pm
"Fine by me." Yamoto disappeared away from the area where the two Bullenes about to fight. "That actually save me from going all out and having my entire form copied. Thank you Bull." Yamoto smiled as he sat in the air and meditated. "Just hurry up."
(Good thing i refreshed the page before I posted xd )
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 11:01 pm
((I can just imagine if this were an anime and I was searching for the fight on Youtube then came across one of many AMVs for the fight. Namely a badly edited one with that song. So I suppose it does fit in a way))
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 11:21 pm
((This is going to be a letdown compared to my last post))
Bullene shook his head, fighting off the manipulative words of Bikou. If such an event had happened, Bullene had wiped his memory of its existence. Bullene clenched his eyes shut for a moment, attempting to wipe his head clean of Bikou's words.
Bull's eyes pushed forward, his stare blank for a moment. A feeling welled up inside of Bull. It was quite similar to the feeling of a Zaigou about to go on a rage. The flames of Bull's eyes extinguished as his irises turned crimson. His eyes widened as they grew bloodshot. The ground began to tremble once more as the rain began to steam off his wings, which also began to turn blood-red.
Bullene let out a grunt as he shook his head, exhaling like some beast. He was trembling with rage unlike any other. His eyes began to bleed, crying out tears of anguish. Clenching his eyes once more, Bullene let out a roar, disappearing in a sonic boom.
The Captain appeared with a head in his hand. It was Bikou's, still attached to its body. "What do I see?" His voice came, trembling.
There was a snap... Bullene's eyes reignited in dazzling white flames, matching his wings. The bloody tears burned away off his face. There was a serenity about his expression.
"I see nothing..." He said, his voice level in tone.
He was speaking directly to Bikou now, his voice growing more powerful. Great amounts of light began to shine upon Bull as the skies cleared. Pillars of light began to break through the obscurity of the clouds. This was going to be a brand new day.
"I see nothing," He repeated. "I see nothing because these eyes," He said, his voice growing in volume and authority. "These eyes are blind to hate..."
Bull's hand began to squeeze upon Bikou's head. He didn't hate him. It was only divine retribution. Squad 7 Captain
Bullene Katsurou
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 11:32 pm
When dark reflections dance... Dark laughter echoed around the entire area, bouncing off of the rubble from the fight, and carrying with it an emotionless pallor.
Bikou-Bullene spoke, his voice neither strained nor angry, but rather amused.
"You cannot hide from me. Bullene. I feel the rage in your voice. I see the pain in your eyes. You have tasted death, and you know of the toll it carries." Bikou-Bull chuckled again, his body racked with ripples from the vibrations, but unmoving. "You speak like a god, and rightly so, as your power would be considered as god-like. But you allow your rage to consume you, rage that is useless when fighting someone like me. You lost this fight the moment you asked the zaigou scum to stand aside. You lost your life when you made the mistake of touching me." Bikou's laughter stopped, and his body went deathly still, unmoving. "You want to know what I see, Captain Katsurou?" He said with cold deliberation. Everything went silent for a moment, then a whisper of wind swished across the battlefield, and a familiar person appeared behind Bullene, his mouth directly next to his ear, and his right hand positioned between the true Captain's shoulder blades.
"I see an angry child holding a doll." He whispered, his voice husky and taunting. "Die with shame."
With that, his hand exploded forward, forming a hissing sword of burning flame as it moved. ...Beneath a silvery moon
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 4:22 am
((Why are you all on when I'm not. It's not fair ;_;. I'm now. Completely lost.))
Sigeric finally caught his breath; he'd been sitting down for the last few minutes, holding back his reiatsu completely. It was a miracle that none of the people here had decided to attack him. Of course, they probably would've never known that he was their leader; he didn't look much like one. These days all the Arrancar were 'little pretty boys' and suchlike. Not like the good old ones with heads in jars.
Unknowing of how the fight was going Sigeric had decided that what these Captains might like best is a great big surprise, something to keep them thinking.
Sigeric drew his enormous sword where he was hiding and lifted his great behind off the floor with a groan and then stabbed the blade into the ground to hold his form up. "Feast, Agujero Negro." The man whispered to himself, the transformation now beginning. Within a small period of time his Resurrecion had finished. There the great giant stood, looking down upon the battle. Without a care in the world he did what came naturally to anything big. In what was little more than seconds he stomped on the entire field of battle, without a care in the world for what was going on. A mighty boom would ring out as his foot hit the floor, crushing whatever was underneath it, that is, if it wasn't stopped. No-one would be able to survive that kind of weight. Not easily at least.
((And so. My vengeance. To step on all of you!))
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 9:00 am
There was a squish as Bullene seemed to twitch his body forward slightly. It was the sickening sound of blade piercing flesh. Bullene sputtered up blood, choking on it for a moment. The flaming katana jutted out of Bull's chest, just below his right collarbone. He began to laugh as he pulled himself off the blade, turning to face himself once more. "There are certain things that you can't mimic..." He said, a slight smile on his face as he brought his hands to either side of his chest. He clenched his eyes for a moment as his hands glowed green.
With a hiss, Bull's chest began to close. All of the blood vessels and cauterized endings healed as he heard the massive force coming down. Bull smiled as he raised his left hand, palm to the sky. Bull's hands ignited with reiatsu as the titanic foot met his palm, halting it. There was an intense rush of wind downward as all of Sigeric's energy was forced into the air around them.
This was the difficult part. Bullene transferred some of the reiatsu from Sigeric's attack across his body into his right arm, which, like the end of a whip, shot out, cracking the sound barrier.
It was an odd combination of techniques that Bull had never used before. Combining Shunko and Soft Palm, that is. With a force that was faster than a shunpo, Bull's fist shot towards Bikou's sternum, unleashing a Surge Strike. The shotgun blast of reiatsu would be more than enough to obliterate Bikou's chest.Squad 7 Captain
Bullene Katsurou
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 11:47 am
Sugar daddy donut 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. Zaine had drawn his zanpakuto from its strap on his back before the arrancar had even turned to face him, the large twinbladed sword glimmered subtly through the patchy light that managed to break through the dust kicked up by the ongoing battles, without muttering a word Zaine's own zanpakuto began to spin maniacally, forming his own razor disk and swinging it up to meet Alejandro's attack with ease, a shower of sparks were birthed from the cacophony of metal singing against metal, the eternal song of battle that has for eons heated the blood and called forth dancers to its tune. "Not much, but why have you and your allies snuck into the Sereitei? You realize it will end badly for you." he replied with a friendly tone, suddenly his left palm shot out, the flat of which faced the midsection of the arrancar and if the attack connected Zaine would release a powerful pulse of reiatsu that would effect even the hierro of an arrancar. "By the way, my name is Zaine Tsukioma, who are you?" he asked while carrying out this movement.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 12:11 pm
Unfortunately for Natsuo, who was walked on the ground towards the fight, he was in the way of Fatty-chan's "Resurrecion." Natsuo didn't mind though for he was strong enough to withstand the attempt on his life. But he was alittle angry at Fatty-chan though.
When the sonic boom landed crushing everything towards Natsuo, Natsuo performed a Sonido up in front of Yamoto. His eyes peered down on Yamoto in a calm yet slightly irritated way. "Your pretty strong, aren't you Shinigami? As you've been observing everyone else, I have been observing you, and you interest me. I'd like to take your life..."
Natsuo held up his hand to the side, and curled it so, and instantly burst with reiatsu. His spiritual pressure seemed to intensify ten fold, as the scenery of the ara seem to flash to between normal and red. It flared wildly from side to side looking ominous, charging into a medium sized reiatsu.
Natsuo smiled devillishly as his left eye opened," Are you ready, shinigami-san?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 2:23 pm
Yamoto opened his eyes as he heard the new arrancar's voice addressing him. "Take my life ehh, well I rather not die today, but I guess it is only fair to let you try." Yamoto remained in his sitting position as he adressed the arrancar. He had sealed his sword because he wasn't fighting anyone, so he really didn't want to draw it again. "Go ahead let's see what you got."
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 2:23 pm
Alkonost arrived late as usual. Her timeliness to a battle was always lacking. As the Septima Espada arrived onto the battlefield she rested her hand on the hilt of her Zanpakuto and her other hand on her hip. Gazing about the war torn landscape. It seemed to her as though her own people had the upperhand, what few Shinigami were present struggling to keep up. "Let the children play. When they begin to tire put them down for a nap and seize what opportunities present themselves." Carefully she honed in on a Captain level Soul Reaper. She watched he vigilantly took on two of her own with such ease and grace. It brought a rare warm smile to her lips. Ignorant children. They'll get themselves killed. Licking her lips hungrily Alkonost itched for bloodshed. She waited for that single moment when one of her "comrades" faltered so that she might kick them aside and take what was rightfully her own. So, as she stood there bored and anxtious Alkonost began to whistle softly. Her whistle was unordinary however, it seemed to be projected very loudly, as if played through massive speakers. It echoed throughout the battlefield and brought life to the battles before her.
This whistle was one of her specialties. It was a hidden power that allowed her to do many things. The whistle allowed her to tap into the body and minds of all that could hear her call and it gave her the ability to affect their emotions. Should she whistle something aggressive the individual(s) in question would feel an urge to become more aggressive. While she cannot control a targets emotion she can suggest a most powerful and enticing one. Alkonost usually did this to hollow, her power over them often becoming uninhibited control. Adjucha had more resistance but more often than not did her bidding. When it came to Arrancar level beings they had a much higher resistance to her calls and Espada level beings were affected the least if at all. The side affect of her call however was not something she did intentionally. It just happened and as she became more and more aware of it, the more and more she used it.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 2:39 pm
Pa Rot looked up to see his Espada's impending sole. He gasped and used a sonido to escape to ground level as Bullene stopped the foot. He shook his head. He knew his Espada was an extravagant one compared to most others but he had interrupted his meal. He looked down at the half eaten mince pie he had in his hand and realised that he had partially crushed it in a panic. Just to annoy Sigeric, Pa Rot performed a mighty throw and sent the mince pie hurtling into the giant arrancar's eye. He sighed then turned round to notice Alkonost arrive.
"Hi!" he said cheerfully. He intended to remain observant but if she stayed around he'd have some company instead of just sitting around on a rooftop eating mince pies.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 2:49 pm
When dark reflections dance... The true Bullene's attack had been a good one, and would have been a beautiful counter strike if he had aimed it correctly.
Unfortunately, Bikou-Bullene had moved the moment he saw True-Bullene begin to seal the hole in his chest with chiyudo, knowing full well that he would retaliate soon after he was finished.
From a position several feet to Bullene's right, he glared up at the monolithic Sigeric, annoyance and hatred in his eyes. He had never like the boisterous espada, and his sheer girth was messing up his fight. His eyes snapped back to the Captain beneath the mountain of flesh, and he chuckled slightly, amused by the sheer sight of it all.
"You really look like hell Katsurou." His face split into a grin, "Tell me, how are you going to stop me from destroying this squad with all that weight on your shoulders? If I were you, I'd dispose of the trash quickly." He chuckled again, shaking his head slowly and staring down at the captain, a curious, and also disgusted, look on his face. "You really don't understand, do you Katsurou? You don't even understand Shukketsu Kokoro properly. You need to be above what you are trying to heal, and it takes time. The outside of your body may be healed, but I know full well that your internal damage will take several more seconds to fully restore." He lifted his right hand to his face, placing it over the area where he had been struck previously by Bull's attack, it still smarted a little, and several small scratches dotted his face. Not for long however, as his hand suddenly glowed a bright green, and his face returned to a beautiful, shiny state in a matter of a few milliseconds. "As for what I can, and cannot, copy. You know nothing. Your kido are as easily accessed as your bankai while I am in this state. I am you, Katsurou. Accept it."
His ear twitched slightly as he heard a whistling noise coming across the battlefield, it seemed that Alkonost had arrived. Perfect. If any more espada showed up, perhaps.. No, it was to much to hope for. He turned back to Bullene, a slightly bemused look on his face, and shrugged.
"Well little boy, are we gonna play, or are you still going to pretend to be Atlas?"
((Free cookie for whoever can guess at what I was referring to. ^_^)) ...Beneath a silvery moon
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 2:51 pm
((Would that be the Titan Atlas? ^_^))
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 2:53 pm
"Septima espada...?" Natsuo looked over his shoulder. She was very beautiful... but had a creepy aura around herself, like Jes-sama. He turned his attention back towards the shinigami.
"You are so arrogant. Insult me by not drawing your sword. That really pisses me off, you know." Natsuo glared at him as his reiatsu flared up angrily. Suddenly an idea came to him, as like an epiphany. The menacing flare in his hands dissapeared as he lowered his hands. He gave the Captain a smile," I will make you fight." NAtsuo used a sonido to warp where Zaine was standing.
"Hello shinigami! Let's play!!!" Natsuo raised his hands and shot several balls of ceros towards Zaine. At the calculated velocity of the balls speed, Zaine wouldn't be able to block them all.
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