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 Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 4:50 am
((That's good to hear then. In addition to that, it seems as though your writing ability has improved somewhat. You're doing good, but you can do better. By the way, Ky is in his lab and is speaking through the intercom and the mansion is not empty per se as it is always filled with servants. Just correcting you on your post.))
A small shaft opened up in the middle of the fountain as a tube shot out of it, accompanied by a burst of steam. Immediately, the tube opened up and from it jumped out Ky, holding a large sword of some sort that was teeming with alchemical energy. He turned to the shinigami and then at Meluk. It was the first time he had seen the lad in a long time, but he wasn't really all that surprised or emotional when he saw him again. He said that he was going somewhere and Ky gave him the go ahead to, not really caring when he would come back since that was his way of governing. As long as it is what Meluk wanted, then Ky allowed him to do so. It was his life, after all.
"You're back, but don't expect any warm welcome, Meluk," said Ky coldly and threw the weapon at the Bount, hoping he would be able to catch it. The weapon itself was quite heavy, but Ky was sure Meluk would be able to carry such a weight relatively easily since the sword was more or less 40 kilograms. While that was something heavy for any normal human, Ky's trained body was able to carry such a weight after centuries of training. To him, that kind of weight was like the weight of a toy. "Get to work, maggot. I want you to train that shinigami how to fight with a sword that heavy. For now, just spar with him for a while and get him accustomed to carrying that giant of a sword. Do that until I get back from my meeting."
With those words, Ky left the two to their own training method since he had his own agendas to deal with. Things were slowly according to plan and after meeting with the mysterious leader of Genesis once again through video conferencing at a secluded place some time before he arrived at the mansion, he knew what he had to do. This time, Ky would have to finish things once and for all.
"It's about time I prepare for the bash. It's going to be one hell of a party."
[Exit]
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 1:44 pm
Startled by the stern voice, and then the double appearance, Herieo ended up staying quiet for a few minutes. As the two, obviously, knew each other he decided to let them speak and not be as rude as normal.. That was until he saw a rather large sword, and some words along the lines of 'Train This Shinigami'.. "Uhh.. Mister...?!" It was too late. His response came at the exact same time the man had begun to depart. Herieo wasn't the quickest thinker, and it took a while for his head to compute was was to go on: Sword. Heavy. Herieo.. Hold Sword. Train With Said Sword..
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"I get it! B-But.. That thing looks big!" Excited, but still startled, the boy began to fumble towards the man who'd just now entered. Bowing slightly to him, Herieo would proceed to point at the large sword that'd been thrown. He stood with an unnaturally cute and blank expression on his face, confusion rays radiating off of his person. "That strong guys says your gonna help me get used to holding that big sword! It's nice to meetcha! I'm Herieo. I'm a human just like you people, but I'm also a Substitute Shinigami! If we'll be training together then, I'd better get into my spirit form!" Suddenly, a stuffed animal popped over the boy's shoulder.. The silent little thing suddenly rammed it's own mouth toward's Herieo's, resulting in a little candy being slung out. Immediately, the human body was thrown back to the ground, catching its balance and then walking away. Now standing before the Bount was a Shinigami, smirking and nodding towards him. "This is gonna be fun!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 3:16 pm
Micah was running full tilt back to the mansion. All she wanted to do was get home and be safe. She ran into the large house and right into a falling body. Caught under the man's body, the young woman let a loud, girlish squeal and pushed at the body as he got up. Looking up at the body and the new Shinigami, she yelled. "Who the hell is this! Why are you following me! Can't I just be left alone for two minutes!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 4:26 pm
Instead of Herieo responding, the mod soul inhabiting his body would take care of this girls questioning; He'd seen her earlier today, twice.. She seemed normal, but further interactions told tale that she was a Bounto also. Being at this range, Pokken could examine the female's spiritual give-off, his eyes squinting to an abnormally low level. "Girl...? Calm down. I'm sorry for having fallen atop you.. The idiot doesn't watch where his body falls, and he never alerts me when he's goin' Shinigami form. My apologies." Bowing, Herieo's body would slowly circle the little woman, a small smirk on it's face. When Pokken inhabited the body, the once cute and overbearing personality became.. polite and cute..? Oddly enough, Pokken was a polar opposite to Herieo. He may have looked the same as the Shinigami, but they were two completely different people. "Ok.. I gotta find somewhere safe, in this mansion here.. I don't know my way around this place.." Grunting halfheartedly, the mod soul piloted the body away from what he thought would be a dangerous scene.. before he got too far, however, he'd turned to motion for the girl to follow. "Aye! You can help me find somewhere safe, right..? Those two might be gettin' physical, and I don't want either of us injured."
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 6:45 pm
((Ok I'll do my work, but don't leave me out of anything good. you know I like action. And I knew something was wrong with post.))
The young Raven caught the sword that his master Ky had threw him. As Meluk looked around, he seen no one around him, but he did feel two individual spiritual pressures in the air. He could feel the chemical power in the sword, and it felt almost similar to his own. As any common life form living; his most logical guess is to go to the only spiritual pressure he could since at the time being.
Meluk focused his spiritual, and his chemical energy together to blitz to the two life forms. The young Raven appeared in front of Micah, and Herieo. Meluk placed the sword into the ground beneath, and stepped away from the sword. He lifted his arm about 3 inches away from his body, and summoned his own sword. The sword appeared to all black, and the light reflected from the metal.
"Ok, which one of you is the shinigami? We have a lot of work to do." Meluk asked in blunt tone of voice.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 7:16 pm
"Why should I help you? It's the Shinigamis' fault I've been gone! Just because I wanted to watch a few Soul Reapers and a Vaizard fight some Knight guy, I got taken to Las Noches against my will!" The small, innocent-appearing bount was enraged and pissed off because not only had she been abducted, an entire day of shopping was scrubbed. Her bags had been stolen, but it was superficial items. With some steam blown off with her yelling, Micah rolled her eyes, assuming Ky wouldn't like it if she was rude to guests.
"Fine. Follow me, Mod. But I ain't showin you anything other than the lounge." With her arms crossed, Micah walked past Pokken, Herieo and Meluk into the Mansion. Striding quickly to the sizable lounge, she looked back at the Mod-inhabited body and sat in a plush, black leather recliner and motioned for Pokken to sit.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 7:30 pm
((No hard feelings on the post. My character is can of a jerk at times.))
The young Raven nodded in disappointment, and inpatients. Meluk's eyes slowly followed the young lady to the recliner, and slowly walked up to her. He looked at her in a blunt way, and nodded again.
"I don't care wither you were held against your own will or not. You weren't the one; who got stabbed in the chest, and fell into a coma for a few months. Now, please answer my question before I have to beat it out of you." Meluk said in angered tone of voice.
After being with Ky for more than 3 years, he slowly began to develop his cold hearted soul. Meluk is still the same caring person, but he decided he wasn't going to fool around any more.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 8:10 pm
((That's fine by me. If Meluk becomes too much of a jerk, Micah can always b***h it up a little.))
Pointing at the other man, who wore Shinigami robes, then coaxing Zarri to coil around her and the recliner, Micah stuck her tongue out at Meluk. "He's the Soul Reaper and if you didn't notice, I'm a young, sexy Bounto. But it's easy for men to get intimidated by my snake." Grinning now, the girl was back to her usual, sarcastic self. The large, reptilian Doll rested his head over her right shoulder and glanced up at Meluk. "Greetings, Raven."
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 2:00 pm
"Um.. I'm the Shinigami!" Herieo stood with a dumbfounded look on his face, waving and smiling towards the Bount. Before the man would come to answer his statement, Herieo would begin walking towards him.. Wait no, not him.. The big sword! The teenager passed the Bounto up completely, his eyes wide as he stared at the monstrosity.. It looked like it could maybe be seventy or so pounds! He hadn't weight lifted in weeks, due to Shinigami time, but if he were to learn to use this thing then it'd be enough to get him back into the trend. There was just one slight problem though... The sword was not only large but.. Functioned as an actual sword. This thing was like the fricken "Buster Sword" from Final Fantasy! He played through three or four of those games, and everyone wielding a Buster Sword could swing'em like a plastic sword! He knew those games were fiction, and just for fun, but the thought of being like Zack Fair kept his head abuzz. "What about those sharp ends.. Even If I do learn to hold that thing, then I don't wanna hit the Bount with it! I could probably break something in here too.. Hmm.." Herieo pondered this at the same time he moved, both hands clasping around the large hilt. The thing was stuck in the floor, and it was too heavy to remove from this angle.. Grunting with all his might, the boy began to heave upwards in repetitive motions. The thing barely budged, and tilted to the side, before completely removing itself.. The motion and blade, together, sliced firmly into the concrete then caused the weapon to fall on it's side with a big clatter. "..Dang. I guess I underestimated how big this thing was.." Giggling nervously, the child bent over towards the hilt. Yet again, he began to heave and pull, using both hands to pull the thing.. He'd managed not to tremble, but only got the thing up a foot or two before he'd dropped it once more. "Mr Bounto..? I..Um.. I'm gonna need a second to lift this thingy.." Giggling again, he turned and attempted once more..
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 7:08 pm
. . .
..Forty Five Minutes Later..
. . . .. Herieo now stood trembling with the great sword, the hilt in his hand, and with the bladed end barely hovering off the ground. His legs were shaking a bit, due to the blade's holding position; Gravity simply made things worse, and the way he'd attempted to hold the big thing made it pretty obvious he was a novice with any weapon.. Size and weight didn't help! Huffing once, his hands would begin to glow intently.. Spiritual pressure began to encircle his position, but only visibly manifested on either hand.. The feint, light blue, glow of his hands was warming to any who lay eyes on its unique form and tint. "Heroic...EFFORT!" Having shouted out his signature phrase, the boy would seemingly gain a temporary strength boost. The entirety of the weapon was flung upwards, both of his hands tightly clasped on the rather large and long hilt. The weapon was now vertically held above his head, both hands balancing it and the weight perfectly. Herieo's legs were spread, shoulder length apart, and in perfect pose so that the large weapon wouldn't falter or cause any extra trouble.
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In the distance, his human body could be seen with it's legs folded, on the ground, a good nine feet away. He was leaning against a sofa, beside the girl who'd sat down earlier. Pokken had been quiet up till this point, but now he was smiling and nodding his head in approval. He even decided to clap at the boy's temporary success. "Good job, kid! Now.. Um... Don't kill yourself with that thing!" The mod soul's voice began to shutter as he looked towards the boy, his legs beginning to move from the 'Heroic Pose' he'd set up seconds earlier. His mod soul was beginning to worry at his partner's situation, knowing he hadn't thought too far ahead.
Herieo could now be seen with a dull expression on his face, his eyebrows arched and a rather exaggerated frown on his face.. He was losing balance, and had no idea how to un-lift the thing! Getting it up was hard enough, but he had a limited amount of time to place this thing in a safer position. His hands had long since lost there magnificent glaze of blue energy, and were back to normal.. Effort alone couldn't last forever. "Hmm.. This is the part where Zack would spin the thing on his palm, then sheath it on his back, safely and in an extremely cool fashion.." Thinking aloud, his smile was brought back as he suddenly dropped the blade backwards, the flat end headed towards his back.. it took all his might to defy some natural gravitational/momentum laws.. he managed to do it though! The large sword was now across his back diagonally, dangling slightly as it was held by one hand. In this position, it was much easier to just hold the thing, and let it hang. With his free hand, the boy pointed towards the Bounto set, and Pokken. "I-I can lift it as high as my head n-now... It takes a lot outta me, but I can do it nonetheless!" Enthusiastically, he began to pivot the handle upwards, letting it balance on his shoulder to lessen the strain on his clasped hand. The free one quickly became occupied on the bottom of the hilt. The boy now completely threw the blade over his shoulder, stopping it at a diagonal position. He held the blade in a firm grasp, trembling all the while. Sweat dripped from his forehead, his shoulders slowly going up.. And then down. he awaited the others reactions to his recent success, hoping to get some sort of praise for his accomplishment.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 7:51 pm
The young Raven watched Herieo practiced with the sword for five minutes. Within that amount of time, Herieo made a huge improvement with sword. Meluk was very impressed with his swordsmanship skills. He quickly nodded, and began to clap with great enthusiasm.
"Good job shinigami. Now let's see how you with sword in actual battle against a Raven." Meluk said with a cheeky tone.
Meluk knew that Herieo must have some type of skill; like kiduo for example. He quickly raised his own sword in the air, and stared at it with pride. The young man realized that his doll was had great potential, and so did Herieo himself. Meluk pointed his sword at Herieo.
The black sword began to glow Meluk's reiatsu color (red) as he was pointing it at him. It was obvious that he was going to attack without warning or chances for him to prepare himself. After all, once in battle; Herieo will not have the chance to prepare himself in actual battle. Within a matter of seconds, the reaistui rushed from the end of sword, and it was heading for Herieo.
There are many of tricks about Meluk's reiatsu like it can burns what ever it touches, including Meluk himself, but he could bind it any time he wishes too.
((I thought I could get this party started. And Micah, someone else is coming to fight you soon.))
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 1:19 pm
"Woahh!" Herieo was surprised at the surprisingly surprise-filled attack hurdling towards him! He, in truth, didn't expect such an attack to be produced mere seconds after the Bounto had finished speaking. He stood there wide-eyed as the red blast came, panicking slightly... He had this big weight in his hand, and couldn't hope to dodge.. His only decisions included blocking, or launching a counter attack! "Here we go.." Whispering this calming phrase to himself, the boy would suddenly attempt to raise the sword up yet again, becoming successful after a few seconds of delay. The attack, however, had cleared a big distance heading towards him. Herieo immediately let out a grunt, slamming the weapon down vertically, in sync with the oncoming blast. The unexpected occurred immediately! Herieo, and the weapon in hand, were recoiled off of the radiated energy, sending them skidding to the left of the attack.. It'd been parried, but the force was too much to handle. The child could now be seen rolling on the floor, skidding and whatnot. The weapon that was once in his hand had long flung out, dropped mid-roll. Herieo didn't falter for long though.. He'd fought enough hollows to know that staying down wouldn't give you any type of advantage! He immediately stood in a crouch, huffing once as he looked down to dust off his clothes.. It was a surprise to see the boy hadn't a scratch on him. The large blade had parried most, if not all, of the force with it's size and durability. He found himself amused at this, having thought he'd be scuffed up from the blast, if not the roll across the room! "Cool.. I-I'm fine!" Blurting this out, he stumbled to his feet. Smirking still, he would position his right hand into a gun-shaped pose, using his left to brace the wrist of said hand. He immediately proceeded to produce a mass of spiritual pressure.. At the tip of his pointed finger's nail, a rather large orb was produced. This packed blast was aimed three feet in front of the boy, shot off unexpectedly. The attack immediately broke upon impact with the floor, producing a bluish cloud of smoke.. The screen spread just far enough so that sight of him wasn't possible. Herieo used this advantage to retain the sword, knowing full well he couldn't hold the thing or pick it up as quickly as he'd like. It only took a total fifteen seconds to regain the weapon, Herieo huffing to himself as the blue smoke screen began to subside, blue foggy lacing now wisping about the mansion. "Hyahh!" Dynamically, the boy performed a wild charge, slow but steady in his descent towards the Bount.. Despite the size of the weapon held, he was able to gather a large mass of momentum.. Extra weight meant extra hitting force! "Take.. This!" The boy was finally fully visible again, both hands on the hilt of the great sword.. He held the thing with both hands, the bladed end almost dragging against the solid marble flooring of the mansion. He performed a slow, but powerful, swipe upwards from a close range. The smoke screen allowed him to get in range, standing only four feet away from the Bounto's last position. With the weapon's size and length, it could easily work at this range.. if not a farther one. he was careful though. If one examined his swinging position, they would come to notice he was using the blunt end as the dominant side in his attack.
(Remember. He's slow as molasses right now.. You can dodge these attacks, without Blitz, quite easily at this point. My hit/miss ratio is seven.. Yes, seven.)
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 2:01 pm
((Huh? Who's comin'? Why?))
Watching the two men fight with a bored gaze, Micah picked up a magazine and flicked through the pages. Glancing at the Gigai, she decided to start a conversation. "What's it like, being that Shinigami's Mod? It has to get annoying being partnered with someone so green." Her Doll had returned to his hidden form, as to not intimidate anyone who happened to walk in. The girl's tone would suggest that she was utterly bored, even with a fight going on nearby.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 2:11 pm
"Hm..? He's not green.. In fact, I'd say the kid's Blue and White." Speaking sarcastically, the mod soul begin to shuffle, pivoting on his butt to face the girl. "Your right about the annoying part though.. The kids all over the place. He knows nothing about anything, yet he still manages to be so loud and trusting. Makes me think he's a fricken retard.." Scoffing, Pokken folded his arms and slouched his eyes half-way down. he seemed annoyed, or at least just as bored as she was. "You got a name..? Mine's Pokken." The mod soul was also attempting to make light conversation. This little training session had just began, even though the pair had been here for a good hour and a half at this point. he was slightly interested in the bout', but wouldn't deny any claims of utter boredom.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 2:26 pm
"Micah, and this," She held up the intricate bracelet on her left wrist. "Is Zarri." Throwing the magazine on the table in front of her, Micah shifted in the recliner so that her head was hanging off the front of the chair and her feet the back. It was her usual position when she was bored or trying to irritate Ky whenever he was around. "Tell me, how old is Whats-his-Name? Can't be that old, seeing as he don't act like he has any experience." Her blond and hot pink hair was out of her eyes and her bright, almost flurescent green eyes looked at Pokken with the utmost curiousity.
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