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 Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 1:44 pm
Zane was still asleep when his cat was destroyed,which really wasn't a problem seeing how it was just made from blood, and it would just be back inside of Zane waiting to be called out, but until then it would work on healing Zane's fractured vertebrae which would leave them both very tired for the next hour or so.
Snapping awake Zane opened up a gargantua behind him as he fell backwards flipping Bull the bird as a last act of defiance before leaving.
[exits to go heal, and then sleep for a long time]
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 3:03 pm
Bull sighed. His reiatsu around his shoulders and arms flickered before going out. Turning to Jan, Bull smiled. "Not bad... But it could have been better." He began to laugh. Bull set himself upon the floor and steadied his breathing. His peaceful state of mind opened his spirit, allowing his reiatsu to regenerate at a high rate. "How many more do you think there are?" He asked the vizard and his fellow captain.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 7:21 pm
"We kill that mother F*#&er." Maxi shouts pointing at the guy who had interrupted his well placed shot into the gate, and then had just stood around. He made a pointing gesture with his left hand as he drew his katana with his right, then settled into a open stance, letting the wind press against his blade to give him a directional bearing. To the south, slight breeze, Fire.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 9:12 pm
Jan sheathed his two swords and put his face into his right palm for a moment as Bullene spoke to him. "Well, I should have seen that coming... Of course he ran away. If I'd gotten serious from the start, maybe we could have gotten him..."
As to how many might be left... Well, if that one's Espada, he can't have been high up. And the 5th Espada passed through, so I'd imagine we already got their attention." Jan was not accounting for non-Espada ranked Arrancar, mostly because he saw them as a waste of his time, but he knew in the back of his mind that the other Shinigami would have to deal with them.
Releasing the hold of his dual electromagnetic Field and letting the energy disperse, Jan stood by while Maxi drew his Zanpakuto and aimed it at the Shinigami that had tried to interrupt before. "Well, do what you want... Shinigami politics aren't my jurisdiction anymore."
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 11:28 pm
((No point going since there's nothing TO fight.
So for now, we'll follow you guys. Maybe we'll get lucky and take on a non-Espadic Arrancar...))
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 10:30 am
((Suppose all of us together could hold off a non-espada, so yeah lets go with that and just sit back like garden gnomes for the time being....))
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 11:35 am
((Did you not understand what I said before? I told you to go find an Invasion thread in one of the squads. Now go!))
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 1:03 pm
Feeling his entire world melt away and a brief sensation of vertigo and limbo combined, Charles crosses the dimensional barrier. Leaving behind the static and exodus of Earth, he walks into the world of which he was meant to find from the beginning. Many are here as well, apparently this is the main hub for shimigami leaving the wreckage of the living world behind. It appears almost as if he is as unnoticed here as he was in the previous world, and to be honest that is preferred. A nameless person, faceless in the crowd.
Still, the calling brought him here. A need to find that pull brought him to a hub of shimigami, and Charles is beginning to wonder if it was his sword. Could it be missing him? Could it be needing him? Marco . . . With a stern look, Charles begins to move through the crowd and search for a way to find him. Logic dictates that if few would care to realize his presence, asking for help would likely be useless. No, he needs to hone in on the target or some way to search.
Soon, he sees a perfect person. When Charles was stolen from the woods, there were two that witnessed his abduction. One was Marco, whom drugged him and now should have his blade. The second was a far more powerful person, the one Marco claimed was his captain. "Maxi" if memory serves, and the one that put a complex seal upon the feral Arrancar. Left out in the open, he seems focused on something or someone. For Charles, this is immaterial. The pull directs him to go farther.
Winding his way through the crowd, he alone seems brave enough to approach the captain. Donning his visor as he approaches, he stops ten feet away from Maxi, outside of quick attack range. His voice is calm, stance neutral, both in direct defiance to his mood at this one- a burning anger in his heart only held in check by two facts. Maxi is needed to find Marco, and Maxi has both the power and authority to strike Charles down without hesitation.
"Captain."
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 10:48 am
Lowering his left hand, Maxi smirked as Charles move out of the crowd behind him and address him. Slightly amazed to see Charles after what he saw earlier he shakes his head and turns away from the annoyance to address the man he had found out to be him member. "It took me awhile to find out you were in my squad but I'm glad to see your alive." A warm smile shows across his face.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 1:15 pm
Charles holds still, remaining in his neutral stance. It is entirely possible that Maxi did not know he was a member of squad 12 at the time he was abducted. The righteous indignation that he feels seems to ebb just a little. Maxi is likely the one that placed the advanced kido on one of the Arrancar, and also apparently happy to see him again. Slowly, Charles removes his visor and places it in one of the pockets on his bandoleer. Offering a bow, he keeps his voice neutral and respectful despite his simmering anger.
"Charles Takena, reporting for duty sir." Rising from his bow, Charles looks around without moving his head, taking in the scene. Still there are far too many shimigami to truly isolate any of them. None of the ones here are familiar beyond the man before him, and a single hand idly rests on his empty sheath, the drive coming back to his mind as he dares to be a bit forward.
"Do you know where I can find deMarco? He has . . . something of mine."
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 4:26 am
"You do look a bit naked without it," A full smile on Maxi's face as he started slowly towards Charles. "Its good to have you in my squad,and I'm glad to see you made it back with all your limbs. Well scratch that, one made it back before you, I did have to look closely at it to see the interesting etching but a fascinatingly simple blade. No offense meant by that, just interesting to see a normal looking zanpaktou up close."
As he had spoken, Maxi had come to a stop one and a half feet away from Charles and had started rummaging threw his leather jacket, before twisting to an almost impossible angle and pulling a cloth wrapped item from the back of his jacket. With a slight smirk still on his lips, Maxi held the wrapped item by its slightly thinner end and presented it to Charles. "Let me know if you want a charm attached to its handle, might help with the 'voices'." His smile took a look of slight satisfaction but seemed to be sincere in intent.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 9:41 am
Charles does his best not to narrow his eyes. The first few comments from Maxi seem ambigious, perhaps condescending about his limbs, and then the comments about the simplicity of his sword. Then the impact hits him- Maxi has the blade, not deMarco! Digesting that thought, Charles does not react to them growing so much closer. Pulling an almost impossible item from a small space, the Captain offers him something. At that moment, a pulse in his heart and mind nearly makes Charles jump.
He reaches out to the item Maxi offers, and barely breathes as the cloth falls away revealing a familiar handle. Taking it into his hands, a soft purr is felt in his mind, satisfaction and peace. His hands almost lovingly caress the handle as he takes a firm grip and slowly pulls it away, leaving the cloth in Maxi's grip. Despite not wanting to, he closes his eyes for a second, feeling the longing ebb away and finally settling down.
Hearing a comment about an addition of a charm, Charles looks up and smiles for the first time since his flight. "Voices? I have heard none of those . . . Besides, this is a part of me. Why should I censor a portion of myself?" In his mind, the familiar questions begin to whirl about the nature of zanpaktou- Arrancar, Shimigami, and Vaizard . . .
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 6:24 pm
Bull stood, having finally recharged his reiatsu to the brim. "I think I will go back to my office now..." He said. "Maxi, I'll catch you later. I'll get out the whiskey!" Bull turned to Jan. "Thank you, my friend." He gave him a bow. "Do what you want for now, but I would advise you leave before the remainder of Soul Society arrives." He said before disappearing into the morning light.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 2:59 am
As soon as Charles had taken his blade back, Maxi had turned back around and was a few steps away before he heard his question, "Oh sorry, I meant it in a way to clean up the sounds or noises coming out into something close to what it shall eventually sound like, though I don't offer a money back guarantee." His pace slows then stops as he looks over his shoulder at Charles, a slight smirk on his face. "Not going to force you to though, I just need someone to test this out on and I like how your sword looks. Hit me up in my lab with your decision, and make sure you take some time to figure it out." Saying that he raises his left arm and waves for Charles to fall in behind him as they head to the entrance to the new labs.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 8:08 pm
Furrowing his brow in confusion, Charles finds his feet following what his brain doesn't bother to think about. In his hands, he takes up the scabbard, and begins to sheath his blade in it's home, but he pauses on the way, blade half in. A remnant of his comalike dream comes to him as he stares at the light reflecting on the blade. In his dream, there was the sound of chains despite never finding the source. And here on his blade, etched into each side is the faint dull grey of a chain motief.
The moment he makes the connection, Charles feels an almost immediate reaction. You were the one calling out to me- you called me with these chains? A wave of gratitude, or something similar washes over his mind. Walking in step behind Maxi, Charles gently places the sword in the scabbard and places it at his hip where it belongs. Feeling 'whole' again, he finally responds to the offer.
"Do you really think your charm will refine the voice of a zanpaktou?" His question is not meant to be insulting, but an honest curiosity. Again, his own theories come into play. Soul resonance might be furthered by discovering how to refine the zan's spirit- by focusing a part of the soul.
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