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 Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 3:02 pm
[post 1]
Akira was to far gone to give much of a proper reaction to Melohim's conviction, but he could blurt out a sound that signified his distaste for his reply to Akira's words. He's so not fun, well I wonder how much trouble trouble you can get into for cutting off the head of your superior officer...Hmmm don't know until you try.
From with in Akiras conscious his blades spirit whispered to him, He held a grin of his his long white beard, as the shadow of the titan Chronos loomed over Akira.
That's it boy, you've been far too reserved for what you hold in your hand, just trust your arm forward a little and let the rest fall upon me boy...Follow Trough!
Akiras limp body gained some form as soon as Melohim had reached the part about him being a brat. By the end Akira's hand began to quiver with anticipation. With in less time to bat an eye lash Akira trusted his blade forward and then swung his arm back in an attempt to first skewer Melohim's neck and then cleave his head clean off. Akira quickly followed by falling on to his right knee. His blade began to glow a bright purple as a raging purple reiatsu enveloped his entire being, at the same token his blade replied by doing the same. Akira pulled his bottle of Vodka to his lips and chugged it one last time, in that instance it was tossed to the side.
" I think I like your trash talk Melohim, your words gets use excited, right Chronos." While saying this Akira's body tingled from is buzz, it wasn't a numbing sensation, yet an alarming aura of power and inebriation. Akira eyes gave off a purple flare as he scowered the hall way with his eyes, to better asses his surrounding, and to watch for any sudden movements on Melohim's part.
"If you want to leap frog-y, then JUMP GOD DAMN IT!!!"
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 12:09 am
(post 2) Melohim had been watching Akira the entire time he had been talking, and so when Akira thrust forward, Melohim shunpoed out of the way. Fortunately the hallway looped around, so when he moved back, he was able to loop around to get behind Akira, just as he finished his sentence. Without making any noise, Melohim pointed at the back of Akira's head, and let fly a small bolt of electricity, directly at nerve center at the top of the spine. He did this, so that Akira would become temporarily paralyzed, and could then be dragged off to the training grounds to have some sense beaten into him. He say I'm lousy at tactics? He attempted a simple stab on someone he knew had shunpo. He sighed internally as he thought that. This is gonna be a long day.
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 10:38 pm
[post 3]
Akira caught was stable enough to know Melohim's obvious use of the shunpo, but Akira took into account the simple flaws in the use of shunpo. dispite the fact that the shunpo is a simple focus of a layer of reiatsu around ones feet being used to push your self from one place to another. Point one you don't void space, and you don't completely escape you own physical limits. Akira's kneeling position wasn't only for some emotional craze it worked as a easy way to respond to most attacks. Akira's only hole would have been the need to spot the attack, yet he was able to see every last move Melohim had made in almost slow motion, this ability has been with him even as he died on earth.
Akira's reaction time was slowed due to the alcohol consumption, so naturally he wasn't on his regular A-game. Yet the alcohol provided another hand that Akira had been afraid of until now. His fighting style which freely fused fencing, Chinese wave sword, mui tai, and drunken kenpo was best aided in it's fluidity by his unhinged persona.
Akira wasn't to sure what he was going to do to react to Melohim's little love tap to his head, but he found him self easily dropping his body to the ground, bracing himself on his knee.
His free leg went to work was he used his leg under his torso as a spring board to send a flying kick up at Melohim's hand.
In the same motion he rolled away from the third-seat and to watch his reaction. He wasn't readily looking for a rise out of him, he more or less wanted to see if he was still in the spot he was in before (himself that is).
Akira's glance at his former position was for less than a second as he continued by running at Melohim low to the ground, much like a ninja. His blade dragged behind as he swung for Melohim's right arm. even if Akira wasn't moving as fast as Melohim he did see him and was reacting more fluidly than normal.
One of Akira attacks consisted of multiple strikes, with his blade trying to course it way in a zig-zag pattern across any given part of his opponets body.
Akira's move from low suddenly became high when he ran up the enclosed walls to find his feet planted in one of the higher corners of the hall. he then lunged himself in a curled ball at Melohim's location again, and then stopped half way by releasing himself from the ball. His now loose feet quickly meet with the ground, finding himself standing his position on his toes, jutting one of his legs back holding his blade behind him as he looked over Melohim.
The only sound he made during all this was simple, "*hic-cup*!!" trough out the whole display.
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 10:47 pm
Melohim sighed out loud as Akira dodged his attack, and started off on his own. His kistune reflexes were fast enough for him to get out of the way of Akira's kick. Rather than trying to block what ever sword strikes were coming his way, as Akira began to move back toward Melohim, he simply sent a sheet of lightning down the hall, covering every inch of space, from wall to wall, and floor to ceiling. Akira would have to back away, or he would be paralyzed by the sheet.
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 11:15 pm
[post 5]
Akira was stubborn and didn't try to move out of the way of the on coming attack. He simply grabbed some of the linen curtains by the window and stepped onto it and then jabbed the tip of his blade into the ground to ground himself. Akira once again took to attacking Melohim after his simple but affective use of electrical science. By using using the curtain that was waded as a simple way to cut the power back into the ground fluently trough him and his blade. Akira once saw this done with a carpet and an electric fence, and thought of adapting that to his curent "problem".
Akira Then smiled as he used shunpo to head but Melohim, while also trying to cut him in half with his tense blade. Akira rarely used shunpo, but it was one of his tricks he left for a sudden jolt to most systems. He'd been known to shock a captain or two at time's, and they all would smirk with delight at his prowess with the move. To say the least Akira was skilled with the move by now.
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 11:47 pm
Melohim was slightly shocked at Akira's use of the curtains, but did not stop to give it thought, as he saw Akira use shunpo. Given his previous direction of travel, Melohim figured there was only one way he was going. Rather than trying to use another attack, Melohim switched gears and used a defensive move. "Bakudo #39 Enkosen." Melohim spoke the words under his breath, so that even he could barely hear them. Akira would find himself headbutting a shield of energy, that was nearly as wide as the hallway, and covered Melohim from thigh to neck.
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 12:41 pm
Akira's drunken state was more of a dumb luck added advantage. Since the beginning of the match his moves had been excessively of beat and awkward and that didn't fall short of his head-but. Akira's head barely cleared the shield in front of his head, Akira's hair brushed pass the shield and found him self now upside down mid air, still moving for Melohim. With the slash to Melohim's body he had originally planned to cut him in half with, Akira used it to push himself away from Melohim.
When he landed he was on his back by the opposite wall of Melohim.
Akira was happy to see that Melohim was able to do this well at holding him off. It was rare that Akira didn't lay a blow or two on almost all his foes. Still his head began to ache a bit from landing on the floor in such an odd position. He quickly rolled over and gave Melohim a grin, and he began to clap.
"Calm well prepared and capable of standing your ground. I must say you're not half bad third-seat. Still I'm sure you can't keep up all this reiatsu use forever. In comparison you've expended far more than me... Question, you seem to not be asking yourself is, if I can out run him?"
Pushing himself to his feet by using the wall behind him Akira laughed as he walked down the hall and sought to head for the training grounds.
"You pass rook third-seat put down your shield we'll rap it up in the training grounds, you've earned that, and only that out of me..."
Akira ragged his sword behind him as his hunched over body slumped it's way to the training grounds.
"...Lets see you pass with honors,hehehe."
[Exit's to training ground]
((That was a good warm up man. Now it's time to get a bit of fun out of the way.))
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 10:16 pm
Melohim sighed as Akria ran off, and disappeared, using shunpo to get to the training grounds first.
(exit)
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 7:54 pm
"Its been what.... Three years since I last been here? And look at this mess." She said softly, waving off to her as she went to further investigate the damage. They've only been around for a few minutes and all they could see was destruction and rubble. As she separated from her sister, she proceeded to go to her squad to see what has happened.
"Again...no one is around besides the few hollow."She said, firing her reiatsu once, eradicating the hollow trying to attack her. She was in her attack mode form of bankai. The blood red and bright pink color of her outfit may have been easy to spot but it mimicked the natural color warning of the animal world, warning to her enemies that she was something to not be trifled with.
She pulled her helmet back, and the visor with it and stepped inside. Her boots clicked against the wooden floor as she searched the rest of the main compound.
"Nothing... absolutely nothing. Did they retreat? Or did they...no, that impossible."
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 1:27 pm
As Eme walked around the room, her boots clinking against the floor, a slight blip in the reiatsu level spiked, though it was a distance away. Maybe just a normal hollow going around the area. After all, the reiatsu she had used to kill the hollow might have brought others. However, that wasn't the case. The reiatsu that had been let off was not that of a hollow. It was only slightly similar to the shinigami reiatsu. No, it was something else. A mix of two kinds of reiatsu. But what? What would be out in the middle of a squad for no reason? The shinigami had left, and the hollows remained. Had someone stayed?
It was someone, alright.
Though who, was maybe known to Eme. After all, he had been her first teacher. The time was long ago, and maybe she had forgotten. It was worth a shot, though.
A figure suddenly appeared in front of Eme, cloaked in both crimson and black. A crimson cloak was draped over him, the hood covering his face, casting a shadow over anything that could say who it was. His coat went down to the top of his abdomen, being held together by three small leather belts. The back of it, however, went down to his feet, tattered at the edges. He wore all black underneath; black shirt, black pants, and black shoes. Though, strips of crimson were tied in with the black, the shirt having a large crimson edge, and the pants having two crimson belts, both on his left left, holding the sheathed blade to his side. The blade seemed like a rapier from the guard and hilt, but as the blade appeared, it was the size of a broadsword, getting thinner as the blade went along. Double sided, the blade had the speed and precision of a rapier, with the power of a broadsword. While Eme was in her bankai, the figure seemed unphased.
A sigh could be heard under the mask. "Your clueless, aren't you? You don't know they retreated. Batted away by Aizen all the way to earth. A little annoying, but, what can ya do." The voice was slightly deep, but held a slight lighter tone to it, light they were trying to make light of a bad situation. It was a voice Eme would either realize right away, or not know at all. Like the reiatsu, it was someone she knew, yet had never met in her life. It was up to time to tell how she reacted to him.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 12:38 am
As the figure appeared suddenly, Eme quickly changed modes. Her suit taking a calmer and serene blue that was reminiscent of her shikai. Instead of balling her fists as she did beforehand she opened her hands, assuming a defensive stance. Her aura glowed dimly in the most beautiful shade of blue and teal.
"I'm definitely clueless as to what is going on here, but a better question is what's wrong with you... Asuma? Your reiatsu isn't exactly how I remembered it. Its tainted; no longer pure with shinigami reiatsu. Its not a vizard's or a hollow, I know that for sure because you don't feel like how it does for sister..." Her reiatsu flared for a brief moment, the pressure was astounding and further grounded the rubble into smaller fragments. Her reiatsu lingered around her hands like smoke.
"Right now, no one is around and only you and hollow remain. Explain yourself or I'll have to assume this is your doing. I know about what you've done before. I don't want to fight you either. Why cover yourself too? You know its me." She said as the last of her suit and helmet/visor finished changing colors. She moved the visor up a little, letting it rest over her forehead. Eme definitely changed quite a lot over the years, her demeanor seemed to be more cold-hearted-- likely due to her sister's influence. She was a little taller, and seemed more feminine. Her suit was still skin tight and only showed off her figure more, also being accented by the muscles she had developed as well. In terms of shape she was a lot smaller than her sister but it didn't matter to her, Her hair was still long but it was tied into a similar fashion as her sister-- a tight braid.
"Asuma, I need answers. Please... I really don't want to have to hurt you for it."
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 4:23 am
"Kyeeh. All you had to do was ask. And here I thought you might not remember...well...we'll see." Sighing underneath the hood, Hogosha took the cloak off, revealing why he had it on in the first place. It wasn't Asuma under the hood. No. This man had short, spiky white hair, and a more...pointed face, one that looked like he was always thinking of something. The blood red eyes he had no longer were filled with bloodlust and rage, only calm. "This is why I covered myself. A stranger with your old teacher's reiatsu won't really answer anything, will it. Well then, I'll give you my story first, before you ask what happened. Asuma almost died, so his Zaigou spirit fused with him, saving his life, but in turn dying himself. From the combination of both, I was 'born'. A half Zaigou half Shinigami hybrid."
"Now, the reason why all this...happened, is...well, a whole lot easier to explain. Aizen decided to grow some balls and attack, first, though, he...." trailing off, Hogosha didn't really know how to tell Eme. Frankly, he didn't know how to tell any shinigami this. "...he killed Daven, first. Then attacked." Taking on a much more somber tone, Hogosha resumed. "We were overrun. The captains started to get their squads through the gates, taking residence in both Ryan's House on earth, and Evil's Forest in another part of the world. Thee we started to set up base. We still are, really. Though, we're getting stronger by the day. I won't lie to you though. We lost some really powerful people in the attack. And our forces are still recovering." Sighing again, Hogosha shook his head.
"And that's all that's happened. I couldn't tell you what happened here from then, because this place is supposed to be overrun by Hollow. The only reason I came was to look for any survivors, as well as take back my squad. He can't hold all thirteen forever." His hands balling into fists, Hogosha spat as he remembered that day. Daven's fur falling from the sky, and then the rip opening in the middle of the Gotei. It was...unexpected to say the least. Unclenching them though, Hogosha looked over at Eme. "And by the way...you should know by now that all you have to do is ask me. Trying to hurt me will only get you killed." Rubbing his temple, Hogosha grinned, giving Eme a slight playful look. "And I can guess what you've done for the past three years."
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 9:31 am
"...well...umm... I don't even know what to say. Saying 'a lot of things has happened' would of just been putting it lightly." She turned to her side, surveying her captains office once more before collecting her thoughts.
"If you could... take me exactly where my captain's camp is located. I would appreciate it, Asuma-sensei. We're gonna have to fix this problem that Aizen has set up upon us." She dissolved her stance, her reiatsu calming down. She then reverts back to pre-shikai state, the cloth and visor of the suit almost being swallowed by her gloves. She had a pair of goggles worn to hold back her long bangs. Her jacket was unique almost as if it was specially made for her. It was tight, but seemed to stretch out to her frame. She wore some old black jeans that covered up her blue and white stockings leading down to nice comfortable tennis shoes. She looked like an actual human girl... other than her purple eyes and over-powered gloves.
"My apoligies for being prone to violence, Asuma-sensei. Living with her for the past few years has made me a little jumpy to say the least. But please, lets get out of here. The hollow are bound to notice us and gather sooner or later." She said, proceeding to walk out the office.
"Feiy already left to god knows where,so I'll have to depend on you to get us out of here. Think you can manage, Sensei?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 1:00 pm
As soon as the shinigami woman stopped talking, a very large spiritual pressure ran through the area, seeming to come from everywhere around them. They would both feel the large pressure become harder, as a lone reiatsu sorce popped up in the area. As the source drew closer, a loud scraping sound could be heard, as the person the reiatsu source came from was also making the sound. His jet black katana was slicing into the walls of the office, as he drew closer to the two shinigami in the Office. His one eye, his left eye, underneath his mask fragment-a half part of the face of a skull-glowed a bright yellow. This was no Vizard, but an espada, from the looks of it. The man's pressure sure said it. As the Espada came closer to the room, the noise grew softer, as he slowly-very slowly-drew his blade from the wall. As he came to the room the two shinigami were in, the blade only left behind a very thin slice through the wall.
The door was slowly opened, as the Espada stood at the door. His right eye was covered by a black cloth-a eye patch-and his head had a white cap that covered most of his short blue hair. His one yellow eye stared at the two shinigami, the one man in particular. He held a kind of aura...something different than the other. It wasn't a hollow's reiatsu, nor was it a shinigami's. Oh, this was truly a catch. Maybe he would get what he truly wanted if he consumed these two shinigami in front of him. Yes...his rank, the number seven, was his and his alone. when that blasted other took it, all e could think about was getting it back. Though, he would never show his feelings of hate and loathing to these shinigami. No. All they would see, was his blade.
Speaking of the black katana, it was in the Privaron's left hand, the circle handguard shining in the dim light. Staring forward, the Privaron again looked at the two in front of him. "And what...do we have here. Two shinigami, alone and ready for the picking. Allow me to intriduce myself, before I devour you." Bowing slightly, he would show the best manners to his prey. They were, after all, getting him closer to his goal. "Ryo Renshi, number one oh seven." As he finished his sentence, Ryo swiftly disappeared, appearing in front of the girl first. She appeared the weaker of the two, after all. It was only natural for him to attack her first. He would save the stronger one for later. "You first, miss." His blade was already on way to her throat. Instant kill was his way.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 1:17 pm
"You can see for yourself how I manage."
Hogosha was in front of the blade before it could even get close to Eme. The large rapier, since it was so broad, completely blocked the stab, holding it in the middle of the sword. While the pressure from the privaron might seem large...it was nothing compared to what he had seen before. Hogosha let loose his own reiatsu, as the dark purple and black reiatsu flared around him, knocking the blade of the privaron back, and most likely the privaron himself. "Eme, stay out of this. I'll take this one." Quickly crouching low, Hogosha sheathed his blade.
In the next second, he was gone. Hogosha had executed a very quick shunpo as he crouched, quickly pulling the blade free from the sheath as he shunpo'd. "Ni Ka Kairi((Two Part Separation))" The silver blade flashed through the air, aiming itself at the Privaron's middle, aiming to cut him right in half. It seemed that in every battle he had ever been in, this was always the move that started it off. Well, it seemed to work when he used it, anyway. Though, remembering the espada's number, and seeing that it survived this long, told him different. Though, would the privaron be as strong as his number said?
He had lost his rank to the current number seven, the same one he had fought long ago. While the espada was known for his endurance, that didn't mean he had power. For this one to be beaten by him...it wouldn't be hard. Grinning, Hogosha let his Zaigou reiatsu flare into the blade, tainting the edges of it black. Not only would the reiatsu slice at the privaron, but also hurt him further. It wasn't made to combat the hollow he faced for nothing, after all.
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