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Yokai Yakuza
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PostPosted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 10:50 pm


Archlord Ayperos



Can I be the head espada?
PostPosted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 3:45 am


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Can I be the head espada?

If you want.

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PostPosted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 6:49 am


Archlord Ayperos
Yokai Yakuza
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Can I be the head espada?

If you want.


Sweet!!
PostPosted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 8:25 am


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RPC Sample: A few lines of a story I'm writing, a one-sided love story
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RPC: Haven't created one yet, will post one soon


Kazuhiko kept his head down and walked over to the chair that Yumi gestured at, he sat down slowly, folding his hands in his lap. Then he looked up, his bright violet eyes looking deeply into the hazel eyes of the man in front of him. The man he was supposed to call teacher, the one he knew would reject him after this night. He had already set things up to leave Konoha after this night, since he knew everything would go wrong and it would leave Kazu in a very awkward situation while Yumi would go about his business with far more advanced matters, as if this night never happened. This moment would be pushed aside, deemed unimportant and forgotten about. If Yumi were to get mad, Kazu would rather pretend it never happened. He would leave the village, never to return here and just.. Deem some other Kage as his leader, keeping a far distance between him and Yumi as possible. He took in a deep breath, then released it, it was a bit shaky and uneven. He then shifted his gaze to the sake bottle in his hand, then he rose his right hand and swallowed a mouthful of the hard alcohol, it having no affect on him, though he wished it did. It would be so much easier to get drunk and spill everything than have to worry about what would happen after everything was smashed to bits. He sighed softly, then looked at Yumi's hands, the male inside of him punching against his soul, telling him to man up and say something. "It's not that Yumi.. It's just very complicated.." A lot has happened since Yumi was gone, Kazu had matured and rather.. Allowed himself to be smashed upon, his heart trampled. He was utterly confused and then.. Yumi walked right back into his life. He loosened the button on his short, revealing a very dark purple bruise on his neck. He'd forgotten it was there, but his pale skin made the bruise stand out. It was noticeable that Kazu was strangled by someone, but it didn't look like Kazu put up a struggle in the process. He didn't comment on it, only remained silent for a few moments more, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. He took another swallow of sake, resting it in his lap, still keeping his eyes closed, long lashes ran against his smooth, warm skin above his cheekbones. "I do not think of you as a teacher, ever since that time in the Hokage's office when you smiled at me in greeting, even though the first time we met.. I was arguing with a Sannin. Then the time in the hot springs.. Everything changed from then on" He stated, opening his eyes and looking at the ceiling above him, trying to remain calm, but the trembling of his hands showed that he was indeed nervous. "I love you.. Yumi." He said clearly, his voice not faltering once, his head moved to face Yumi, his purple eyes looking straight into the hazel eyes of the man in question, the center of his affection. He realized that he didn't love the one who beat him up, he was only searching to mature faster, that's what the other person gave to him and cleared up all the confusion with his hands wrapped angrily around Kazu's neck, choking the life out of him. Kazu started talking and he couldn't stop now, everything seemed to pour out of his mouth and he didn't know how to stop.."Not as a Sensei, not as a high-up.. But as a man. I know you aren't into men, I know you think of me as an immature child and a student, but.. If you could look past all that and at least recognize my feelings, I'll be fine. I know you won't be able to return them because you do not feel the same and that is fine too, but if you realize that everything I'm saying is truth, then after this night.. The pain will hurt less. I may be young and we might not have spent much time together, but the only reason I stayed in this village during your absence was because I wanted this moment, this now, to speak with you on this matter. My feelings and emotions are troublesome, I know, they're stressing you out right now, bit I'm sorry. I can't help how I feel." He slowly stood up, his face serious, yet his eyes showed a passion that had been released after holding it back for so long. "I'm Kazuhiko Heiland and I love Yumi Uchiha. I'm a Chuunin who loves a Sannin. Regardless of our difference in importance, I want to show you that the difference can be made up. The difference in age, in power, in experience.. Everything. All of that doesn't matter to me.. I can show you that regardless of the past, I can be the one to show you love, protect you and your being. I can be the one you have been looking for.." Tears streamed down his face, pain, sorrow, and love all laced into one giant emotion, but his voice was soft to him. He didn't revel in his emotion and get loud, no, his voice got softer, trying to show the man in front of him everything without getting above and beyond. "I'm not a woman and neither are you, I know that. But.. Gender doesn't matter to me at this point in time. I just want to show you that my love is true. Either you can accept it or not.. I just want to know that much. My heart is out here in the open, will you try to return it.. Or won't you?" His face held seriousness, even though tears were streaming down his face, he didn't show it physically. His own notion that he was standing there, exposing his heart to Yumi, were his eyes. He stood directly in front of Yumi, only a few half inches away from the guy. His violet eyes held the gaze of Yumi, wanting to see every expression leading up to the answer. If he was going to get ripped apart physically or emotionally, he wanted to see it leading up to that point. Then he could thank Yumi.. Then leave the village, and Yumi's life, for good.



Yumi watched Kazuhiko curiously, and now rather intently. Kazu was acting so odd. So reserved, as if he has been holding back some secret for so long that it was wearing out his physical being. What could possibly be weighing on his shoulders at such an extreme, that his entire body composure would be affected? Specifically at such a young state in his life. Not only that, he was drinking like a sailor! This definitely worried and concerned Yumi, who of all people, would rather have strong tea, than a strong drink. It finally bothered him enough, that Yumi had to place his hand gently upon the top of the sake bottle, and halt it from rising up to Kazuhiko's lips to partake more. "This... is an unhealthy act, Kazuhiko-san. Binge drinking, does not bring away pain or sorrow... or whatever you are feeling. Being a depressant, it will only increase those feelings. Please... calm yourself. There is no need to be afraid." Yumi said softly, showing much concern for his student and the mental anguish he was going through.

But it didn't seem like he was going through just mental anguish. As Kazuhiko began to speak, he noticed him starting to undo the top few buttons of his shirt. A nervous reaction perhaps? His breathing was also becoming more irregular. His face had such a downcast, and those violet eyes held so much conflict and ... fear? Or was it sorrow? Yumi couldn't tell which emotion was portrayed, but whichever it was, it was leeching all that bright happiness that Yumi had saw when Kazuhiko was younger. Although even more concerning was the bruise that laid upon his throat region. From the looks of it, it was quite fresh. What could have, or who, could have caused this? More and more thoughts and questions lit up in Yumi's mind to escape from his lips, but something told him to keep quiet and listen. Maybe that is really what Kazuhiko needs more than anything, was for Yumi to listen. So pushing back every fiber of his being to question Kazu, he sat back, took a sip of his tea and listened.

Although what he heard when Kazu began to finally alleviate that which plagued him so, made Yumi's eyes up to look up at Kazuhiko in surprise. The first sentence, bothered Yumi, but not as much as the simple three towards that followed it. He couldn't blame, after being a lack of a good sensei, Kazu for not feeling Yumi as a sensei. He failed him in that department and regrets it terribly. But the next sentence... how it was stated and how Kazu looked at Yumi, showed those words meant much more than the "cutesy" love for a sensei. If the soft flush of Yumi's cheeks wasn't prominent due to the mysterious aura that was pulling attraction from his physiological standpoint, it definitely would be prominent due to the words that were spoken to him.

For a while, or what seemed like to Yumi, he was quiet. Listening and surprisingly to what most people would do in this situation, keeping eye contact. For him to deny it, despite it being a "little factor" in this situation, is what could help keep Kazu calm as possible within this... more than likely very stressful situation for him. To be honest... Yumi was surprised. At of all the benchmark years of his life, his adult years brings about the most admirers to him. To be honest, Yumi is surprised he has any at all. He's not Hokage. His fame is large but only in a limited sense. His days claiming being the Hokage's son are over. To be truthful, outside of being Clan Head, he doesn't see too much special in him, but it is comforting to hear that indeed there was something he was overlooking about himself due to his humbleness.

But the love that was expressed, could not be returned because of two things. Sure, Kazuhiko was a handsome young man for any woman or man. Good for any person he so chooses to fall into amour with for that matter. But Yumi... has never held sexual attraction or towards his own sex. That, and his heart was already given to someone else. It would not be right as a man, to love any person, either emotional or physical, without moving on and closing that chapter in his life; something, he didn't truly plan on doing until his affection for the woman, is truly denied.

After gathering his thoughts, Yumi would smile softly. Sorrowful, but with his skill in suppressing emotions, the smile would just be the reflection of his natural voice tone. Soft, warm, and kind. With a careful hand, should it be accepted, Yumi would attempt to brush away those tears that streamed from Kazu's eyes. Making a soft hushing sound before speaking, "I...cannot return your love... Kazuhiko-san. Outside of what was stated, it would be quite difficult for me to face my brother if I did become of a mate to you. You see, Kleine is my brother. When I saw him last, he was my little brother, though now I am quite under the impression that he has the ability to make himself fluctuate in age. With that said, I will not reject your love... but even in the hypothetical situation that I have attraction for my own sex, I would not be permitted to continue the infatuation with you due to us being family. It would make the uniting... odd." He said, making sure he worded that the uniting of family members was odd, not the uniting of the same-sex. After all, family affections of that manner should make any sexual-orientation a little squeamish.

Yumi would say more as to the reason why he couldn't return the complete love, such as his heart already given to Akane, but... with him already saying that because of their bonds as family being the main variable to halting the union, should Yumi have returned Kazu's heart, pushing any further Yumi felt would be just.... heartless.

He honestly didn't know where else to go with what he wanted to say after that. Would Kazuhiko respond? Would it be negative? Positive, giving the situation, would be difficult to expect so Yumi ruled out that variable early on. Which is why, Yumi watched Kazu very carefully for his reaction and prompted him to add, "I... would like to say that if you need anything... I will always be here Kazuhiko-san. I know I have failed you in many aspects but I can promise that I can help you... should you wish me to. Or... rather ever want me to."



Kazuhiko stood there silently, taking everything in. Yumi's eyes were sorrowful, yet all Kazu could see was coldness. He allowed the guy to speak, but rejected the hand that tried to touch his face. His hand pushed Yumi's hand away gently, then he took a step back and lowered his head once again as silence followed. He knew what was coming, felt like deja vu for some reason. His soul darkened as he rose his head, making eye contact with the man that would surely be the end of him. He listened, the darkness around him growing with remarkable speed. He held onto the bottle of sake and just stood there, listening to every word the man said. He understood people were tied to Kleine like leeches, he had many family members. He cursed the name he was born with once again, cursed it until his mind had said it enough to make it seem like some kind of unlawful sin that would probably kill him in the end. Kazu hated being so strong, hated making dreams and having them destroyed before his eyes. Hated feeling something and having it ripped apart piece by piece. Was this why he was born? Was this the world that his mother and father wanted him to live in, to try and prosper in? Was this why.. His sister tried to hard to make him talk to people? To make friends? Why did he bother talking to people in the first place? It's gotten him no where! Kazu hated family, hated it with a passion. Where the f*ck was his family when he needed them? No where, there were out doing their own thing. Not only that, but he couldn't even sense where his own parents were at this point in time. There was a long pause, it made Kazu break eye contact and make a smile that had no emotion behind it. Yet, the emotion was in his eyes. The darkest loneliness he ever had was deep within his eyes, like a dark hole buried to the core of the Earth and he was in the very center willingly. He gave up his existence to jump. He gave into his darkness. Gave into it for the first time in.. A very very long time. He swore that there was more to hope for, his mother told him when he was young that at the end of every dark tunnel, there was light. Yet, where was his light now? It vanished, nonexistent. "Heh.. F*ck you Kleine.." He mumbled to himself, remembering something that was funny to him. He hated that man, with a passion that was probably not natural for someone his age. He didn't want to be here anymore, he wanted to leave this village, this area, leave the sight of this man that was so gently trying to turn him down. Why wouldn't the guy just turn him down straight up? Instead of beating around the bush like he was? God..Damnit.. He reached up and touched his chest with his right hand, where his heart was. He commanded his head to lock everything up in the deepest chamber possible and to never show it's ugly f*cking face again, if he could live without a heart, oh.. He would, he would love to. He then commanded his mind to never think of anything to deal with sentimental feelings again, he didn't want to think of love or life or anything to do with it. One of the reasons he hated having emotions, though he never showed it, was because he wanted to forget Yumi. Forget his face, his eyes, his voice, forget the way the man was looking up at him with such a pitiful look, feeling bad for Kazu and having to reject him like this. His life.. Would be so much happier without these unnecessary feelings. His eyes that once held emotion seemed to ice over, the tears ceased, and his eyes went cold. After the last sentence Yumi spewed out and ended, Kazu held up the sake bottle to Yumi with a stoic face. "Cheers" He said, his voice bitterly cold. He downed the bottle, going from half full, to nothing but glass. He then pressed his right hand on the bottom of the bottle, then brought his left hand up and made an impact of force as he crushed and smashed the bottle to nothing but glass shards in his hands. His hands bled, but he just closed his fists and returned his hands to his sides, then opened them, the glass falling slowly to the ground. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, his whole life was going by at one millisecond at a time. Slower than he would've liked. Fine, at least he said something right? At least Yumi was half honest, that was the most he could expect out of a guy that felt nothing for Kaz. God.. Deja vu.. He hated it. Why was he so weak hearted? Kazu couldn't understand it at all, his eyes were closed and his head was down as he took a moment to pause, hearing his own blood dropping to the ground. Ya, he would probably regret the scars they would cause, but he felt no pain. He was numb with mental and emotional pain, so physical pain only reminded him that he was actually still alive. He took in a deep breath and looked up, releasing it. Kazu's pupils were slit, but that was the only thing that changed physically about him. Yumi was trying to say nice things to him now.. How.. F*cking.. Sweet of him, huh? No, he didn't need anything more from Yumi. If anything, Kazu looked at the guy in front of him in a new light. "Well.." He stepped away from Yumi a bit more, putting at least five inches in between them. He then realized that he couldn't leave the village just yet, he had unfinished business with another certain Sannin. He looked at Yumi and tilted his head, then his lips laced into a gentle smile. Yet, his mouth looked different. It seemed to be split at the sides of his lips, giving his lips a wider look. It was a false happiness, if not something that was forced upon him, making him feel like his insides were being torn out and ripped from his very body by the devil himself. It caused him mental pain, smiling like this, but he had to say something, didn't he? After all, the man in front of him pitied the love-struck Chuunin standing there five feet away, bleeding and mortified by his own emotions. Any sign of life besides a heart beating and him breathing was nonexistent, no light in his eyes or anything as Kazu took on a completely different appearance. He parted his lips, confirming that there was indeed something different about his mouth. "Nah, don't bother. I don't need anything more from you. I got my answer so.. There's really nothing more I need. I wish to resign from your squad, I do not believe that I can look upon you any longer" He looked away from Yumi, his black hair covering his eyes as he hypothetically shunned the man from his sight. He wasn't going to give Yumi a chance to speak, it was his turn. "I have unfinished business in this village, but believe me, what happened here, will not be repeated, nor will it affect my job as a Shinobi. I will respect you as an elder and nothing more, so I will keep the connection with you strictly business." He kept his eyes closed as his head turned and pointed in Yumi's general direction, he smiled once again. He showed his teeth, all of them were sharp, which was strange. Unshed tears streamed down the side of his face, but they weren't of sadness. They were just emotions and memories being cast aside from his body, unwanted and despised by ever fiber of his being. He wasn't smiling to reassure Yumi that he was going to be okay, because he wasn't, he was merely smiling in an attempt to save the last of his sanity. Yet, the smile he gave in Yumi's direction was very bright and held so much sadness, the last of his happiness being wrung out. "I hope you find happiness Captain, regardless of what just went down.. Just forget everything that happened, it's just f*cking stupid a** sh*t that is unnecessary and means nothing to anyone anyways, so.. It's best to just forget it happened, that won't be a problem for you.. Will it Captain?" He gave the guy a peace sign, with blood running down his hand and arm, onto the floor. Not the most graceful or attractive peace sign, but it was one nonetheless. "Thanks though, for making me recognize the difference between you and Kleine. Peace out." He chuckled softly walked towards the door he came in, opening it and leaving blood traces on the floor and doorknob as he walked out, shutting the door behind him. His footsteps echoing as he distanced himself and left the tavern.



Yumi could tell, the moment Kazuhiko moved and brushed away his hand, this wasn't going to end well. In fact, his heart dropped when Kazu gave him a smile that had about as much warmth as a February wind. In fact, his words and actions after processing what Yumi said showed it the most. Truly, Yumi wish he could help in this "situation" but... it wouldn't really happen as Kazu may have dreamed. What worse, it seemed Yumi's words didn't hold the comfort that he tried to let out... it seemed like he only made it worse, which indirectly made Yumi feel worse for making Kazu worse. Yumi took a looking back at his words to see if he probably should have worded something better or utilized a "softer" toned word, but simulations all seemed to hit the same result.

When Kazu left, Yumi let a deep and heavy sigh. He knew not what to do, and chasing after Kazu in this state may... not get a positive response. Taking a heavy swig of his tea that would complete the contents of the drink, Yumi would send a mental pray to any entity that would hear him out, to bring some sense of mental calm to Kazu before closing his eyes and placing his head back against the wall once more. "This day keeps getting better. Can't even save him in the end...." Reaching into his pocket and paying what he owed for the drink, Yumi took his leave from the Tavern and headed towards the village gates.

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PostPosted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 12:59 pm


Princess Sana-Chan

Because Division 1 Captain is the head captain we will not be having one, the head captain will be controlled by crew.
PostPosted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 2:15 pm


Archlord Ayperos
Princess Sana-Chan

Because Division 1 Captain is the head captain we will not be having one, the head captain will be controlled by crew.

How about 3?

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PostPosted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 4:34 pm


Princess Sana-Chan
Archlord Ayperos
Princess Sana-Chan

Because Division 1 Captain is the head captain we will not be having one, the head captain will be controlled by crew.

How about 3?

Since it's not being used I guess it is fine.
PostPosted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 5:27 pm


Adelle Nagato stood at the front entrance of Los Noches, long since rebuilt from the past damage. He could remember his time as a hollow well, since before he had removed his mask. He had always sought strength ever since he could remember. He had no memories of life as a normal soul, nor as a human. He didn't even remember his time as a low level hollow. Of course this was mostly because of his time as a gillian, his mind only reemerging after battling for control with the minds of all the others within this mass of hollows. But he continued to feed and grow stronger, becoming an adjuchas.

His form as an adjuchas was almost avian in nature. It held large black wings upon it's back, and its mask resembled a helmet of war. He had displayed his talent for hand to hand combat here, and his unique abilities had begun to develop. Through his abilities, he managed to defeat all who faced against him, taking down other hollows and absorbing them to grow stronger. In time, he reached the limits of the adjuchas class, becoming what he though was unrivaled in strength. It was then he encountered a Vasto Lorde.

They were few in number, so it was a truly rare chance that lead to their meeting. He challenged them, and fought with all his might, intent to take down this new opponent. In the end, he was defeated. He managed, thankfully, to escape before he could be killed and consumed. He swore to himself, that day, that he would get stronger. He sought after only the strongest adjuchas, and and defeated and absorbed them. Finally, he transformed into one of the strongest of all hollows, as Vasto Lorde.

He became almost angel-like in appearance, mostly human in form. With his new-found power, he sought after his former opponent. He hunted them down, taking nearly a year to do so, killing and absorbing any who got in his path. He faced them, and despite a hard-fought battle, he grew victorious, taking down the Vasto Lorde and growing stronger. Seeing as he had once found himself at the peak of strength, only to be proved wrong, he sought more power. He began to find more opponents to fight, to kill, and to take power from. A new idea had formed in his head as well. He wanted to gain power of a different sort, the power of an empire. He began to conquer, taking leadership of those he didn't kill. He grew to learn of a arrancars.

He found the means to do so, removing his mask. With it, he obtained a level of power he never imagined. He heard of and found himself within the espada, a zero set over his chest. He was the Cero espada, strongest among the arrancars. He would rule alongside them, over the whole of Hueco mundo. Back in the present, he stood before the doors in thought. he had everything, it seemed, complete, god-like power, unrivaled power, so he believed. But, was there not more to be had? That question ran through his mind again and again.

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PostPosted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 5:37 pm


RLRLR
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PostPosted: Wed Feb 27, 2013 9:01 am


Gaia Name: Princess Sana-Chan
Position Applying For: Akatsuki
Ring: Right Ring Finger
RP Example: Oh, if I must post another one.. I shall use another RP example that I have already posted, but this time it's from NUR. My creativity is.. Lacking today as well. I'm using my character from my one-sided love story, so I'll also use the person's response post after my Kazuhiko RPC, so you can have the full story. Enjoy~
Reason: I decided to have a second character, but this time in Naruto. I'm fully literate and knowledgeable in Naruto, I'm like.. 9 guilds all pertaining to Naruto.
RPC: Will post one soon


Kazuhiko entered the ship and arrived where everyone else was, his face looked stoic still as he stared at Kleine with lifeless eyes. His body sparkled with the pixie dust that he'd pulled out of his a** to get here, why he came here, he had no freaking clue. Staring at Kleine right now, he smelled of sex, gross, that smell was horrid. He ignored the other people in the area and just looked at his grandfather.."Ya know, you should stock up on some Viagra, since you're old and all. You might not get it up one day and you'll disappoint your partner" He stated in one breath, his natural alluring aura was spreading along the room, whether or not anyone was affected, he didn't care. "Or it'll get diseased and fall off, who knows" His voice was monotone and bored, but honestly, he was trying to make a joke. The humor was in his eyes, but not written on his face. He was lying of course and between him and Kleine, they were the only one's who could probably tell the Kazu was lying. He'd gotten older, he was now 15. He'd also developed some kind of alluring aura and was an awesome manipulative lying b*****d, plus, his hormones were raging, which made him turn into an angsty b*****d.



It seemed like his airship was chock full of random guests that he never knew could even get here. "Weren't you in leaf?" It must've been the damn unicorns again. They always farted pixie dust all over people whenever they wanted to see Kleine. Well, it didn't matter, really. Wasn't bad to see Kazuhiko or anything. Even though he could smell the sexual angst from a mile away and frankly it made him quite uncomfortable. "Believe me, Kleine and disappointment are oxymorons." the Heiland grinned. He never submitted to downgrades of his character, even if they were jokes. "And I don't age, little one. Who knows, maybe yours will be the one requiring constant convenience store maintenance?" As far as he knew, Kazuhiko wasn't... "immortal", like he was. In a way, he wasn't, entirely. He needed to constantly sacrifice the young and beautiful to the Death God. But Kleine wasn't perceiving this, because his real "eyes" weren't open. He just knew what he felt, and what he felt was a blur. His body felt a little light. It was strange enough, but for once he actually felt tired. Or something like that.

It was foreign to him, considering he never needed to sleep. He didn't want to say it, but he considered the possibility that he wanted to get away from Kazuhiko. For some reason. For some unknown terror. "Actually, I just got done with frolicking down ******** lane with Bliant. I think... I'm going to take a little break from the public. Bye-bye," he stood up, silently. The Prophet started to walk back down the stairs and into the hall. He leaned against the wall, and slowly slid down, his head resting above his knees. The man sighed. He didn't know what was up with his life right now, but it was definitely a constant, whirling chaotic force.


Kazuhiko pouted while the man slashed and assassinated his joke, what a sour puss. He didn't like to be taken as a joke or treated like a child, but he could see some kind of change in Kleine, was it because of his allure? He mentally grinned to himself and kind of let Kleine's words go in one ear and out the other, until he started talking about leaving. Nope. "Gotta problem with me, bro?" He stated coldly to the man, following him to stairs and into a hallway. He spotted his grandfather sliding to the floor and he walked up to the guy, standing over him and looking down at him with his bright violet eyes holding no light, he put his hands on his hips and tried to look tough. "Ya know, you can't exactly insist on avoiding me at every point you run into me. It's kinda rude. You skin my feelings alive, now you walk away from me. You could at least acknowledge that I'm a living, breathing person in front of you. I'm not some push over" He mumbled to the man below him, sitting on the floor. He looked stressed and tired, how troublesome. He may be 15 and have hormonal issues, but he wouldn't do anything Kleine wouldn't want him to do. He looked away from the guy, staring at the end of the hallway.."Don't freak out.. I won't do anything to you. I'm not that cold hearted. I may have loved you at one point in time, but love means letting that person go if they don't want you, so I did" Not that he was happy about it, not that he was over his feelings, but he would let Kleine go. He was more mature than a 15 year old should be, he understood things.




"Can't exactly?" He suddenly stood up. He tightly grabbed on Kazuhiko's left wrist, and pulled on it. It was not just a latching onto it, but a painful, suffocating grasp. "Who are you to tell me what I can or can't do, Kazuhiko?" The next second, two hands were tightly squeezing his neck; he was being choked. Kleine was always calm and understanding, but he had an extremely low tolerance for when things went out of his way. Whenever something was going the way he didn't want it to go, he flipped. The man never compromised, and that was why he spent his days only beside sycophants and low-rankers who couldn't contest anything he said. His will was supposed to be supreme, not questioned by a fifteen year old who wasn't even technically of that age. Not by a chuunin. Not by anyone.

"Did you know with the level of force I can exert into you, it would literally only take me less than a second to crack every bone on this little neck? Your morals and your expectations have no power over me. If I want to, I can refuse to acknowledge that you're living or breathing. Maybe to some people you're not a push-over, but I'm at the top of the food chain, Kazuhiko. I'm ******** god. All of the power is in my hands." His hands slipped away from the Kitsune. It became quite painfully obvious that the moment his will was questioned, dead bodies always followed. Kleine could change the way he looked, the way he talked, the way he made love to whoever was beneath him at night. But he could never change his nature. No one ever could.

His body turned, and he slowly started to walk away from the boy. He spoke just another set of words that wouldn't make the situation any better. "Next time I see Yamato, I'll tell him to beat you more. Obviously you don't seem to know just what your little human body, your rebellious teenage attitude and your stupid perception of reality are compared to me." He wasn't really sure if he really wanted to say and do all of that. Honestly, a month ago, he would've probably just boned Kazuhiko and got it over with. Ended all of the angst and the... everything else. But something about him disgusted him now. He didn't understand why. His body was trying to embrace some strange aspect of him but his mind had to rebel and fight that feeling with whatever it could imagine.


Kazuhiko just looked into the man's eyes through everything, he'd cut off all connection with his body and just embraced the pain he felt inside. Dying didn't scare him, nor did this man. He knew the man was stronger than him, could kill him, was the ultimate shinobi and man all around. But did that once ever scare Kazu? No. It only made him want to try harder at pleasing Kleine, was it impossible? Perhaps. It was only to be expected, he had to stand up to Kleine, no one would. It happened, but Kazu was the type of person not to falter from anything. He didn't care if he was childish, stupid, or some kind of knock off from the Heiland family because of what he did. He didn't ask to be who he was, he didn't ask to be born. He was forcefully drug here out of his own will, falling in love with his grandfather was probably the last thing he wanted to do. He never expected it, just like he didn't expect to get man handled violently by the person he loved. He accepted it, full heartedly. It was better than being ignored by him. "A.. G-G..od.. is..su..p..posed.. To pr..prot-tect p..peo..ple.." He mumbled between gasps of air, barely able to get all the words out straight. His face was a deep color of red as Kleine held onto it, but there was no pain behind the boys' words or face. If Kleine were to kill him, fine, but he refused to die without any input in the matter.

Life was a complicated aspect, he knew that. He knew Kleine could kill him if he so chose to, that was fine too. He'd rather die at the hands of someone he cared deeply for, that was a way to die, if anything. The moment Kleine's hands were removed from his neck, his own hands touched the bruised portion of his skin. He took deep shaky breaths, followed by heavy wheezing. Not once, did pain show on his face though. He didn't feel pain, never could since birth. Kazu just listened to the words the man said, then swallowed harshly. Unwillingly, tears ran down his face, the result of being deprived of oxygen for so long. He looked up to see Kleine walking away from him.."Kleine. C-Can I.. at least have a hug before you.. a-abandon me..? Who knows if this will be the.. l-last time I see you or you see me." That was childish and stupid of him, he knew that, but Kazuhiko wanted to try and leave on a good note. Who knows.. Kazu might turn up dead some day and this would be the last memory he would have of Kleine, to be honest, it was a very good last memory. He'd made Kleine mad. He sighed softly, then leaned his back against the wall, trying to recover his rhythm of breathing still. He didn't care about the bruises, about losing his breathe, about dying.. All he wanted to do was see Kleine happy, or at least say good bye or something. He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself and his aching heart that hadn't felt anything for a while now. All the pain he'd tried to hold back in his heart came pouring out in liquid form down his face now, how troublesome, he hated showing weakness.. It only told Kazu that he had a long way to go to even be acknowledged in Kleine's eyes as even a person. "Th..That was stupid of me to ask.. N..Nevermind.." He stated softly, not wanting to trouble the man any longer. He pushed himself off the wall and rested his left hand on the wall and began to walk slowly towards the stairs again, he didn't want anyone to see him like this, it was so.. Unmanly.



Kleine may have been doubting what he'd just done, but he never showed his doubt in times like this. He kept with the message he originally wanted to send. Kleine... was still cold, and cruel. "But why, when I already had such a loving hug with your neck?" He knew it wouldn't be the last time he'd see Kazuhiko. He could apologize later, or... whatever. Heiland's were never victims to coincidence. As long as the boy didn't go jump a bridge or something, Kleine knew he'd be fine. He didn't say anything, though, really. He took a quick glance at his palm, and sighed; trailed down the hallway into a randomly designated bathroom, and coughed into the wall. The Prophet didn't say anything or see anything, but in his mind he knew that the regret he felt now would multiply like maggots within a week. The Heiland family was so dysfunctional. Really.


Kazuhiko sniffed once when the man said something, then walked away and disappeared somewhere. Kazu looked back and saw Kleine walking into some room, he didn't know if he should follow or leave or something. All he knew was, his neck was throbbing, he couldn't stop crying, and he wanted to console Kleine. He bit down on his bottom lip and stopped walking, then turned around and walked to the room Kleine disappeared into, which just so happened to be a bathroom. He opened the door and shut it behind him, then just stood against it, looking at the man before him. Kazu didn't know if the man was sick or something, because he didn't look very good at this moment. He made sure to stay away from Kleine, just in case his constant bugging was going to result in another attack from Kleine. "My body means nothing to me Kleine, you can do with it what you wish. If killing me satisfies you even for a few milliseconds, then do it." He said calmly, the dark purple bruising already started to show massively on his pale neck. His face was tear streaked and his breathing was still a little off, but that was okay. If Kazu could end this visitation on a good note, that would be all it would take to make Kazu feel better. "I'm sorry for questioning you, I deserved whatever you did to me. Yet. There's no reason to even think about apologizing, since I'm the one who should be doing it. But.. I forgive you, for everything." He stated in a softer voice, not wanting to strain his sore neck more than it already was. He wiped his face with his right hand, but more tears still came down, so he just gave up and ignored it. He remained silent, waiting to hear what Kleine would say. If something nasty, fine. He'd take it, as long as Kazu could be forgiven for what he'd said to him. Most people would've coward in pain and fear at the wrath of Kleine, but Kazu didn't. He couldn't.



"I know your game, Kazuhiko." He turned around, and looked at him. Closely. His eyes trailed down his entire body, and then focused themselves back on the boy's iris. "I don't understand how you don't get that you've lost. You say all of these words to me and expect me to find peace because of them, but it's all bullshit." His palm faced forward, and with a snap of his fingers, he pushed Kazuhiko out of the room with a force of wind rushing against his skin. He could think better when the boy wasn't right in front of him. "Your first mistake was expecting me to be just like all of the others around you. I'm not weak at heart. I don't cry, and I don't need consolement. You see, for you, these things are so temporal. Life and love and friendship. You so desperately want to repair what you have with me because your heart is broken, your time is short, and you're just itching for something new. Now here's where you went wrong --" Kleine's hands pulled away his shirt, at first maybe Kazuhiko would expect something... intimate, but it was quite the opposite. He dug his fingers into his skin, his flesh, and then shoved his arm right into his chest, taking his beating heart and pulling it out into open air. He coughed, as the blood poured out from him. He severed the connection of the heart to the rest of his body, which made it very hard for him to speak.

"Two-thousand years from now I'll still be here. I'll have ******** thousands, hundreds of thousands of people who will all for a time think they're special to me. Then, I'll abandon them, and they'll either be damaged or they'll move on. I'll have great-great-great-great-great grandchildren with about fifty more "greats" tacked onto that. You see, I've already accepted that my time with each person is very limited and so, why bother to get too attached? I've always been a strong and independent person. I don't need your tears or your hugs or your pubescent little worm trying to find its way beneath my bedsheets. I know what this is really about. I was your age too, once." Although, obviously, just difficulty speaking didn't hold back his endless "wisdom". He wasn't done, yet. He dropped his heart on the ground. A new one regenerated in his chest. His chest was bloodied, the floor was bloodied... well, he had grown fond of the crude color and the distinct smell over his life. "You want to ******** me. You like the challenge. You're obsessed with me. The fact that you're still here shows it. I could take a literal s**t on your face and you'd still stick around. You're just begging for an end to your sexual frustration and your terrible, terrible life of nobility, endless riches, genetic superiority and good looks. It must be so hard for you to have everything barely anyone else has. Clearly, the only way to cure your pain is by ******** your grandfather."

Kazuhiko didn't understand what he was trying to obtain. A life full of chaos and hatred and death. He didn't get why the boy didn't just run back to leaf, cry to Sana, and get over it. He always hated the youth these days. So full of passion, so empty of common sense. Kleine wasn't appeased by whining and apologizing or forgiving or whatever. He was much older than Kazu, and so it should've been fairly obvious that he was pulled towards integrity, not childishness. He was just so done with this situation. He lifted his palm, flicked his wrist, and started to hose Kazu with thick wind energy, pushing him down the hallway and out of the ship. "I'll talk to you later. For now, ******** off." The ship was going to take off soon, anyway. Kazu would probably just get ripped apart by a propeller if he didn't get his a** off of the f*****t.


Kazuhiko merely smiled as he was pushed away from Kleine, his first real smile. Ya, he was bewildered by the man's actions of ripping out his heart. He knew he'd never get close to Kleine and that was fine, it was okay. "I hope you find true happiness one day Papa" He said softly, then for some unknown reason, he disappeared.

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Can I be the head espada?

If you want.
I'm fine with him being the head espada but we really should only let people have one major role and the other two minor characters. We are still new after all. xp
PostPosted: Wed Feb 27, 2013 11:46 am


Gaia Name: Eko Domini Tsurugi
Position Applying For: Division One Captain
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Let me wrap my arms around you
Suffer the Trespasses that you‘ve made
I will take your pain away, forever and a day
If you‘d just call out my name, just whisper it

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There was an odd serenity in the area. Rather, there seemed to be an odd bit of serenity about Eko's mind. His attack had struck, seemingly hard and Eko's eyes merely narrowed. In all honesty, his expectations of that attack actually striking had been little to none, himself planning on some sort of attack that would build up upon the strike that he had initially launched. But it seemed that Kurai was already ahead of the game, firing another ball of kido at Eko...except this one was noticeably electrical. If Eko had not been in the midst of a serious battle, he would have smiled as that strike came towards him. Tossing his sword in the air, he grasped the blade as if he were going to perform a backhand slash, but he merely raised his Zanpakuto, which in itself charged with electricity upon Eko's reiatsu rising slightly. The blast of electricity seemed to strike Eko, the area crackling and the ground shaking as the Kido struck...but with no explosion. In that said moment, the area seemed to pulse as Eko stood, the dust vanishing as the kido seemed to be eaten by his blade. Electricity crackled across the blade, Eko raising his head and watching Kurai, his eyes barely managing to catch Rei's motion to tell him to halt...for the moment.

Why had Eko managed to block that kido in the first place? It was lightning based. Eko was shadow lightning. He could easily manipulate that kido for his own purposes, his eyes narrowing as he watched Kurai. He himself listened to Rei as he spoke, taking in the speech that the man seemed to be giving. Rei's words reflected Eko's own values...in a way. He too had a mantra that circumvented and formulated his own values...but Eko's were much more cruel than Rei's. Rei held the value of not killing, as he felt the burden of sins for his killing. Eko did not feel this. I will kill anyone who will threaten my daughter...and my friends. Those who threaten her threaten me...and vice versa. My duty has been to judge and do what has to be done. The weight of sins effects me not... Kaori had wiped those thoughts away...and now all tha the had of her was her memory, nothing more...except for Sora. That little girl was his one gem in this darkness...and this man was a threat to her. "The old Kurai was dead...or rather, we never knew the old Kurai. Eko said, the words seeming to come out forcefully, with a bluntness that was blatant, "Some words fall on deaf ears, Rei."

And with that, Eko was enveloped in the shadows once more, his body vanishing into the Shadow Realm once more. Only two things would happen here. If Kurai surrendered, that would be that. Eko would rise behind him and simply disable him, chopping at him in the back of the spinal column, a jolt disabling his body movements. If not, Eko would rise from the shadows, if Rei so said out loud, and rise from behind Kurai in his own shadow, piercing him through the stomach and releasing the massive amounts of electricity held within the confines of Eko's blade. It would be quick...maybe painless. Maybe not. But that was only if Rei so said out loud. If Rei said nothing, Eko would wait to strike, choosing at a precise moment to do so. One thing Eko knew...he wouldn't let Rei break his oath...Eko would do what had to be done instead.

There was silence for a moment as soon as Kurai called out his name. The shadow behind Kurai seemed to grow large as Eko grew silently from it, his eyes narrow. His feet were still in the shadows, thus not allowing the alternate Kurai to be able to sense him. Eko's cloak swayed in the wind, his eyes continuing to gaze at the back of Kurai. It all happened in a moment. Eko grasped his Masamune blade, its double edge gleaming in the light, prepared to immerse itself in a warm bath of crimson liquid, the water of life that flowed within every living individual. Forward, Eko did thrust with both hands wrapped around the handle. His eyes did not once look towards Rei, only a shimmer of pity glistening deep within the pupils of the Shinigami. "May Death Be your release, Kurai." His voice rang out, blank of emotion that only his eyes would share. That was Eko. When he killed, he covered it up, not revealing with his face. His eyes were a different story...because you couldn't hide your feelings forever. But then again, sometimes Eko felt nothing. There were some individuals who deserved death...or needed it...and some that deserved worse. They have had souls...but to Eko, it was a chore that needed completion.


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When you feel that something‘s wrong
I‘ll shelter you and keep you warm
I‘ll never let you walk alone
I loved you when you still hated me


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Eternal temptation, their eyes to the sky
This nightmare is everywhere, my eyes open wide
Crash on through troubled waters, oceans collide
We stand alone until the end, we fight side by side

We feel the fire burning bright in the night
Where the warrior lives and the warrior dies
Wherever you go, we will be by your side
For the Spirit of Ninja will carry the night


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Mountains. It had been quite some time since he had trod upon any sort of mountainous path, but here he was, walking with this ragtag company of the most motley crew he had ever seen. The path itself was rather wide. To some, it might not have meant much, however, it certainly alleviated the integral fear of their two charges stumbling and falling to their deaths. Which would have caused a hassle like no other. Th weather itself was fine. It could have been better. It could have been worse. To Eko Tsurugi, he wouldn't ask for anything else. Even as they continued their travels, trekking for hours on end, mostly in silence for the most part with the occasional chatter that came up...or the very awkward sounds of Vanguard.

Eko merely looked around, hi boots crunching the small bits of gravel on the path. Specifically, he looked at his comrades that traversed with him. Lyas, the wolf brat, strode in front of him before running off at the orders given to him courtesy of Caderyn. Eko merely raised his hand in acknowledgement of what Caderyn had asked of him, stepping to the rear with the elf, Orland. Hopefully they did halt soon. Eko's right hand reached into his pocket, the small pack on his back rustling slightly as Eko pulled out his pipe, a long black and red object and placed the corresponding end in his mouth while pulling out matches and tobacco from his pocket, performing the obvious actions and ending up with a lit pipe. They certainly were not doing anything extraneous at the moment, and Eko desired to think a bit, the pipe being lit out of habit. His thoughts trailed back towards hi companions though, ignoring his longsword sheathe as it tapped lightly on his right leg. Lyas was off performing a reconnaissance of sorts. While Eko really did not know Lyas or even any other individual in present company, he obtained an impression from them. Vanguard, the Cephaullan, stood at the front. To the elf on his left, he merely reminded Eko of a wealthy man, silver spoon in his mouth.

Smoke billowed form his nostrils, his long, black hair billowing slightly in the breeze as he continued thinking. The Leader of the group, Caderyn, was likeable enough but further interaction was required before making a firm judgement. Only the Gods knew how many times people had turned worse than what their initial impressions dictated. How many times this had happened to Eko while working was beyond numbers to him. These people here could become the best of the worst individuals he'd become acquainted with. Fate would reveal it in due time.

He continued smoking, his face relaxed but his eyes still alert, keeping track of everything about them. But even while doing this, his mind ventured. I miss Mittens. He thought, the image of the little black cat making him feel surprisingly homesick. But he knew that the neighbors would watch him. It was only because of his contact who worked higher up in Corphus that the had been told of this opening in the company that was out to investigate the Mineralians, and to presumably initiate contact with them if possible. Obviously, Eko had to join this venture upon hearing about the Mineralians. They were such a subject of interest, especially their craftwork. The power of runic equipment was astounding and Eko desperately wanted to learn their methods to improve upon his own handiwork. So in a moments notice, Eko had packed and prepared his gear, preparing his weapons and other objects before walking out the door, saying goodbye to Mittens before departing.

Shaking his head away from the memories, Eko grabbed his walking stick from his back. He kept the black ash staff in his left hand as he continued walking, still smoking that pipe.

Looking at their charges, Eko merely shook his head as they continued walking. The alchemist was the one that would most likely require babysitting, a.k.a. protecting. Sotiris on the other hand was given more faith by the Tsurugi man. The man himself had field experience, traveling to perform research. Hopefully, the man would have to be somewhat versed int he field of self defense. The fact that he also studied Mineralians placed him even higher in Eko's book, the only possible thing that could ruin this was if Eko's predictions about him were wrong. So while continued walking, Eko spoke.

"Sotiris." He spoke out, his voice ringing with some clarity, which broke the silence, "How long have you studied the Mineralians?" He asked, actually growing tired of dwelling within his own thoughts.

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The sky will turn black as nightfall appears
The hatred surrounding, they hide in great fear
The evil all around, the sound they will hear
Will not be for long now, the time it is near

We feel the fire burning bright in the night
Where the warrior lives and the warrior dies
Wherever you go, we will be by your side
For the Spirit of Ninja will carry the night

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PostPosted: Wed Feb 27, 2013 12:04 pm


Eko Domini Tsurugi

since squad one is headed by the Head Captain we will not be having it, the crew is going to control the HC so we won't have the risk of somebody who is playing the character leaving.
PostPosted: Wed Feb 27, 2013 12:17 pm


Gaia Name: Sasori00923
Position Applying For: Division 11 Captain
RPC: Saisei Kusanagi


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To never again allow someone precious,


The sound of battle and chaos resonated throughout the Seiretei as the smell of blood and burning flesh filled the air; What was happening? It was all out war, an invasion. The Soul Society laid in shambles as the battles raged on everywhere, Saisei received instructions to eliminate all possible threats and so the Captain entered the fray. Instantly the spiritual pressure could be felt as everything trembled, the teal reiatsu generating a pillar of energy as the 11th Division Captain unsheathed both of his blades. "Ten Kara Hyō, Funka Suru Chijō Kara (Hail from the Heavens and Erupt from the Ground)" He commanded as his blades changed shape, his reiatsu was felt taking the change of chilly temperatures along with arid ones; The bi-elemental zanpakuto was something rare in Soul Society, his right hand held an ice Tachi while his left hand held a fire imbued Wakizashi Cleaver. Saisei utilized his shunpo and cleared a path through the Seiretei of destruction, some opponent's were frozen and shattered while others were turned to ash by the explosions of fire and power that consumed their bodies.

Saisei came across a large enemy force and only raised his left eyebrow slightly while shifting his face muscles to show a sly smirk. The enemy knew full well of him and his namesake, 'The Mass Destroyer' they called him and he would demonstrate why. As the battle begun he used only his blades to destroy all in his path, fire and ice bathed the battlefield as moved through the sea of corpses, he would occasionally stop using the power of his blades only to be able to see the blood of his enemies flow like the rivers of ancient Babylon and to see the life leaving the eyes of those who threatened the people he called family and comrades. There was a shift in his own persona noted by his squad members, this was not the comical nut job they were used to seeing, this man... He was cold, ruthless and cruel; He relished in the thought of ending the lives of his enemies and did so with great pride and pleasure. As the fight dragged on more of his own men fell at the hands of the enemy force, Saisei's own mood could be seen worsening, the lines in his face grew deeper and the veins in his forehead larger. Anger was seen easily and as his anger grew his reiatsu turned darker, no longer was it the calm teal color it had started at, it was now at a Maroon color and shifting once more as he suddenly stopped.

A fellow Captain, a man whom Saisei had grown to trust was standing before him, he had several injuries and clenched in his hand was his own broken zanpakuto, right then and there the man collapsed. He had been stabbed by another Captain, a traitor and as Saisei saw his comrade fall at the hands of the traitor something snapped. His reiatsu grew violent and shifted to black as it gained intensity, he held both of his blades clenched in his hands as his right began to frost over and his left gave of sporadic bursts of flame, his face gave way to the emotions of hate and anger as his sly smirk was replaced with a feral look. This man, this traitor, Saisei would make sure to kill him in the worst possible way he could think off.

He gritted his teeth as he raised both blades.
"It's a good thing that we're so far from anyplace where I can be seen... well, it's good for me anyway. You see I was hoping not to use my zanpakuto's actual powers, you were foolish to try and come after me without knowing that I've been hiding my powers out of respect for the 11th Division but now, Now I'll use that power to KILL YOU!! His tone was an agressive one as he shouted that last part, he wanted him to know that Saisei was done playing games, the Saisei was going to take his life. "Sora o Tōketsu Shi, Chikyū o Moyasu Kara Kaminari de Utsu (Freeze the Heavens and Burn the Earth with Lightning from the Underworld).... BAN - KAI... Akuma Ryū no Arashi (Storm of the Demon Dragon)! He shouted over the expanse as the ensuing release of reiatsu consumed him and blew off his Scarf and Kosode leaving his torso exposed, scars, gouges and sears were all visible on the man's body as a black electrical current started arching around his own body. His blades looked like they were crafted from a Dragon's hide, in his right hand he held the blue Ice Tachi and ice frosted over his hand, it made his veins and skin look blue, like the ice was a part of his very being. On his left hand he held the fire Wakizashi and just like the ice, fire seemed to be a part of this arm as he looked on towards the traitor.

He raised his fire blade and as he did black lightning struck it, it super-heated the blade and charged it with the dark electricity. As this was heppening Saisei focused his ice blade and sent forward a Dragon of ice to distract his opponent, as the the man dodged the Dragon Saisei used shunpo, with one step and one strike he would end this.
"AKUMA HANKETSU (Demon's Judgement) !!" He shouted as he brought his blade down with force, the strike hit the zanpakuto of the man as he tried to block and actually cut through his zanpakuto and went towards the base of of the Traitor's neck right next to his right shoulder and instantly the electrical current surged within his body. The super-heated blade cut through his flesh with ease as blood did not even gush out, it was so hot that every nerve and cell was turned to nothing as the blade touched them, the pain would be excruciating and not only that, the electricity that had entered his body had attacked his nervous system, his muscles. Saisei could cleave his body with ease but he did not. He pulled his blade back as he reached the man's waist, the traitor fell to the ground, his body charred from the fire and the lightning, he was still alive, barely. Saisei's own zanpakuto had reverted to it's sealed state and in one swift motion was sheathed again, only his Tachi remained in his right hand as he stood over the motionless body of the the man. He looked into his eyes, he saw the pain in the depths of his soul and only smiled as a single tear ran down the face of his victim, he lifted his blade and ran it through his skull, the blood rushed out and right then and there the life of the traitor had been ended. Saisei removed his blade from the skull of the lifeless body and motioned it to the side, the blood that was on it had come off and as it did he placed it back on it's sheathe.





to be killed by monsters, that is my promise...


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PostPosted: Wed Feb 27, 2013 1:02 pm


Archlord Ayperos
Eko Domini Tsurugi

since squad one is headed by the Head Captain we will not be having it, the crew is going to control the HC so we won't have the risk of somebody who is playing the character leaving.


I can asssure you that I will not leave this guild. I would have had him as a Division TWo but there seems to be a Captain there already....
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