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 Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 9:57 am
 『Shizuko Yukimori』 Shizuko nodded. "I am ready." She said it with perhaps a bit more force than necessary, as though her conviction now would cover the embarrassment of the slight fear she had previously felt.
"I suppose it would be best to ask - what is your purpose within Soul Society? You said you live in the World of the Living - you must have come here for a reason." It might have been better to ask these questions before agreeing to join him, but Shizuko did not think it particularly mattered - she highly doubted he was here to do something heinous enough to convince her to not join him.
[6/10 post until the portal closes]
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 10:09 am
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx|| Noire Mistalune ||xxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx<=>||Sovereign||<=> "I am this world's Sovereign... Theme: The Dawn of HatredxxxxxThe moment she said ready, Noire had reached for her naturally invisible Chain of Fate, corroding it. Typically, had Noire not been there to manipulate her hollowification, she would be screaming in agony as her body is ripped apart and a large hollow hole forms on her somewhere. However, in this process, Noire's corrosion had a slowing effect since he places part of his personal reiryoku onto the Chain, which acts as a false connection. She would be unaffected by the hollowification for at least 48 hours, unless Noire were to remove his reiryoku from her Chain. She was now "infected" as one may understand. Jigokuhime clapped her hands and bowed her head towards Shizuko. "It is truly the greatest of gifts, Shizuko-san. You will not regret it." Noire turned to Shizuko when she asked for his reason for being there. It made sense that he didn't just stroll into Soul Society for no particular reason. xxxxxHe smirked and explained, "I'm on a whim... a gut feeling. A hunch as the Humans call it. I thought one day, perhaps that infection was air born? Or transferred through the water? I feel that there are others like you and me. Trapped here, who couldn't make it out in time. Do you know of any place they might be? Like a great jail. It's been so many years since I've been here. I recall the 2nd Division might have a jailing location. Any ideas?" He looked towards Jigokuhime who pointed towards her wrist as though an imaginary watch was there. Shizuko's and Noire's conversation would have to end soon. 7/10 posts until portal closes. "...Bow down and recognize your King!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 10:22 am
『Shizuko Yukimori』 Shizuko bowed first to Noire, then to Jigokuhime. "I thank you for this gift, and I thank you for allowing me entrance. Despite what you say, I could not consider this anything but your home, Jigokuhime, even if Noire is the master."
She tilted her head slightly as she thought about Noire's question. "The 10th Division - Penitentiary. While the 2nd Division does have a few jails located in the headquarters, any high-profile or powerful prisoners would be kept in one of their many prisons. I can take you there - the 2nd Division, by nature, was required to work closely with the 10th. However, the locations of other Vizards would be kept highly secret. I could not take you to the prison they are at, only the 10th Division's territory, where we would need to find more information."
Shizuko nodded at Noire's gesture, and prepared to make her way back to the portal. "We should be leaving soon? What would happen if we were to stay?"
[7/10 post until the portal closes]
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Blades252 generated a random number between
1 and 20 ...
10!
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 10:24 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 10:36 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx|| Noire Mistalune ||xxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx<=>||Sovereign||<=> "I am this world's Sovereign... Theme: The Dawn of HatredxxxxxNoire smiled and explained, "We'd be trapped in here until Jigokuhime dies. Which could be several thousand years. Anyhow, with that said. Let's get to the 10th Division. Consider this our first Vizard mission together, Shizuko." Turning to Jigokuhime, he caressed her chin before pulling in to kiss her. He wrapped his arms around her and held her for tightly for a moment. "I will return to see you soon. I promise." Jigokuhime blushed a deep red as she kissed him back. She crossed her arms and explained, "We'll see. As for you Shizuko, take care of him for me. He might be a strong guy, but he's not immortal." Noire snapped his fingers and the gateway that was originally opened, re-opened. Noire headed towards it, knowing Shizuko would follow. He was leaving the world of his zanpakutō. And they would now be boldly travelling to the 10th Division. Noire would have to leave Domon here to keep the other Shinigami busy. He could not arouse too much attention to the 10th Division or his chances of freeing his brethren and increasing his numbers was virtually lowered. 8/10 posts until portal closes. "...Bow down and recognize your King!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 10:41 am
 Lina CarmineLieutenant of Squad 4
Thoughts: What's going on?
OOC:╔══════════════════════════════════════════╗Lina was sighing as she charged the other two hallows and watched as one of them took a dive right at her. She readied her zanpakuto and jumped into the air, landing perfectly on it's back before plunging her blade into the hallows mask. As Lina was falling she saw the second hallow coming at her and she readied her her blade and swung it at the hallow, engulfing it in the black flames "That's those two down...." she said to herself before she looked towards Shizuko to check up on her when she saw the pyramid around her and a confused look crossed her features as she tried to recognize the man Shizuko was with. At this moment Shizuko didn't seem to be in any immediate danger so Lina quickly made her way to where the Captain's as she faced another hallow "Captain's I know that there are more pressing matters at the moment but someone is with Shizuko and I don't recognize him, an on top of that it appears another woman has confronted them....." she kept her eyes on the hallow in front of her as she prepared a counter attack. She may not have been in their squads but she still felt that she needed to inform them of any new occurrences. ╚══════════════════════════════════════════╝
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 10:53 am
『Shizuko Yukimori』 Shizuko bowed once more Jigokuhime. "I will endeavor to keep him protected." With that, she turned and followed Noire out of the portal he created. Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the sunlight, and her mind took a few moments to regain it's bearings. Mentally mapping Soul Society, she spoke to Noire. "It is in this direction." She pointed West, and, trusting that he was more than capable of following her, Shunpo'd away, heading for the 10th Division's territory.
As she left, she saw the 11th Division Captain, Nanashi, facing off against someone she could only assume was another Vizard. Her eyes slightly widened at his appearance, though she pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind - she had an objective, and she intended on completing it.
[Exits to 10th Division Courtyard]
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 11:08 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx|| Noire Mistalune ||xxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx<=>||Sovereign||<=> "I am this world's Sovereign... Theme: The Dawn of HatredxxxxxNoire followed Shizuko in close pursuit. He did was not about to lose her in the chaos of the place. Noire trusted his Arbiter to keep the Shinigami here distracted while he would move on to to the jailing Division. Noire felt it was time to make his reunion with his Vizard children. [Exit to 10th Division Courtyard.] "...Bow down and recognize your King!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 12:10 pm
Weapon - Warrior - Nightmare
♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠
"This ride that takes me through life
Leads me into darkness but emerges into light
No one can ever slow me down
I'll stay unbound"
Domon's fierce, confident gaze into the eyes of the Shinigami woman who matched his height rather closely. The Kenpachi. The Captain of the Eleventh Division known for their brawn and ferocity in combat. Their expert fighters. Domon's heart pounded in his chest as his Commander's words were called out across the open street, his grin seemed to intensify at the mentioning of using "whatever was necessary" and truly indulge this woman in the fight she had come for. Domon was almost positive that the elder was simply utilizing his warrior to some ends that would open up more possibilities for the man, some ulterior motives, but he didn't care. So long as he was offered the chance to cross blades with a Shinigami Captain, he was more than satisfied... But the Kenpachi... it was almost poetic.
"Neh? Guess that one went right over your head, didn't it Amazon?" Domon's grin faltered as the woman boasted on she herself had acquired the title. He lifted his fist to his own skull, tapping twice. "Anybody who's anybody knows how to get the gig... Figured a broad like you would know a challenge when you heard it."
Domon relaxed his hand back to his side, glancing over his shoulder to the new stranger who had joined the pair. Seemed that the Shinigami were chopping at the bit at the oportunity to get their asses handed to them, this one sure was anyway. Once glance at the fool who spoke as if he held some sort of authority over Domon and his interests waivered.
"Oy.... you talk about your ******** laws like I give a s**t... come back when you've got one of those spiffy little white coats, ah?" The venomous words of the invader slipped from his cockily smirked lips, every one a challenge to the duo, a dare to make a move, to rid this world of his existence... well, try anyway. However the silence that followed began to bore Domon. A deep sigh escaped his lungs as his fiercely glowing eyes shifted from the Lieutenant to the Captain, and back again.
"s**t... at this rate I might fall asleep!" He voiced with anoyance, finally reaching back to the black sheathed blade hanging from his belt in a horizontal placement. A soft, metallic ring followed as the blade was drawn and that smirk once more returned to the man's face as he prepared to make his move. Sword in his right, in a backhanded position, riatsu collecting in his left at an alarming rate. Either of the two would undoubtedly have sensed it, likely reacting in defense. He shifted his stance, Directly inbetween the two Soul reapers who flanked him on each side, left to the Lieutenant and right to the Captain.
"Well... guess you Robes are just like the ones on earth..." Slowly he lifted his left arm, a fist clenched glowing with crimson, Gaze shifting from one to the other.
"...Cowards." With that single word which dripped from his lips, his hand opened, and from his palm errupted a devistating attack, Cero. The Crimson wave of energy seared the ground beneath it as it rushed upon the Fuku-Taicho with alarming speed and wide birth, difficult to evade with the radius it spanned and clearly deadly. However no later than the instant he'd fired it, Domon's Sonido launched him towards the Kenpachi, charging her in instants as he finally appeared in a low crouch just to her left, exploding upwards into what most could call an uppercut, but with Zampakutou in hand in that backhanded fashion, his swing was powerful and would have posed a significant threat to the Woman. A feral grin played across the attacker's visage as he cried out a feirce battlecry. Following through with his slash with a high kick to the woman's torso, which if landed, would likely have given Domon a chance to capitalize on a much more leathal opening,
( outofcontext: )
" b***h, I make bad look so ******** good. "
♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ "Some live so wrong, with what we do is each his own
But living in fear, endless shame for countless years
I never lived in fear I knew I'd die another day
I never viewed my life as something... slipping away"
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Yuri Valentine - Sifu generated a random number between
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7!
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 7:45 am
 Jesus,things went fast. As Gengyo was duking it out with a small crowd of the Huge Hollows, apparently some random dude with stupid strong reiatsu had come and more or less talked 6th Seat Shizuko into leaving with him, only to be replaced by someone else with just slightly less stupid strong reiatsu. Now this jackoff was engaging the Kenpachi. Thank the Soul King that Gengyo's Kin was as strong as it was. And since he'd used a full incantation, he had zilch-o worries about it being broken. Like, ever. But the way things were going here, he was worried he might have to break one or two rules if he wanted to salvage this debacle. At some point during the battle royale, he'd released Tsukurite Yasuragi and released it so he was still going good. Also, he'd managed to not move more than a couple small steps in any direction, meaning Esmeralda was still safely nearby.
"Esmeralda, it seems things here are no longer conducive to keeping you under my watchful eye,"he said with the same calm and cool that he was so known for. How he could be such a gentleman to a Hollow was beyond many of the other Captains. "I could release you, and assist my comrade, but she's fresh and I've been fighting here for some time...also, I put too much time and energy into securing you to just let you go. So it seems it's time for you to come with me to meet someone."
That someone, specifically, was the Captain-Commander. Gengyo's mind was a library containing the mechanics and natures of every single known Kido. In fact, he recognized the one used by Noire to physically enter a Zanpakuto's World. That alone was something he NEEDED to report because it meant two things. Firstly, he was a Shinigami...or had all the powers of one. Secondly, it meant that, if he was a Shinigami, then he'd been at the very least a seated officer of the Kido Corps.
Gengyo flung out his arm and from the sleeve shot a long white ribbon-like cloth that began to spin rapidly around himself and Esmeralda. As he did this, he shouted out to the other Shinigami, "We're gettin' out of here! If you ain't fit to keep fighting, get your asses in here!" Waiting only one full second to allow the Lieutenants to come with, Gengyo completed the Kido by calling the name, "Sentan Hakuja!" As the cloth shut, one unlucky Hollow ran at the white flash and was instantly disintegrated. And in that flash, Gengyo took himself and his company right to the training grounds of the 1st Division. Cuz, of course, it would have been rude to just barge into the top dog's office unannounced.((Exit to FFirst Division Training Grounds))
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 11:07 am
The man's words slightly confused her, "Amazon?" She asked herself as he went on about some sort of challenge for her title. He reminded her of a yappie dog, barking at her, while annoying not very interesting. Then as if to furthermake this situation less interesting a lieutenant showed up spitting out garbage about the laws. "Even I don't give a damn about the laws, if you couldn't challenge a captain I wouldn't have a job I'd be in jail ya moron." Agreeing with the Arbiter, Nanashi noticed Alice and the white rabbit return and head off towards the 10th division.
While she did want that rabbit skin belt, something told her this yappie dog wouldn't let her leave until he was dead. Sighing she listened to his attempts to egg her into a fight. [iIIf he wants death he should come meet it, or else death is ggetting that rabbit. Almost as if he was able to read her mind the man attacked both shinigami simultaneously. However his cero to the lieutenant interested the kenpachi more than the attack she received. The second he moved in with a sonido her left hand was on the hilt of her blade bringing it up in a similar fashion to his attack in order to deflect the blow. His fallow kick on the other hand wasn't as easy to catch, the woman was fairly certain if it'd been anyone else the attack would've landed. Yet her unique fighting style set this man at a disadvantage. Reading the flow of his spiritual energy she was able to see the kick beforehand, catching it with her right hand mid kick the kenpachi would push him back laughing. "Is that your best shot mutt?"
((Sorry friday-saturday are busy days))
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 11:40 pm
After joining in to aid the Kenpachi with her upcoming battle against a strange intruder Krin was not in the least surprised that his presence wasn't exactly desired there. It was not as if the Kenpachi was known for her charming personality or strong enjoyment of sharing opponents. However Krin could clearly sense that this battle would require more than a Captain to safely end and he simply refused to back down. In his mind Krin felt that this battle was necessary for him as he felt like a test was needed for his skills. Pride was a trait the Lieutenant rarely showed but it traces back all the way back to his early Soul Society years in the South Rukongai slums. Before joining the Gotei Krin had a bad habit of getting into fights for the wrong reasons and it appeared as if that characteristic followed him throughout his years here. His opponent was just as bitter, if not more so towards the 10th Lieutenant. Clearly this guy was bad news as he had zero respect for the laws and only really seemed to be interested in spilling blood. Such a person disgusted Krin as it was people like Domon that lead him towards becoming a Shinigami. This particular enemy however was unlike any the Lieutenant had ever encountered before, radiating with incredible power and was incredibly quick on his feet. "White was never really my style." A smirk grew on his face as Krin engaged in some friendly banter. The strange foe dashed towards the two Shinigami at an alarming speed that almost caught the Lieutenant off guard making him react mostly on reflex. Just as Krin readied his blade to counter the mans assault he paused upon realizing just exactly what kind of energy was building inside his opponents hand. A look of surprise befell the Lieutenant as the only other place he had seen energy like that was a Hollow firing a Cero. The idea of something not Hollow using a Cero was such foreign sight to Krin and baffled his mind as to how just exactly this was possible. Acting fast the experienced fighter took advantage of his close proximity to his foe and swung his blade down towards his left aiming at the ground to give him a push as he jumped towards his right landing behind Domon and evading the attack radius while thanking his lucky stars that his foe did not fire that from a distance as the 10th Lieutenant quickly rose to his feet as his speedy foe had already charged after the Kenpachi. At first Krin wanted to use his Thunder Orb technique in order to create a blast radius even his speedy opponent would have trouble running away from. However this fight was not one on one, Nanashi stood directly in front of the powerful invader and would be just as susceptible to his attack. Still a counter offensive needed to be launched so Krin decided to stick to his strengths, Hakuda. Vanishing in a Shunpo behind Domon the Lieutenant let his Reiatsu pour out in order to gather energy into his left palm as he began to thrust his hand towards the intruders back aiming for the middle of his spine.
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 9:34 pm
Weapon - Warrior - Nightmare
♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠
"This ride that takes me through life
Leads me into darkness but emerges into light
No one can ever slow me down
I'll stay unbound"
A powerful ring spilled out over the area as the powerful opponents' blades clashed against one another with such intensity, that they nearly drove each other back. However Domon had no intention of getting out of the Kenpachi's bubble as he knew all too well, her greatest strengths would come at close proximity. That cocky grin painted permanently onto his lips as he swung his kick towards the woman's midsection, finding the opening and moving in on it as his instincts instructed. Granted, the warrior likely could have forced more into the kick, hell he could have even settled for another Cero point-blank, perhaps it was his eagerness to fight which had affected his judgement, maybe he was underestimating the woman, or even overestimating himself, or perhaps the simple attack was nothing more than bait, what if Domon was up to something?
Ah, there... her arm moved almost preemptively to catch his boot before it could find it's intended target as she would palm the blow effortlessly. Laughing aloud, she taunted him yet again. Domon's grin intensified, the red glow behind his eyes like burning embers, the fire within his spirit for battle rekindling them with each traded blow. Gritted teeth remained silent, waiting. Cackling, she cast him away, forcing him back with seemingly no effort, as Domon allowed himself to recover naturally.
Ah, there he was, sneaky little Fuku-Taicho...
Domon felt the sudden spark of Riatsu behind him as his second opponent had managed to prep what appeared to be a rather dangerous attack, not to mention found his way far too close to Domon's backside for comfort. How'd he get there anyway? Hell just a second ago Domon could have sworn... neh, Shunpo... He'd almost forgotten that even lieutenants had nearly mastered the art by now. Luckily for Domon, there were mere inches between himself and the boy's palm... and the Kenpachi couldn't have been more than a couple of paces, easily a sword swing away. He hardly had enough time to act as the sudden dull pain of a palm strike found his back. An eerie pop resounded within his spine as it contorted in response to the blow, effectively knocking the air from Domon's lungs as he found himself quickly well on his way into hot water, at this point all it took was a well aimed slash of the Captain's blade to render his head from his body and end his glorious campaign, to render all the power he'd acquired over the years pointless. A meaningless death.
"Like hell..." He muttered through gritted teeth, already aware of the Lieutenant's presence and calculating a counter as the blow had struck, now he had a solid resolve to continue fighting. There wasn't a snowball's chance in Hell that the warrior would allow himself to be beaten so easily. His midsection contorted as his body followed, his left arm reaching not with a strike, but with an open hand. If he could not take the Fuku by the wrist as he'd hoped, surely that loose sleeve of his Shinigami garb would be easily accessible. Powering up once more, rather reflexively, he forced himself through the pain of the lieutenant's cheap blow and set himself to the simple task of merely throwing the kidou user's body into the six feet of Shinigami Female which stood the greatest threat with the same amount of force Domon would with his own sword. The boy's smaller frame would have made it an easy feat to accomplish, and effectively open the door for Domon to gain a brief separation from the two with a simple leap of Sonido, carrying him about twenty yards ******** s**t!" Domon cursed aloud. He'd been overconfident, and now he was embarrassing himself. True, he'd played the two from the moment he'd drawn his blade, suppressing his true potential in the hopes of sampling of their strength and testing their combat prowess, a risky tactic but one which had paid off richly, all things considered. That dull pain in his lower back, however, would prove testament to just how costly the approach could be.
"Been a while since I'd let someone get a hit on me," The invader finally voiced with a much more confident tone, his arrogant smirk returning to him as he took a moment to recollect his composure, assessing the situation rather than leaping in recklessly. He had to remind himself, this WAS the Kenpachi he was up against, likely an even match for the warrior, and with her little side-kick the two would hardly be an easy match, let alone one he would have the luxury of playing with as he'd hoped. What's more, with a quick pause, Domon could sense that his superior, who had seemingly slipped away to some dark corner of Serietei to fight his own battle, was in a sense of distress himself. Time was ticking, and Domon knew that it was only a matter of time before the bell rang and recess would be over.
"Oy, I guess I ought to properly introduce myself, eh?" Domon finally voiced proudly over the vacant street, his left palm reaching upwards and across his face.
"Tsugetsa Domon..." Pausing briefly, a sudden surge of Hollow riatsu would wash over the two shinigami, replacing the familiar Soul Reaper essence which had flowed from the invader since the battle had started, and with one violent, tearing motion, Domon's left hand ripped away from his visage, leaving a Bone-white mask in it's wake, Domon's red eyes flaring fiercely behind it.
"...Vizard."
The ancient word had been forgotten by many Shinigami in recent centuries, with the folly which had spawned Domon's teacher and his other Vizard brethren. But Domon was an entirely different breed from the rest of them, his inner hollow had spawned in a much more natural course of events, and not as a result of a failed 12th Division experiment. No, Domon had fought alongside his demon for countless years, and with each fight his mastery of the hollow arts became more and more proficient. Here, before them stood a master of Combat, born and bred in the chaos of banishment and violence. A fugitive of the Gotei 13 and an abomination in their eyes, hunted for half a millennium and the soul cause of death of nearly two hundred Shinigami in his lifetime. And now, the two Shinigami finally might understand just how powerful the being before them might possibly be as the set their eyes upon that eerie white mask.
An in an instant he was gone, a soft boom left in his wake, as breakneck speed carried the Vizard within striking distance of the Kenpachi. Perhaps she could read his movements, maybe her awareness of his angle of attack was borderline precognant, but with the deliberate speed Domon was capable of applying, her awareness would be of little help in embarrassing him further as his blade came down across her torso in a diagonal slash, this time wielded with both hands, if only to apply more strength into the attack. And with fluid technique, Domon's blade rotated, as if to prepare to slash once again, following an upward path this time, but the swing hesitated.
"Gnash, Ryuuko."
With a sudden, but small burst of Spiritual energy, the blade transformed, and as part of the nature of Domon's Zampaktou's transition into it's Shikai form, A second, brutal looking Dagger launched from the butt of his katana, aimed directly towards the Fukutaicho and near point-blank range as the sword in his hands also transitioned into its much more ornate form.
The Vizard was through playing around with the two of them, he had no further intention to gain intel on their techniques, or even to milk this battle out any further than necessary. While he would have enjoyed nothing more than to engage the Kenpachi for as long as possible, inflicting pain and injury without discretion, as well as rid this Fuku-taicho, seemingly comfortable with underhanded attacks to an opponent's blind side, of the very live within his lungs... duty called.
They WERE Shinigami, after all.
( outofcontext: Edited
I had visualized Kirin standing on Domon's left flank and Nana on his right, a few yards of him on each side. Domon had been stationary when he fired the cero, then immediately charged the Kenpachi. However I can easily roll with this. Also, trying not to be cheap here, but it's stated in the Hollow technique section of your Guild that "Vizard's Sonído is faster than the high-speed movements of all other races by default." That is the only pretense to Domon's speed that I am operating under, so please don't think I'm trying to power play on his evasion.)
" b***h, I make bad look so ******** good. "
♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ "Some live so wrong, with what we do is each his own
But living in fear, endless shame for countless years
I never lived in fear I knew I'd die another day
I never viewed my life as something... slipping away"
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 3:01 pm
 ╔═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗ Location: Streets of the Seireitei * Company: Captain Yamamoto, Unknown Shinagami, Unknown Person * Mood: Serious/ Cheerful*Stamina: Full * Health: Fresh * Zanpakuto: Unsealed; Shi Kai ╚═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝
Jack landed in the Streets of the Seireitei and, looked around. She spotted Nanashi, the Kenpachi, and a Shinangami she didn’t recognize. They were fighting a man that Jack was positive wasn’t a Shinagami. For one thing he felt wrong.
Jack took a few moments to observe the situation. She couldn’t see any Arrancar nor, could she feel them. Suddenly she felt very stupid. She hadn’t taken the time to make sure that she was fully up to date. She decied to remedy that fact.
Jack cheerfully called out, “Nanashi! Did you miss me?” Jack flashed over to stand next to her fellow Captain, “Can you tell me what’s going on?”
Jack considered the enemy. He was a male with black hair. However for lack of better words he felt like a Hollow. The bone white mask confirmed that fact. Except he couldn’t be a Hollow; he had a Zanpakutō. Perhaps he was an Arrancar. Well the only thing that really matter was that he didn’t belong here in the Seireitei.
Jack happily called out, “Let me introduce myself good-looking! I’m Jack! It’s a pleasure to meet you! I must say that mask sends delightful frightening shivers all up and, down my spine.” Jack smirked and pretended to pout, “It’s a damn shame you’re my enemy.”
Jack reached up to pull Chimamire no Yuki free from the sheath strapped to Jack’s back. Right now this strange man was out numbered three to one. Jack had given orders for two of her Officers to join her so, the odds were defiantly in the Shinagami’s favor.
Jack whispered to Nanashi, “I’m going to back up to a range I’m comfortable at and watch your back. Are you okay with that?”
Jack didn’t wait for an answer before flashing to a rooftop. She muttered the words to release her Zanpakutō and, took careful aim. Her white bow glinted as Jack considered her target.
Jack told her Zanpakutō, “Ya no Kōri!”
An arrow made of ice streaked towards the enemy. When it hit Jack’s target, the man’s shoulder, he would not only bleed but, he would start to suffer frostbite as well.
Jack was sure it would hit. The Archer of Death rarely missed.
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Final thoughts: Fly! (635 Arrows Left)
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OOC: Hello Everybody!
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