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 Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 1:33 pm
As quickly as Tagg’s Arcane Mass entered her lungs the small petite woman growled as her eyes flashed white she pushed her tongue against the back of her throat. As her eyes glowed a fiery white, her body echoed that of her eyes and within seconds the Arcane was broke down to nothing more than spiritual matter. Matter that was no longer in the control of Tagg. It was broke down even more and absorbed into her body, only giving her more energy, she was able to break down any object, weapon, or spiritual attack into simple and usable spiritual energy. It was like taking any object and breaking it down to a simple cloud of atoms… That was where she could manipulate to turn it into matter similar to another object, like turning sand to stone to make or repair a brick wall. In this case she’d simply break it down and absorb it for useful energy. Her spiritual pressure flexed slightly as she lowered it back down to the normal levels. She simply stared at Tagg with a slightly curious smile, someone so desperate to get the operand, so well loved, but at the same time, so friggen paranoid and childish. Chuckling at Tagg’s attempt to threaten her lively hood she turned back to the remaining shinigami as she ran off like a coward. Laughing she looked to her hands that where hidden behind long sleeves. ”Tagg… you’re silly! I’ll find you and make you my pet!” She glanced back at the rift before it snapped shut and chuckled again before looking back to the shinigami still remaining, ”Don’t tell you sexy lil’ things will be running off too?” Looking back to where the rift was she sighed and shut her eyes, and then bowed her head as she quickly fell to her but and crossed her legs. ”Silly shinigami…” Crossing her arms under her bust she remained in spot as the area around her was crushed beneath a blind fire attack.
She lifted her head and like a child having a tantrum she yelled at the top of her lungs shattering the windows around the block she was sitting between ”STOOOOOOOP MOOOOOVING!!!” her face flushed slightly as the sound echoed far off into the distance and her spiritual pressure once again fell back to their normal levels. The scream alone wouldn’t have broken the glace, but it was just an example of the immense spiritual pressure she had locked inside.
Slowly she stood and brushed herself, ”Ishi Riki, the Dragon Princess demands order now…” She stuck her lower lip out as if she where pouting and she stomped her foot.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 1:44 pm
Vladimir stopped his Kaiku attack and turned his attention to the powerful women still on the street. He had read her power earlier, noting the immense spiritual pressure she had contained and her little show of force did nothing more than reasure him that she knew how to wield the power too. "Ishi is it? Calm yourself, I wouldn't want your anger to swell up to the point where you internally combust from your lack of control." Vladi taunted the woman, seeing how far he could push her before would decide to take action.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 1:54 pm
As the man did as she said she instantly loved him, not in the way that would make her want to make him hers or anything like that, but she instantly found herself attracted to him, and instantly trusted him. Or at least her flighty mind made this stranger a trustable individual. He did as she told him without question or hesitation. She watched him for a few seconds and anticipated his blinks and within a blink of an eye she was standing before him with a gleeful smile. She stood on her tip toes looking up at him with a cheery smile. She giggled playfully at what he said and responded quickly, ”Lack of control?” She giggled and twirled away on one foot, dancing as if she had no care in the world, ”A princess needs to be in control at all times doesn’t she…” She stopped and bowed her head, performing a curtsy, ”Sorry stranger.” Looking back up at him she giggled again.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 2:02 pm
Vladimir had a sceptical look upon his face, concealed by his plague doctors mask. "Ah, but you neglect that fact that there are many things in which we cannot control." The woman, Ishi, she intrigued him. Her mind was a scatter of thoughts and the ones she let leave her mouth sounded as though she were speaking another language. She moved at a mile a minute, not taking the time to stop and asess who she was addressing.
As she danced about Vladimir made a quick decision to feed into her little mind game of riddles and intellect. As a calculative boy he loved discovering new information, bouncing ideas off of others and listening to their theories and ideals. His own standards and life rules were based off of ideas he agreed upon with others. The wealth of knowledge that he was could only be possible by feeding on that of others and Ishi seemed to be the equivilant on mental levels to himself.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 2:11 pm
((Just an FYI, Vladimir is now Mikhail.))
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 3:11 pm
((OOC: Cool cool.)) She chuckled at the words he choose to use, ”Neglect? No stranger, I just don’t give a s**t!” Giggling again she stopped and began walking towards him ignoring the others around her, ”What shall I call you?” She smiled sweetly as she stopped just a few feet away from his stance. Though she appeared to be sporadic and completely random this small girl was simply putting on a show, a public face. One couldn’t predict her if she constantly changed her stance, mood, and the things she said. Jumping around in conversation throws many people off, but Ishi couldn’t be first Esapda and not always be on her toes. So she coped with these struggled constantly by being a mess, a cute little mess…
As she danced she kept her gaze upon him, only briefly taking her eyes off of him to twirl or to jump. Though her stride was sultry and she put an extra sway into her hips as she walked towards him, she was confident that he had little interest in her charisma. She on the other hand was attracted to him, to the point where she could flirt with him freely, but then again… Ishi was the kind of person that would flirt with nearly anybody, even if she wasn’t attracted to them. It was just another technique she used to mess with the minds of those around her, and… she enjoyed doing these mind games.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 5:08 pm
"Mikhail, Mikhail Bolshevik or just Bol." Bol's head remained fixed as his eyes followed the dancing woman. "Tell me, what are your intentions?" He watched the woman's method of stalling and thinking up quick witted answers, he himself loved a wise answer but he was more of an instantaneous person, his thoughts were fast, alot faster than he could ever hope or want to be physically.
Mikhail watched attently at he motions, she was dancing, in a formal rhythematic manner. "May I lead?" Just then he swept up her hand and wrapped his arm around her waist. Prior to this he had removed his mask and his misty green eyes began to softly glow. Bol had initiated his Caleidoscope technique, his mind and eyes began projecting false images of other people dancing in a ballroom. Women in valuptuous dresses and men in suites, Ishi herself seemingly fitting into a tightly wound corset and ritsy gown.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 5:24 pm
She nodded briefly as he motioned towards her. She quickly skipped up to him and pressed her body firmly against his and allowed him to lead the dance. Her stance was firm, yet fluid, though most people wouldn’t be able to tell, that the discipline within her dance showed how she lead her mind within. It didn’t match that of her outward personality, she held herself like a proud woman within his hands, a woman that lead her own life and was hesitant with giving any trust to a male. Though she wasn’t sure, Ishi was almost positive that this Mikhail was an experienced dancer/artist. Most people never looked to hard into an Arrancar’s mind, but Ishi was made up of thousands of different souls, though most of them where similar to her own, the one thing that remained, all those souls where either artists or entertainers; in all forms.
The dance was simple, yet to most it could appear as an epic challenge. This dance was in her opinion one of the sexiest dance styles ever to be in existence. She as a female had fun watching both the male and female within the dance… it was like watching porn without the happy ending. ((LoL)) It left you wanting more…
The Salsa was the dance in topic, she had always loved her own cultures dance to be the best out of all the others ((Japanese)) but found that the Spanish Salsa was one of the more sexually entertaining out of them all. Dancing could be both used for love and or for lust. Ishi was simply a lusty woman and this dance would appear as all to fitting for her.
Her hips swayed and her body arched with his every movement…
"I just wanna play..." Her eyes shut and she let herself be lost within the dance, letting him have complete leadership and government over her every movement.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 5:33 pm
Mikhail held firm and dipped and twirled the woman like mad. "Ishi, why I would've never thought you the type!" he gave a curt wink and secretly behind her back started attaching his reiatsu strands using his upheaval technique. Bol was planning his attack carefully while not leading it read on his face. While occupying Ishi with the dance he covered for a sneak attack that would soon rear its head like a copper head shooting out of the bushes.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 5:59 pm
As the man dipped her and twirled her about she was completely clueless to his strategically placed attack. Ishi for now was completely one hundred percent vulnerable! Which most would think that she wouldn’t be considering that she was first Espada. As the man laced the strands into their final stages she let him lead and finally once he spoke she opened her eyes and looked into his. Her muscles flexed and her spiritual pressure spiked forcing the two to a complete stop. Looking up to him from an awkward dip, she reached up and cupped the side of his face, ”You shouldn’t categorize people Makhail.” she giggled softly as she went slack and allowed him to dance again…
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 12:48 pm
'It's working, my delusion has her fooled...' Mikhail saw the open window and seized it moments before it closed. Just as the dance came about to another dip he kicked out her legs and flung her body down towards the ground, his zanpakuto slipping free with his other hand on the hilt which he jabbed down towards her throat.
((Sorry if thats a little godmoddish))
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 4:15 pm
((OOC: Where was the godmode?)) Ishi was completely taken by surprise when the man dropped her legs out from below her. A smile was brought to her lips as he pushed her to the ground. She hit with a hard thud and without missing a beat she threw her elbows against the ground and with a hollow thud the ground below her exploded into both chunks of rock and small pebbles. The broken concrete was sent up into the air at the mans face, in that same second her legs shot up and kicked the sword only hard enough to make the blade stab the ground just beside her head. Her other foot still curled up to her chest and was thrown up at his groin. The force alone from her kick would break his pelvis in half...
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 8:08 pm
((I pretty much slammed you onto the ground without you being able to respond and stop me from doing it. Its just sort of a disclaimer, you never know when someone might disagree with your actions!))
Mikhail was slow to react. His blade had been lodged in the ground, dirt, rock and other debree clouded his faltered vision. The women was on the ground, vuneralble, and he held higher ground but her legs were free and thus, as he had thought, a soaring foot was coming straight for his goodie basket. Shifting as far as he could he created a new target, one MUCH stronger, the femur.
The kick struck hard against the bone, rattling his body and making his legs give in. Slowly he fell to floor, his thigh throbing with a twinging pain. His femur had been fractured, a great feat, luckily he had moved though, if not any thoughts of children he may have had would have been completely erased from memory. "Quick thinker."
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 2:23 pm
((Sorry for not posting Joe, but I have to report over to Squad 1 headquarters due to my switch. I'll probobly be back though, so don't die. wink Or get castrated eek ))
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 2:45 pm
((I can handle myself for now! Thanks.))
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