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 Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 9:33 pm
"Psh, your Aizen-sama's words are nothing but poison to our kind." Llevon growled as his grip on the shard only tightened while Baltazar grabbed onto his neck. Unfazed by the assault, the smaller Espada uttered a morbid chuckle, knowing very well the extent of Balty's abilities. "You can always try to take the shard from me. But that wont do you any good. Let me show you something." Llevon's hand latched onto Baltazar's wrist and squeezed hard with a twist, forcing the other to release him.
As if he materialized it out of thin air, Llevon reached out with his other hand that was previously clutching the shard to reveal a very large portion of the hogyoku. "As you can see.... I set your precious Aizen back a couple of years." Llevon gave Baltazar a toothy grin, looking extremely smug with himself. "I took most of what he had, leaving the small portion he actually had in his possession. I will no longer offer my services to that tainted creature. He has obscured your eyes along with the rest of those fools into believing in his cause. Once he accomplishes his goal, all he will do is continue to enslave our kind. I will not be a part of it anymore!"
Returning the Hogyoku to where he had it stored, Llevon grabbed onto his zanpakuto and jumped back several paces. "Come Baltazar! With the massive quantity of energy surrounding us, I've already won." Pausing for a second, he let out a raucous laugh as he realized that Baltazar didn't know of why Llevon's presence made others feel.... odd. "Every minute... every second... I stand here, my power grows. I absorb reiatsu.... making my reiryoku grow and grow. I don't dare to release it all at once, for I could even injure myself." Looking back at the snake-like espada, Llevon rested his blade up on his shoulder, tapping it impatiently. "Do you still wish to fight me? I won't hold back, we're not on the same side anymore. The Hoygoku will be mine."
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 5:45 am
Violet eyes watched the fight as it continued to progress. She knew as soon as her third seat's flames disappeared that he was no longer in any condition to continue combat. Mikoto partially blamed herself for not interfering in the battle, but she also took into account the raven-haired girl's pride. She couldn't intervene... she couldn't.
The young Hisagi felt the need to clear Yaro from the battlefield so she punted him right toward the Sanbantai taichou. The redhead took a Shunpo forward to catch the man by his waist before he descended to hit the ground below. She sighed softly for she knew that she had to leave the scene of the battle to take her sanseki to Yonbantai for treatment. Leaving his as is would be fatally dangerous.
Suzuran, she though as she hoisted the younger man on her shoulder. I'm sure you'd do your father proud.
Taking off toward Seireitei, Mikoto hopped and ran along the roofs of the building in a blur, doing her best not to shake up the injured Yaro too much. It wasn't long before she reached her destination. The redhead walked right in and laid her sanseki down on an empty bed before turning to one of the nearby members.
"Take care of him for me," she stated simply before turning to leave to return to battle.
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akiirokitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 8:21 am
(Just as a note, I don't intend to wait for a month for Whimsy to post. So if she doesn't by today, I'm going to worm my way out of our fight. I'm afraid I simply don't have the patience to sit around and watch everyone else post while I'm unable. I put it here in OoC just in case she pokes her head in, and again I apologize.)
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 4:53 pm
Suzuran's eyes flashed as one of the Arrancar's taunts finally reached her. It was true; she was only battering him around. Once more, her teeth grit together. Is this it? Is this all I amount to, even after all these years? How can I face Dad like this? No. She refused. She refused to give in to the negativity, give in to her weakness. She was a Hisagi for a reason, and she would not let any turmoil into her heart. In her mind's eye the image of her father, that day so many years ago as he'd bid her farewell to head off for war, blossomed into her mind.
'Stay strong, Suzu-chan. Take care of Mom for me, okay? I'll be back soon.'
Dad . . .
"RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
For a moment her reiatsu flared, and she lashed out, dropping a leg down in a meteoric axe kick. Almost simultaneously her other foot shot straight to the Espada's chest, using him as a springboard to force a reasonable distance between them. The sanseki flipped to land gracefully in a crouch, which she straightened out of with her hands resting on her Zanpakutou's twin hilts. Even as she did so, one could tell she had suddenly changed gears, for though the battle-lust still radiated off her like a second reiatsu, there was an air of stillness, like the calm before a storm.
"Voooooooi." Even her voice was level, and dangerously so. Her expression was not at all enthused. "Y'know, I ha'e 'djits 'ho as' tha'. 'Ow c'n yer pride b'plac'd inna goddamn sword?"
Her grip on the hilts of her twin wazikashi tightened, as she glared daggers of ultimate fiery death at the white opponent before her.
"Bu' iff'n yer so keen t'die . . . I guess lettin' 'im do th' job cannae b'tha' bad . . . Aa!?"
Suzuran moved so fast most wouldn't even see her as a blur. One moment she was standing there, poised to strike; the next, the distance she'd created between the two of them evaporated the moment she stepped into her Shunpo in a flash of silver. Sparks flew as she purposely grated one of her blades along the length of the Arrancar's weapon, announcing her sudden arrival. With the same glacially calm face that was betrayed only by the killing intent gleaming in her eyes, her wazikashi sung as they made shining arcs towards the Espada's torso.
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Aleyn of Farronbrook Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 12:12 pm
The Grimmkitty frowned. He was starting to get bored here. Everything seemed to be going on all around him, and he was known for having an attention deficit problem. So, apparently ignoring Rin completely, he turned to Soren.
"Oo, it looks like something is happening further away, neeee~?" he asked, grinning and vanishing in a burst of Sonido. Exactly what he was referring to was soon plain. He'd sensed Llevon return with the shard of the Hogyouku they'd been searching for. What's more, the kitten could feel more of it! How extraordinary...
Well I'll be damned. Llevon's gone and filched a bunch of Hogyouku. That's like a deathwish.
"Hai, hai, Grimmjow-sama~ Lookit Baltazar-sama, he's all aaaaaaaangry!! Maaaaybe we should help him. For noooow."
The kitten really had no reservations against Baltazar. Grimmjow did, but he was too friendly to really care, and he ignored most nastiness directed towards him.
Appearing a few paces from Baltazar, he tilted his head quizzically.
"OHAYOU GOZAIMASU~~" he greeted loudly and obnoxiously, taking no note of the time of day, really. To the Grimmkitty itt didn't matter. It could be stark midnight and he'd still scream good morning. "Whyyy are you two fiiiiiighting? The kitty does not understand, are we not all on the same team?" he queried. Innocently enough. And for how big his ears were, he seemed to have missed what Llevon had said about them being on opposing sides of the board now. "Llevon-sama found a great big bit of Hogyouku! That is very good, ne~?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 7:14 pm
Oh, Of Course the Sanzo Wouldn't Like the Expression He Wore. The Doglike Cero Was Catching the Hint of Blood in the Air. That Smell Both Riled His Senses, and Made Him Wild. Flicking That Blueish Tongue Out for a Moment, His Eyes flickered To The Primera, to the Downed Shinigami, To Sanzo, and then Back to Soren. Black Nailed Fingers Twitching a Little As Soren Pulled Himself Away. Eyes Rolling a Bit. " 'Course I Ain't th' ********' Kitten." He Grumbled, An Unimpressed Look Plastering His Face As He Watched the Little Penguin Arrancar Hop Off...
And Felt that Disgusting SHSHHHHHK Sound as the Little Fraccion Un-Stuck His Lollipop From His Hair.
Feeling those Sticky. Drooly Bits. In His Well-Cared For and Managed Hair.
If He Wasn't So BUSY Right Now, He'd Knock the Little ******** Around and Probably Throw that Sucker into the Sand of Hueco Mundo.
But. As Gross As It Felt. He Had... More Important things to Worry About. His Eyes Flicked Back to His prey. The Blonde Man He Currently Had His Sights Set On. Black and Gold Eyes Focusing on the Other's Zanpaktou. Fingers Gripping On His Own... Before He Moved His Right Hand. Sliding The Knife back into the Loop Of His Belt at His Side. Flipping the Other Knife around to Hold It Backward. More Defensively. Licking His Lips. "Keh... Anyhow... Were Wuz We? Oh Righ'...." He Took A Step Forward. And With Little Warning, He Raced Toward the Other. A Burst of Sonido. But... he Wasn't Aiming at the Man with Any Sort of Offensive Move. Passing Right By The Shinigami As He Ran With that inhuman Speed. Flashing Behind Him Ever So Quickly, Only To Grab His Left Buttcheek For what Seemed Like a Half-Second, Squeezing Hard. Then Bursting Off Again, Away From the Battlefield.
A Look Was Thrown Over His Shoulder, and He Grinned so Wide. "COME ON, BLONDIE. FOLLOW ME. SOMEWHERE A LITTLE MORE ********' INTIMATE. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!"
He Laughed Hysterically At His Own Inappropriateness, Flashing a Middle Finger Behind Him at the Shinigami. Wanting to Piss Him off Enough to Get Him to Follow.
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 2:16 pm
The speed with which the female Shinigami moved with her weapons drawn was astounding, and the ferocity of the aura she was currently emitting would likely be enough to cause a Menos Grande to stumble back slightly. She was a feral cat, with claws to match. But this was exactly what Hakumen wanted, to see the spitfire at her full fighting potential, the stronger his opponent after all, the bigger the victory would be for him, and the sweeter the taste of the soul." you ask how pride can be placed in a sword? HA! the sword is merely an extension of yourself! to give you fangs and claws, where you had them not before! to put pride in such a thing would be wasteful, what you put your pride in is your ability to USE IT!" Hakumen cried out with an almost giddy laugh. How could a fighter such as she not get that simple principle?
As Suzuran launched her stinging offensive, Hakumen finally Kicked his skills into their fight. Meeting her blade strokes with just as much speed as she seemed able to deliver them. He allowed her a few glancing blows on his Hierro, but it was still not enough for him to be beating him, not at this level. His defense was solid, and never tiring, and he would continue to battle this girl on her own terms until she either grew fatigued, or powered up.
Yaro was aware for all of maybe five seconds the moment he reached Mikoto, and Before the sweeping black abyss unconciousness took his mind and his senses, he was able to utter only a fragment of a statement to his captain, whom he was sure would not have even heard him, as his vocality was as weak as the rest of his body."...Failed...You....Taich..." With that, his world went black, as the dark tide on the edge of his mind carried him into a world of nightmares. All was gone, but in the dark recesses of the night he was flung into, Yaro's tortured mind tormented him with Images of both a Dissapproving Mikoto, and the Espada who had so easily crushed him. and after those Images faded, Yaro was haunted by something worse, a perpetual veiwing of what he believed to be his own death, from different angles, he watched his own wounding again and again in his mind, and he tried to run from the nightmares, but to no avail. As the Yonbantai Members did their best on his injury, his limbs were twitching.
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 4:15 pm
Suzuran's only response to the Espada's words was a deepening in the furrow between her brows. Pride in one's ability to use a weapon? True, that was what one put their pride in. But her pride lay not in her Zanpakutou. No, it was not the twin wazikashi that were in her hands this moment that gave her fangs. It was true they were sharp enough to bite, but she didn't get any satisfaction from ripping her opponents to shreds. No, her fangs and her pride were in her limbs, her pure, raw, physical strength, speed, and stamina that made her special from most other Shinigami. While your run-of-the-mill Shinigami's first reaction was to pull out their Zanpakutou, hers, as her father's had been, was to get into a defensive position that would allow her to retaliate with bone-crushing kicks and punches. No sword, not even her own personal Zanpakutou, would ever be a true extension of herself. Only her limbs would extend from her naturally, be her true weapon. Even now, as the speed of her attacks made her daggers sing out flashing arcs of silver, she felt no pride. And the deadly calm that remained on her face, an expression that - if anyone present had seen Hisagi Shuuhei fight - would note the similarities between father and daughter, was showing exactly how she felt.
This wasn't the end of the line. She had yet to release her Shikai. And like Shuuhei, she hesitated too, but for reasons different from his qualms. The scowl on her face deepened more as she thought of her father. Remembered his battle expression, so different from that of the face of the loving father who'd skived his obligations to the Seireitei to ensure the health of his wounded daughter. Remembered again, his last words to her before waving good-bye, half a century ago . . .
Stay strong. I'll be back soon.
Strong. Strength. Yes, she had that, and she would prove that she had the strength to vanquish a creature that thought it was more powerful simply because of a title and the pathetic excuse of its copycat wannabe-Shinigami powers. Not even needing to look at the ebony tattoos on her shoulders, thinking a silent wish to the sleeping man in the Juunibantai labs whose blood ran through her veins.
She was a Hisagi. And she would prove it.
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Aleyn of Farronbrook Vice Captain
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