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 Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 1:51 pm
Destruction never left his position, only grimacing as his head began to ring. Not really one for annoying techniques that required 'Thinking', he'd usually start hurling explosives till the walls sploded'. I mean, if it already wasn't apparent, he was impervious to his own mixture energy in this state. Not to mention his explosions would completely crater his immediate area when used in such compressed ranges. The 'Human Wood' had no comparison to an explosion capable of leveling entire structures through mere explosive force alone. This guy had drawn luck when he caused the headache though! "********! Dammit, my head.. GODAMMIT.." Beginning to mouth off and scream within his closed prison, he felt a shift of energy flow through the wood. Breaking the explosive and rude composure, his frame became a blur. The arm vertically levitating above his head dropped, leaving the disc to spin. Breaking into a varying array of Hirenkyaku, his frame became an amorphous transparent shade, flying in swift paths to dodge, slash, dice and completely halt the oncoming spiked attacks. In the end, Saki's body was cringed against the ground, eyes wide and staring towards the ground. Both arms were shivering, the left holding the glowing broadsword and the right holding the pole-armed Seele Schneider. Littering every bit of the earth beneath his feet within the doom was the mass of splinters and wooden chips and limbs. It seemed so precise if one were to further examine.. As if some of the piece shad been burned and singed upon contact, others sliced over a thousand time sin the same exact point within that short period it was touched. These physical effects weren't possible to be made by any normal blade.. A blade using high frequencies and fast-moving particles, accompanied by a large cleaving beacon of a blade however would be more then enough.
Not showing any sign of fatigue, Destruction stood slowly, looking up wildly to notice his disc still spinning, but slower. With mesmerized eye, he watched the structure slow and slow before fluttering into four or five basketball sized structures, floating about and making little high-speed 'Fluttering' noises. Blinking his eyes closed tightly, two of these dispersed before absorbing onto the blade. The other two suddenly rammed themselves into opposite sides of Saki's body. Running into the walls, it was as if a nuke happened form the inside. Spreading from points of impact, the explosions instantaneously created cracks in the wood.. Yes, the energy would spread but only to meet and mass to increase the techniques potency. The wood had no chance! Not being one to wait around, Destruction cleanly sliced once with his left hand at the epicenter of the shattering dome.
From Haishiro's point of view, he might have seen his structure begin to break off small pentagon-shaped tiles, revealing sharp pentagon-shaped blast of aura to travel from the cracks and flow. He also would begin to notice the light to begin wavering about, constricting itself to the beams and performing some sort of corroding effect.. Destruction was manipulating the effects from the inside, ensuring his already guaranteed escape. "That wasn't too fun!" His voice suddenly rang from above..?! It seemed the top of the dome had burst, releasing a large cylinder beam like the one from before, but smaller and lesser in radius. He was just in front of it, his shadow golden as it refracted off the aura's light. Both weapon's activated, he stared down gritting his teeth with a somewhat angered expression. "I don't like closed in spaces.. They make me wanna blow s**t up even more!" Talking as the structure below began to evaporate, the golden mass below abruptly dispersed, becoming marble-sized particles floating upwards towards the blade.. At higher rates then one would expect, the blade absorbed every bit of the energy that'd been used, concealing the weapon's blade and replacing it with a golden outlining. Obviously holding the energy on both its outside and inside, this wepaon releasing on or near anything would result in death by disintegration to the tiniest molecule. In the opposite hand, his Seele Schneider had grown in size, the blade's on each end becoming wider and revolving at its peak speed. Emitting and absorbing energy at an increasingly high rate, his Zanpakuto suddenly sealed itself, the aura shattering to reveal the unreleased weapon. Sheathing it as his frame fell from the sky, his body's control went back to its original owner. The Seele Schneider copied the Zanpakuto's actions, shattering and releasing the mass of spiritual particles into the atmosphere. Landing in a short while, Skai lay crouched down. "If I wouldn't have stepped in, he'd have thrown enough compressed reishi at ya' to crater this entire area of town.. And that compressed mixture energy coulda disintegrated your a**!" Smiling sincerely, he wouldn't let his new friend know this.. instead, he would snap and point towards him before starting a mad sprint. From the ground, a large gate opened behind Haishiro.. Seikamon!? Smiling in his descent, the blurring child attempted to tackle the man into the portal with him, knocking them both towards.. Hueco Mundo~!
(There we go. TO HUECO MUNDO D<)
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 2:49 pm
Haishiro looked at his dome and saw that it was falling apart at his feet. He knew saki was going to get out, but his diversion was complete also. So he shunpoed towards his captains hiori, picking it up from the ground, and putting it on. Letting out a sigh, knowing that this battle was over. The goal was to get even the tiniest splinter underneath sakis skin and in a snap of Haishiros fingers he could change Saki into a wooden puppet.
Haishiro could feel something climbing to the surface, as he turned around a huge door popped up that led into a spiraling vortex. Haishiro thought "was this portal to another dimension" It was actually enough to distract him as he felt a abrupt push in his back, making him fall into the portal...
[EXIT TO HEUCO MUNDO]
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 4:19 pm
Limp on the ground, a dying soul lay motionless. Above this unmoving body was a clear sky, this being a silent day; Calm enough for one to die on. Slowly, but surely, the body began to disintegrate. Silently swaying into, and then becoming the breeze.. Then the atmosphere itself. Within the sky, for all spiritual beings to see, was an abnormal red aurora.. Saki Hyotoru had passed.
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The doors to a rather large apartment complex would suddenly burst open, flinging and slamming against the walls on either side of its openings. From it came a boy, looking to be a teenager. "Looks good out today!" Bright and cheery, the teenagers voice bellowed out into the streets of Karakura Town. Ignoring a few chuckles from those nearest him, the boy set out on a cheerful sprint down the side walk. It wasn't long before he'd stopped, just in front of a store window. Turning to smile and reassure himself of the look he tried 'ever so hard' to keep normal, the child watched himself. Light, sparkling blue eyes complimented a cute round face. Massed over the upper portion of the boys head was a mess of hair, styled slightly it would seem. Cute, elegant, strands stuck out at numerous points; something not seen everyday, but pretty attractive and eye catching. Looking up and down at his reflection, the boy squinted his eyes and muttered numbers together, guessing his height and leaving it near 5'6' or 5'7" though he was probably wrong. Smiling and shrugging his shoulder, he made his way down the street. Humming to himself, he kept his sights straight befo-
Clunk!
A few sly voices whispered behind and beside him, a few 'other' teenagers having a good time laughing at the fallen kid. Sitting on his butt now, the kid began to pat and dust off his shoulders. After huffing once, he decided to stand and walk forward. No longer humming, he still held a half smile on his face; That was until a fist caught him from behind, skimming his shoulder and throwing him off balance. This action was followed by several more, the sound of constant kicking and punching apparent on the now-empty sidewalk. Curled into a ball and grunting, the kid seemed to take the beating for a few minutes. When they seemed to slow the beating, he retaliated quietly. Pouncing, he'd managed to perform a sloppy football tackle. The take-down was quick, and he recovered efficiently, turning to punch at the closest boy. Missing horribly due to his weird positioning, he fell into another's grasp, being gripped and then turned. Held from beneath his arms now he was defenseless as the one he'd managed to tackle stood. "Dangit!" Muttering it aloud, he was hit with another beating, hit repeatedly in the torso area, then finished with a quick, but firm, jab to the right cheek. Left unmoving on the ground, he was kicked as they stepped over his body..
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Minutes later, his head rose, eyes wide and as cute as ever. No anger showed as he stood wearily, brushing his clothes off and sighing lightly. "I'll go get some band-aids later. Still gotta get to that cake store!" With those words, the boy ran off directly ahead of himself, disappearing in the distance extremely soon. Eventually his voice was heard again, but more ecstatic then earlier. He stood before a shop with cakes in the window, eyes glittering childishly as he flew through the door. Looking around for a few seconds, a bell rang at the counter to obtain his attention. There across the counter was a teenage girl, giggling and sliding a cake across the counter. With a quiet chuckle, the boy creeped over. Blushing slightly, he would tuck his hands into his jacket's neck hole, pulling out a single bill. It wasn't much of an interaction, but it merely ended with him gripping the cake and walking out. One thing one could notice as he walked out, however, was a cross of band-aids on his cheek. It seems the girl over the counter had patched him up slightly; that was something to be happy about! "She was nice!" Speaking to himself, he continued on his way down the street until he reached a neighborhood near Karakura Park. Whistling three times, in a rhythmic fashion, it would seem two wisp began to form bodies in front of him. Smiling at this anomaly, he offered the cake to the two souls finally becoming visible fully. Both were small children and twins. They both wore paper birthday hats, beginning to giggle excitedly alongside the boy "Thanks Herieo!" In sync, there voices shouted at him. They nodded and proceeded to hug him, throwing him off balance and causing the cake to fall. Doing his best to catch it, he ended up in an awkward pose. Nearly balancing on his nose, he held the cake on three fingers like a waiter would carry a saucer. Hearing more giggles, he stood and huffed, placing the cake on the ground. "No problem.. Glad I could give you a cake this time. Happy seventh birthday, you two!" Nodding slowly, he made his way to standing then bowed lightly to each. Turning he began again, trailing down the street with a large smile on his face. "There so sweet. I hope they have fun in the afterlife! Maybe I'll visit'em one of these days.. Hopefully not in recent days though! I got more good deeds to do!" Brushing the moment off at the end of the sentence, he proceeded to make his way elsewhere.
~Enter; Herieo Tenmani!~
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 11:59 pm
In the distance, small rumbles could be heard.. Oddly enough, Herieo ignored the rumbling as it grew, deciding it was nothing that could involve him.. He even managed to drown out the constant beeping of a car horn and a speeding car mere yards behind himself! Continuing on his walk down the street, a sudden screech sounded beside the boy. His eyes, once closed lightly, shot open to recognize the sidewalk three and a half feet in front of him was scraped and such. To his right was a gate, having been crashed through and dented by a wrecked car. Herieo stood motionless, surprised to see it had crashed into a house, wrecking after slamming itself through the doorway. The driver lay just behind the fallen car, having rolled out. Shivering, and covered in blood from the left arm to the lower right torso, the man seemed to be in shock. He was staring at an ever growing shadow, looming past Herieo before halting "GREAAAAAHHH!" The high pitch screech sounded and a claw flung out. Not having turned his head to look at whatever was attacking him, Herieo effortlessly hopped the fence to his right. Throwing his arms out to signal him to run away, he ran directly towards the area where the car had crashed. It was now visible and apparent that the front of the car was slashed by three rather large and deep claw prints. The man had been confused as to what was going on, not being able to see what caused the wreck or what happened to his car. He merely made his way to safety.. Exactly what Herieo had needed him to do!
Without much thought he would sprint at the back of the car, (the front being stuck within the house) hopping onto the back hood then trampolining up to grip the roof's edge. Struggling up, he panted and sat dumbfounded. Before him was a monster, nearly as wide as the house and tall enough to wear it's eyes peeked above the roof. It held large claws, three on each hand, and a white mask-like face..?! Half shocked, the boy's mind raced to figure out what he should do! Why was it here... And why was it creeping towards him!? With each step, it would seem as though a mini quake would occur, before they began to occur in shorter intervals.. The beast was charging! "What th-.. That thing.. It.. Dangit, whatta I do.." Grimacing as he stood atop the slanted roof, he would attempt to sprint diagonally to the top of the roof, reaching it and then sliding down the other side. As he stumbled into a roll off the edge, he would land in the backyard of the house. Turning he noticed it suddenly begin to split down the middle, the rampaging monstrosity beginning to attack it's way through. Panting from his fall, he stumbled up and shivered. "I can't lead this thing around the neighborhood.. It'll do too much damage.. It'll...It'll.." Stumbling to speak, he sighed and attempted to calm himself slightly. Balling up his right hand, he clenched it till the knuckles began to turn a pale white.. His eyes closed tightly, and he stumbled back on his right leg..
As he stood there, stationary and in deep thought, a certain aura began to illuminate from his body, the source being his clenched and shaking hand. Unbeknownst to the boy, a rather odd fluctuation of energy began to drip off his frame. Still too deep in thought to notice this, he failed to see the monster complete its trail through to reach him.. Seemingly attracted to the dripping blue substance, he fell forward in a mad pounce, screeching and opening its jaws wide as they'd reach... Finally deciding to open his eyes, the boy turned to the right, throwing his left arm out and leaving the forearm exposed. With the throw of his arm came a hefty force, enough to push him back surprisingly. Sliding backwards on his butt for a few yards, he huffed and watched the monster jam it's face into the house owner's gardens.. Stuck in soil for a second, Herieo took the moment to do something very stupid; He charged full on, feeling confident his measly fist could affect such a thing.
"Why Not.. I Believe In Myself.. Let's Give It My Best.. EFFORT!"
With the thoughts in his mind, he rushed forward. Surprised, the path in front of him became blue.. In fact, his entire frame, for that split second, was enveloped with a blue blaze. It must have been what is was like to be inside of a comet! The beautiful lights, though dense, didn't seem to block his sight and path. Never thinking to stop in his descent, his outstretched fist made its contact resulting in an explosion! Two streets down the road, civilians could be seen stopping and standing on there tippy toes to stare at the mixture of dense gray and blue smoke! Back in the backyard, Herieo stood in an awkward pose, on the opposite side of a rather large corpse split down the middle. Either side of the monsters face held two small vertical indents; Herieo's fist had made a mark and then split the thing in half!? Dumbfounded, his face grew a cute, but confused expression. "Wha.. I mean.. An-.. I don't get it! How'd I do that an-.. Why's that monster turning blue and evaporating!!" Leaving his awkward stance, Herieo watched as the creature did as he'd spoken of mere seconds ago. It began to deteriorate right there, fading into the atmosphere after turning into a mass of blue and white glowing marbles of energy. Finally deciding to unclench that fist of his, blue smoke and marbles began to rise. They also evaporated, much like the monster had done.. Confused, he began to look through the large gap in-between the split house.. The fire department had arrived, along with the police... It seems smoke and a destroyed house pointed to a fire; Not a monster attack on a teenage kid!
Acting quickly, he proceeded to hop the fence nearest him, ducking into the sidewalk and throwing both hands into his Hoodie's large front pocket. Lacing his fingers together lightly, he'd begin a nervous walk down the street. No longer cheery, he seemed in shock and merely stared down at the ground. So many questions but absolutely noone there who could answer any of them. Something pointed to this moment being a 'Life Changer'. As of yet, it wasn't apparent if it were good or bad. Hopefully it wouldn't get'em hurt..
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 4:35 pm
-Enter!-
Galloping along, Herieo seemed to be in a big rush of some sort! His feet were moving at quite a speed, even with the extra weight on his back; His left arm was wrapped around the rather long bag strapped to his back, bracing it so that it may not slip or loosen. The guitar was very very important to the child and wasn't something to be put in danger. "Dangit! I can't believe I forgot my way to the studio! I had a room preserved and everything.. Bob's probably sittin' at the recording station, bored!" Speaking aloud, he managed to catch the attention of others casually walking on the sidewalk. Ignoring them self consciously, he proceeded in turning the corner of a four-way intersection, almost falling as he drifted heavily to the left! Luckily, he'd drifted far enough to pass a group of shifty looking kids.. Only a seconds worth of eye contact with the boy in front told him to haul a** from this point on! Without even looking back, he would proceed to tighten the strap about his back and sprint! Herieo became a living blur as he traversed the numerous people on the sidewalk, acting as blockades for the group of six now chasing him! The boy back there was familiar in the sense he was the same guy who'd delivered his last beating.. The bandaid he'd gotten from the store yesterday was only needed because of this one boy's left arm jab! Knowing the boy probably didn't care he had an instrument on his back (Hell, it was something for him to break across Herieo's head!) he had to move twice as fast, and with a third as much weight on him. A good two minutes passed before he could lose them, the time running having felt like an eternity for the fleeing Herieo! He'd managed to lose them by putting his own life in danger, running across the street as a car sped by. With a surprising show of athleticism, the boy managed to bunny hop the hood as it'd just neared him, barely skimming his feet over the hood and causing the rest of the ruffians to stay back. By the time traffic had allowed them passage, Herieo was long gone, hidden and panting on the side walk two blocks away! "Ya' did good, Herieo.. Henh. Ya' did good!" Laughing the matter off, he began to set off walking again. Only after regaining his composure did he remember what he was doing before he ran into the thugs; Looking for the recording studio! The studio has just recently opened, nine days ago! He'd been there for the grand opening, sitting inside the shop and hiding behind a couch to watch the people gather outside the front door for a rope-cutting ceremony of some sort. He merely watched, hiding and looking through the front doors. This was to prevent local thugs from 'Breaking' windows and such due to a 'Snobby, Rich Kid' owning the place; Biased views were what kept his ownership duty's scarce! Now the problem now was him not being as familiar with it's location so far away from the apartment complex! He usually kept a map of where to find it, but that was lost a while ago.. "Hmm.. I think I'll get ice cream while I wait.." Sighing now, he would trudge along towards a vendor; Conveniently placed three yards away! It only took him a few seconds of interaction to obtain his ice cream. Without moving, he began to enjoy the treat as he carelessly lounged about the sidewalk edge.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 6:01 pm
Today was a funny day, especially for our little human boy. Today, he was extremely hung-over, in a very bad mood, and missing his favorite hammer. He needed that hammer to fix things around his house, things like his shitty coffee table and his broken cabinets. He needed to stop drinking when he was angry about his life and start cleaning his apartment, it was starting to stink like feet and old food. He also needed to buy some food, laundry detergent, and a few toiletries, such as toothpaste and s**t tickets. I should have stayed with my uncle and aunt. This is so ridiculous. I hate living alone and without a girlfriend. I should find one. Hell, I should find a whole bunch and scam them out of their cash, then move to America. I hate Japan, all these damn ghosts and people... Jeez. He liked to b***h mentally, since bitching out loud made him, well, a whiny p***k. He liked to seem tough and strong in front of everyone, but deep down he was a coward and a selfish man, but everyone was like that in some way. With a sigh, Tetsuya Tsuyoshi, amateur carpenter and beginning bass player, pulled himself out of his bathtub and made his way into his small kitchen, stumbling a bit and even leaning on one of the walls for support. It was somewhat pathetic, but he was pretty hung over, so he must have been really, really mad about something last night. He wondered what it could possibly be, but when he gave it some thought, he figured that it would be better if he forgot about it. If he remembered what it was, he might get angry and start drinking again. Once in his kitchen, which was rather nice despite the messy floor and pile of dishes, he put some coffee on the pot and went to change into some decent threads. A bathrobe and one dirty sock did not constitute daily attire, especially since he had to go to the store. Also, women liked men who dressed nice, or so he was told. So he slipped on a pair or black, loose-fitting sweatpants, some pink socks and black sneakers, and an outrageous pink. He liked colors, and pink supposedly went with black, so it was a win-win for him. combing his leopard-print warrior stripe down, he sprayed himself with cologne, brushed his teeth, and cleaned his ears. Once he stepped out of his room, he was looking pretty good and ready to paint the town red. He put his coffee in a mug, grabbed his keys, wallet, phone, and left the apartment.
Tetsuya had forgotten his sunglasses, a vital part of any alcoholics wardrobe, so the sun today was extra-special brutal on his eyes. His head pounded, but the coffee was working and he was starting to feel a bit better. Heck, he didn't even mind the people staring at him as he walked down the street, or the trite comments thrown in his hairdo's general direction. It was pretty damn unique, and he loved it almost as much as he loved his dearly departed cactus, God rest it's soul. Despite these comments, the and the fact that he didn't want to be outside right now, or for that matter, today, he was feeling like today was going to be really good. He stopped inside the store, picked out his items and paid for them with a smile. Hell, even the cashier was cute. Today was going to be pretty awesome, he told himself, and maybe, just maybe, he would find the motivation to find a good-paying job and start cleaning his apartment. That was until he bumped into some dumb-a** s**t-faced kid eating ice cream. His day was immediately ruined, but not because of this kid, oh no, it was because his things were now all over the ground and he had to pick them up. This it what put him into a very foul mood. "Hey kid, stop standing around and move, we can't all dodge you. Sheesh" He grumbled as he bent down to pick up his things. He figured that he looked pretty pathetic, crouched down, picking up toilet paper and laundry soap. He felt quite foolish for not seeing this kid in the first place. all in all, he was now having a terrible day.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 6:34 pm
Herieo would suddenly fall back, coming down lopsided before thudding against the ground with a hollow sound being produced from his fall. Not showing any visible signs of pain, though it seems he should have had a fractured arm or twisted ankle, he would look at the mess before him wide eyed. With his mouth open slightly in a cute fashion, he would proceed to respond. "O-Oh! I'm sorry.. Lemme help ya' there!" Not bothering to respond to the sly comment, he quickly shifted to his knees and began to pile up items. Standing with a wobbly pose, he would hold it out to the man, dripping bottles and items before it all splattered once more, conveniently crushing his dripping cone beneath it's weight. "Sorry man.. Um. I think I can get you some more stuff! Uhh.. I have money I can give ya' for it, or I could get it my self.. Whatever you prefer!" Finally standing straight to look at the boy before him, he took note in his odd appearance, not thinking before he commented.. "You have some odd hair! I can't talk, but at least mines natural.. What the heck did you do to yourself!?" Flinching at his own words suddenly, he covered his mouth and chuckled. What he said wasn't mean, but maybe slightly hurtful. He didn't expect this fellow to go off at all, or do much so he brushed it off. "Hehe.. Yeah.." Turning slowly, he waved to the vender and took a bill from his pocket. Quickly fixing two hotdogs himself, he would turn and give a plain bun and weenie combo to the man, signaling for him to come and finish making his own at the condiment area. It was the least he could do; Give the man a hotdog! "Here..Uhh.. Hotdog..?" The boy, as of now, had portrayed himself as a blubbering idiot of some sort, insulting the guys hair playfully, and then proceeding to offer him food and money.. Herieo was quite the fellow.. Hopefully this new boy wouldn't attempt to break his face as the other ruffians who looked like him would attempt to do!
(Lol. It'd be funny if you threw the hotdog ON THE GROUND!)
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 7:05 pm
[lol, nah... I kinda did just THROW HIM ON THE GROUND]
Everything was fine, or so he kept telling himself, when the kid went sprawling down to the pavement with a nasty thud. Tetsuya had money, not too much, but enough to live comfortably and still be unemployed for the next year, but that would all change if this kid pressed charges or something. All he needed was to go to court and give all his money away to some dumb-a** kid with a "fractured" tibia or ulna. That would just ruin, well, his life. He was relieved to see that the kid was unharmed, and full of an ungodly amount of pep for someone that had just been trucked, but he was not so pleased when he was offered money. He may look somewhat like a charity case, but he was not. He was further enraged by the comment about his hair, his flowing, regal hairdo that captivated many a woman and made many a man impotent with a mere shake of his head. It razed cities and snapped necks. suffice to say, Tetsuya was a man that was very proud of his hairdo and hair color, and to insult that was not a very smart idea. He got up, eyes locked with the kid, who happened to be an inch taller than him. He was offering Tetsuya a hotdog, probably as a peace offering, but it would not suffice, it would not sate his rising bloodlust. No, not even the massive amount of tea in Britain would make him feel anything near forgiveness! Blood might stain the pavement today. "Do I look like a charity case? This is called style kid! It's unique, beautiful, an eye-catcher and a head-turner! Women love it and men envy me, so don't be raggin' on my 'do, ya dig? This cost me quite a bit o' dough, and it takes hours to apply and dye, so it ain't nothin' to sneer at. Look at chu, with ya funny lookin' head 'n stuff, an' your clothes! If anyone needs some stuff, it's you, now kick rocks before I give you a molly-woppin', ya dig?" He figured that he wasn't being clear, or cruel, enough, so he took the hotdog and threw it on the ground. Yes, the peace offering was now on the ground, dirty and broken, with no one to blame but Tetsuya. With a snarl and a fake body-thrust in the kids direction, hoping it would make him flinch, Tetsuya went back to picking up his spilled items. His pride wounded, his items strewn all over the sidewalk, and his pride and joy insulted, Tetsuya thought that this was a most horrible day indeed. He was also hungover, mad about last night, and in denial about his shitty life. He did not have time for this bullcrap, and he would not put up with it. He was not afraid to hit a kid, especially since this kid seemed to be only a year younger than he was. He didn't care at all, he had nothing to really lose except all of the cash he stole from his uncle and the bass guitar he was trying to master. He just wanted to have a nice day for once, one with some friends he actually cared about, a girl he liked, and a night he could remember without spending the entire day looking for clues. Above all of that, he wanted to live in a city without any damn ghosts. He hated all these damn ghosts. With his things gathered, and slightly dirty thanks to the sidewalk, Tetsuya began his trek home.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 7:27 pm
".. He doesn't trust the system.." Giggling silently to himself at the inside joke of his, Herieo would hop back a bit. He'd just stood silent and whatnot as the man rampaged, even denying a hot dog and slamming it on the ground! He felt sort of bad for what he'd said, especially since the man had seemed to care so deeply for his..Style. Without much thinking, (Something he rarely did in these such situations!) he would throw both arms up and begin waving frantically, moving them to the extent that they became ridged propellers, swaying wind and whatnot as if he were some odd sideshow attraction. "Buddy, where ya' goin'. I'm sorry for the hairdo comment! At least lemme pay for your stuf- Oh yeah. You didn't want that! Well, lemme help ya' carry it!" Done with his screaming now, he began sprinting madly, the boy becoming a blur as he athletically and efficiently traversed the growing crowd. With a bit of bad luck thrown into the moment, he would trip up and hurl himself into a certain..Group. Only seconds passed before a miniature mosh pit formed, Herieo in the center being circulated around like a single pair of pants in a washing machine. Laughter was heard as the group began to become a bit more violent. The street, surprisingly, grew less crowded as the small group of thugs overcame the smaller boy! "Aww, dangit! Why now!" Groaning aloud, he threw the first punch in his attempt to escape, hitting one of the guys square in the jaw, before taking the opportunity to slip away.. Another instance of bad luck sent him tumbling down to the ground, piled upon and kicked..
(I'M BEING JUMPED. HELP MEH. D
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 7:52 pm
Tetsuya tried ignoring the annoying child and walking faster, really trying to keep his mouth shut and fists away from the kids' facial area, because if he didn't, he might be arrested for assault. He liked the thought of kicking this kids' a** real good, and he almost did it, but in the end he stayed his hand and kept on walking, doing his best to ignore the pest. The kid had some serious mental issues, he figured, and needed to seek some immediate psychiatric help, or to take some drugs and vegetate on his bed for a little while. Whatever he needed, Tetsuya wanted home to get it, get it and go far away. Very far. India or America far, or to the Moon far. He turned when he he heard some shouting, the solid sound of fist hitting jaw, and that same annoying kid shouting something, but not necessarily in that order. Tetsuya turned on his heel to find his annoyance, whatever his name was, being pummeled and beaten by a gang of vagrants and ne'er do wells. It was sad, but Tetsuya figured that the kid needed a beating like this, to get his priorities straight. Kids these days needed some lumps, or they would never learn a damn thing. But still, as he was walking away, he felt the nagging sensation to help the poor little b*****d. He really didn't want to, on the contrary, he thought it might be fun to help stomp him, but his little "hero" sense was itching and if he didn't scratch it, well, he might as well drink himself to death again. He did not want to have another black-out night, so with the flip of a coin to aid in his decision making, Tetsuya set his toiletries and such aside and rushed to the kids aid. The slap of his sneakers on the pavement was the only warning these thugs had before Tetsuya fell into them with a flying tackle-pounce, hopefully saving this kid while he got to work his aggression out on some people. "Shame on you guys for ganging up on a child! He's retarded!"Shouting as he fell into the group, he got to work that aggression out on some thugs face, the wet packing sound of his fist hitting some a*****e in the face was music to his ears. Saving the other kid was just a bonus, and his "hero" sense was beginning to cease with the itching.
[WHY ARE YOU BEING JUMPED? YOU'RE SUCH A NICE PERSON!]
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 8:07 pm
In the fetal position on the ground, Herio was hardly able to take note in two or three of the thugs falling over, lessening the amount of blows that hit his torso and cupped hands. Only slightly scuffed up, he managed to stand halfway, stealthily crouched and watching as most of the group of six as distracted! Not one to get help and not return the favor, he quickly shifted to pounce upon one of them's back, assaulting them with a swift elbow to the neck. Using there fatigued state to do as he pleased, he forced his weight down on there back, using his other hand to push at the back of the boys head. This position was what allowed the simple pounce to become a swift slam, knocking the boy's face into the ground with a thud. Groaning and unmoving, the boy stayed down! Not wasting any time to enjoy his single victory, Herieo would proceed to attack the group even further. Sending a heavy jab at the face of another, the right hook turned out to be surprisingly hefty and effective in one-hitting the next thug. With only a few left, he would proceed going all out. The boy had done enough, in his book.. He'd managed to lend a hand and stop the all-direction beating! "I'm not retarded! I just stop thinkin' som-.." Failing in his attempt to complete a sentence, he was punched in the gut, sent down and then hopped upon. He regained composure only seconds after the blow made contact, removing the brute from atop him with a frantic kick to the pelvis. This seemed to cause extreme cringing pain to the boy, bringing him to his knees groaning. Herieo took the time to stand, showing no mercy as his left arm came down like a speeding guillotine drop. The next time he saw his hand, the knuckles were blistered slightly.. Just like the back of that guys head. Smiling now, he looked over to see what happened to the other two or three, suspecting them to have been taken care of by now. "That wasn't bad at all.. I've had much worse!"
Finally getting a sentence out, he proceeded to brush off his clothing and fix his clothing. Noticing no blood in the immediate area, he was happy. Not came from him, or the few bruises he'd retained! This was what he called a job well done! "I'm getting better at this 'Self Defense' stuff.. Guess all that swingin' and throwin' my fist out comes in handy when the time comes to use it all.."
[RICH KID. ALWAYS NICE. I'M TOO INNOCENT NOT TO BE PICKED ON BY THE LOCAL THUGS! PLUS, THOSE R DEH GUYS I WAS RUNNING FRUM EARLIER! D;]
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 8:23 pm
Tetsuya wasn't having nearly as much trouble as his slightly idiotic and somewhat moronic counterpart, but he having a lot of fun. When he was done beating that one thug so bad that he looked like a modern art painting, Tetsuya was free to concentrate on the other two assholes that were now trying to beat him down, Double Dragon style. this s**t did not fly with Tetsuya, as he was a loyal fan to the games and these two did not do it justice, so the beatings commenced. Hard right, quick left, Taiga Uppercut, repeat with some wrestling moves, this always won the day for Tetsuya in the past. It didn't work so well against two people, as he took his fair share of lumps and a good, solid shot to the right eye, but he was still good enough to whoop all the a** he saw in the general vicinity. A quick jab, some elbows, and a full nelson sent one dude down for the count and gave Tetsuya time to concentrate on the other guy, who was now showing the tell-tale signs of being afraid of getting his a** whooped. Tetsuya did not want to disappoint him, not at all, so the two commenced with the dance of fists and feet, one that was moderately epic, save for the almost one-handed beating Tetsuya gave the guy. sure, this thug got some good hits in, especially that jab to the jaw, that might have loosened a tooth, but it wouldn't save him from what was coming. all the stress and aggression that was plaguing Tetsuya was taken out on this guy, and that was a lot of aggression and stress, so much that his face looked like a disaster zone when Tetsuta was finished. When all was said and done, Tetsuya gave himself a once-over, noticing that his knuckles hurt and his face was pounding, but otherwise he was completely fine and able to go home and relax. Still, the kid was nagging him, well, not so much the kid as how the kid was doing. He did just get into a brawl with some total strangers to save the little punk, the least he could do is see if he was all right. So Tetsuya walked over and initiated conversation. "So... Are you all right? You aren't all, you know, hurt real bad, are you? I did just rush in there and save you, so you shouldn't be too bad... Are you?" Tetsuya asked, trying his best to sound compassionate and concerned. He wasn't doing this for the kids' sake, he was trying to give his conscience something to chew on so it would stop nagging his ear off every five seconds. He was doing this for completely selfish reasons, but the kid didn't need to know that. "C'mon pal, speak up! Tell me if you're all right!"
[That's a damn shame. Some people...]
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 8:39 pm
Smiling slightly, Herieo began to rub the back of his head with both hands. Chuckling a bit, he responded quickly. "I'm just fine. It'd be wrong for me not to say thanks for the help! So.. yeah, thanks! It was extremely heroic of you to go ahead and get all beat up for me. Be sure that, if it ever were to.. No. if it ever does happen to you, I'll be right around the corner to help lay'em out! Though I don't see why I'd need to be there.. I saw you out there when I was done with the others! You sure can throw a punch... Ya' gotta show me that wrestling thing some tim-.." Stopping abruptly, his eyes widened and he turned. Looking a few yards away, he frantically began to run, disappearing down the street and returning in about ten seconds with a bag on his back. "S-Sorry! I forgot that I left my bag at the hot dog stand before we bumped into each other! I can't be leaving that thing around.. it's my prized possession.." Not letting up in his barrage of words, he would shift the bag from over his shoulder, loudly unzipping it from the top to reveal the headstock of a guitar.. Further unzipping revealed a beautiful rosewood neck, intricate rosy lacing abut the fret markers. This all led to a beautiful, shimmering, body. Colored crimson red, the structure, all together, was a beautiful sight and something one wouldn't see every day. It, obviously, had been cleaned a short while ago.. Shiny strings reflected the beaming sunlight, only complimenting the amazing Instrument.. The guitar gods would be proud to watch such a structure be played as it was meant to be. "Like it.. I just got new pickups and a 'Shoe Shined' neck at it! I've been customizing this thing since I was nine years old! Six years of playing, and it's only gotten better!" Done speaking, he simply gripped it from beneath the headstock, pulling it upwards in what would seem to be slow motion. The magnificent instrumental weapon was now face to face with the boy, staring at him.. begging for a compliment or some other form of acknowledgment. It would take a hardcore, professional, liar not to say something good about such a piece of equipment.. ".. If you'd like, I can lead ya' to a recording studio and letcha play around on one of my other ones.." Having leaned in closer to tell the boy this, he slit his eyes into a cute fashion, as if not to allow any other to hear of this..Studio. It wasn't yet revealed, however.. That he co-owned that certain "Studio"!
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 9:18 pm
Tetsuya wasn't ready, or willing, for that matter, to get buddy-buddy with this weird kid. Hell, he just wanted to go home and sleep this whole day away, like he usually did when he had a bad day or got into a fight. He just wanted to have some toilet paper for when he needed it, and toothpaste for tomorrow. He was tired, pissed off, and annoyed, but hell, he did just save this kid from a vicious beating that wouldn't have happened if Tetsuya didn't come out today, the least he could do is hang out with him for a bit. He could even converse with him, even though all he wanted was to sprint in the opposite direction. "Wait here, motormouth," He said, running back to go get his things. He had the urge to grab them and keep on running home, but that would be pretty rude and his "hero" sense would itch all god damn day. He fought the urge, the powerful, powerful urge to run away and returned with his things, a smile on his face. "Okay, I'm not a hero, I just helped someone who was in need. Second, I know nothing about guitars, and you don't need to lean in and whisper... It's kinda creepy. Just talk to me normally, and we'll be peachy, okay dude? Sure, let's go to the recording studio, this I have to see," Was the reply that came forth from Tetsuyas' lips, and not a very courteous reply at that, but it was something. He wasn't obligated to be nice to anyone at all, but this kid had just gotten his a** beat by some older kids and he looked like he needed a role model. Tetsuya wasn't going to be that role model, but he would be damned if he wouldn't help until his conscious was clear and asleep. Then he would go home, clean a bit, and go to sleep. He would dream that he wasn't in a town infested with annoying kids and a*****e ghosts, that he was rich and famous and had a bunch of women serving him all the time. He liked that dream, he liked it a lot, which is why he slept a lot. He figured that he should make that dream a reality, but reality sucked, so he kept it as a dream. "Let's go little dude, I do have a home to clean eventually."
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 12:37 am
Happy now, Herieo thought he'd accomplished something. He thought that, somehow, he was able to persuade this guy into coming along with him! This little trip to the Studio would be more fun then he'd planned.. Though he'd previously run into problems when he couldn't find the place. Having another along simply rerouted his somewhat simple mind, forcing him to happily skip down the sidewalk. It wasn't long before the two stood before a four story high building, pretty big when compared to the other neighboring stores connected by thin alleyways. Without any thought, he would walk towards the entrance, traveling easily through the revolving door and looking around. The first area one entered was the lobby, not exactly finished as obvious renovations are needed in a few areas.. As of now, the lobby was simply a large room, black and white marble covering the walls ceiling and floors. Around the room, fancy cushion recliner chairs were lined and a few tables were spread into rather unique patterns. Upon entrance, Herieo made his way to the left. Right there, was a lobby desk with noone over the counter. Sliding himself over effortlessly, he would walk towards a bulletin board and snatch a random key. "Just keep followin'! We're goin' right down that hall over there!" Smiling, he flew back from over the counter top, motioning for the boy to continue following.. That was before he suddenly stopped, turning and addressing the boy. "I'm Herieo! Herieo Tenmoni! We never exchanged names in the midst of all this stuff.. I feel so rude, not addressing you by anything.." Scratching his chin and looking down, he seemed sort of nervous as he implied for the boy to give him a name... He wasn't used to talking with other boys his age, most of them wanting to fight. If this fellow were a girl then things would go smoother yet.. That wasn't the case.
[- Next Post Are At The Karakura Music Studio-]
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