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 Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 7:37 pm
:Used to waking up early, Suri was in Tansen's expansive backyard before the rooster crowed. It was another part of her past life that she still could not get behind. However, it made her glad that she never had a backlog on paperwork ever since she became a Vice-Captain. Everything had a good side, even if it seemed insignificant.
Dressed in her black jean capri and body-hugging black halter, Suri kept her zanpaku~to strapped to her belt while she started on her push-ups in grass. It was one of the few things she had started working on since she had first come to the Rukongai. Since her death, she had vowed never to be weak again. There was no chance she would allow herself to be overtaken by a man. That being the case, she could not effectively do more push-ups than a normal human could stand. Though not the strongest shinigami, Suri did not want to be the weakest either.
Once done with her push-ups, Suri worked on her sit-ups. Besides her halter she never liked exposed body-parts, so Suri had never shown anyone her stomach area. If anyone saw it, there would be rock-hard abs there. It was something that Suri was slightly proud of since most men found it disgusting for women to have abs, so that was one deterrent. Even if she tried to drive away men, Suri was no more attached to women.
After the completion of her usual routine, Suri went back inside to grab a water bottle before doing numerous laps around the premises. A couple of the others were waking by now, so she figured she would get as much of a work-out in before the training started. Hopefully that would be soon.:
(( Sorry if this bothers you Tansen. I'm going to take the initiative and start the training now or else our mission will be extinct at this rate. Feel free to edit / delete this post to your heart's content. It's a complete filler post just to jog the action. ))
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 4:38 am
Mock stayed up all night... Wandering around the mansion's premises, often meditating by sitting next to a tree or a wall... He was always on the lookout for suspicious activity, and didn't noticed anything strange during the night... Mock did, however, noticed Suri performing some training exercises... "Maybe it's time for me to do some workout of my own..."he thought, as he lighted another of his rolled cigarettes...
It was a bit strange for him, to smoke in his gigai... When in spirit form (back in soul society) the smoke never had done him any "harm" whatsoever... But when in his gigai, it seemed to take a toll on this body's breathing and circulatory functions... The oxygen rate on his body seemed to lower and that made him get tired more fast...
MockaDash got out of his gigai and rested the unanimated body against one of the mansion's walls... The gigai also impaired his movements so, as soon as the shinigami got out of it, he jumped some times in the air and performed some backflips, ultimately jumping his way up to the top of the mansion's roof...
Before starting with the push-ups and abs, Mock decided it would be best to do some cardio fitness... He always did enjoyed jogging...
Since spiritual particles weren't as abundant on Earth as they were on Soul Society, Mock also took this chance to train his shumpo and reiatsu control abilities, by jogging not on the ground, but standing on air...
Still inside the barrier at all times, MockaDash ran along the Mansion's surrounding fields, for a couple of hours and always about 5 meters above the ground...
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 12:33 pm
Mizu was stiing at the edge of her bed, when she heard a knock on her door. She saw Michiko go to open the door. Inside the open door frame, she saw Tansen with a lage king-sized mattress. She smiled at him, and wondered how he managed to bring smething that large to their room.
While Michiko was kneeled on the floor, making her bed, Mizu looked to the small alarm clock on the bedside table. It read 10:30 PM. "If they haven't cancelled the show yet, since two years ago, then my favourite television show should be on right now." It had been two years since Mizu had even watched television, and was jumping from excitement to turn on the television.
She hopped off her bed, and went around to her dresser, on which the television sat. She reched behind the large, wooden dresser, and felt for a plug. She found the plug, and pushed it into the socket in the wall. She ran back to her bed, and hopped back onto the edge of it, fixed her pajama dress, and grabbed the silver remote off the side table.
Mizu pushed the red button on the top right corner, which made the TV flicker. She typed in "2, and 5". The channel chaned. Mizu noticed her favourite theme song, and began to sing to the music in Japanese. The main character was a girl with short, brown hair down to her shoulders, with two bright, yellow bows on each side of her hair. She wore a black, skimpy bunny outfit. There were two other girls. One, had long, red hair, and was wearing a revealing bunny outfit as well, and the other girl was in her average school uniform. She had very short, light purple hair, and glasses.
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 7:09 pm
As the morning came, Asuma came out of his room, after being cramped up in it all night. He wasn't really used to sleeping, since he never really got much in Seireitei. He was usually doing something that involved doing his paperwork, or just roaming around. He had never really gotten much sleep, even back in Rukongai. After walking downstairs, he focused in on the mansion, as well as the area around it. He felt two people training, as well as the rest in their rooms. He guessed, that they would get up eventually.
Walking outside, Asuma noticed Suri, as well as Mock, training of their own accord. Well, I'm not about to be left behind, now am I? Turning around, Asuma appeared on the roof of the mansion. He moved his gloved hands up, so that he could just look at the gloves for a moment. He had been wearing them for so long, that he had forgotten when he had even first started wearing them. He sighed. "Well, since I have the limiters on me, there's really no reason for me to have these on..." Taking both hands at once, Asuma pulled on his gloves, taking them off.
He tried to suppress the reiatsu that rose from him as he took off his gloves. It wasn't really his strong point; concealing his reiatsu. He was too dependent on the gloves for that. And now, he would need to work on that. But before the training with everyone else started, he would get some training in of his own. Putting his right hand in front of him, Asuma outstretched his fingers, making a ball of crimson reiatsu. Similar to his Inmetsu, he didn't bother to put the rest of the reiatsu into the ball, since he would only be using it for a second. Shooting the ball forward, Asuma charged another into his left hand, and shot it off into another direction.
Next, Asuma drew his Baguadao, holding it backwards with his right hand, since the blade was on his right hip. Flipping the blade around to point in front of him, Asuma manipulated the balls of reiatsu to come flying at him, making them make wide turns to face him. Waiting until the first got close, Asuma focused his reiatsu into his arm. His blade seemed like it was vibrating, as it moved less than an inch from it's place as it seemed to vibrate. As both neared him, Asuma moved his blade in an arc around him, not putting much strength into his swing. And, as each ball came close to him, Asuma's blade would get to it, and it would suddenly dissipate, as if it had been hit so many times it couldn't keep itself together.
Panting slightly, Asuma looked down at his right arm, that hung at his side. He had dropped his blade, which stabbed into the roof of the house, making a small hole, as it stood slightly sideways next to Asuma. Looks like my limit...is about three, at most. Any more than that...and it wouldn't be pretty. Letting his arm hang to his side, Asuma picked up his blade from the roof with his left hand, and put it into it's sheath.
Next, he would practice unarmed combat. Even though his right arm felt slightly numb, Asuma moved it up, and focused reiatsu into it. Moving his arms in front of him, he would move his arms, punching the air, his palms flat , the tips of his finger facing upwards. Each time he would strike, he would blast reiatsu through his palm, making a small dagger-like blade come from his palm, only letting it go three or four feet before dissipating it. This, he continued doing for about an hour, before stopping. His right arm was more numb than before, and he had been using his reiatsu for a while now. Sitting down, Asuma looked up at the sky, watching the clouds go by. there, he would rest for a while, until the others got up and got ready for training.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 1:53 pm
Razil stepped out if his room and shut the door behind him. Sunlight streamed in from various windows around the hall, where they splayed and danced on the walls, refracting off of chandeliers and glass mirrors, making a myriad of rainbows. Razil stood and admired this for a minute, then he smiled and headed towards the stairs, descending them, and continuing on outside.
Once out, he stripped to nothing but his pants, leaving his customary headband around his forehead. He drew his Zanpakuto from his discarded sheath, and held it out in front of him in a guard position. He stood for a few minutes, absorbing the sounds of his surroundings, breathing in the air that lightly ruffled his hair. Suddenly, he slashed down with the tip of his sword, splitting a leaf that floated down peacefully from a tree. This was merely the beginning to an intricate dance between man and blade, both violent and graceful. The sun glinted off of the flash of Katana Fungeki, slicing the air around Razil as fast as it was possible to do. He could have left his gigai, but chances were that if he were attacked, he wouldn't have time to get out of it either, so he should train with it on, preparing for any eventuality. As the burning sun rose into the sky, Razil continued to slash at his invisible enemies...
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 10:21 pm
((Sorry it's been so long since I've posted guys, school and junk...))
Deep underneath the foundations of the mansion, Tansen was training in his families basement. Or rather, what USED to be the basement. "Hado number 88, Hirugeki zoku shinten raiho!" The ground beneath Tansens feet shook as he let loose another blast of intense reiatsu. "Tch...It's still no good eh?" He didn't even need to look down at his hands to see how badly burnt they were from the force of the kido, the pain in them was unbearable. Tansen hadn't been able to sleep at all last night, so instead of sleeping, he decided to work on his kido. There were now thick bags under his eyes but he wasn't very much closer to mastering the new spell. Damn it all...After all that practise, I'm still no closer to mastering this spell...Dammit!
He began to sense the reiatsu of the members of his team and shook his head in disbelief. They're already awake? Just how long have I been down here...? He grabbed a bottle of water out of a small bag he had brought with him and poured the liquid over his burnt hands, cringing in pain as they began to sting. After that, he took some bandages out of the bag as well and wrapped his hands up carefully. "There, that should do it." With a little bit of time left before the last few members woke up, Tansen decided to sit down and meditate. I have to get stronger as well if we're going to be successful. I won't let everyone down.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 7:07 pm
:As the day wore on, Suri noted that Captain Tansen was still cooped up in his house somewhere. It slightly peeved her that he proposed training but was not showing up. She let go of the annoyance quickly, figuring that if he was not there, then he would be about trying to train himself first. If she knew his personality as much as her slight knowledge made her think she did, then he was hoping that he would be a good enough leader. There was no point in arguing that - she could not convince him that he was good enough if he was the only Captain present. Or else her entire guess could be off and he was just too busy pondering on his past. Or sleeping. Or just trying to be strong for his own sake. Or cooking. Or reading. Or or or...the list was endless. In the end, Suri did not know Captain Tansen well enough to judge.
Instead of finding the nearest tree and banging her head against it, Suri pulled out her zanpaku~to slowly, careful not to make any of the other shinigamis think that she was respond to an attack. It would be dumb to get them riled up for a non-existent attack. Rather, she was planning on coming up with a specialized attack for her shikai - learning how to manipulate her abilities. She had long achieved an unsealed state to her zanpaku~to, yet she had not certain moves that she ever used. It irked her that she could not come up with something to her advantage. Her new moves would not take away from her flexibility from battle - it would just be something already thought up just in case she had no other ideas.
Since she had just done a fair amount of exercised, Suri figured that it would somewhat mimick her conditions during battle. Hold her katana vertically in front of her, Suri muttered the release phrase quietly, "Frost over and be still, Touketsu~shin!"
With a glimmer, her katana changed into a broadsword, sharp and deadly on two edges and the tip. If expanded, it would draw a full circle and become a snowflake so that she effectively gripped the center, much like a shield, besides the fact that it would have a ridiculously large diameter.
Not knowing how to start, Suri figured that perhaps creating some form of a barrier would be best. It would have to be near impregnable, and somehow block her from all directions without limiting her abilities. Suri quickly twirled her zanpaku~to in a circle and revealed the expanse of the snowflake. With a quick sweep from the front to over her head, she managed to face a wall that curled over her. While it would be good quickly, Suri figured instantly that it would be useless. It did not block attacks from the back, nor would it help since she could no longer attack her opponent. She could see her opponent, but that did not help much.
Deciding to stick with a wall between her and danger, Suri held the snowflake behind her back and brought it arching over head form that position, twisting to accommodate her arm. The end results yielded a wall behind her, and a slight branch off to the side. It would be helpful in case a back diagonal attack came, outside of her peripheral vision. It also kept out most air-attacks. While this could be severely limiting, Suri thought it was best, just in case a back attack climbed over her wall. This would cause it slither and come to the front where she could react easier. Also, the back curled at the sides, but it did not keep her from falling to the side instead of into an opponent's sword. That only left her feet, and Suri had experiences that kept her from allowing her feet to be exposed. The issue was resolved quickly when Suri figured that she could jump up and slide the zanpaku~to under her before going behind her back and over her head. Her zanpaku~to itself could provide a barrier in front if need be. Pleased, Suri realized how mediocre it seemed, but it was probably better than what she would have thought of while otherwise occupied in battle.:
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 7:32 am
Razil was resting in the shade of a tree, he had exhausted the gigai's strength, so he figured tat was enough for today. He picked up his shirt from where he had dropped it, grabbed his sword from where it leaned on the tree, and headed back to the inner mansion. Once inside, he could feel the vibrations from the basement Such large blasts, must be a 'Raiho he thought. Althought the vibrations were minute, he was trained enough to feel them through the floor. He sat down on a small couch in the entrance, waiting for everyone to finish up training-because that was what they were undoubtedly doing-and rested, his sheathed blade leaning on the bench besides him.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 1:35 pm
Guess it's time to get serious... Asuma thought, as he watched five balls of crimson reiatsu come flying at him. He had created one after the other, using as little reiatsu as he could, until they grew to the size of baseballs. He had been at this for over an hour, after feeling more reiatsu coming from around him. That meant more were up, as well, he could feel Tansen's from below him, making slight vibrations inside the home itself. ...masochist... was all he though, as the balls got closer to him. Making his hands fly out in different directions, Asuma repeated what he had done earlier; making blades of reiatsu as he thrusted his palm outwards. As he did, he turned, making his fingers fly in different directions. After he had destroyed two of the five balls with his blades of reiatsu, he had made wires come out of his fingers, after coating his hands with reiatsu.
The razor wire coming from his fingers floated weightlessly in the air, as the balls of crimson reiatsu got ever closer. Suddenly, Asuma chuckled, as he moved his hands down. The wires became hard, and stabbed into the roof of the mansion, as they only stabbed into the roof an inch at most. Asuma had made a web of razor wire around himself, just before the crimson balls got to him. As they raced forward, they were cut to pieces by the wire, and they dissipated into nothing. Still grinning, Asuma dissipated the metal he had made, and then grabbed his Dadao's hilt. Now for shikai practice...
"Come into the World...Kurohyou." As his Dadao melted into mercury, it made a puddle around Asuma, as all of the blade melted, leaving the hilt in Asuma's hands. Putting the sheath into his pocket, Asuma sighed, closing his eyes. What to do...what to do...the most I can do in shikai with this, is control the metal of my blade. Wait...if I can control metal without shikai that has already been made, then I should be able to control any metal, as long as its not too big Chuckling to himself, Asuma focused on his surroundings. From right there, he could tell that there was silverware down in the mansion, there were quarters, dimes, and other coins all over the place. And then...there was his zanpaktou still in it's sheath on his right hip.
His eyes opening suddenly, Asuma looked down at his other zanpaktou. Thinking to himself, Asuma concentrated on his zanpaktou, thinking about it moving out of it's sheath. And, suddenly, it flew out of the sheath, flying into the air above Asuma. And, all he could do was grin. Now, to work on control. I've had an idea for some time now about how I would do this. Controlling his breathing, Asuma calmed himself, and focused on both his zanpaktou. The puddle beneath him bubbled slightly, and shot up, as his other zanpaktou was falling down at him. As the two zanpaktou met, Asuma had the metal from his Dadao to wrap around the other zanpaktou's blade, turning it into a different shape. The blade was longer and thicker, almost like a cleaver-like shape. As Asuma caught the blade, it felt light as air. It was probably because of his metal control-he didn't really know.
Swinging it around a few times, Asuma grinned, and then had the metal from his Dadao come off his other zanpaktou. As it returned to normal, Asuma had the Dadao return to it's form, but still kept his blades released. His other zanpaktou, his Darkness one. It's Aruval was at the end of it's hilt, as Asuma had retracted it when the blade shot out from the sheath. I once heard about someone who could make shield from their chains...guess it's time I tried it. Spinning his blade in a circle in front of him, Asuma had the chain at the end of the blade lengthen, and then started to spin himself, having the chain wrap around him. As the chain covered him, he couldn't really move, but at least he would be safe from attacks. Retracting the chain, Asuma decided that he had spent enough time training.
Jumping down from the roof, Asuma looked around, seeing others training, while some rested. As he sheathed his other zanpaktou, they returned to normal, going back into their sealed states. "It's about time to begin training. Save your energy for now. I'll...go get Tansen." Growling slightly, Asuma walked into the mansion, going to the door to the basement. That was where he had felt the reiatsu coming from earlier, and so he would need to go down there. Walking down into the basement, Asuma could easily tell that Tansen had been firing off kidou; the one Asuma had seen him firing back in 8th squad before they left. Frowning, Asuma saw Tansen sitting down. "We're ready. We starting the training now, or what?" His bad mood had suddenly returned. Asuma still had some ill intent towards Tansen, and it showed. Trying to hide it wouldn't help, and so, he expressed it.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 6:08 pm
As Mizu turned on the television Michiko sat on her mattress, amused by the little people on the screen and their crazy antics. She didn't ask about much of it, not wanting to be a pesk, but she was entertained either way. The main character it seemed didn't do anything predictable, which was fun. She lay back and fell asleep soon after, dozing through the sound from the tv as the ending song to the show played.
Waking up the next morning Michiko pulled back the blankets and quietly left the room so not to wake Mizu if she was still asleep. She went down tha hall and descended the staircase, deep in thought. She needed to practice concealing her reiatsu for the mission before them, but she was still wondering how she should apply it to training.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 6:58 pm
Toshiro quickly paced away from everyone else as they all began to train on their strength and endurance. He needed to focus more on his eye. He recalled a previous memory of him and Kuraime as they helped him trian his blinded left eye. He needed some sort of object that emitted reiatsu. I can't see my own reiatsu... echoed her voice in his head. "Does that mean... I won't be able to see mine?" He asked himself aloud. He shook his head vigorously as he pushed away the feelings of failure. He know there had to be some sort of method that would allow him to do so. Along with it, he would need to learn how to control his reiatsu levels. He opened the door and walked inside to see Michiko. "Hello Michiko!" He said in the most warming tone of voice he had.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 7:19 pm
As Toshiro greeted her Michiko looked up and smiled, and lifted a hand in a wave, and said, "Oh, hello Toshiro-san, how are you this morning?" She fiddled a bit with her scarf, fixing it so it wasn't the mess it was from sleeping with it on. She needed to think of a training strategy. "WHat are you up to today?" She asked curiously.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 7:24 pm
Toshiro nervously laughed. "I was just looking for someone to train with... ummm you don't mind helping me do you?" He asked her hopefully. Honestly, he never did this training with anyone else. Especially someone he barely knew. Though he was very desperate to learn.
[>< sorry short post. I need to go haha]
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 7:34 pm
Tilting her head to the side a little as he asked, she paused a moment. Finally she answered, "Sure, I can try and help you out with training. What kind stuff are you working with?" Michiko knew she had to work on her own training, but she wasn't all that bad at lowering her reiatsu, she just needed to perfect it.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 4:37 pm
Sensing Asuma's reiatsu, Tansen quickly finished meditating and turned to face his half brother. "All right then. Asuma I want to talk to you later abou-" He was wuickly interrupted by a hell butterfly which landed on his finger. "What the hell...?" Tansens eyes grew serious as he recieved the message and he quickly popped a soul candy in his mouth to change into his shinigami form. "The head captain is calling an emergency meeting for all vice captains and captains. I want you to tell Suri, Michiko, and Hitsugaya to come quickly, I'll go on ahead. I want you to stay here with others okay? I'll try to be back ASAP." Turning away from Asuma, Tansen opened a senkai and stepped through it. "Stay on your toes Asuma."
((Exits. Sorry guys. Emergency captains meeting and all.))
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