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 Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2009 3:15 am
Mikazuki made sure that everything was on her person before stepping foot into the portal. Checking her sash for the tightness of her scabbard's tying, she adjusted her sword by her side until it felt comfortable once again. She pushed up her eyeglasses up her nose as she eyed the portal carefully, not quite sure what to make of it.
Putting a foot into the portal, it felt like a cool breeze wrapped around her and was inching her closer. She took another step and was immediately engulfed and transported away to the new area. Mikazuki gave a quick salute to her captain as she stepped through and moved to the side to let the other members of the squad to get out of the portal without difficulty.
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2009 11:06 am
"Alrighty then mister Jubei.. No need to feel uncomfortable any longer.. I know you must be getting claustrophic with the sudden increase in Shinigami... So lets go!!" With that, Saki would pop up with a 'Yippe', then land and latch his hands together with Jubei's arm sleeves... "But...Do you know any of those high speed movement trick things.. Like the Shinigami do.. If not then, um.. We can just leave like this.." With a low motion, the small boy would crouch only slightly, before popping up and dissappearing.. For some reason, the two being in contact allowed the man touching Saki to dissappear also... Through the use of Saki's disproportionate strength, and of Hirenkyaku... They'd be to the new location in no time..
[I don't have portals, but I can move fast...?]
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2009 11:24 am
As both Saki and Jubei fade out of the scene, the former prisoner couldn't seem to get the familiar reiatsu signature off his mind. It was as if an old friend had been able to survive just as long as he had. But, that was an impossibility.....
[Exits with Saki....lead the way.]
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2009 1:34 pm
Shinzou stepped out of the portal behind Okojo. He looked around at the impressive display of dramatic scenery, shrugging slightly before moving to the side of the group. He knelt down to one knee and sat there, his hand resting gently on his Zanpakutou's hilt, and began to pick people out from the crowd, seeing if he knew anyone there. Alas he found no one outside of his own squad whom he knew and relegated himself to staring at the woodgrain of the floorboards.
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Mashiro Morimoto 4th-Seat
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2009 1:56 pm
MockaDash Asuma Haruka In front of Tansen's large mansion, a slight increase in the reiatsu in the air started to form. at first, it was just seen as a dark purple dot, but then...it slowly got bigger. The front of the mansion was soon overtaken by the Hole's shadow, as the indigo dot got much bigger, opening up to reveal a lone man walking out from the hole. It was Hogosha, the Vice Captain of the Thirteenth squad. He had created a portal from the Wasteland, to the Zaigou realm, since that's where he could teleport to. From there, he made another one to the Mansion, though it only seemed to be one large portal. Behind him, was his squad, as well as his captain and first student, Mock. He had been asked to get them to here, to regroup before they all headed out to take back Seireitei. Following orders, Hogosha had quickly manifested the portal, and then...there they were. They only had to find out where to go, to get back to their home, before they would go. They needed to hurry. They could no longer waste time. Stepping through the portal, right behind Hogosha, the 13th Squad Captain arrived. Mock turned behind, and waited for his subordinates to reach this place as well. He would await for them all to arrive, before giving out orders. Reaching for his kiseru, Mock prepared it with some tobacco and lit it, using the fire attribute from his ash. Taking a deep breath, Mock inhaled smoke, and let it out slowly. [ OOC: You can all begin posting your entries now. Only after everyone has done so, we'll we move forward.
One final announcement! Keep in mind, that all injuries you've received during your spars on the wasteland, you still have. Since this is happening in a separate timeline from that thread, it means that your character cannot gain any new injuries there, that you don't say you have now, upon reaching this place.
Please be aware of this, and plan ahead. ] Mashiro stepped in through the Portal. He wore his typical shinigami uniform, with his scarf around his neck. In his right hand was his zanpaku-to. Mashiro began to walk around, looking for Mock-Taichou. Once he found him, he knelt and said: " Mock-Taichou, Mashiro Morimoto reporting in."
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2009 8:47 pm
Hatsume:::. The young kitsune shinigami followed behind after her Captain and Mashiro, quickly after Mashiro knelt down, Hatsume had also shared a bow towards her Captain with her own set of words. "Aye! I'm here as well Captain!" She flicked back her ears, letting her tail curl at the side of her left thigh. Her hands placed together in her lap, the left one still having the scabbed up scratched marks from her spar. It didn't bother her much really, honestly she'd forgotten about them. Yet, her hair was set up differently; being in a spikey-typ bun only allowing a single bang or two to play infront of her face as wind pushed against it. She also wore her favored red scarf, aswell as a different necklace and bracelet. This time, her bracelet did not jingle for it was only a single ring. Her Zanpaktou was at her left waist side, as she waited to see what would happen.
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 1:37 am
Envy appeared in the entrance of the fortress and looked around her. From what she could see there was no Tansen and no Jubei, just a while bunch of people she didn't know plus a captain she had never spoke to before. But surely Tansen had to be there somewhere, it was his mansion afterall... "I really need to get out of the squad more..." she muttered under her breath as she reached in her pocket for a Monster drink. She popped it open and sipped the cold beverage, trying to calm down. 'Damn, can't find either of them. Ah well, if I'm lucky Ryan didn't suspect anything...'
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 7:15 am
Moving with all the speed he can spare, Charles races across rooftops. Smiling to himself, he realizes why this is so cliche. Despite the high visibility, this is truly the fastest way to travel across an urban area. Streets fly by and obstacles are minor annoyances at best up here. What might have taken hours to navigate are done in a few short leaps. Just to test his own limits, he varies up the leaps from time to time. Including spinning during the leap, somersaulting, and the occasional mid-air kick. The healing process was quite complete, without even scars.
Still, a splinter in his mind comes in. As much fun as this is, he feels the urge to move onward. Each leap and step further brings him closer to the calling. Whoever, whatever is bringing him closer keeps on with a clarion call. He cannot avoid it, deny it, or do anything but close in. Soon, Charles begins to feel that there is something interesting to be found. Just as he begins to realize what is calling him, his destination seems to be populated by shimigami. He thought they would all be with that military action he left, but evidently a cadre of 'comrades' waits elsewhere.
The empty sheath on his left hip is part of the calling. His desire to reclaim his sword is part of this calling. Almost as if an arm is crying for the body to reattach to it, he is homing in on his sword. What doesn't make sense are the dreams. Full of imagery, Charles can't tell what is going on. Despite all that, he doesn't care. Introspection can wait until he reclaims his blade. More than once he closes in on that building and wonders if Marco is there. Does he have the blade still?
Like a marathon runner, everything seems to fall by the wayside as tunnel vision comes through. All that matters is finding his blade. At long last Charles homes in on the location. and stops at the front gates of this palatial mansion. With all the confidence he can muster, he walks straight in with a faint smile on his face, slightly winded from the very long run here.
"Hello? Is anybody here? I'm looking for squad 12 . . . "
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 11:41 am
Walking up behind his squadmates Hatsume and Mashiro, the dark-skinned, dreadlocked shinigami Yorich bent forward slightly with a royal-type bow to his captain, MockaDash, showing he was ready to follow his orders to win back their old home of which he barely knew, since he had only just been recruited before the takeover.
Getting up slowly, Yorich gave a glance at his squadmates and snuck up behind them, giving them both an unexpected tickle to their ribs.
You shouldn't be so open, mon amis, especially now, right before what might be our final battle.
His French accent cut the formality in the air like a drunk at an award ceremony. But it seemed his manerisms weren't well taken by the other shinigami, so he stepped back in line with his comrades sweatdrop
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 4:54 pm
((Back!!! Been really busy lately... still pretty busy though xD))
Hishida calmly stepped out of the portal and into the ruins. He briefly looked around at the shinigamis that were scattered among the place and noticed that most of his squad had already made it through. Hishida walked over to his squad mates and silently stood within the crowd. He had been curious as to how the invasion will be worked out. He then realized that this may be the last time that he sees some of the shinigamis in this building. This thought saddened him and Hishida became uncomfortable. He then had an even worse though of what would happen to him. He had almost died escaping, and the fact that he was walking right back into that situation made him uneasy. He had trained a lot since then, which gave him some form of confidence, but he still couldn't get these thoughts out of his head. The youth never really liked large scale battles like this. This part, the part where you are just waiting to march into battle is the worst part for him. Hishida gave a forced sigh to calm himself down and awaited orders.
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Mashiro Morimoto 4th-Seat
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 7:43 pm
Mashiro stood as the others caught up with him. " No need to worry, Yorich." Mashiro started to strech his body. " We are under the protection of the Zaigou, and their Lord. But one thing I don't understand is why we are here and not trying to take out Hueco Mundo or someplace else. I mean it would stand to reason that Aizen can't protect both the Seireitei and Las Noches. Then again, he may not care if we take over all of Hueco Mundo...." Mashiro's additude was calm and relaxed. The streching excersize was working like a charm for his body. "Ahh.." he said in relief. He then found a nice patch of wall to lean on as he waited for the Whole squad to report in. His scarf was safely wrapped around his thin neck. " Captain, I have been wondering something..." Mashiro admitted infront of everyone. " Who is this Zaigou Lord?" ((Assuming We Don't Know Who It Is))
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 8:13 pm
((Sorry about the OOC but I need some clarification. Now Ky came to Ryan's house not to long ago and I know we need to be here. Since I been really busy the past month I'm not sure what's going on anymore so can anyone inform me on what's happening))
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 8:34 pm
((OOC: oh...my...lord...Mock, you have no idea HOW BAD I want to drop in right now...damnit! Oh, and forgive the OOC, just couldn't help myself.))
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 10:42 pm
shloopdepoop Walking up behind his squadmates Hatsume and Mashiro, the dark-skinned, dreadlocked shinigami Yorich bent forward slightly with a royal-type bow to his captain, MockaDash, showing he was ready to follow his orders to win back their old home of which he barely knew, since he had only just been recruited before the takeover. Getting up slowly, Yorich gave a glance at his squadmates and snuck up behind them, giving them both an unexpected tickle to their ribs. You shouldn't be so open, mon amis, especially now, right before what might be our final battle.His French accent cut the formality in the air like a drunk at an award ceremony. But it seemed his manerisms weren't well taken by the other shinigami, so he stepped back in line with his comrades sweatdrop ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ »‡« Hatsume»‡« As the shinigami gathered and the place became crowded on Hatsume's own personal thoughts, her senses shifted to person to person as sounds, movements and what-not was made. Yorich was sensed easily, yet only got a swift quick flicker of her ears back in his direction aswell as a small glance before he came into reaching distance. She thought nothing of his presence due to everybody else being around; and promptly went into her deep thoughts. It reminder of memories in her past. As she thought deep in these memories; it would be interrupted as a large squeal like scream echoed from her mouth.
Yorich has tickled at her sides, and Hatsume.... was extremely ticklish, and actually tended to bite those who did tickle her. Although, because of her current stance and posture; she didn't have the defence ability to swerve around and attempt to bite him. By the time she even clutched her sides to protect them and turn around with her tail yet again bristled out into a porcupine-needled textured mess, she frowned with a surprised confused expression. He spoke in that odd yet enchanting voice, her eyes were wide and didn't look as if she agreed with him right off the bat.
"Aiee, It doesn't mean you have to... I'm not unguarded! I just didn't think I'd have to put up my guard against fellow shinigami!" At first she seemed upset at him, yet Hatsume quickly recovered by giving Yorich a more beaten-up look as she continued to speak, trying to have one last moment of fun and peace before the... battle fun aroused. "Uhhh... what was it... Yori sama? Umm, I'm sorry, I mean no offence, but..." She looked up at him with a playful smile. "What's that other language words you're speaking?" She cocked her head to the left in a cute puppy-dog typ manner, Hatsume had never come across 'french' before, and knew nothing of the country or it's language nor accents.
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 10:52 am
At first, Charles as annoyed. He knows there are others here, but none choose to respond to his presence or request. Then he realizes something important-- the call is not to this place yet. There is farther to go. With little choice but to keep searching, his mood improves at the apparent apathy. If none choose to pay attention to his presence, then few would stop his passing. Following both his pull and the sensation of others, it is not long before the portal comes into his view.
Stopping dead in his tracks, he takes a long moment to consider what is next. The last time he went through a portal, it was against his will and began this journey. Looking around, he has very little choice in the matter. Lost on Earth without a zanpaktou is dangerous. With the residents currently leaving, Charles recognizes that there is soon to be a lack of backup- such as it was last time. So, weaponless and alone . . . or through a portal to who knows where. The choice is not hard.
Slipping through people as unobtrusively as possible, he draws as little attention as he can. Without a great deal of effort, Charles comes to the portal. Making the assumption that if others are going through it is safe enough, he takes a deep breath and slips through the liquidlike barrier from one world into the next.
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