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 Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2018 5:14 pm
Isabella Kiyoshi Squad 4 Soldier Isabella made her way back to the main medical tent as she heard the request from another medic's headset. She came to a full stop outside the tent as someone from the eleventh division almost ran into her. She gave a bow to apologize for the near collision and looked at his arm as she thought a bit. She nodded and was going to answer with the question of understanding triage and blinked as he walked over to a pile of rubble. She stared for a moment as he began to lift the rubble as she realized he was going to try picking it up, and commented "sir, you really should be resting your.." She stopped when she saw him lift the debris and watched as Lucy quickly grabbed the woman who had been trapped and answered where the captain was as she commented to a nearby medic who had a headset on "get the search dogs here, ASAP." With that, she went over to see what she could do about the eleventh division soldier's arm as she faintly noticed someone else enter. She gave a bow when she saw Zero walk over, and look at the robot cat on his shoulder for a moment as he checked if the debris was clear. She would look over Nikuya's arm as Zero commented on picking up readings and replied as she put on a fresh pair of medical gloves, commenting, "I don't mind at all. Hopefully it can lead to answering why the pillar exploded and what the portal it left behind is, as well as where it leads." She figured the injury that the injury was a major wound as she said "I'm going to need you to hold your arm still for a moment so I can fix it." When he complied and wasn't holding up half of a building, she would charge her healing custom, her fingers glowing a soft green as energy condensed in her fingertips. When she had enough built up to begin, she put her hand over the injury to heal the start cut. She carefully watched as the cut sealed itself, and slowly moved down the injury as the skin and muscle became one again. When she was done, she dissipated the energy and took out a small pair of scissors and some tweezers as she commented "the stitches should be unneeded now. You'll feel a slight tug, but it wont hurt." With him warned, she snipped the stitching, careful not to cut the soldier before tugging the thread out. When they were all out, she used an alcohol swab to clean the residual blood and threw the thread bits and gloves in a bio hazard bag and the tools in an alcohol bath as she commented "that'll have it so your arm won't split open if you continue to help out." She would start cleaning her hands with rubbing alcohol, and look over as she noticed search dogs arrive, commenting "that'll also help."Overzealous Orange Congressmen: Zanpakuto State: inactive / shikai
HP: 325/325 SE: 197/205
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2018 6:16 pm
 x  x ═════════════════════════════════【Nikuya】x✖x【376】x✖x【Kensei】【Discipline】x✖x【Respect】x✖x【Resolve】SPD: 26 x✖x STR: 110 x✖x DEF: 110 x✖x STA: 110 x✖x INT: 10x✖x SP: 10═════════════════════════════════Nikuya dropped the rubble as soon as the girls were clear and the affirmation from Zero was given. His arm was bleeding again but he ignored it to address the captain of the twelfth squad. "Morning sir." He said as the slab of stone fell behind him, slamming into the ground. "Not at all. Stay, we can use all the help we can get." The white-haired girl, Lucy from the fourth division, answered his question as she had dashed in and grabbed the girl, and then introduced herself. She asked for Nikuya's name, despite himself already having been introduced. "I am Nikuya, of the eleventh division." He repeated slightly irritated that he had to reiterate himself. Isabella was already working to heal Nikuya's arm. He let her without so much as a single utterance or the slightest twitch. instead he craned his neck to survey the rest of the area. His golden eyes caught the approach of the search teams. He watched them approach with silent apathy. Isabella was done treating him before he even noticed, having hardly felt the pull of the stitches through his bronzed flesh. Nikuya looked down at his otherwise scarred flesh and nodded at the young fourth division woman's work. You could hardly tell that he had been wounded at all. He flexed the taut muscles, filling the tug of recently healed sinew and released his grip slowly. It would be adequate for now. "Thanks." He breathed softly and placed a callused hand on Isabella's shoulder before walking past her to join the search teams. "What happened?" Nikuya asked Zero as he walked, pushing aside any debris that happened to get in the way. As soon as the team searching for survivors were sure they had found someone, Nikuya put his prestigious strength to help dig out a nearby eighth division member.
Words in post: 307 x 1.7
Words towards repair: 862
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2018 3:25 pm
"Well its good to hear you Nikuya of the 11th Division, Well i need to get this patient back to the tent for full recovery; no time to waste." Lucy then picks up the patient helping the shinigami on his feet moving him to the tent. There was some debris that was in the way of his footing but Lucy helped him along. Lucy first time in her life, had full care in her heart as she helped the shinigami up onto a medical bed in the tent. Lucy didn't expect all the damage that had happened but like before, its a total warzone. The enemy she had seen before she was taken away by Sakura was one that only with someone of equal power could take her on after all. Lucy was able to train due to the escape and on top of it has been doing better about taking care of her patients with her medical kido she had learned. Lucy though tapped one of the medics and said "You should go on that side of the tent and watch those patients and any time they need medical assistance, do so." The medic nodded without question and went to the other side as Lucy stood in the very spot where the medic was watching on the other side. Lucy knew keeping the patients stable is one of their important duties, that is what 4th Division does after all. The patients they have in the tent, its quite crazy to Lucy but also understandable due to the explosion of the pillar. Lucy noticed Zero was in the area which Lucy remembered what Zero did back then for her and saved her life. Lucy then heads towards Zero and bows before the captain "Thank you and Sakura for saving my life back there, if it wasn't for you, i'd have died back in the District." Lucy stayed bowed before Zero happy to see him and honoring his presence. 326 words x 1.7=554 words + 846 words= 1,400 words
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2018 4:31 pm
 Zero would look over at Isabella as she agreed to accept him hanging around the group. "Sweet." he would simply respond. Not long after Zero had given Nikuya the ok to drop the stone, he would do so. "Good morning." he would respond in an automatic tone. He would then wrinkle his nose a bit. "Well it isn't exactly... uh you get the point." he would continue debating the whole goodness of the morning. The young twelfth division captain would give the other man a nod after he was welcome once again to join the group. His attention would return to his data pad, and he was briskly typing away. Once Isabella would mention search dogs, it would cause him to look up from his data pad. Since when did they have search dogs? It could have been since forever, he needed to get out of his office more often. Isabella was fixing up Nikuya's arm, and after the arm was all fixed up the group moved along. Nikuya would walk ahead while pushing debris out of the way. Then he would ask Zero what had happened in the area. "That damn pillar exploded. We have been monitoring the energy levels since it was secured the first time. They were stable with minor fluctuations here and there until a huge spike in pure energy followed by a wave of what I'm guessing is jokaishi energy." he would reply. "Now that portal, I wish I knew. I can't wait to observe it. It's not exactly a priority right now." he would continue with a hint of defeat in his tone. As he was walking and having Elly scan the area for what exactly caused the destruction, Lucy would come up to him and bow. "Don't start that formal stuff." he would say while motioning for her to raise her head. "It's fine, don't thank me. I'm just doing what I do."
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Topic Repair: 2,630/10,000
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2018 5:05 pm
Sepherene - AC:75
Squad 12 Vice-Captain  Sepherene appeared in the area of the massive explosion. The unit having been stirred from her dormant state in Squad Twelve's barracks as she was programmed to in a state of emergency. The massive surge and smoke in the area had alerted her to several casualties, including the former Fourth Seat of Eleventh division and several civilians. It struck her as a desperate situation and one in need of her unique abilities to manipulate spirit particles to help pull the area together again...through technology and unity of souls in hard work. Spotting Zero, she gave a wave to her Captain and smiled softly as she extended a hand outward and a small device jumped from her hand and began to assemble itself on the ground. The box then began to emit a wave of her reiatsu, soothing the anxiety of those around and giving them a feeling of happiness, determination, and motivation to pick up the pieces and begin the rebuilding process with a greater fervor than before. "Synthetic Soul-Reaper, Twelfth Squad Vice Captain; Sepherene active and ready for duty, Captain.", she then said with a bow to Zero before extending a hand outward and beginning to turn the rubble of a house into spirit particles before they suddenly began to reassemble and reconstruct back into the building that the spiritual essence once comprised. It was like watching a three dimensional printer, but with actual spiritual matter. Sepherene felt she had a lot to do in the area to make up for the fact that she was not activated to help with the larger scale battles. Though her programming was set to rebuild, not to fight anyway. Destruction was a natural order of things, but the Jokaisho-Sworn's incursion into this Soul Cycle was presenting her with a new series of apocalyptic scenarios that she knew were not part of the natural ebb and flow of prosperity and cataclysm that the realms faced on a usual basis. This was all new, and in a sense, scary to the modified soul as she worked hard on trying to rebuild another house by manipulating the spirit particles that once made up it's form. Quote: WIP: 360 + 100 RMG Words for Repair: 3090 Happiness Generator: Everyone in the area currently gains x1.20 to their words for repairing the area for their next 3 posts.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2018 9:13 am
xx═════════════════════════════════【Nikuya】x✖x【376】x✖x【Kensei】【Discipline】x✖x【Respect】x✖x【Resolve】SPD: 26 x✖x STR: 110 x✖x DEF: 110 x✖x STA: 110 x✖x INT: 10x✖x SP: 10═════════════════════════════════Nikuya scratched his head. Zero was talking about a lot of stuff he didn't quite understand. He understood that the glowing Jokaisho shard had become unstable and exploded though. Hell, he felt it. His quarters had essentially collapsed on him. The toned, bronzed man was fine now though thanks in part to the fourth squads healing techniques and his own resiliency. Nikuya kept moving the destroyed buildings as Sepherene popped on to the scene and addressed the red headed captain of the twelvth squad. Good, let the geniuses confer with each other; Nikuya knew he wasn't the most book smart out there, he did not think of himself as stupid, but their techno babble was enough to make his brain spin. Sepherene introduced herself to Zero with a bow and placed small box on the ground. It released waves of energy that caused joyous warmth to fill their souls with mirth. It certainly put a pep in Nikuya's step as he went to helping lift and clear the rubble. Then Sepherene preformed another miraculous talent. Reconstructing a completely destroyed spiritual structure as if it had never been destroyed. It was interesting to watch it being built from the ground up, like the brick being printed from a machine. "That's a really unique ability." He remarked, walking up behind the synthetic soul reaper. "Very useful." Nikuya breathed softly as he watched the amazing sight. He smiled, though it was probably a product of Sepherene's happiness generator as much as appreciating a unique talent. "My name is Nikuya. Fifth seat of the Eleventh division. I think I caught your name, Sepherene was it?" He said, with a soft bow of his raven tressed head. His golden eyes were turn upwards as much from his natural squint as the soft smile that graced his tawny silken lips. The curls of his downy hair framed his unblemished countenance. Piercing fulvous eyes continued to look at the rest of the destruction. "How could this have happened..?" He mused aloud, then walked off to continue helping with the repairs. Nikuya felt like his work was not contributing much with Sepherene around but every bit could help, right? Every person rescued added an extra pair of hands to help. Every piece of stone work moved was another obstacle gone and Nikuya could remove the largest obstacles as it were.
Words in post: 392 x 1.2
Words towards repair: 1332 (Nikuya)
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2018 4:59 pm
Lucy hearing Zero's response of not being too formal, it was something she had learned a hard lesson in due to meeting Captain Sanada. Lucy knew she can't forget to do so but also to introduce herself like she should of done before. Lucy though sees that Zero is a rather relaxed Captain after all which Lucy smiles a bit about it. Though she had seen someone had awakened by the name of Sepherene who started to rebuild the area after addressing Zero as Captain. Lucy figured it may be a soul reaper of the 12th division and says to Zero "Ally of yours in the 12th Division i see." Lucy goes to Sepherene "Oh let me introduce myself, i am Lucy Shikki, Soldier of the 4th Division, what is your name?" Lucy asked with a smile and jumps into speed as she finds a patient near the area Sepherene is working and proceeds to use healing kido to address the patient's wounds. Lucy though has the patient off to the side so that Sepherene may rebuild. "Hey um, do you need any wounds addressed?" Lucy asked Sepherene wanting to make sure everyone's wounds are taken care of. 196 words x 1.2 towards repairing comes out to be= 235+ 1,400 words from last post=1,635 words repair
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2018 9:08 pm
Isabella Kiyoshi Squad 4 Soldier Isabella went into the medical tent as a fellow medic tapped her on the shoulder and gestured into the tent. She let out a small breath as she saw how many civilians and soldiers were injured and cracked her fingers. She would start with the first bed on the left, a man who had a broken arm from the roof of his house collapsing on him. She would set the bone and use her healing ability to fuse the broken bone, pausing to make sure the bone didn't shift out of alignment after putting a pair of gloves on. When he was done, she went to the next bed after signing off on the clipboard he was healed. She looked over the next patient as she heard and felt another person arrive as she changed her gloves, and guessed from the reiatsu they were a lieutenant as she assessed the patient she was on. It wouldn't take her much time to find and heal the bleeding within their abdomen, potentially caused by the ripple of energy, and marked their clipboard before moving on, tossing the gloves she had on in the nearby trashcan. She glanced over at the door to the tent as another patient was brought in, and made her way over as she put on a pair of gloves when they were on a bed. She looked over the notes the medics made, before looking over the soldier. The soldier that was brought in hit by one of the shards from the exploding pillar. She shifted him gently to be on his side, and applied bandaging to soak up the blood to see the injury caused by the embedded shard better. She stared as it turned to dust, and quickly tied the patient down as she saw his skin turn ashen white. As the soldier began to turn into a hollowified being and start tugging on the restraints, Isabella quickly glanced around as two squad eleven soldiers made their way over. With limited time and options, Isabella quickly released her shikai, and shot the soldier twice in the head as a hollow mask formed on his face. The mask shattered as she took a deep breath as the mask turned to dust. She would check the soldiers pulse at his neck, and seal her shikai as she commented "kay then..guess he won't need any more units of blood..bag him up for future research, twelfth division may want him." With that, she pulled the sheet over his head, threw the gloves into a bio-hazard canister, and went onto the next patient as the eleventh division soldiers stared. She let out a sigh as she saw they were a kid who just had a sprained shoulder and quickly healed it so they could go home, handing them a lollipop as they ran out of the tent. She would briefly wonder how Lucy was doing, noticing she had gone to a different area as she helped a medic carry a larger case of supplies into the tent after going outside when he shouted about it being heavy. With the supplies inside, she would go on to see if there were any other badly injured patients that couldn't wait for transport. Overzealous Orange Congressmen: Zanpakuto State: inactive / shikai
HP: 325/325 SE: 205/205
Word Count: 539 * 1.8 = 970
Word Count for rebuild: 1 *1.2 = 646
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2018 9:58 am
Zero continued using his data pad to do readings on the area. This work was outside his field of expertise. Nevertheless he was still capable of handling such tasks. After having a small conversation with Nikuya, he would go on about his way. It was not long until Sepherene would arrive and greet the young man. "That's great, Sepherene. We could certainly use your expertise here." he would reply. After greeting receiving the greeting, Zero would notice a box on the ground. It was emitting some kind of waves that induced positive emotions. Watching Sepherene in action was a demonstration unlike any he had seen before. Spirit particles would break apart and rebuilt right before his eyes. It looked perfect, as if it was never destroyed in the first place. "Wow. Amazing." he would compliment out loud. With everyone working so much in the goal of restoration, Zero knew he had to step up his A-game. Even if his work was mostly unseen to those around him, he still knew what was up. In a brief moment he looked up, to see a wounded fellow shinigami. It was easy to miss with debris around the person. "Over Here!" he would call out. With haste, he would move his datapad back to it's more mobile smart watch form before running over. It was a male third division shinigami with an impressive wound located in his thoracic region. Zero would curse under his breath upon seeing the damage before moving into action. The young man would check the patient's radial pulse, it was still there thank goodness. Zero would quickly take off his jacket, and use it to apply pressure to the wound. He was no doctor, but he was intelligent enough to control the situation until one of the fourth division members arrived. He looked over, it seemed Isabella had gone somewhere else. "Lucy, I need you stat!"
Word Count:317 * 1.2 = 380
Topic Repair: 4743/10,000
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2018 5:55 pm
Sepherene - AC:75
Squad 12 Vice-Captain Sepherene smiled visibly to Zero even though the expression was a synthetic expression at her pleasure of being complimented. She had no real idea if emotions were real or not, considering she had technology to manipulate them and turn them into a strength or a weakness. Humans were truly an enigma in that regard, but she decided to just follow the policy of 'When in Rome, Do as the Romans do.' with the whole matter of emotions and expressions in order to appear more...normal. It was all a crucial element of her own programming as a Synthetic Shinigami, one of Project Spearhead's attempts to replenish the ranks of the Gotei Thirteen with artificial fighters during the Quincy Blood War. The Modified Soul continued her work on the houses in the area, manipulating them and reconstructing them on the spirit particle level. This sort of fine-tune reishi manipulation was typically only demonstrated by the Quincy, but it was through technology and analysis of the Quincy skills during the Blood War that Sepherene was even capable of doing this sort of task. It was created to be a direct counter to how Quincy destroyed the Gotei Thirteen so quickly. Though the situation was quickly changing on the Vice Captain as she noticed Zero running off to take care of an injured person. Sepherene decided to follow Zero on her own volition, seeing as it was her duty to assist her Captain in any manner possible. "I will provide a place to operate and analyze.", the reconstruction capable unit said with a serene tone to her voice of pure calm. Her next action was to take spirit particles in the area and bend them to her will, until a medical tent with proper tables for working on the patient existed were it had not before, though the particles would either need to be reused for housing once more or other particles taken from else-were to restore the buildings that were once here. Quote: WIP: 329*1.2 = 395 + 100 RMG = 495 Words for Repair: 5,238 Happiness Generator: Everyone in the area currently gains x1.20 to their words for repairing the area for their next 3 posts.
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2018 7:22 pm
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xxx Aigneis entered into the Northern Rukongai, carried by her followers as she reclined on her personal palanquin. They set her down at the outskirts of the district, several of the 13th Division Shinigami transfers carrying the train of her dress as she walked into the area, wincing at the damage to the area, then nodding in approval at the work that their fellow Shinigami were doing in the area.
Noticing a stand alone seated officer on his own, Aigneis approached Nikuya, curious as to what occurred. "Aigneis Shi'Ramish, 13th Division." she spoke as she approached, her towering form putting her well above the height of everyone else in the area. "Do you know what happened here?" spoke, getting in close to Nikuya before continuing. "My attendants refuse to address me directly. I had to practically force them to take me here. Exactly who do they think they are?" Aigneis turned back to her fellow 13th Division members, narrowing her eyes. Trying her best to be pleasant with these foreigners, Aigneis returned her gaze to Nikuya, still closer than necessary. Eyeing him up and down, she smirks a little. "You're attractive." As she spoke, she stood back to her full height. She had learned to speak so openly both due to her mindset of a goddess, instilled in her from the way that others treated her back from her home and also because of the fact that she knew that other Returned wouldn't be as receptive of her . . . enhanced form. Yes, she was Returned as an ideal form of beauty in her eyes, he body larger than average, by far, but proportioned correctly to fit her form, but the size difference could be unsettling for . . . others . . . She really was trying her best to tame her tongue for the moment. As she stood erect, you could practically see the thought popping into her head as the look of realization spread across her face. Holding her blade forward, she spoke firmly. "Birth, Blushweaver." As she spoke, the Zanpakuto's blade began to fold outward int a myriad of strips of cloth of nearly every color under the sun. The ribbons sank deep within the earth and rose in a twisted single pillar from the ground at Aigneis' feet as she leaned forward and let out a long breath. The Chromatic Breath leaked from her body a prismatic mist that imbued the ribbons with her aura. "Repair." she spoke, forming a firm thought of what she intended the ribbons to do into her mind's eye. The now glowing ribbons of innumerable hues spiraled away from the pillar and began working to clear debris and rubble, put stones back where they had come from initially and gently wrap and carry individuals they found to the medics in the area among a variety of other simple tasks. She was surprised herself at the complexity of some of these tasks. Dividing their efforts like that, they generally could only complete more mundane functions, it just went to show that she was getting more talented with Awakening, but it also showcased how much of an asset Blushweaver proved herself to be.
Turning her attention back to the gentleman in front of her, Aigneis seemed nearly surprised that he was still there, she had been a bit consumed with the coordination of her and Blushweaver's talent for a moment. "I figured since I went through all the effort to come out this way, I might as well contribute." she spoke with a shrug and a wistful look in her eyes. Aigneis had two primary moods "I'm not happy" and bedroom eyes. This did not denote the extent of her personality, but they were definitely two primary contributing factors to building what is her whole personality.
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2018 8:02 pm
xx═════════════════════════════════【Nikuya】x✖x【376】x✖x【Kensei】【Discipline】x✖x【Respect】x✖x【Resolve】SPD: 26 x✖x STR: 110 x✖x DEF: 110 x✖x STA: 110 x✖x INT: 10x✖x SP: 10═════════════════════════════════Nikuya just finished letting a piece of rubble fall, slamming into the ground with earth shattering force. Dust flumped up around him and settled on his bronzed flesh, giving him an ashen look. He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, smearing the caked on smut across his arm. Dark locks of feathery hair stuck to brazen skin in matted clumps. His breath escaped between his fangs in a steady hiss. Nikuya straightened his back and popped his spine. That was when he noticed the approaching palanquin. A gigantic structure, carted by a throng of followers. What could only be described as an empress stepped forth, her dress' train never touching the ground as it too was supported by servants. She was a giant, massively tall. Her alabaster skin practically glowed in the high noon sun, perfectly unblemished. She moved with the authority of queen. She nodded her stately head as she observed the rest of the congregated shinigami as they worked. Then she approached Nikuya, towering over his shorter stature. She was nearly three heads taller than him. He had to crane his toned neck just to make eye contact. Aigneis, she introduced herself as, from the thirteenth division. Then she let a question hang on the air. "Nikuya. Eleventh division." He answered her, his voice nearly devoid of emotion, as he lifted more rubble and pushed it aside. "The pillar exploded." His answer was terse, tinged with dolefulness. She spoke of her attendants, which Nikuya could only assume meant the people carrying her palanquin. They refused to address her? Surely if she was of a higher rank than them they would have no choice but to answer her if she commanded? Such was their duty. His face briefly twisted as he thought of someone shirking their responsibilities, no matter how insignificant they thought they were. This woman, Aigneis, was much too close for comfort Nikuya came to realize. He had been lost in his own thoughts, but her bemused face was inches from his own. Her intoxicating scent filled his nostrils as he met her carnelien gaze with his own goldenrod eyes. A soft simper spread across her painted lips as honeyed words breathed out of her slender throat. "Likewise." He answered brusquely as he continued to work. He didn't really have time for these white collar pleasantries, there were lives to save and homes to rebuild. The giantess summoned a plethora of ribbons, each a different facet of color that danced to her whim. They reached out and firmly grasped the rocky terrain, lifting a twisted pillar from the ground at her feet. Prismatic breath seeped out between her plump lips as she spoke in a commanding voice. Repair, a single word that left her mouth like a royal decree. The ribbons spiraled away from the pillar and went to work cutting, clearing, and repairing debris. Not only that, but they quickly went to work rescuing the injured and infirm. She then turned her attention back to Nikuya and seemed to be genuinely surprised he was still standing there; He was holding a fallen wall up as rescuers pulled a maimed shinigami from beneath the shadow of the broken partition. He smirked as she spoke, she was giving a playful shrug and a rueful expression. "I appreciate it." He replied, giving her a soft, beholden smile. His narrow eyes became black slits as the smirk reached the corners of his face.
Words in post: 577 x 1.2
Total Words: 6555 (Rebuild)
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xxx Aigneis bowed her head in acknowledgement to this . . . Nikuya. Eleventh Division? That was the battle division, if she was remembering correctly. Very amendable. There were several of the divisions that she wasn't particularly clear on what their functionality was, but the eleventh was one with a particularly transparent purpose. Eyeing his muscles, she could see that he was incredibly apt for combat, though somehow he still wasn't what she imagined the Eleventh Division men to be like. Though he had returned her compliment in kind, he wasn't drooling over her like he would've imagined they would, with her voluptuous form. Not that she minded, she wasn't particularly interested in this man, though her bedroom eyes never left her face as she lifted her hands before her and clapped twice, summoning her attendants over with the palanquin. "Raised seat." she stated simply as the number of servants managed to lift the palanquin to around waist height to Aigneis, the arms of the palanquin folding down into a leg position. After they were presumably locked into place and checked for durability, Aigneis climbed into her seat. Her attendants looked visibly nervous, glancing towards Nikuya. One attempted to lean in to Aigneis, the man receiving a backhand to the mouth. Annoyance flared on Aigneis' face and for a brief moment that Aigneis managed to miss, intense anger on the attendant's. "Apologies, ma'am" he would then respond with a curtsy before backing away, directing his glare at Nikuya. Not nearly as seething as before, much more subdued, but not happy, none the less.
"Now. I've only arrived a short while ago, confined to my quarters by my attendants. They assure me you Shinigami are all barbaric in your ways and it would be a danger to be out and about without proper protection." At this, the head attendant, seeming to be so by his distinct robes, broke his gaze from Nikuya, turning to the giantess and holding a finger up in protest. A trickle of prismatic breath escaped Aigneis' lips as a red ribbon immediately emerged from the ground before her, catching the breath. "Quiet!" she would command loudly, the ribbon catching the breath and wrapping around the man's head, covering his mouth completely. "I have informed my attendants their worries were ill placed, but they still torment me so. If it wasn't for the Council, I--" she began, trailing off, rubbing her temples lightly. "If I am to aid your . . . Soul Society . . . to the height of my capabilities, I need information." she continued, now getting to the heart of her 'inquiry'. "Your Seireitei's barriers, do you happen to know who's crafted them? Can they not be extended out to these outreaches of the Rukongai?" she began, then looking about at the dejected faces of the lower class citizens about them. "Ah. I understand. The barriers also are in place to separate the prestigious from the riff raff. I can't say I can blame them too much, but what need have you to worry about the common folk?" she continued in an almost inward monologue. She was rather ignorant to the ins and outs of everyday culture. Her 'life' as a Returned was all that she knew and that was vastly different from what one would classify as ordinary. Aigneis brings a finger to her chin, tapping it thoughtfully as she gazes southward towards the Seireitei itself, her brows wrinkled with the expression of deep thought. The ribbons of cloth seeming to have organized themselves into groups. The orange sorting the rubble, red lifting and putting things back into place, blue carrying the sick. What once was a disorganized mass of color, each ribbon doing what they could, now was an organized group working together as one cohesive unit.
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2018 1:13 pm
Isabella Kiyoshi Squad 4 Soldier Isabella left the medical tent through the rear exit to get some fresh air. She took a few deep breaths as she put her hands over her head, trying to figure out in her head what had happened in the tent. She thought a bit of the soldier that had the pillar shard embedded into their body, it had changed them, she was sure of that. She glanced back in the tent for a moment as she managed to put the issue behind her, figuring his death hadn't been in vain if the twelfth division could figure out what happened to him. After a deeper breath, she went back into the temporary hospital as four patients were brought in. She looked at the four, each from different divisions, as they were set in beds right next to each other. She quickly put on a new set of gloves as she readied her healing custom, and put an examination mask over her mouth and nose to prevent accidentally infecting the patient's wounds as she walked to the new patients. She looked the two on the South side of the wall over as she heard comments about people bringing in food for the search parties and medics. She ignored it for now as she charged her custom, her fingertips glowing a soft green as she used her spiritual energy to heal a soldier from the fifth division with a broken arm and internal bleeding in her stomach, starting with the stomach wound before setting the arm so she could fuse the bones back together. When she was done, she moved onto a patient from the sixth division who had a broken tibia and a fractured skull, blinking as she heard and felt her stomach growl softly. She set her hands on the man's head and focused her attention as she muttered "your head should feel better soon." When the energy stopped going through to his skull, she focused her attention on the man's leg and moved it gently to set the bone, commenting, even though the patient was asleep, "this won't take long to fix, luckily it isn't your knee or femur." When she felt it was aligned correctly, she dumped energy into the break to have his body rapidly regenerate the one, closing the gap to fuse the tibia. With those two done, she walked across the aisle to the remaining two patients. She looked over a civilian, and figured that they would be able to move to a nearby hospital as she saw she was luckily alright. She closed a few moderate cuts on her neck and face to keep them from getting worse before moving on. She paused as she heard her phone go off, but didn't check it for now as she looked over the last patient. She frowned as she saw it was a student from the academy, and sighed softly as she figured he was fifteen. She paused as she remembered she wasn't much older, as well as the fact the student could be older than he looks figuring she was dating a woman who was over 9 centuries older than her as she checked him for injuries. She blinked as he woke up and stared at her, and lightly blushed behind her mask as he asked, "hey..wanna go out later?" She looked him over a bit as she answered "I'm flattered, but I'm seeing someone.." She would add to her commentary as she found a small puddle of blood from her fingers touching it, "that's not good." She looked the injury in his arm over as she wondered why he didn't notice, and slowly removed the piece of rebar out of the student's arm. A small burst of spiritual energy would close the hole, and heal the damaged nerve endings as she noticed his fingers twitch softly. With that done, she helped him off the bed after giving him a tetanus shot as she commented, "my advice is to help out around here to attract possible attention. Even if you can't get anyone's number, you may get to graduate early." When he was out of the temporary hospital, she would go around once more to check on patients, and throw her gloves and mask off when she found there weren't any patients who wouldn't survive being moved. She would wash her hands in a sink, humming softly as she scrubbed before going outside to find the talked about food delivery. She would grab a boxed lunch and a bottle of water, and sat down to eat calmly as she let out a soft sigh. Overzealous Orange Congressmen: Zanpakuto State: inactive / shikai
HP: 325/325 SE: 205/205
Word Count: 769 * 1.8 = 1384
Word Count for rebuild: 769 *1.2 = 922
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2018 2:48 pm
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【Nikuya】x✖x【376】x✖x【Kensei】
【Discipline】x✖x【Respect】x✖x【Resolve】
SPD: 26 x✖x STR: 110 x✖x DEF: 110 x✖x STA: 110 x✖x INT: 10x✖x SP: 10
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Nikuya watched with as Aigneis bowed her head and commanded her vassals to create a seat for her. She moved with the grace of a queen. She was obviously used to commanding vast amounts of authority. Nikuya met eyes with the attendant that was shooting him a sour look. Oh. He thought he was a big shot, eh? Nikuya's eyes narrowed into wolfish slits as he stared the attendant down. Nikuya was a calm individual, but he was not one to be cowed into submission by some servant with an attitude problem. No doubt to the assistant, it was like a lion staring down a field mouse. Every muscle in Nikuya's lithe frame tensed as he sized up his prey, like a predator preparing to pounce on a wounded animal. Then Aigneis spoke, momentarily breaking Nikuya's raptorial gaze and shattering the aura of killing intent. The attendant's mouth was sealed shut by a red ribbon that completely encased his head; The sour attendant was wrapped up like a mummy from the neck up. "We are barbaric." Nikuya spoke, his hawkish eyes travelling from the silenced man up Aigneis' tall, voluptuous form. He didn't elaborate as he relaxed, his muscles glistening with sweat where they weren't coated with the dust of shattered buildings. She spoke of extending the barrier to the Seiretei beyond the wall, something that was beyond the breadth of Nikuya's knowledge. She asked if he knew who crafted them aaaaand, he did not. "My knowledge extends to combat." He answered dryly, Nikuya crossed his arms as the rest of the rescuers bustled around him. He was starting to understand that this woman was not a shinigami like him, despite the similar spiritual energy that she exuded. Of course, Nikuya was not the most refined when it came to sensing spiritual energy. Perhaps there was a slight deviation that he was not able to pick up on. Aigneis was lost in thought as Nikuya went back to helping the recovery efforts. He had no idea who or what Aigneis was, but he was confident that if she was a threat that he would be able to apprehend or kill her and everyone of her attendants. She was helping, for now, but she wasn't actively making any effort besides her ribbons of color being hard at work. She seemed to be the type that never had to work for herself, instead relying on others to do the work for her. She was royalty at her roots.
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