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The white hair butler,bowed in front of eva and stepped behind her listening to her command,and nodded that was all to show respect of her words and what she had to say,"I am sorry my master, I orichie will try not to show a violent way,"Orichie stood behind her petting his snakes inside his jacket,watching Eva moves and nodded in agreement when she said,"you need proper manners" This shini didn't seem to to like us bounto and Orichie didn't really like the shini attitude anyways.
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2018 8:58 pm
James was still shook up by the recent vandalism of his non-genetic father's shop. All he was trying to do. Was give the people in the area some sense of normalsy. He had no idea how long the poison would linger in the shop. How to clean the air or even what type of protection he would have to wear. In order for it to be safe to venture back into the shop. His own health was an after thought. That shop was his own world an someone had attempted to destroy that. He clenched his fist in anger. The wrath of this spiritual sword would Pierce the heart of the disreptable naive who dared to mess with his purpose. (120 words)*1.5 = 180) ( 2,371 unspent total words)
With James in the street, he was vulnerable to attack, not just from Hideki, but from the elements of the hostile zone that the Residential District was. Hollow prowled for souls and spiritually aware individuals regularly, and now with a ton of dead, this place was ripe for the picking. His evil laughter could be heard as he slunk past James in his Mist form, a whisp of darkness the only thing the Quincy might see as it rushed around him and kept dancing just out of view, on the corner of his peripheral vision was were Hideki lurked. "That poison gas was awfully nice, hmmm? Usually punks suffocate with just a taste of Red Lotus, but you must be spiritually aware, huh? Dangerous place to be...out in the open. Hollow will devour you, but then again, there are a number of Bount in the area who might just do the same to you. You should probably go make some friends~.", he taunted the Quincy delightfully as he waited to see how James would react. He was not going to strike or even make a formal appearance unless the time was right.
For now, he only needed to push the young spirit warrior in a direction... to the others. If this fledgling soul was going to learn anything about the world, he was going to need allies, or else people like Hideki were likely to murder him without a second thought. This was Hideki's own round-about way of getting help with the rebuilding and purification of the residential area. Nobody needed to operate a crane, per say, but they did need to eliminate any threats that showed themselves.
Some might consider what Hideki was doing as an act of good, but no, it was simply creating chaos. Chaos was the primordial soup of possibility to the hybrid ninja. His Bount heritage drove him to murder and devour, but in this instance, it assisted him in tipping the dominos. One push was all it would take to begin moving things forward, and potentially to revealing the bigger threat to the world. Whatever lay beyond the portal. That was what mattered now, not a defiled and poisoned ramen restaurant.
"...is enough to defeat you."
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- Tossed a poison smoke-bomb into the restaurant; Unless James has more Stamina than Hideki's Intelligence [100], His stamina is reduced by -5, and a further -5 each post he remains in the restaurant... to a cap of -20. [2/4 Posts]
lanceknightmare
Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2018 9:50 am
Tai Mao
xl Xero xl
Ralns Of Castamer
Sorfildor
Soria "Oh why---" Soria was about to say further but Sorfildor put her arm in front of Soria blocking her and speaking mentally to her"We don't got time Soria, i know you want to act in my defense. Both of them are correct, its partially my fault since i can't speak on my own and i can see without me able to speak on my own to them, its rather rude. Soria, don't be hasty to fight someone or speak harshly in my defense, its not proper ok." Soria face expression changed a bit due to Sorfildor's mental message and she nods her head understanding what Sorfildor is saying. Sorfildor looks around and hears someone calling out asking if someone is needing help."Soria, i can tell you are tired, for right now go back to the sealed form please." Soria nods understanding and goes back into sealed form appearing around Sorfildor's neck looking like a necklace. Sorfildor goes over to the young man Zuriel and with her head looks over to rocks that are covering a building's entrance that survived the explosion. Sorfildor motions for Zuriel to come with her, demonstrates in front of him as she lifts rocks up a bit and tosses it to the side motioning to him she needs help uncovering the building entrance to a unscathed building. Sorfildor keeps at it working very hard to uncover the entrance to the building ruins as she wanted to know what type of building it was and hopefully get it back and running of course. It could of been a very important building or structure for the resident district in the World Of The Living. 277 words
James saw the shadow as it moved past him. The form was just a blurry shadow. The non-definition made the figure look like they were being destroyed. Instead of the fast moving cloaked object that it really was.
James spoke in a gruff manner. I've already killed one Hollow. The second one who tried to run me through. Has a gash on it's stomach and is missing a piece of it's left foot.
This was false confidence he was showing. The first Hollow had been destroyed by a power he had just become aware of. That slaying had only been to save his family. Because he saved them. James was forced to leave. Because they feared him after that.
The second Hollow had tried to play with him. Lulling him into a false sense of security. It wanted to feed on his spiritual energy. Though it clearly hadn't wanted him dead enough. That creature could have killed him. Instead it chose to not take the gamble with it's life.
A thinking Hollow was a strange thing to him. We're Hollows just mindless creatures which feed on spiritual energy? The need to feed was the most basic of causes. Though this creature had made a calculated decision. He hadn't seen morality in the creature. Though it had spoken of indiscriminating slaying of the Hollow kind. A trick? Was the beast just trying to make him feel sympathy for the creature? Maybe it just wanted him to drop his guard.
Then again, that couldn't be it. He had clearly sensed something in both Hollows. A sadness resided in the first beast. Perhaps it hadn't wished to harm his family. There had only been a small hint of evil intent in the creature. Though the feeling had only Rose to the level. Of someone who was about to assault another.
He was a human with spiritual powers. The name of what that was escaped him. The creature had called him a Quincy. He would have to remember that.
His family wasn't exactly normal. His real father had been normal enough. Though, there had been talk about his uncle's family. His uncle was an exceptional business man. One of those people who could have worked anywhere. Then there was his wife Jade. Jade's boy had the same first name as him. Though there last name. He remembered playing with his cousin James when they were younger. His cousin James had once told him a bedtime story Jade had told him. About another planet hidden behind the moon and a dangerous monster. The monster thought of itself as a hero. Though all it did was destroy. It couldn't help but protect through the means of annilation. His cousin said the story always ended. With, one day the beast will come for you. It will be kind and it will be gentle. The creature will probably take the form of an old man. Though all it really wants to do is make you like him.
James stopped spacing out and focused on the here and now. This figure circling him had thrown a poison smoke bomb at him earlier. He would have to be ready for there attack.
James hand sparked brightly. Then he closed his eyes for a moment as he pictured the blade forming in his hand. When James opened his eyes. There was a focus in them that had not been there before. A blade out of a fairytale was now in his hand. One which would have been illistrated in the hand of a valiant White Knight onto his perfect specimen of a horse. (602 words)*1.5 = 903) (3,274 unused words)
【Discipline】x✖x【Respect】x✖x【Resolve】 SPD: 20 x✖xSTR: 115 x✖xDEF: 115 x✖xSTA: 120 x✖xINT: 10 x✖xSP: 10 ════════════════════════════════ Nikuya took one long drag on his cigar, the glow of the embers glowing bright orange as he finished off the stub. He let the smoke billow out of his nostrils as he flicked the bud away, towards the bounto feet. He sighed and stretched his back, his right hand pressed firmly into the small of his spine. "Yeah. Smoke break." Nikuya answered Evangeline. "Helped finish repairing and rescuing back home." The bronzed man coughed as his back popped several times. "Got to make sure you monsters don't eat anyone." His voice was completely monotone as he answered. He was right, of course. The bounto needed to feed on humans to sustain themselves. He equated what they were doing to little more than attending their cattle. Without consuming the souls of innocent people, bounto eventually withered and died. Just like any other mortal. "And make sure no hollows show up." Nikuya was no longer looking at the three assembled. "What's your excuse?" He asked, noting that they too were just loitering around and chatting each other up. He kept scanning the area for anything remotely dangerous, besides the three disgusting creatures already here. They could pretend they were nice all they wanted, bounto were vampires. Parasites at best. They did nothing but feed on the souls of mortals. Just like hollows. They were no better in fact. No matter how much they pretended that their efforts were humanitarian in nature. A soft breath escaped his lip as he walked forward and started helping people hand out water and medical supplies, keeping a watchful eye on the predators assembled. Like wolves among sheep. If they were wolves, then Nikuya was a Bucovina shepherd dog.
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xxx Aizawa's reddened eyes scanned the area, an oddity standing out to him. "I will return." he would speak shortly to Sayla, the woman perhaps needing a moment or two to think about what he had laid before her. What had stood out to him was the presence of a rather strong Shinigami gathered among a group of an oddly large number of bount. Aizawa had noticed the number of Bount and Dhampir increasing in the area as of late . . . perhaps something he would need to look into. This entire while, Aizawa's mind was practically on auto pilot. The weaker register of spiritual presences deeper into the city were growing by the moment, spiritual powers being awoken, presumably by the blast of spiritual energy even as he stepped away from the Mod Soul. Appearing before the largest collection of individuals, Aizawa's expression was . . . a fair bit more than grim. The white energy that was pouring out of him would be the same energy pouring about the area, clearly marking him as the source, the entire area coated in a pure aura that seemed to be reversing or 'negating' the damage that was done to the area, buildings simply being rebuilt around them and even lives of lesser spiritually aware being restored to them. "What seems to be the problem here?" Aizawa would ask, raising a hand and patting Zuriel firmly on the back. Perhaps a bit TOO firmly. His Quincy Nen signature would stand out among the warmer Bounts and specifically to Aizawa's eyes. Nen detection was always much easier when he was standing within Holy Land's boundaries, the white backdrop making it rather easy to pick out signatures. Aizawa had shown up right as the corrupted Quincy spoke up. "Of course we do." he spoke, his eyes narrowing just a little. There was no further response at the moment. Something seemed familiar about this man's . . . reaitsu, but Aizawa wasn't currently able to put his finger on it. Aizawa's attitude was on edge, but even in this state he could tell that this situation between the Shinigami and Bount were very on edge and though he was willing to put a bit more faith in the Shinigami than he was in the past and Bount fed in a less than ideal manner, if Bount and Dhampir were willing to try and wrangle their natures in for the greater good, he was going to give them a shot. It was the way Our Lady Shinra would have wanted it. He inhaled and exhaled briefly before continuing. He forced a slight smile onto his face, the corners of his mouth barely turning up before he commenced. "Look. It's been a rough day for us all--" he cut off, temporarily distracted by a thought the Shinigami presented him with. "Any and all help is appreciated, though I do understand your concerns." Aizawa would continue, addressing Nikuya directly at the end. "Am I to understand that something similar to this has occurred in Soul Society, yes?" Aizawa had pieced together that there were multiple pillars from the way that they childish being, whatever it may be, and from communications between Shinigami and Section 9, the bit of information he'd gathered from them. "So presumably this same thing has occurred within the sands of Hueco Mundo as well . . . " he trailed off a bit, looking again to the faces before them. "How many of you would be willing to step through that portal, if it comes to it?" Aizawa asked directly, motioning towards the vortex replacing where the pillar once stood with his head. "We're going to need all hands on deck for whatever may lay on the other side and to deal with those beasts after everything is over with. I fully do not expect our temporary 'ceasefire' to last much longer." Aizawa would speak simply and clearly about his feelings towards the Hollow kind and about what he was expecting of those gathered here.
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Zuriel grins broadly, exposing his fangs in a friendly manner, even with a slightly sly smirk dancing in his eyes when Aizawa clapped him on the back. There was something somewhat familiar about his reiatsu, though he has a sense that he was potentially related to somebody he had briefly met. 'Uncle Jazz might know this man,' he muses. The smirk of familiarity, if not playful amusement, is not dampened by the sense that he may be a bit off-putting to those who were spiritually aware. Full-bloods tend to feel superior to half-bloods and he knows it. However, he simply does not care. In his mind and heart, he is first and foremost the grandson of the Vampire High Lord. Why would he care what people think of his mixed heritage? Secondly, and more importantly in his mind than even that fact is the matter that he is nothing if a mensch and a gentleman, and to that end, he means to remain personable and of assistance to those in need of aid. A bount woman takes this opportunity to show him what needs to be done physically. "Well, I gathered that. This is a rather unfortunate bit of rubble." As he speaks a small fleet of delivery trucks arrive with materials to work with. Zuriel takes off his jacket and folds it then chucks it onto the seat of one of the open vans. On his shoulder is a golden tattoo that is identical to Gakupo Kamui's symbol, the Solomon's Knot. "I was more looking to see where I should start, but I think I have a few ideas. I am not above physical labor. Let's pitch in," he calls out to the vampires who pop out of the vehicals laden with building materials and supplies. "Hopefully this will be of some help."
Mark Adams had wanted to get out of the house all week. He had heard about the destruction of the downtown area. His parents had told him not to go. Though they no longer had any moral high ground to stand on. Let alone the authority to keep him couped up in the house. What were they going to do? Send him to bed without supper? Perhaps he would get another verbal scolding? Which was something he already got on a regular basis. Sometimes for the most arbitrary of reasons. Like leaving his dirty socks laying on his bedroom floor. It was enough to make one go mad.
Mark casually walked into the edge of the destroyed town. His shoulders slightly tense. Like he was half expecting one of his parents to jump out of one of these nearby houses. This was foolishness almost at it's elemental level. His parents didn't even know Mark had left the house. They were also not even home when he left. His shoulders loosened up a bit. As he looked around at the nearby reckage.
His parents and him lived outside of town near the East end. His home had not been touched by the destruction. Though it appeared everything else here had been damaged in some way. With the exception of some of the sturdier buildings still intact. It looked as though alot of work had been done on the buildings recently. Though only a few of them were currently open for business. He decided to ask a clothing shopkeeper what had happened here in the town.
The shop keeper looked down his nose at Mark for a moment. Trying to figure out if he had seen him before. He had seen Mark around town before. Though knew very little about him. Except for some gossip about him and several other boys. Stealing from a grocery store. Though that had been quite a few years ago he had heard that. Maybe the boy had mellowed some. The shopkeeper spoke in a gruff manner.
Like I would know what happened. It was like the air suddenly ignited and half the town was wiped out. No one seems to know exactly how any of this happened.
The shopkeeper regretted his tone. He had just been thinking to himself that this boy might be alright.
Mark in a sort of disinterested way turned away from the shopkeeper. He was here to explore and find out what had happened to his town. A rabbit suddenly hopped near Marks left foot. He looked down at the creature. It didn't seem to be scared. He tried to pick the animal up. Though it scampered off into a slightly singed bush. That was growing near a newspaper stand that was not currently open. He looked over at the newsstand. There was a sign next to the closed sign. It said I'm getting out of here.
The newsstand owner. Had just enough spiritual awareness. To catch just a glimpse of a Hollow. That was all it took to send him running. Mark was one of the most unspiritually gifted people on the planet. He had heard of energy, power and all of that. Though he had none of that. He was physically stronger than others his own age. He sort of had to be. Choosing to sometimes fight the school bullies at school. He had to stay in shape. The faculty only saw him as someone who was fighting at school. Not as the protector that he was. It didn't matter anymore. He was eighteen so Mark was done with school.
He continued down the dirt sidewalk. Not paying much attention to his surroundings at this point. A random gruff looking man was standing next to a mailbox. He sort of gave Mark a keep walking type of look. Clearly the low lives had scattered to other parts of the town. While they usually just hung around the south end. Police usually did an ok job of patrolling and keeping order. He had heard of a few gangs. That also had order as there Moto. But they were either lieing or not everyone in there gang acted in accordance with the gangs Moto.
As the Mod Soul was doing her survey of the area, her H.U.D. would constantly flash with a red light around he field of vision. This was a warning about both the dangerously high levels of Jokaisho energy still radiating in the area, and the damages she had withstood from the pillar's explosion. She was still a bit shaken as a white energy washed over her, and the area, turning them into what looked a rough line sketch from an artist. The effects of this white wash seemed to reverse the damage to the buildings and people that were damaged in the blast. This gave actually gave the Powered Soul an idea, on how to deal with this massive destruction. Kneeling down and placing her palm on the scarred ground, she would use her own abilities to manipulate the environment around her. Breaking down the broken materials to speed up the slow rebuild of the residential district. An orange light flashed in the corner of her vision once before she had time to react to the angry, and heart broken, Quincy approached her asking a ton of quests all at once. Accusing Section 9 of the damage, asking what happened, and what was going on all at once. Following the string of question he had asked to become an interim Apparently, her processors where being bogged down by the damage, and rebuild process, and by them time she had come up with all the responses Aizawa had walked away. With her terrain modification in effect she was able to move, so she lifts herself from a knee, and begin walking with the man. "It was not us, Section 9 that is. As for what happened... as for as I can guess, due to our data being destroyed is, that a massive surge of energy flooded the crystalline pillar causing it to react as it did." Sayla would come to a complete stop as she caught herself, due to a gear in her left knee seizing up. "As for the plans to counterattack. We have none, if I knew the dangers and precautions needed to use that portal we could simply take the fight to them, but at the moment that is out of our reach." Her words possibly falling on deaf ears as Aizawa had continued to move despite her to the large group of people. "Welcome to Section 9..." Sayla would say softly as she mentally run though the members adding the Quincy as the first interim member ever.
Word Count: 3,881 Fixing the Residential District: 11,529/10,000
Ryuu Sanada
Divine Knight
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Ryuu Sanada
Divine Knight
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Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2018 4:01 am
Tristam d'Chevalier ~ Vampiric Knight ~
"To think I awake to this s**t..." Tristam would say in a rather unamused voice as the shockwave from the pillar's explosion had damaged his 'tomb' so to speak, and he now wondered into the remains of the residential district. His eyes scanning over the, now altered appearance, of the area letting out a sigh, "Not only is this place a mess... but it looks like someone forgot to pay the artist for color." It is not long till his gaze falls on a group a Bounto out in the open air of broad daylight. Deciding to go speak with them, the male would walk over to them, though they would be quickly approached by both Shinigami and Quincy. In a hurried step, Tristam made his way to the female Bounto's side, "What happened here?" He would ask lowly so that only her could hear him. As he waited for the response her brushed some of his silver hair from his face. His skirt between the Shinigami and Quincy, both of which were easily more powerful than himself. "Sorry, that I have come here so late, though I have to ask. What witchcraft is causing these building to repair themselves as they are?"
Evangeline would nod as Orichie apologized for his actions. "It's fine." If it had been any other time, she would have allowed him to continue. However the circumstances of the Residential District demanded a different course of action. The mute bount would leave without much of a word. Clearly she did not appreciate the amount of sass given to her on a silver platter. It was okay, not many could handle her attitude. However the other target of her sass, took it and dished it out right back her. "Oh I see." she would reply to the shinigami stating that he had finished cleaning up back home. Now he was here to help out, and to make sure that the monsters did not eat anyone. Oh he had jokes. She would not eat anyone, not in front of all these people at least. "We were working, we just stopped for a little chat." she would defend them. It was not long until a Quincy arrived. She assumed he was trying to diffuse the minor situation at hand. "I understand. I doubt we will hang out much longer." she would reply. He would continue to talk about the portal. She had not even noticed it yet. The portal was curious thing. What was its purpose? It was then that another one of her kind would arrive by her side, and asked what happened in a hushed manner. "The crystal exploded? I don't completely understand it myself." she would reply in a hushed tone. She would then look over to Orichie. "Let's leave. We can return if things get out of hand once more." she would say before motioning for him to leave with her.
Word Count: 283 Evangeline leaves the area en route to Redbrook Castle
-Vampirism Rank 1 -Black Flight -Vampiric Gaze -Mist Form ═════════════════════════════════
Oirchie,stood tall looking over everyone ,with his white hair blowing to the right from the breeze ,Orichie watched his beloved master and once she told him to come on and leave is followed her to the castle,"It was a pleasure meeting you all toodles."Orichie walked behind Eva making sure not to get into her, no one odd would follow them,"Also to the rest of the ,ones who was talkign to ma lady if u so desire to have more conversion meet us at Castle RedBook, good day lads".
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exiting to Castle Redbrook
Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2018 2:08 pm
Ryuu Sanada
Tai Mao
xl Xero xl
Ralns Of Castamer
Sorfildor
Soria Sorfildor then as she helps with the last of the building she then mentally speaks to Soria"I think its time for us to depart, the rebuilding here is done. Let the male know if he wishes to speak further with me, invite him to Castle Redbrook just in case." Soria then speaks to Zuriel"My mistress Sorfildor wants you to know if you wish to speak with her further follow us to the castle though Sorfildor understands if you don't." Sorfildor then seals Soria back into necklace form and leaves heading off to Castle Redbrook. [Exit to Castle Redbrook]
Mark had no idea what was going on in the town at this moment. He wasn't spiritually aware at all. If he was. Mark would have sensed the dangerous Hollows nearby. As well as his Quincy brother, who wasn't far away. Some assorted Shinagami, Bount, Hollow, Shinigami. As well as whatever else might be lurking around. Either to aid, harm or observe the weak. He felt as though he was being watched though. He looked around and there were many scattered around the area. Though no one seemed to be taking a particular interest in him at the moment. He heard the voice of a women suddenly in his head. The voice sounded like his Aunt Jade's. Though it couldn't have been.
I will watch over you. Not a single soul stealing creature shall harm you while I stand watch.
The voice had an accent to it. That wasn't similar to any accent he had heard in the area. Mark just shrugged his shoulders. Thinking the voice to be just in his head. He turned around and there was a man pointing a gun two feet from his face. The man started to speak. Though he suddenly just went limp and passed out. Mark looked at his surroundings. That man clearly wasn't well. Mark would have felt more at ease if he knew the truth. The voice of his Aunt Jade spoke in his head once again.
