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 Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 2:42 pm
INDENTThings were beginning to get too out of control. A fellow subordinate, Dyan, had suddenly revealed his true nature as a Visored, with the sudden appearance of one of the high Judges appearing and branding him a traitor. Takashi could not disagree; it was them that gave him his orders, and help to keep the balance of Soul Society. So, the least the man could do was return his gratitude and do his job correctly. But, just as the man's spiritual pressure skyrocketed outside the building, the competitors all around vanished, leaving to a new field of combat. However, Takashi could sense their power from afar, as a matter of fact, somewhere nearby... "The Rukongai District." Those three words held fierce and utter hatred; if these vermin had traveled to the place of innocent civilians and even one person was slaughtered in their wake, they would have Takashi to deal with. In an angry wave of spiritual pressure reigning down on the remains of the White Castle, Takashi disappeared, off to finish what had been started. Help the souls who had infiltrated his home, for Takashi will show no mercy.
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 9:07 am
 ɱα∂ ∂ѺɠxxxxxҚiyoshi ϒukimori xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxCaptain of the ❷nd Division And this is why you are dead. ►Surikizu no ifurito ▆ ▆ ●►Bakuha Ekaki ▆●►Senka ▆ ▆●► Kitsunebi ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆●
████████████████████████████████████████████I hope you enjoy fireworks. _______________________________ _ _ _ _______________
Kiyoshi had to resist the urge to roll his eyes when he realized that Hayate would be busy fretting over his wounded hands. Letting out an irritated sigh at Daichi's leave, the brunet glared at Hayate's retreating back. To think that he was older then the eleventh captain by only 3 years. What were feet for? Did he not see the urgency of the situation? Then again, not everyone was a efficient in hand to hand combat. Really, he had to stop finding excuses for everyone and why did he cared to begin with? The brunet shrugged to himself and winced at that idiotic move. The burns on his back had started blistering already and that simple motion was stretching his wounds and worsening his pain. Kneeling down to catch his breath and pressing his forehead against the cool metal of his scythe, he pondered what he should do next. "Perhaps I should reconsider jumping into the lion's den so soon. Let Daichi have his fun. Another judge has appeared so it will be his opportunity to suck up to that old geezer." Although he was not too fond of visiting the fourth division, his wounds will only get in his way and lead to his demise against captain level opponents. Simply gripping onto his weapon was a pain let alone swinging it. His usual fighting style also required agility that his state was currently deprived of. Scythe shrinking to the size of a sickle once more and hooked onto his sash, Kiyoshi prepared himself for one hell of a shunpo. His back hurt like hell, but he couldn't exactly say that he was a stranger to pain. Nevertheless, he was not a masochist and vanished in a brisk movement. Hopefully, he had mustered enough energy to reach the medical ward in one go so he won't need to go through the agonizing process once more and he prayed that they could patch him up fast enough.
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They will be the last thing you see.
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(Exit to Medical Ward)
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 4:09 pm
Madarao Sugiura
Rank: Captain || Division: 10 ||
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Everything was shooting to hell on a freight train. Tengo, one of the Central 46 Judges made an appearance and volunteered Madarao to take care of the Vizard issue, alongside a guard of the Zero Division. He wanted to object, but he settled with a lazy sigh. Suddenly, the enemy beat a hasty retreat to the Rukongai and several of the captains, including the Captain Commander, raced after them. Now, it wasn't that the easygoing Head of Squad 10 didn't want to protect his home, but he just wasn't in a hurry to blindly charge into something he knew absolutely nothing about. Well not like he was about to in the last few minutes. Sheathing his zanpakuto, Madarao took out a fresh toothpick, placed it in his mouth and climbed through the hole of the White Castle's wall. It was time to wander the streets again before things really got out of hand.
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