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 Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 11:06 pm
Bright light and a tug coming from its side incited the creature to halt in its advancement and glance sideways while what appeared to be a net was thrown onto it. The Hainawa cord had wrapped itself around the creature’s torso, locking its enlarged right arm to its side and preventing it from staying on all fours. It wouldn’t need to, however, for an invisible force pushed it towards another Shinigami that had drawn her blade. The Shinigami’s weapon sank into the creature’s arm, but stopped when it made contact with bone. Black liquid gushed out in place of blood, spraying onto everything within a five feet distance from the creature. The flesh around its wound then started to bubble up much like it had before, hardening and squeezing around the intruding blade. The wound elicited an angry shriek from the creature, a sound that turned into what could only be described as cackling. The long katana that was connected to its right arm would suddenly release a stream of black liquid from where the blade and hilt met. The creature would then flick its wrist, whipping the blade in the direction Tanka. From that position and with its arm still bound by the Kido rope, it would be the back of the blade that would face the Shinigami, not to mention that it would be, at most, perpendicular to the creature’s body. In other words, the reach of the weapon was limited, but the creature had never intended to use the blade to harm Tanka. The movement would fling the liquid the creature had produced in Shinigami’s direction instead, but instead of scattering as normal liquid would do, it would take on the shape of a sharp whip, slicing through the air and inflicting damage to all in its path. Accompanying the attack would be a leap in the creature’s spiritual pressure. It wasn't the usual, crushing pressure as one would expect from a powerful spiritual being, but a suffocating one. It was as though the area around the creature had been filled with water, making breathing hard and moving even harder. It was something unusual without a doubt, but oddly familiar to Shinigamis that had been part of the eleventh division in the past century. TheNoMoreTokusatsuHero I think you meant "Bakudo" instead of Hado? Also, I would suggest you use this opportunity to start training for your Shikai. emotion_dowant
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2015 6:39 pm
 M*O*U*R*O*U *** T*S*U*K*I*G*EAs soon as the net lands on the beast, Mourou draws his Asauchi, he knows that the weak spot is the mask - breaking the mask would put this guy down, for sure. As he runs up though, he can't help but think about the sword fused to the beast's arm. This is the first contact, right? So, this sword can't be anyone's but... his. Could this thing actually be... One of their own? In that second of thought, the beast thrashes about and sends out a watery whip. Mourou doesn't see it coming and is cut across the chest, blood spilling from the wound. It is deep, but not enough to kill. However, the impact blows Mourou back a few feet. As Mourou tries to get up from the attack, the beast lets out a horrific cry as its spiritual pressure spikes and Mourou begins having trouble breathing. The wound and the pressure, it seemed like nothing was going right... No, not like this.Despite the wound and pressure, Mourou climbs to his feet, but he is leaning over like he's about to collapse. He reaches down to pick up his Asauchi, " Shinigami, Hollow, Arrancar, Vizard... None of dat matters." He raises his head and, for a brief moment, it looks as though dark flames filled his eyes.  Grasping his Asauchi with both hands, Mourou breathed in deeply, not caring about the pressure from the beast as he releases his own pressure, though it doesn't compare to the Captain's pressure, " Ya won't see me back down, not once." The illusion of flames still there, Mourou narrows his eyes, " Which makes me wonder, who's gonna die first? You... Or me?" He readies himself for the next move. No matter what happens, Mourou will try to strike the mask, hoping to smash it in one blow. [[OOC: You might be right, I will double check. Also, does this count as a Shikai Training Post? :/ ]] [Shikai: 10%(?)]
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 9:38 pm
As though it had suddenly caught a whiff of the most delicious scent that had ever graced this realm with its presence, the creature's head snapped with an audible crack to face the light-haired Shinigami. The dark flames flickering in his eyes fascinated the creature, but not in a good way. As the Shinigami launched itself at the creature intent on taking a crack at its still bubbling and shifting bone mask, the dense spiritual pressure retracted back into its body. It completely erased the creature's spiritual presence, making its strength impossible to read. Immediately after that, it suddenly reeled back in one swift motion onto its hind leg so that it stood at an unimpressive 5'8" with a few inches added by the spikes jutting out of its mask. Almost effortlessly, it spread its arm, shattering the net and sending a shock wave that would knock back Tanka and Ryan. At the same time, dark energy swirled into focus in front of the creature's supposed mouth gathering into what appeared to be a pitch black Cero. It was much smaller and released much faster, yet it still will pack as much damage as a regular one. It would be fired in the direction of the incoming blade. It would seem the creature was planning to meet Mourou head-on and was quite confident about it. TheNoMoreTokusatsuHero Yuki Pmed me saying that she probably won't be able to post till the weekend so I'm skipping her and forgetting the part where the creature took a swipe at Tanka Yuki Fujioka I'm taking the liberty of kicking the 2 NPCs that were a bit too close out of the way.
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 8:13 pm
M*O*U*R*O*U *** T*S*U*K*I*G*EAs Mourou hustles forward to try and strike the beast, he sees its head horrifically spin around to face him. At that moment, he feels the beast's pressure disappear, telling him one thing: it is about to use its energy, a sword is lodged into its arm. Without a doubt, ' it will use a Cero'. He has only seen examples of Cero, some video and mostly pictures, but it appears to be a beam of pure energy, shot in an area in front of the Hollow - as far as he knew - would obscure view below its mouth. Mourou, wasting no time as he did not know how quickly the Cero will be fire, tosses his Asauchi off to the right side and ahead as he grabs his blood-soaked black overcoat, " Hado #12: Fushibi." Right before the Cero is fired, Mourou throws the overcoat in the way as he throws his right hand to the side, " Bakudo #4: Hainawa, Fisherman's Reel." A trio of strong orange energy cord shoots out his right hand and latches onto a nearby streetlight. Using the constrictive properties of the Bakudo and his own pulling strength, he pulls himself out of the direct line of the Cero. However, he is not quick enough and the blast strikes his left shoulder, badly burning it. Even so, the flames in his eyes don't disappear, and only grow darker. Now was the time, while the beast is hopefully distracted by the explosion of his overcoat, he grabs his Asauchi. He finds that his left arm is unusable after the Cero grazing him, but he can still get a firm grip with his right. Rushing up, low and to the beast's left, he's hoping to strike upward and through the beast's head, but Mourou knows he is running close to fumes now, with the energy he has used and the blood loss he is suffering. This might be the last move. [[OOC: Sorry for the late reply, I was debating on whether or not to wait for Yuki to join back, but I figured I'd go ahead cause I LOVED THINKING ABOUT THIS POST. XD Also, Feiyimei, you were right, Hainawa is a Bakudo, not a Hado. XD]] [Shikai Training: 20%]
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 9:34 pm
__I V Y XX H E N N A__ Δ ____S E V E N T H XX D I V I S I O N XX C A P T A I N____ Ivy watched in awe as the blade pierced the creature, Tanka actually caused some damage, right? Seeing the blade get lower and lower, Ivy's hope for the blade to slice off the creatures arm raised to a new level. Her eyes completely locked on the action of Tanka, her eyes would watch the downfall of her hopes. Not breaking eye contact, Ivy pressed her teeth together slowly and hard, clenching her jaw. Whatever the creature was, it was deflecting the blade, high regeneration or something!
Tanka could feel her blade slicing through the creature like butter until suddenly it froze. Questioning what was happening, Tanka furrowed her brow and applied more pressure onto the blade. The instant she did so, black liquid gushed out and sprayed Tanka directly in the face. Caught completely off guard, Tanka released her blade and rushed her dirty hands up to her face. Rubbing the liquid all over her face, not helping the situation. Her blade flung backwards, smacking her before falling to the ground, thankfully it was the back of the blade, no harm inflicted.
Ryan seemed to freeze in place, his hand still stuck out while his eyes practically popped out of his skull from the image he was seeing. Not one on going out on missions, he didn't have much experience with blood, fighting, or just about anything other than books and computers. Body on lock down, he could feel it slowly freeze, a small shutter came from him as his fingers were obviously shaking.
Ivy, a few feet away, watched as the blood splattered all across Tanka. A few drops smashed against her uniform, going unnoticed. Eyes darting over to Ryan who was already terrified, despite nothing too serious happening. Then her eyes drifted to Mourou, catching the whip of liquid slice open his chest. 's**t..' Ivy would watch as Mourou would slither back a few feet, stunned.
Nostrils flared, Ivy stopped on the ground as she was about to release her shikai until she felt Mourou raise his spiritual pressure, trying to fight off the pressure of the creature. Furrowed brows, Ivy calmed herself, watching as the kid stood his ground. Her eyes shot over to the creature as its attention was drawn over to Mourou. Flinging off the net the creature stood a small feat of 5'8", also flinging away Ryan and Tanka in the process.
Attention drawn to the two helpless members, Ivy decided on aiding in the two and letting Mourou gain some battle experience. 'He'll do fine until I get these two into safety.' Ivy thought to herself as she stopped over to Tanka and used her arm to wipe off the liquid all over her face. Grunts and moans came from Tanka as Ivy hoisted her up, and started dragging her along side, moving over to Ryan. Tanka would trudge along and rub her eyes a bit more, her sight coming back to her. Ivy would release Tanka and stand beside the curled up Ryan who was shivering like no tomorrow. "You're not cut out for battle..are you?" Ivy would speak up in a sarcatic tone. "Come, you're gonna put us all in risk if you don't get up." Ivy would demand as she gripped his shaking hand and forced him to stand. In tears, Ryan stood, weak and pathetic. Tanka would reach over and help Ivy as the three moved out of focus, off to a safe place. 〔OCC: Didn't get much training done, huh? lol I'll leave to hide those two so you guys can have a bit more fun.〕
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 8:58 am
The Shinigami’s momentary disappearance startled the creature, but it quickly blinked away its confusion just in time to catch the pink haired Shinigami vanishing with the two subordinates that it had knocked back. That would be enough of a distraction to allow Monrou to pull itself into range for a strike with his zanpakuto. Only through sheer luck and the sturdiness of its mask did it avoid getting shish kebabed in the head. Instead, the blade sank into the side of its left jaw and snapped off everything that had covered the space between the left side of its nose and its left ear. The blade had met resistance that had turned the piercing attack into a cutting one, the force of it pushing the creature’s head aside, in the opposite direction. But not having the Shinigami in the line of its sight didn’t stop it from countering. From the wound on its arm came a veritable geyser of black liquid. So strong the burst was that it dislodged the sword that had been trapped there previously and propelled it a few feet away. That would be when things got weirder for the liquid suddenly changed path and doubled back to wrap the creature in a swirling mass pitch black water. It was more of an offensive move than a defensive move, for not at least. A strong piercing attack could still make its way through the dome, but the liquid was rapidly cooling, forming ice shards at its surface that would harm all that stood in its way. It would also harm the creature, but it did not seem to mind it that much. On the contrary, where it would cut and slice, white scales would appear to cover the wounds until the creature would be equipped with a veritable armor. What remains of human clothing would have vanished by then. With every passing seconds, it would look less and less human except for the gaping hole in its Hollow Mask. Yuki Fujioka Yea, sorry, am studying for midterms at the same time so I wasn't really super prompt with my responses. Next week is spring break for me so I should be faster.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 4:08 pm
M*O*U*R*O*U *** T*S*U*K*I*G*EAs Mourou's blade skims and slices through the mask, he knows he didn't cut deep enough. ' Dammit.' When the geyser of black liquid began spilling out of the wound, shooting Tanka's blade away, Mourou rolled to the side and out of the beast's line of sight. He gets to his feet, only for them to give way as he stumbles backwards. Looking down at his formerly white shirt, it is now dyed a deep crimson. He has lost too much blood. He returns his gaze to the beast, now encased in the liquid, which seems to be hardening every second, forming a defense. It's trying to buy time for it to regenerate! Mourou forces himself to get up, holding his Asauchi before him in a defensive stance, not that it matters much. He felt his energy lower, his pressure is barely there anymore. But the fact that it is forming a defense and not moving, that shows that it is feeling cornered. This may be the best, last chance for him to get at the beast. He musters everything he has as he moves forward, feinting to attack the monster as he actually rolls to the side to grab Tanka's dislodged blade. Grabbing the blade, he faces to the sphere of black liquid and stabs the blade in. Holding his free fist back, he gritted his teeth, " Hado #1 Sho, Five Finger Pistol." Punching the bottom of the sword, he hopes to shoot the blade through, damaging the beast in the process. Immediately after the Sho, Mourou rolls back and gets ready for what the beast wants to do next. [[OOC: Sorry for taking so long to post, was having trouble getting my creative juices flowing. XD]] [Shikai Training : 30%]
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2015 4:03 pm
The sword had hit home and, aided by the Shinigami's Kido spell, pierced the swirling mass of icy water with its tip. As though repelled by the spiritual pressure gathered inside the weapon, the water parted around the blade, once a regular sphere splitting and dissipating into the wind. It was as though the water had evaporated. Where it had once been stood the creature, zanpakuto lodged in the middle of its chest. It had been in mid leap, legs bent and body leaning forward when the blade had struck it, drawing blood out of its chest. Though the wound would normally be fatal, the creature simply lowered its head, yellow irises dragging its gaze downward towards the sword sticking out of its chest. It looked puzzled, as though uncertain what it was supposed to do with it. As though sighing, it exhaled loudly so much that steam would seem to pour out of its mask. A beat, then another, punctuated by bubbles of black liquid oozing out of the wound, and it reached down with its free hand to yank Mourou's zanpakuto out of its forming Hollow hole. By then, the blade and hilt would have been covered by the black liquid that gushed out of the creature's body instead of blood. Unfortunately, despite how much of it had been spilled, the creature did not look tired and , in the blink of an eye, it had vanished with a familiar whooshing sound. It reappeared behind Mourou, left hand still around Tanka's blade. It was holding it as though a javelin, one it would throw as soon as it landed from what could only be identified as a Shunpo.
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 9:45 pm
M*O*U*R*O*U *** T*S*U*K*I*G*E Mourou thinks that he's won, he tried aiming the blade towards the vital points, but his face changes from sweet victory to a pale despair. The beast was impaled, indeed, but it did not seem to care in the least, almost like a mosquito bit him and he was curious where it was. The beast yanks the Zanpakuto out of its body, slathered in black ooze. Looking back at the wound, Mourou notices a hole forming: its Hollow Hole. In that instant, distracted by the beast's development, it disappears from view and every hair on Mourou's head stiffens. It's coming. Whirling around, Mourou abandons his thoughts of plans, right now he needs to rely on his instinct to counter the beast's movements. As the blade was thrown, Mourou moves to grab it. Knowing that trying to wait to grab the handle would be too risky, Mourou instead lets the blade slip into his grip, slightly slicing his hand. Once he has a firm grip, he drops the blade into his hand, the blade backwards, " Two sword style isn't my thing, but I feel like two swords is my only shot, ya'know?" Holding both swords now, he charges forward, focusing solely on the beast's mask. As long as he breaks that, he wins. [[OOC: Sorry for taking so long to post again, been having issues coming up with more stuff for this fight. XD]] [Shikai Training : 40%]
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 8:47 pm
Unfortunately for the Shinigami, by the time the blade had left the creature's hand, the beast had dropped into a crouch. By the time the blade had been caught, the beast had been in position to propel itself forward so fast that it vanished with a swooshing sound. Unfortunately for the beast...the Shinigami had not staggered or retreated as it had expected. What had meant to allow the creature to give chase to a fleeing opponent became a move that sent it crashing face-well, mask- first into what the Shinigami would have brandished against it. Without a doubt, what had been in its path would have suffered damage or knocked backwards, but the beast wouldn't escape unscathed either. Its own speed and momentum became its worst enemy, cracking its mask even more so that its grotesque lower half snapped off. Smaller bits crumbled upon impact with the ground as its body rolled to a stop a few feet away from the site of collision. The damage done to such an important symbol of Hollowfication seem to temporarily revert the creature back to its original form, white scale receding and body proportions returning to something attribuable to a humanoid. Not only that, as the lower part of the mask had been ripped off, for the first time since Mourou's unfortunate encounter, the creature spoke. "Ow, ********. What the ********?"
Not exactly the most interesting or politically correct line, but it was something. Hopefully. At least when seemingly dazed, it was laying still and not trying to disembowel the nearest living thing. TheNoMoreTokusatsuHero I'm just as guilty. Even more so because I have no excuse. Just couldn't be bothered with logging in and RP at all. >,>;
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 6:31 pm
M*O*U*R*O*U *** T*S*U*K*I*G*EMourou was stunned when all he could see was sky for a moment, he had been blown completely back by the beast's high speed movement. He hears the mask crack against his two blades, which is a good sign. As Mourou rolls along the ground, the Zanpakutos slip from his hands, his head pulsing in pain. He reached his limit long ago, and that last hit practically killed him. He hears a voice come from the collapsed beast, its form had dropped back to a humanistic shape, the words clear as day. This had been a Shinigami who was undergoing Hollowfication, and it seems like the destruction to its mask brought him back a little bit. There was only a small window now, " Hey, over here!" He would try to get the man's attention so he would face Mourou. Grabbing a small pebble, he leans up on one arm and aims the pebble from between his forefinger and thumb, " Hado #1 Sho and #12 Fushibi..." Putting in a little bit of energy to create a small, controlled explosion, he shot the pebble at the mask, hoping to crack the rest of it off. Regardless of if it works or not, this would be the last move for sure. After the shot, Mourou would collapse and pass out from exhaustion and blood loss. [[OOC: Sorry for the delay, I figure I might as well make this the last post in the section, since I don't know when I'll get another clear chance at posting again. XD]] [Shikai Training: 50%]
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2015 4:28 pm
The beast turned man had brought a hand up to his face as though to reassure himself that it would be met with flesh and not bone. He was obviously very preoccupied and quite disoriented so much that he did not pay attention to the Shinigami he had knocked back until Mourou hollered at him, inciting him to look back up. While the combination of spell Mourou had cast was much weaker than what his opponent was used to, the fight had weakened both he and his inner Hollow. Both consciences had been busy dragging one another down so as to gain the upper hand over the other and the Shinigami's intervention had only worsened their condition, wearing them down until they were now defenseless. The controlled detonation struck him in the face, making short work of his upper body. From head to waist, the being was no more and what remained was left to collapse, unresisting under gravity's pull. Then, thin black swirls of smoke rose from the remains, seemingly dissipating after reaching a few meters high. It was a miasma of microscopic spiritual residues that had started spreading outwards. Albeit weak, no stronger than an ominous tickle, it was moving fast, letting itself be carried around by air molecules and spreading like spores. They were residues that had belonged to the Hollowfied being Mourou had just defeated. Like animals, it had little purpose in life apart from surviving to perpetuate its race. Yaroki quoting you in case you want to retrieve what's left of the corpse or do something about the whole situation. Queen Hera Kami It would be good if someone came to rescue Mourou's a**. Before he bleeds to death.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 8:43 pm
__I V Y XX H E N N A__ Δ ____S E V E N T H XX D I V I S I O N XX C A P T A I N____ Ivy took much longer than previously thought. That or their fight only lasted a few minutes. Ivy was unsure as she looked at the scene before her. Obviously confused, Ivy glanced around with her large hazel eyes. "W-what the..." Awe struck with the amount of damage the both could have done. Her eyes darted around the debree, looking for those familiar colors. Finding the color of Mourou on the ground, Ivy rushed over, jumping over whatever might be in the way.
Fumbling slightly, Ivy would fall hard on her knee's just before Mourou. Not really trained on anything medical, it was unclear of how hurt he was to her. Slipping off her haori, Ivy began to tear it into long pieces of fabric which she would use to wrap around every serious injury. "Yah, yah. Can you hear me Mourou?" Ivy would shout rather loudly, not moving the man much besides his body. She knew one thing for certain, never move the head of a passed out person, especially if blood is coming out. Of course she would have to eventually, but for now she was focused on stopping his bleeding.
"You owe me a new Haori." Ivy would comment as she shook her head, she could tell he was breathing at least. Glancing over his body, Ivy would nod slowly and wipe off some blood onto her pants. Looking upwards, Ivy would press her hands around her mouth like a cone "Tanka, Ryan!" Her voice was surprisingly loud and traveled a great distance, it wasn't necessary as they where simply hidden behind a house. The two would eventually be seen jogging, looking for their Captain "Get over here and help!"
"Careful now." Ivy would comment as she held onto Mourou's arm, draping it over her shoulder and grabbing onto his waist gently, Ryan did the same only on the opposite side. Tanka supervised and helped Ivy open the 'portal' to the Soul Society. Ivy wouldn't pay much attention to whatever was defeated, she'd have to ask Mourou later on. [exit to division four hopsital] 〔OCC: Didn't want to interrupt you guys! Gonna take Mourou to the hospital now~〕
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 10:01 pm
M*O*U*R*O*U *** T*S*U*K*I*G*EThe sound is very faint, but Mourou can hear it in the distance. A voice calls out to him, she asks if Mourou hears her. He feels the grogginess dissipate as his eyes slowly open. Above him, he sees the visage of his Captain, " Gah, shut it, no need ta' yell. I can hear ya jus' fine, Chief." Mourou looks over to his right to see his Zanpakuto, grasping it in his bruised and bloody hand. He remembers how he came to this situation, but the Captain's demanding of a new Haori snaps him from his thoughts, " Put it on my tab, wouldja?" He tries to maneuver himself to look over to where 'the beast' was, " What happened ta him? Did he come back from da Hollowfication process?" As Mourou is lifted up to head through the gate back home, he peers over his shoulder. Where the body of 'the beast' should be is nothing more than black swirls... And his remains. He had failed to save him. If only he could've struck the mask quicker, maybe he could've been saved! His thoughts began to falter as he slowly drifted, again, out of consciousness. [[OOC: What a great way to end this little adventure. Mourou just bleeding out and infected by Hollow energy. XD]]
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