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 Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 2:04 pm
Daven moved a bit to the side, avoiding Ricardo's attempt to bump into him. After all, unranked squad members such as he aren't worthy enough to touch a Captain.
He heard the insubordinate remark that the fool made, and ignored it.
He returned his attention to the Lieutenant. "Did you get the orders I sent to you via the Hell's Butterfly five hours ago?"
He never understood the impulse that overcame the squad member to attack.
Daven found himself grabbed and shoved, and Ricardo was saying something about having a list and Daven was first on it in that evil condescending tone that made it a threat.
Daven thought quickly, very quickly and came to an irrevocable decision.
The moment Ricardo's hand touched his shoulder, Daven reacted. A swift punch to his throat, which he had no chance of dodging, collapsed his larynx. Daven finished his opponent off with spear-hand strikes to his Soul Chain and his Spirit House, making sure that Ricardo would die and not be able to be revived.
"For insubordination, for attacking a Captain with no provocation, for putting hands on a Lieutenant without invitation and for threatening a Captain, I find you guilty and execute you forthwith, by my own hand. I shall contact your Captain to come retrieve your corpse and return you in disgrace to your family."
Daven watched as his life fled from his eyes.
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Daven's body spasmed and he shook. He had the dream again. Ever since that fateful day, he kept having that nightmare, over and over.
It wasn't that killing was unfamiliar to him, it wasn't that he was having a problem dealing with having made the decision. It was something else, something that dealt with him and his psyche on a very fundamental level. There was something very very wrong.
He wondered idly if he should contact someone from 4th Squad to help him with his mental processes. Maybe he should go home for a while.
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About a week later, he had finished his preparations to go home for a while. The Kitsune court wasn't a place that most would think of as "home", but it was a location he felt comfortable moving through, as he was born and raised in this royal environment.
He had never been in the highest level of the Court, but now he came back to see what he had earned.
Upon arrival, he went to the oldest Nine Tailed Kitsune there. It wasn't that he was the ruler of the Kitsune, but in practice he was the leader, as much as the Kitsune could be said to have a leader.
Daven presented himself as protocol demanded. Still in his clothes from the Sereitei, zanpakto and uniform on. He looked around the fancy dress and kimono of the ladies, as well as the beautiful outfits on the men.
He had forgotten the splendor of the Court. Everyone who was anyone came here at one point or another, and he was no exception. He finally felt at home, even though he would be driven away in less than a week by the sheer chaos of this place.
He waited to be announced. As he did he looked around, glad the mask hid his features. He saw many Kitsune that he knew from previous days, and they hadn't changed much. And that was the problem with this Court. The constant chaos and at the same time the stasis was maddening.
He heard himself announced.
In silence, which was odd for this court, he moved forward. He stopped at the foot of the dais and bowed in humble acknowledgment. "Eldest Brother, I, Daven, present myself as returned from my far travels."
The Eldest smiled. "Daven, welcome home! You have been missing from this court for a long time now."
Daven stood again. "Yes I have been gone. I have been traveling among the planes and among the humans, learning and growing. As you see, I left here an Eight Tailed Kitsune, and I earned my Ninth tail in my travels.
"As part of that travel and part of the growth I have had, I will tell you may tale."
He started in on the story of the last three thousand years of his life. He talked about being a mercenary, a samurai and then becoming a Death God. He showed his zanpakto to the assembled Kitsune and showed his Shikai and Bankai releases, showing his power. He knew that they were unimpressed by power, but craft and guile were the most admired qualities.
While he didn't have many stories of guile, he did talk about what he did know. He could tell that he was impressing some, but most were bored. With that he knew that while he was allowed to be here, he was the one thing that was a crime among the Kitsune, he was a bore.
He finished his tale and the Eldest said "Welcome home then. Stay and take refreshment and participate in the Court. You are well come and welcome." And once he had said that, the Eldest turned his attention to other matters.
Daven faded into the background, his duty done. He was on his own now, able to come and go as he saw fit.
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He moved around the areas he knew from when he was younger. He remembered one lady, a kind three tail, who might be able to help him. She was very experienced in using illusions and mind games to get what she wanted, and she might be the one to talk to.
He found her right where he remembered her to be. She was after all, his teacher.
"Greetings, Sensei. I hope this student has been a credit to his Teacher."
She looked up at him and smiled a large vixen grin. "Daven, it's been millennia! How are you doing?"
He sat with her and took tea with her, while telling her about his exploits. He was honest and went into greater detail with her.
He told her about the execution he had to do, and the resulting nightmares. He explained that he was waking up a lot and really upset when he woke. He asked for her advice.
She started making some passes in the air with her paws. He noted that she was drawing some runes in the air, and from long practice he translated them to see that they were to bring dreams to sight. He narrowed his eyes and let the magic flow into him, and he felt it draw out his dreams and fears.
All at once, he was reliving the scene again. He felt the emotions, he remembered his thoughts, and he started reliving it as though it were brand new. The adrenalin and the vision slowed down to a crawl, and he was able to see more of what was happening. He watched as his fist impacted Ricardo's throat, then the Soul Chain, then there was an extra flash when he hit the Spirit House location. He wondered what that flash was, it looked like a P of light that spread quickly all over him at the punch. He didn't get a clear look and couldn't identify it.
He came back to himself, and the vision faded.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 1:09 am
He spent several hours talking to her about the vision they shared. She questioned him, he questioned her. In the end, nothing was solved or discovered. All they both knew was that symbol wasn't one they had seen or knew anything about.
He thanked his teacher and took his leave of her. He would have to look in other areas.
Thankfully, the libraries of the Kitsune were about as complete as they got.
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Days later, Daven was ready to pull his ears off. He had worried a bald spot on one of his tails from messing with it, and it didn't help.
He had discovered a few things. That symbol looked like a P, it looked like Thorn in the Norwegian runescripts, it looked like a Z in Enochian, it looked like Pi in Greek. It could be any number of things and none of them made sense.
It didn't correspond to any known sigils of anyone of consequence. There would be no way to make Ricardo's name come out with that symbol if it was sigilized, even if it was converted into some esoteric script and then sigilized like a bindrune was, and there wasn't anything else.
Daven was really at a loss.
He put the papyrus back in the wood covers that protected it and set it aside. Logically if there was no information, then this must be something new. If that was the case, then he would have to figure out what was going on and work on it.
He started re-shelving books and putting scrolls away and so on. Once he finished that, which took him a half an hour, he gathered up some materials and moved to one of the tables where he could work.
He pulled out an ink pen (soooo much better than brushes in his opinion) and got a new journal ready. Into that journal he put everything that he had seen, felt, that happened to him, questions asked and thought contemplated. He put his researches and the references down so that he could find them at some other time.
He checked to make sure that the magical copy he caused to be created got all that information in it too. Now, when he updated his journal, no matter where he was, this copy would be updated too, so that there was a record of his investigations.
Having done all he could, he gathered up his stuff and put it in his messenger bag and moved off to his rooms.
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Much later, after he had dropped off most of his stuff in his rooms, he was in the meditation garden simply looking and spending time listening to the water. It was always good to listen to the elements. So much of a person's life was taken up with screening out things, selectively hearing some things, and not others, that it was a pleasure just to stop having to guard against hearing. To be was the goal, to be one.
From that basic start, he slipped into his standard training meditation. It was a necessary part of himself since he needed to go in and quell his bloodlust.
It was something he was not proud of. Normally he was aloof and quiet, calm and centered. He did things deliberately, he moved with purpose. He didn't waste motions and he worked to be precise and exact. He used the personal motto of "Economy of motion". Every erg of energy saved was more he could use if he needed to be in massive motion, like when fighting.
He appeared calm and passive to those around him. It was a facade he worked hard to maintain. But once he got into fighting, he wanted to kill. Not just a little, he wanted great rivers of blood, he LOVED fighting and destroying. He knew that if he let himself go, he could be in a lot of trouble.
He knew the mechanism for this psychosis. It was what would have been referred to as "Berserker mentality". He was essentially a completely different person when he was fighting. And his facade cracked. It was another reason to wear the mask, so others couldn't see the raw rage he had on his face when he started fighting at his own level.
The fight he had with Yukimaru for instance, he came very close to killing her, and he didn't care. He LOVED that, part of his soul sang in joy and exaltation when he was at that level, since so few people could get near him in that manner. He understood Kenpachi when he met him, he had that same joy in battle.
Oh the athleticism was one thing, the being able to be a perfect machine when moving and striking, the precision and the economy. But the KILL, the bloodlust, that was what he fought for. And it was his greatest shame.
A true Warrior didn't fight. They battled only when there was no other option, they worked to not have to fight. But they didn't hesitate when there was a battle to be joined, but they did what they could to not have to fight.
His exaltation in fighting shamed him. But oh, to hold back and hold back and hold back and hold back, and to be able to let go and simply FIGHT, to not have to worry about whether or not you would kill your opponent, for that was the point. To be able to be threatened where it was possible that he could be injured and killed himself, to put his skills and his will and his life to the ultimate test against someone who could truly test him, that was the apex of what combat was about.
And the Berserker in him argued with the Warrior in him. As they always did. And he listened to them, as he always did. Nothing was ever resolved, but there were times when there seemed that there may be a solution to this problem. But it always slithered away.
And he noticed something on the Berserker's tongue. That curious P symbol again. He only got flashes of it, but it was enough.
Coming out of his meditations, he went back to his room to write all this down.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 1:16 am
(( OOC, oddly enough, that is how it is for him. When I'm playing him in a combat, I really have to work hard not to go berserk all over my opponent and going full out. It's hard to not do.
And OOC comments are appreciated here. Just not RP posts.
Oh, also the reason I'm doing this is to obey my OWN edict about having training and RPs done for the skills you acquire. Not just declaring yourself to have these powers. I probably don't have to do this, but I'm enjoying it.
Next is me going absolutely nuts and killing and killing and killing hollows, probably in Hueco Mundo, but posted in this thread. ))
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 2:03 am
((Wow. I never realized that Daven had that side to him. Still, it's a believable side to his character, and to say that it provides a layer of weakness and humanity to his strength and status wouldn't be a stretch. Also, I find it nice to see a leader following his own rules and not just adding power because they can. It shows a lot of class.))
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 11:12 am
(( Yeah I agree. Although that I witnessed the Ricardo incident, that makes this more interesting to me. I thought you might use that at some point but until now I had forgotten about it. Well *sneaks off* Evil has to have a PRP now. With the lusts of being a werewolf. *grins* ))
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 2:16 pm
((Captain... I... I never knew... When did this all take place...?))
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 2:44 pm
(Holy crap that was good, and oh since you like the idea of rp for abilities, even though i made the zaigou, i was wondering if i could also use this forum to show how the original zaigou came into being.)
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 2:45 pm
(( They are all Captain level, right? Then no problem. ))
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 2:59 pm
((all captain level besides me XD
wait...am I going to be the only vice there?
x.x))
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 3:01 pm
(( In this case, VCs are considered Captain level. Maybe I should say "Crew level" instead. ))
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 3:02 pm
((ok. I felt a little alone there for a second XD))
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 3:12 pm
Writing calmed him, but it didn't solve the root problem. It didn't fix the impulse to destroy. Perhaps having an overdose of killing would take care of the problem. Perhaps if he got sick enough of the killing, maybe that would do it.
Daven started packing up his belongings again, getting ready to go to another level.
He wondered how the hollows in Hueco Mundo would feel at the arrival of the Commander of the forces of the Sereitei appearing in their midst.
He'd soon find out.
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Daven Moto rolled 17 6-sided dice:
1, 6, 3, 4, 1, 6, 2, 3, 3, 4, 2, 3, 2, 2, 3, 2, 1
Total: 48 (17-102)
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 3:18 pm
Daven stepped out of the hole inbetween realities and looked around the wasteland that was Hueco Mundo. He had his bag slung over his shoulder and all his arms were available to him. He knew it would be a very short time before someone started attacking him.
He reached into his bag and grabbed his journal and the pen.
I'm going to be killing a lot. I hope that like any child who is fed too much of a thing they want, the berserker side of me will get sick of it and go away. I'm hoping that this will work, because I'm running out of things to try. And now, I'm going to start killing hollows.
Daven put the book back in his bag and waited. He made sure his reiatsu wasn't being suppressed, and he waited.
Soon after, he heard the roar of a hollow in the distance. Soon, he was facing a horde of hollows, and he grinned behind his mask.
Out came Kidorui Genso and he started moving.
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Daven Moto rolled 17 6-sided dice:
2, 1, 6, 5, 2, 6, 2, 4, 3, 5, 2, 5, 4, 4, 4, 3, 1
Total: 59 (17-102)
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 3:21 pm
Flashing through the crowd of hollows, he noticed that there were a lot stronger set than normal. Not normal hollows, but it seemed to be the next step up. Hollows who had absorbed multiple hollows, and he was now killing them, easily and quickly.
He hadn't even pulled out any of the other weapons. And his shikai was still unreleased.
[ KC 48 ]
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Daven Moto rolled 17 6-sided dice:
2, 4, 4, 2, 2, 6, 6, 4, 1, 6, 5, 1, 2, 5, 5, 1, 4
Total: 60 (17-102)
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 3:35 pm
After a few minutes of slaughter, he stopped an put his sword up. It was SOOO much more satisfying when he had his hands buried in their skulls. Ripping and tearing and crushing. He did pull out his new hand to hand system, called shunkÅ, which allowed him to move his hands as fast as he could move his feet when flash stepping.
And the slaughter truly began.
[ KC 107 ]
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