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 Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 1:15 pm
The setting is a huge plain, broken and barren. The sun beats down relentlessly on the baked earth, withering plant and evaporating water. What is left is a dry dusty expanse, with a few dead scraggly trees adding to the bleak landscape. The wind blows quite strong here, although not constantly. This phenomenon sometimes creates large dust-storms that blow across the plain, covering everything in its path in a heavy and sometimes fatal layer of dirt and grime.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 3:25 pm
((Heh. It's fine. The field is just going to be in a place where there are tons of Hollows everywhere, but not there at that exact moment. Builds up for later. Make the field however you want. I'll post my intro, though.))
As a slight breeze blew, a lone figure appeared in the area, looking around. His silver hair-oddly a very light silver-blew slightly in the wind, as the random black streaks stood out in the silvery white spikes that were his tied up hair. His blood red eyes held a bored look, as he looked around for who he was to train. Remembering back on his own training, he shuddered, even though he wasn't cold. Just the memories from that time...
Though, he endured them, and there he was. He had even boasted that he had almost mastered his Zaigou, turning it into a weapon, and then changing it again as he himself changed. Although the second form was nothing to brag about. Sighing, the mask distorted the sigh, making it sound like someone was blowing through a microphone. Standing there, he waited, for the one he would train.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 8:18 pm
In the distance, a pillar of sand was blowing across the plain, a result of weird wind conditions hitting a deep crevice, blowing all the contents therein up into the vortex. The dust-devil blew across what could only be describes as a makeshift path, leaving a trail of debris in the air behind it. As the cloud cleared, one could slowly make out the silhouette of an approaching Shinigami.
Razil Masamune, 3rd Seat of 1st Squad, approached Asuma and the very center of the god-forsaken place, sun glinting dully off of the black hilt of his Zanpakuto that protruded from behind his right shoulder. As he walked, the perpetual wind that swept the plain blew back his bandanna straps, and rustled the hem of his Shinigami standard-issue robes. He stopped walking a few meters away from Asuma, facing the masked defect, and narrowed his eyes.
"I am here as you requested." He said quietly, not betraying any thoughts.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 4:38 pm
Looking over to Razil, Asuma's eyes narrowed slightly for a second, before returning back to normal. "Don't start giving me that look. The only reason I'm here is because this is business of the Zaigou. Your captain is included in that." Scowling beneath his mask, Asuma reached up with his left hand, as reiatsu quickly leaked out of him, dissipating into the air. Snapping his fingers, an area of forty feet all around them, the sand suddenly stopped blowing. Lowering his hand, Asuma looked down to Razil, a fierce look in his blood red eyes. "Don't expect me to be nice, kid. I may not be an enemy, but that does not make me a friend. And yes, that's right." Turning around, and still scowling under his mask, Asuma continued. "I'm not an ally of Aizen's. The only reason I follow him is because the one I'm allied with is currently in his service." Growling under his mask, Asuma seethed right there. Just thinking of following someone without his own consent made him very, very angry. Although, he would bear his situation, for the moment.
Turning back around, Asuma moved his right hand up, and within it he held a large cube, around six inches thick. It was a huge piece of Hollow Bait. "You do know what this is, right? Hollow Bait. And a very large piece at that. Be glad there are no Adjuchas or Vasto Lorde around; this would surely bring them here. No. For now, you fight these. Kill all of them and then, and only then will I teach you the ways of the Zaigou." At the end of his sentence, black reiatsu suddenly came streaming out of his right sleeve, making a few spikes of black reiatsu. And then, they came in, slashing the Bait to pieces. Almost instantly, a rip opened up in the sky above them, and countless Menos swarmed out, ripping open the sky and showing their true numbers. There were hundreds of them behind the first ones, ready to rip into the space they were in, and go after whoever was there. Gliding backwards, Asuma disappeared into the sandstorm that was right at his limit, still somehow keeping the sand from entering the small space.
And thus, the battle began.
"Don't die on me, Razil."
((Just do a random number generator for a few posts, and then I'll tell you when you reach the limit. It's going to be between 300-500 of them, since thats pretty much the standard to be one of us. Just start posting and I'll tell ya when to stop))
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Israf3l rolled 10 10-sided dice:
8, 8, 2, 5, 5, 8, 10, 5, 5, 2
Total: 58 (10-100)
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 3:34 pm
As Asuma retreated into the billowing sandstorm, Razil held his ground. The Menos encroached from all directions, attracted by the bait like mice to a trap.
"Death." murmured Razil, not looking up.
"Is a funny thing. We spend all our time just trying to stay alive, and yet all it takes to make it futile is..."
The hollow surrounded him and paused, relishing the feast to come. They were so focused on the small form below them they didn't notice the gradual gathering of reiatsu. With an ear-splitting shriek, they dove forward in unison, teeth slashing and ready to kill.
"...is a single instant."
The foremost of the Menos disintegrated, as Razil let loose a storm of ghost blades from his body, slicing into the masks and bodies of the Menos nearest to him. A huge swath was cut from the horde as wave after wave succumbed to the deadly slashing spirit force. In the middle of the carnage, Razil stood calmly, a fierce look on his face. The wind created by his technique whipped his robes around him, and his eyes glowed white as power coursed from him.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 5:34 pm
((Oh, you don't have to wait for me to post. Just around 300 or so, stop and I'll rp the others. ^_^))
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Israf3l rolled 10 10-sided dice:
9, 8, 7, 3, 2, 7, 7, 10, 3, 4
Total: 60 (10-100)
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 11:55 pm
((OOC Oh, ok!))
As the horde of Menos reeled from the first blow, Razil vaulted off of a falling body, launchign himself high into the air. A stream of black-clad figures swarmed after him, as he twisted his body and pointed his forefingers at the oncoming monstrosities.
"Hadou #4, Byakurai."
The lightning lance shot through several Menos, destroying them outright. Landing in a crouch, Razil dashed to the nearest one, leaped up to its face, and shattered its mask with a fist in the center of its forehead fist enhanced with a spike of reiatsu that is. He jumped off of the quickly disintegrating form, landing on the shoulders of another. Razil hooked his hands underneath its ivory mask, and heaved. The Hollow shrieked in pain, trying vainly to throw the attacker off of its shoulders.
Razils muscles bulged, and a vein stood out on his temple. Finally, the mask creaked, the Menos gave a last gurgle, and Razil ripped the head of the Hollow right off. Blood sprayed from the wound, temporarily blinding him. As he reeled from the boiling blood, a heavy blow landed across his back, sending him spinning through the air. He landed hard on his side and scrambled to his feet, caked in gore and dirt.
Wont let that happen again. he thought, prodding the huge bruise that spread across his back. In places the flesh had been torn away. Razil again faced the wave of Menos as they charged yet again.
((58 + 60 = 11 cool )
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Israf3l rolled 10 10-sided dice:
8, 5, 5, 2, 10, 3, 2, 6, 4, 6
Total: 51 (10-100)
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 4:04 pm
The wall of Menos came at him again, a wave of black and intermittent white of ivory. Razil dropped low and, spinning his legs around him, sent a torrent of razor-sharp reiatsu at the nearest few, perforating them with holes and shredding their masks. As they dissipated Razil launched himself forward and, gloving his hand and arms in more ghost blades, started spinning and slashing, methodically destroying any Menos to come near.
As he fought, Razil accumulated numerous wounds, and blood was soon awash on the dry dusty floor. Although his arms were fire and his head was a hammer, pounding again and again, Razil kept it up, slashing and dicing.
He became what he dealt, he was death, Razil Masamune had become a blade.
((118 + 51 = 169))
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Israf3l rolled 10 10-sided dice:
3, 3, 8, 4, 4, 9, 7, 9, 9, 9
Total: 65 (10-100)
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 4:13 pm
Hack and slash, hack and slash.
For hours this was all Razil did, cutting, leaping, dodging, it all became a mere drive, a fall back to mans more primitive instinct: survive.
For every Menos that he destroyed, two more would pop up in its place. Razil realized that, since his body was busy dispatching hollows, his mind was free to think. And so, as he leaped off of the face of one beast, sending a sharp barb through its left eye-socket at the same time, he retreated into his head and thought. Not about nothing in particular really, just thinking for the sake of it. Another slash, another spray of black blood, ti was all meaningless to him, even when a claw scraped along his arm, almost tearing it off at the elbow. His body responded by pulling the arm away, trailing crimson, and punching the creature in the cheek, pulverizing the mask.
((169 + 65 = 234))
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 6:00 pm
((Now you can go ahead and use the four 25 sided dice, making the numbers 10-25, to speed things up. When you get around 300-400, I'll step in))
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 10:34 pm
((Umm...there is no 25-sided option...*blink*))
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 4:10 am
((Grah...Well then, use the 100 sided, then. three of them. Get to around 400 and I'll step in, then))
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Israf3l rolled 3 100-sided dice:
65, 22, 22
Total: 109 (3-300)
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 9:25 am
((OOC: Gotcha))
Another hour, another hundred fell. Razil's arms became tired, his legs burned and blood flowed freely from several of his larger wounds. He looked up to see another Menos bearing down on him.
They never change their attack pattern, do they?
He walked forward, right between the Menos' legs. As he did, the behemoth stopped in its tracks. A thin crack appeared in its mask, and the whole body suddenly sheared itself away from the other half, a vertical split appearing out of nowhere. Razil stepped out from under the disappearing hulk, using the same reiatsu whip he just used to sever the limbs of some more.
He was a dervish, a ball of invisible steel and razor, with a mote of sharp spirit energy whirling around him at all times. Any who got near enough was instantly cut into shreds, and if they weren't they met the wrath of his reiatsu-clawed hands. As Razil continued to fight, he noticed the ranks becoming steadily thinner. Not enough to cause any rejoice, at any rate, but enough to know he was near the end.
((234 + 109 = 343))
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Israf3l rolled 3 100-sided dice:
48, 92, 70
Total: 210 (3-300)
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 11:18 am
A flash of ivory, and a hollow was suddenly directly in front of him. Its claws were quick, but Razil's hand was quicker, grasping the Menos by the throat and squeezing before the creature could react. It let out a shattered yelp, and its neck was crushed by a wave of heavy spirit power. Blood gushed from broken veins, splashing Razil as he darted away to deal with another one.
Another wave was bearing down on him. Razil raised his arms parallel to the ground, placing his hands next to each other and his palms facing down. Twisting his fingers so all ten were pointing at the onslaught, he gathered energy to them.
"Hadou #4, Byakurai." A separate bolt of energy shot from each finger, slamming into the monsters like some sort of energy machine-gun. Hollow after hollow succumbed, falling to the floor with holes blasted in their bodies, their heads...Razil felt his reserves draining, so he cut off the flow of power. Silence engulfed the field, smoke and dust hung in the air.
((343 + 210 = 553))
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