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 Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 12:45 pm
The grounds surrounding and encompassing squad 12 consist of a large grassy plain, with a few small trees spread throughout. The grass itself is one and a half feet tall, and grows in swirling patterns all over the squad. The ground is mostly level and has no major hills or low spots. The grass rubs together and seems puts off music, though it acctually just amplifies the music from a few hidden speakers in the ground. Current song: Chinese Burn
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 10:47 pm
A cloaked figure walks almost aimlessly into the grounds, moving in slow deliberate steps. His head never turns but his eyes scan the surroundings in mixed recognition and confusion. Any one here could feel that he was a shinigami, but none would recognize him, nor see any symbol or sing he was of the court guard. with every step a bit of faded denim jeans and hard worn leather work boots showed beneath the cloak. He looked around, then sat squarely in an open patch of ground, waiting for the familiar presence to come and investigate a stranger roaming the training grounds.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 11:08 pm
Climbing out of a hidden opening, a bit of dust and debris falling from his hat to the ground as he rises behind the cloaked figure. "Yo. Where you been man? I had to count you among the dead from the invasion last year." He smiles warmly as he extends his hands for a hand shake.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 11:27 pm
Hiro smiled at his old friend. "Away, for much too long it seems.... Too long indeed" he sat silent for a moment, then stood and pulled back his cloak, letting the sun bathe his body. "I'm sorry i wasn't here when i was need, to tell the truth not even i'm sure where i was heading, but its been a tough road and i'm tired." His body mirrored his words, his clothes were messy and worn, he was thin, though his body was lean and still pulsed with power. As always his twin Wakizashi were at his side. "What happened here? so much has changed everywhere..." He smiled, "And you, there's something about you that's different too."
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 11:36 pm
Lowering his hand, Maxi smiles and looks around then lighting out a sigh, "Yeah I leveled the whole place to put a cap on the fighting and allow the rest of the captains retreat. Heh that was about 2 years ago now. But thats old news welcome back, I wish I could just give you your seat back but Its been along time. and we've had to change the seats twice for casualties and the such." He smiles meekly and looks off towards the new labs, purposely avoiding the comment about himself.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 11:46 pm
Hiro looked around, He had called it home, and even though it wasn't the same, it would always be home. "I understand, i've been gone a while, i didn't expect thing to have been put on hold..." He briefly considered pushing what he felt in his friend, but let it slide, he would find out sooner or later. "Anyone i know make it, besides yourself?" He reached behind his cloak and pulled a small water skin from a concealed pouch, took a large gulp, then offered it to Maxi.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 1:41 am
Nodding, Maxi raises his hand in a gesture to decline the water as he smirks a bit, "Most of the captains, of coarse, Drift, Victoria, and a few others. We were able to prevent most losses due to the combined efforts of the squads." He sighs and looks back at Hiro, "So what do you want to do now?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 4:28 pm
Hiro looked around before shoving his water skin back in place. "I dunno, i want back in the squad, that much i know, i guess a good idea would be to get things set up for that... where is everyone? the bar's not around any more, or i would have walked there to find some familiar faces."
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 12:50 am
((Oh s**t sorry man, I didnt see you replied.))
Maxi chuckles at the mention of the bar, "Well I melted the entire squad grounds and then rebuilt it around a year ago. Everyone really just hangs out in there own lab areas anymore, now that things are back to normal. Care to come with me, I have a brand new unopened bottle of whiskey if your interested?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 1:27 pm
Hunbaba aproached the training grounds, takings a deep breath a inhale the fresh air which surrounded him, he then sat down waiting for his sparing partner to show up.
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 3:28 pm
Charles exits the laboratories and steps out into the lawn. Standing out on the verdant area, a gentle breeze flows over the grasses with the view of waves. Thankfully the music is not nearby, as it is not his welcoming bit. Kneeling in the tall grasses, he draws his blade. Recent experiences have given new insight into what is going on . . . and more importantly, a name. After being without his blade for a time and facing Arrancar without it, the need for more power is never greater than now.
Blocking out the music and concentrating on the wind, Charles concentrates on the weapon now laid across his lap as he sits on his ankles. Before, he would have never had a chance of reaching his spirit. After the experiment, he knows what the energy feels like, like knowing the beat of a familiar song. In his mind he begins to search out that feeling. Moments pass, and he finds little success. Mumbling softly he tries even harder to reach his spirit.
"Come on . . . Aitourensa . . . where are you?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 6:47 pm
Moments pass uncounted, and still no sign comes to him. Frustration begins to tinge Charles' mind as he searches out that sensation- that feeling of reiatsu he had when the giant spider shook his hand. The sensation is there, but just out of reach. Something like a song you can barely remember, but not name. Gritting his teeth, Charles grips his sword a bit tighter. His right hand is fine, holding the handle, but his left is on the exposed blade and his attempt to reach the spirit abruptly stops as his hand is cut on the fine edge. "Dammit!"
The wound is not deep, and only barely bleeds. Still, the pain adds to his frustration and growing anger. Quickly standing, he holds his sword in his right hand and stares into his left- the symbolism cynically rounding in his mind. He holds a weapon he knows nearly nothing about, home to a spirit he doesn't have the faintest idea how to reach, and now it bites back. For a fleeting moment, his scientific mind pulls up information on spiders, and he wonders if the bite of his blade is venomous. Just as he catalogues how many spiders are dangerous for their venom, another break comes to his mind. A soft, silky voice whispers across his mind No poison in a cut for there was no fang.
Suddenly Charles stops cold in his thought process. That was it! The same voice, intonations, and inflections! "Aitourensa . . . " His mind whirls, but suddenly is analytical. No anger or desperation, just logic. Breaking down the moment, and comparing it to before, Charles sees a connection- cognitive thought. When his mind is clear and thinking methodically, the answer seems so clear. Now a wave tinges his mind, one of satisfaction. "You don't give in to emotion, do you? Brute strength, coercion, pleading . . . none of that matters to you?" Again, the satisfaction of being correct washes in his heart. The logic of the moment makes sense.
Still, there is more. How to release the blade? The moment Charles touches on that thought, his sensation of the spirit fades. Not a lack of satisfaction, but more like a pregnant moment, waiting for a revelation that is so close . . .
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 7:29 pm
Kinsetsu had sat idle in the distance observing the unsuccessful attempts by his comrade. He clearly understood the frustations that the individual faced. A spirit required proper balance of an individual in order for them to be aware of its presence and the spirit of theirs. Kintsetsu himself had had many of these failed attempts to find the balance in order to bring forth his spirit.
"Charles is it not? Sorry to intrude but I couldn't help watch and do not fear the time will come for you to awaken your spirit. I like you have not yet awaked mine and we must be content knowing their will be a time and place where the union shall occur. Your passion to succeed is admirable and maybe I shall join in if you don't mind. You have awakened my own vigor. "
He stood up slowly approaching the fellow shinigami. His katana glistened as he pulled it out and held it in the sky.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 12:44 am
The music in the area slowly dips to nothingness, and the grass slows to a nearly invisible sway as a hand clamps down on Kinsetsu's shoulder. At the contact, a localized amount of reiatsu causes the muscles in newer shinigami to freeze, even stopping the words forming his mind from reaching his lips, while allowing the rest of the area to be free of any trace of it.
Maxi leans in close to the young mans ear and speaks so quietly that if the wind had been blowing anymore his words would have been lost. "Shh, allow him to meditate as he has been and watch from a distance. He has met his spirit already, twice if my information if true, and the attachment at the bottom of his sword is something I want to keep free from unexpected factors."
The pressure and hand both vanish at the same time and the breeze comes back up though slightly less intrusive then before. The music drifts muted threw the area, but it's easy to tell that its origin is farther than it once had been.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 6:15 am
Kinsetsu felt the ever so slight presence of a hand on his back followed by the echo of a voice he knew was not his own. As soon as it appeared it had vanished but it provided him with all the clarity he needed. It was clear the shinigami trying to reach his spirit must do it on his own.
He sheated his sword and realized his presence was not yet noticed. Quietly, he exited the training ground, allowing his fellow shinigami the peace neccessary to overcome the obstacle at hand.
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