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 Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 8:28 pm
Quote: Setting: A grassy field with a few spare rocks.
A light breeze blew across the grass, and he opened his eyes for a moment.
"Tezuka should be here soon." He said quietly, in a voice just above a whisper.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 8:53 pm
The cool air felt delicious in his nostrils as Tezuka took a deep breath, suddenly appearing a foot or so behind Mizuki. His hands rested lazily in his pockets as he shuffled around the other man in slow moving arc to the man's left. "So, are we here to play the blaming game like Mikhail did with me, or do you seriously want to just spar like a normal person." He snickered childishly, seeing Mizuki as someone he could share common interests with. He viewed him as one of the few men he considered 'normal' in his own definition, one anyone outside of his own mind would think was a very odd thing to say as both men were a little emotionally and psychologically unstable in their own, psychotic little ways. "I'm really not in the mood to release my bankai just yet, seeing as this is only our first date 'nd all, so I'll try my best to hold back for you, Mizuki." Surprisingly, he'd just gone through a whole part of his involvement in a conversation without cursing or using any form of profanities. A truly odd spectacle indeed. He chuckled to himself, now standing about two feet or more from Mizuki's forward facing position. Hands moved from his pocket to rest the left on his zanpaku-to's hilt and right in his obi;thumb lodged under the folds.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 9:19 pm
Mizuki chuckled at Tezuka's comments, drawing his zanpakuto casually as he did.
"I'm not here to play any games Tezuka, merely to assess the strengths of a fellow captain. Always good to know."
Mizuki did not know much about the captain standing before him, but he was rumored to be a fierce fighter, which was more than enough for him.
"Shall we begin?" He said with a calm smile, resting the back of his blade on his right shoulder.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 9:30 pm
Tezuka laughed loudly at his first comment. "Bring it, ********> His own comment stemmed away from his lips as pearly-whites glistened in the sunlight, eyes piercing with sudden animal-like excitement as he cracked his neck without the assistance of his hands. The thumb tucked into his obi removed itself and came to cradle along the hilt of his zanpaku-to along with its brothers, tugging at the sheathed thing. He pulled a little bit more, throwing the now free blade up in the air for a second before catching it. Immediately afterwards he sky-rocketed forward, blade tip pointed directly at Mizuki with both hands holding onto the the zanpaku-to as he cried out in pure, extatic glee. High-speed battles were Tezuka's forte, but he really didn't care if his opponent could keep up or not, he just wanted to cut into every bit of flesh he could get his grimy little hands on.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 10:15 pm
Mizuki's face broke into a vicious grin as he watched Tezuka prepare for the fight. His normally pure-black eyes flashed with a small slit of blue for a moment, and he drew his zanpakuto with a blindingly quick motion, roaring at Tezuka as he did.
"PLAYTIME!" His voice was halfway between a roar and a calm exclamation, and his teeth seemed almost canine for a moment.
He burst forward with full speed, holding his zanpakuto out to the side a little as he did, moving to deflect the oncoming stab and slash at Tezuka's neck.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 10:23 pm
Steel slinked against steel as they created a chorus of horrific beauty in Tezuka's ears, feeling the strain of his blade as its path was redirected. Releasing the two-handed grip he had on his zanpaku-to he let the blade push back and down so the blade tip faced ground to make a deflection of its own as the blades made contact once more. Feeling the force of Mizuki's slash connect with his he spin counter-clockwise, his zanpaku-to still fending off Mizuki's as he clenched his fist. He planned on spinning around and broad-siding the man with the back of his left fist, but everything was up in the air at this point seeing as how close the two were at this moment. If the blow struck, it would most likely be aimed at the side of Mizuki's head.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 10:40 pm
Mizuki laughed with violent glee as he heard the scrape of steel on steel. Battles like this had a way of bringing out a side of him he preferred to keep hidden.
He ducked under the swing from Tezuka, the bottom of his fist brushing against the top of his hair as he did. He dug his feet in fast, pulling himself to a quick stop and whirling around to face his opponent, blade flashing up and to the right in a vicious slash.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 10:58 pm
Smiles were quite abundant today, a rather odd thought to be racing around Tezuka's mind as he witnessed events unfolding before him in a slow motion panorama. Scarlet drops spittled into the fish-eye view as he retracted his arm, feeling something tickle his forearm as Mizuki's blade sliced at it with merciless gaiety. He tilted his head slightly in this suspended state-of-mind, left arm tucked to his body with his zanpaku-to. He could've blocked the attack, but his masochistic side demanded a little entertainment on its part, refusing Tezuka that little chance a moment before to use Bakudo 39 and shield his forearm from damage. It was sickeningly sweet, but the smile stayed plastered to his mug the whole time, a little laughter being heard as he stepped forward now with his left foot. The zanpaku-to held in his right hand came with this movement, mirroring Mizuki's slash. However, this wasn't really here to create an offensive maneuver. What Tezuka was going for was that either A) Mizuki would take a step back, or B) block his slash with his own blade. Either way he would be there to step forward with his right foot, pivoting counter-clockwise into a roundhouse kick with his heel aiming at Mizuki's torso and head, Tezuka's usual fighting style now shedding light on the festivities.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 11:11 pm
Mizuki stopped his attack for a brief moment. Neither to assess his opponent, nor to speak, but rather to relish the scent of blood on the air. His face broke into a wider grin, and he let our a laughing roar, the sound of which resembled the insane cackling of a blood-crazed lunatic. He dashed forward as Tezuka slashed, flash stepping behind and slightly above him at the last moment, bringing zanpakuto down with a vicious slash and a cackle.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 11:27 pm
The contact never came, leaving Tezuka slightly aloof before turning around to look at the aerial attack. He laughed, eyes ablaze with fierce inner rage as he let his left arm untucked itself from his torso, palm open and faced directly at Mizuki as he shouted out the incantation. "Hado 58: Orchid Sky." The sudden rush of spiralling air would most likely push his opponent back a bit, but he wasn't there to make in-battle assesments. Shortly after releasing the hado he suddenly disappeared, coming at Mizuki from his left side with the added speed of shunpo, using the momentum as he barreled forward to veer slightly farther to his right as he created a quazi-clone image of himself, deceiving his true path. Using this image as a jump off point he disappeared again, now a little bit more behind Mizuki's left shoulder, already setting himself into a corkscrew as he was almost on top of him. His zanpaku-to's size didn't matter, he would still come in close enough to make a nice hole in the man's shoulder whether he liked it or not.
((Last post of the night. I needs my beauty sleep! We can continue to reek havok on each other later. Nighty.))
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 11:47 pm
((lol, alrighty. Nighty nite.))
While the ploy with the Tenran and multiple shunpo was well though out, Mizuki was not the type of man to fall so easily for a trick like that. With a smirk, he allowed the blast of air to push him back, spinning with his blade held at angle as he did. The direct effect was the he was essentially covered in blades, the second, that he was now at least ten-yards away from Tezuka's position.
Mizuki stood slowly, allowing his eyes to readjust to his now stand-still position. He brought a hand up to his forehead, which was marked by a slight trickle of blood, undoubtedly from one of Tezuka's attacks, and wiped the liquid from his skin, tasting it with an out stretched tongue and grinning wickedly. He cocked his head strangely at Tezuka, then offered another smirk, laughing quietly as he did.
"Clever. and your shunpo is quite impressive." He let out a long sigh, and rolled his shoulders a little, allowing for a nice stretch. "I haven't had this much fun in a long time, pity really, violence is so barbaric." He flashed a brilliant white smile, marred only by a slight patch of red from where he had licked the blood. "I do so hate to end the chaos.. Well.. this may end up accentuating it, we will have to see." He flashed another vicious smile and held his zanpakuto out in front of him at a horizontal angle, the tip of the blade pointing to the left. "Shakou, Tsukiyo."
In an instant, the field was drenched in a dark shadow, blocking out ninety percent of the light from outside of the affected radius. The blade of Mizuki's zanpakuto vanished, leaving a jet-black hilt in it's place that seemed to shimmer slightly in the darkness. Mizuki's reiatsu sky-rocketed for a moment, and his eyes flashed dangerously. "Shall we continue?" He asked with a slightly mocking tone, his mouth still split in a wide grin.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 4:50 pm
Tezuka smiled sadistically as the sudden rush of enemy reitsu jumped to a new level, eyes trying to adjust to the pitch-blackness that encompassed him. chills run up and down his spine, a slight twinge of fear at the sudden confusion brought on by the dramatically quick change, but he quickly recovered from his psychological stumble and honed in on the only thing he could see in his view, the little beacon of hope that shown in the darkness. Yes a beacon. One of more bloodshed to come. Oh yes, there would be hell to pay for turning out the lights. He leaned back, arms out to the side as he bellowed in uncontrollable laughter, reitsu gushing from within as he let loose the gates of his power. Clothes ruffled and waved violently in the surge of spiritual energies, his body glowing for a moment with a light blue signature before disappearing back into the blackness that was created by Mizuki's zanpaku-to. "Violence is something the world has come to acknowledge in everyday life." He took a step forward, still grinning from ear to ear. "We are so at peace with this form of negotiation we can live quietly without even having to dirty our own hands. Such an obscene act bringing little to no response, it is a Zen product almost to this world. Even ******** musician's understand and exploit this concept, buddy boy. It's a damn shame when someone has to go and say it is unneeded." His hands dropped from their out held positions, his right hand currently holding his sealed zanpaku-to coming forward to point aimlessly at Mizuki as his reitsu shot up once more, revealing him in that brilliantly dull blue once more. His teeth shown in a sparkling way has he stared at the man before him.
"Let's make some ObZen things again!" His left hand came forward, fully extended with palm-side up as his right drew back and bent at the elbow; blade still poised. "Release the shackles and take form, Totorokyoki!" The small knife suddenly became light, blindingly so if one stared at it for too long, before extended in its horrific transformation. A dull wail could be heard almost akin to that of a hollow's scream as Tezuka whipped it in a circle behind himself, as if wiping blood from its blade after decapitating a fallen foe. Bringing it back in full circle he snapped it back to its previous position above his head, shaking the loose fragments of light particles from the blade to reveal its true form. The teeth rimming the edge of his blade glinted for a second in the fleeting light, a crocodile's smile some could say. Even in this darkness one could tell Tezuka was grinning his a** off, and with the release of his shikai, the s**t was about to hit the fan for any willing to step in front of his blade.
There was a slight screeching sound as the blades scraped along their permanently affixed path within the groove of the blade, upgrading in audio signatures to that of a power drill, and finally into the high-pitched whiny screech that was a buzzsaw at full throttle. The sparks could be seen flying from his zanpaku-to at this point, making him a beacon himself as he whirled the blade around himself before rocketing towards the light beacon that he could still faintly see within the darkness, aided by shunpo induced sprint. "Ahhhh!" There was no strategy in this attack, merely a head-on collision course towards his suspected enemy's location. If he had to move around a little more, so be it, but right now he was just going after his first lead in his prelude to conflict.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 8:08 pm
As Tezuka ended his rush, Mizuki stepped casually out from behind him, gesturing at his newly-released Zanpakuto.
"That's a pretty shikai there Tezuka." He grinned mischievously, "But you didn't really think you would get me with the first attack did you? Those reiatsu bursts you saw weren't real friend, drones, to keep you off my scent."
Mizuki's eyes flashed blue for a moment, and his face spread into a vicious snarl.
"Rippuku!"
He burst forward in a vicious downwards slash, his eyes alight with the glory of battle and his blade brimming with searing white fire, a white fire that rushed down at Tezuka in an explosive wave, releasing a pulse of bright light as it did.
((Rippuku is a dash-attack that combines a rapid shunpo with an accelerated crescent slash of moonfire that explodes on contact.))
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