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 Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 10:42 pm
High above the skies of eighth squad... The garganta tore open with a slight ripping sound, positioned several miles above and to the left of Soul Society, in an area that was presumably empty, and would be impossible to observe unless the spies in question were also in the air. It would not be easy to set up the entry point for so many Arrancar without attracting much attention, but Bikou was confident in his abilities, and held no doubts that things would go smoothly.
Nearly as soon as the garganta had opened, it sealed shut, leaving behind a brief wisp of reiatsu that quickly faded away. With a burst of sonido, and a quick slip through an open window in the walls of Soul Society, Bikou began a free-fall, moving head first towards the ground at high-speeds, having transferred his location to directly above squad eight, and all the while searching for someone, or something, to assist in his plan.
He found them.
A group of young recruits, presumably just out of the academy, could be seen laughing and walking carelessly through a relatively abandoned section of Squad eights pathways, numbering three in all, and perfect for Bikou's needs.
With a burst of static, he was gone, appearing behind the three unsuspecting shinigami with virtually no sound, and his zanpakuto in hand.
The first fell with nary a breath, nor reaction, and Bikou's blade slid from her heart to quickly lop off the head of the second. The third however, managed to draw his sword, and nearly scream, before he was slashed from eye-to-hip with a quick burst of speed from Bikou.
Acting quickly, so as not to arouse suspicion, Bikou snapped his fingers, opening a rather small and unnoticeable garganta in front of him, about the size of a pillow.
One by one, he tossed the bodies of the three peons into the hole, moving quickly to minimize exposure.
Now that the tricky part had been completed, he pressed his sword against his chest, returning it to its hidden state within his hollow hole, but not before gently touching the pommel, and transforming into the first of the three shinigami he had killed, a harmless looking young girl, with deep brown hair and sparkling green eyes.
As soon as his transformation was complete, all traces of his own arrancar reiatsu vanished, and to all observers, he was the same as any shinigami wandering the alleyways of Soul Society.((Please keep in mind that technically no one has died but a couple of "red shirts" (To coin the Star Trek term) Only people with extremely high perception skills, and who have been exposed to arrancar for extended periods of time, will be able to tell that something is not right with the Shinigami-Bikou. It will be manifested as a slight tingle in the back of said persons mind, that is telling them that something is wrong with the girl. Also, just to restate, even though Bikou used a partial release of his sword here, no one, not even Jes, knows what his release is IC.)) ...A dark shadow emerges
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 11:52 pm
High in the sky, so high in fact that a flightless creature would never see him and a Shinigami would never fly to this height; it was simply too ridiculously high for a Shinigami to even consider it.
From the pitch black darkness of the garganta stepped the first figure, desperately trying to hold back his reiatsu as much as he could, with a look of strain on his face, it was clearly something he wasn't used to as Sigeric, or Fatty-chan as some people called him, often liked to use all his power and go wild, have a bit of 'fun'.
Sigeric then threw himself onto the floor, or the air to be more accurate and lay down, holding back his reiatsu to the best of his ability while waiting for his fraccion to come too. It often worried Sigeric what his fraccion could be doing at any one time. He was sure at least one of them would backstab him at any time. It was, certainly worrying. It made him wonder why he was just lying here waiting to be stabbed and so with that thought Sigeric leapt up, standing up to face the inky black hole.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 9:48 am
5 minutes later, Pa Rot casually strolled out from the Garganta nibbling on a mince pie he had in his hand. In his other, another mince pie which he then shoved into Sigeric's mouth.
"Merry 18th of December!" he smiled with reiatsu full blast. His smile dropped and he suppressed his reiatsu to a minuscule degree, 1000 times less than the average Menos. "Sorry"
He looked down and his smile returned. The Seireitei looked so small from the point he was standing, as if by spreading out his hand he could tear it to ribbons simply by curling his fingers. It was the first time he had been to Soul Society and it was fitting, in his mind, for it to look so small. He kept in mind that they weren't there to destroy it... completely... yet. He then looked back up to Sigeric to check if the Espada he followed would accept the mince pie.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 10:18 am
When dark reflections dance... The shinigami-Bikou walked casually towards the meeting site, all the while scoping out the squad grounds for potential strike sites. This mission would not be easy, but none ever were, and he was prepared to fight like a demon if need be.
A surge of rage, or at least, it would have been rage, if he felt emotion, twitched across Bikou's mind, alerting him to the presence of a foolish Arrancar who seemed to miss the part about hiding his reiatsu. He had to move quickly to cover the blunder.
With a burst of static, he vanished, reappearing a few feet from where Pa Rot and Sigeric had arrived, a bored expression plastered on his face.
"You know they will have felt that, right?" The shinigami-bikou said, running his hand through the silky hair of his current form. "Our cover is blown, we need to move quickly." Remembering something, he sighed audibly, "Damn it.." His face distorted, revealing Bikou's silver hair and tiara, but keeping the body of the girl. "I am Bikou, the twelfth arrancar, although numbers mean little to me." He pointed at Sigeric. "In a few seconds, I want you to start chasing me, I will scream loudly to alert the squad, so try to stay at least a couple of steps behind for show. Once I stop moving and face you, I will lay on the ground and pretend to be gravely wounded, you and Pa Rot will then supress ALL of your reiatsu and hide, preferably somewhere where you cannot be seen or felt. When the shinigami arrive, come out of hiding and move behind them to spring the trap. The fools will never know what hit them. Can you two handle that?"...Beneath a silvery moon
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 10:29 am
Pa Rot threw his half eaten mince pie towards the vicinity of Bikou's open mouth while he was busy saying 'handle'. Pa Rot was hoping it would hit at just the right time so as to cut him off and create a crowning moment of awesome.
"Mmm got it" he replied, quickly lashing his tongue out at the corner of his mouth to remove some crumbs. As expected, his blunder had created much melodrama. With the pie, he was intending to lighten the mood a little but at the same time he knew Arrancar could go crazy at the slightest of things. Even offerings of saliva dampened mince pies.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 12:37 pm
Despite his best attempts to stay unique in everything he did, especially the way he entered a room, Alejandro could not change the fact that he needed a garganta to do just about everything. So he opened his own black cavity in the sky, appearing to the right of Sigeric and promptly plopping down beside him. He was bored, and since everyone was suppressing their reiatsu or whatever, he figured that it was all part of the plan. After all, he couldn't change the plan, he could only voice some concerns. Even then, they would probably be ignored. So Alejandro kept quite as he sat next to his gigantic Espada, awaiting his orders that would probably consist of terrorizing the townsfolk... Or something like that. Maybe a captain would die today, or someone of equal importance, and the mere thought brought a smile to his lips. He wouldn't mind killing that captain, especially through trickery and deceit, but beheading said captain would be fine as well. Maybe he could get several kills this day, even if they were low-seated shinigami, they still counted as kills and would go towards his zanpakutou collection. Sitting there, in the sky above the Seireitei, Alejandro imagined a room full of shinigami zanpakutou, those he had pilfered from dead bodies and slain enemies. Hundreds, thousands, enough to arm an entire division, all his. It was a fun dream, an unattainable one, but it was fun none the less. Hell, if I play my cards right today, I may just start that collection. Or maybe Sigeric will die and I'll take his place. Either way, today might be most fortuitous for me.
Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long, as some shinigami-lady started barking orders in their general direction. It was demeaning, but when s/he made a funny face, well, distorted their face and took on the appearance of an arrancar with silvery hair, and a funny-looking tiara. He interrupted Alejandro's dreaming and scheming by barking some orders, orders that sounded pretty sound, although Alejandro really didn't care. He was the twelfth though, so that probably meant something. Or maybe it meant nothing, he was still barking orders at two arrancar and their Espada leader, which meant he had some guts. Or a death wish. "Well, are we going to hurry this little ambush, sneak attack, whatever it is up? The longer we sit and wait up in the sky, the easier it will be for the shinigami to find us. I, for one, want to get some kills in today, and getting killed by the entire captain roster would really put a damper on that." Came Alejandros' reply, his thick Spanish accent rolling his R's and just making his voice, well... Pretty exotic. Pretty unique. Slowly standing to his feet, and brushing himself off, Alejandro gave his zanpakutou a test-spin and waited for some further instructions. He hoped that he wouldn't have to wait for long, as there were shinigami to slay and not a lot of time to slay them.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 2:00 pm
When dark reflections dance... Bikou snatched the mince pie out of the air like a gnat, almost crumbling it in his hands before he realized what it was, after which, he ate it in a single bite.
He grinned diabolically as more arrancar arrived on the scene, eager to proceed with mission. The emotions coming offof the newest arrival caused him to scowl slightly, and he reminded himself to chide the boy if he got out of hand. Of course, with the way these attacks had been turning out lately, he may not have to.
"That should be enough of us for now, the stragglers can guess as to what is going on, and come at the ambush from above, further sealing whoever we have caught in our trap. Of course, if they don't vie for that option, it makes little difference. This fight will be over before it begins."
He moved a little ways away from the arrancar with a quick sonido, which was beginning to lose it's static sound, and sound more and more like a shunpo.
"Now then boys, let's get this party started. Sigeric, Pa Rot, Alejandro. Give chase."
With that, he shifted fully back into the body of the female shinigami, and let out a blood-curdling yell, a yell that would no-doubt wake the dead, yet alone those who were sleeping in the near-by barracks.
"A-arrancar! Quick, somebody help me, they've killed Ayuma and Tensho!"
The bikou-shinigami touched down on the alleyway beneath the group, and began to run, not caring whether or not the others were following him at this point. His plan had already begun. He only hoped it would draw the person he had come here for..
...Beneath a silvery moon
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 2:14 pm
Sigeric's stomach roared in agony, to waste food like that was, it was, unforgivable. In-fact that alone was enough reason to chase Bikou, so he could beat the s**t out of him afterwards, destroying a mince pie like that and ruining any sort of comedy effect. "Get back here you b*****d!" Sigeric yelled, leaping up and releasing all of his reiatsu to give chase, truly an amazing sight as his belly wibbled and wobbled back and forth like a great big blob of jelly.
As he landed with an almighty boom a huge cloud of dust whipped up, blinding him for a brief instance, not that it would stop the enraged Sigeric, he marched on through losing Bikou for a brief moment. Sigeric had gone the wrong way. Sigeric swung himself around, giving chase once more, rolling up one of his huge sleeves Sigeric curled one arm into a fist and fired off a Bala, aimed for Bikou but missing by a small amount, smashing right through the barracks and out the other side.
Now panting, Sigeric sat down and put one finger up indicating that he wished to have a little break, he could've ran more but however angry he was about the waste of comedy and food it didn't anger him enough that he'd use any excess energy, no. That energy would be saved for whoever came to challenge him and his fellow Arrancar. They would certainly be on the receiving end of it.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 3:13 pm
Alejandro didn't appreciate all the god damn back talk he was getting, especially from a silver-haired nancy-boy whose gender was still questionable, but orders were orders. Sigeric was even getting his monstrously fat behind into gear, he even went so far as to smash through a building. It was really quite inspiring, such a fat and nasty man actually going along with this ruse. One could say he was almost... Well, he was something akin to a role model, but he was too evil and fat to be a proper role model. Maybe just someone to listen to when you had nothing better to do. With a glance over at Pa Rot, the fool that had almost ruined the entire mission, Alejandro shrugged and slowly floated down to the ground. He was in no hurry, and it gave him time to get strategic. He could come in with a big entrance, like Sigeric had done, but instead of being a total and complete lard-a**, he could actually give chase to their target. After all, he was a fine specimen of physical fitness, and he was considered a pretty attractive man, but he was getting off topic again. He touched down on the ground, gave his zanpakutou another test-spin, and gave chase, as he was ordered.
He wasn't a slow guy, but since he did not know how to use Sonido, he was forced to sprint after the false-shinigami. It was somewhat tiring, but he figured that this would be motivation for when he learned sonido. He also figured that he should ham up this performance, and ham it up he would. Hammy like a ham sandwich on ham-flavored bread with a side of ham. "Where are you going, shinigami b***h? I just want to sit and chat!" He shouted in a sort of pseudo-maniacal glee, something very out of character for the normally calm and brutal Alejandro, but he was hamming it up. He even threw in a maniacal laugh and slashed at the air behind Bikou-shinigami a few times. "Let's go! Run faster, my legs are barely warmed up yet!" He shouted in his pseudo-maniac voice once again, this time aiming a slash for Bikous' backside. It wasn't intended to be fatal, just shallow, but his zanpakutou wasn't designed for acting. He just hoped that Bikou wasn't the kind of person to b***h about a barbed axe across the back.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 4:18 pm
((I assume Im the only Shinigami here eh? XD))
Zaine entered the Eigth squad, having been sent by Evil to deliver a message to the captain of the squad, coming to a dead stop upon sensing the reiatsu of several arrancar within the grounds, the closest was about to slash at what appeared to be a young shinigami girl with strange mannerism that made the hair on the nape of Zaine's neck stand on end, however now was not the time for him to worry about that, all he knew was a fellow shinigami was being attacked by an arrancar, "Hey! Ugly! Try picking on me? Unless you only attack those you know cant defend themselves?!" he crowed loudly, pointing at Alejandro and muttering, "Toobei reikon." Launching a barrage of high speed, low power reiatsu needles at the man, his intent soley being the saving of the percieved girl, not to really harm the arrancar just agitate it enough to come after him. "Now why the hell are you here? You can tell me so I know why I'm kicking you out of the Sereitei?" he asked with a devious grin, wondering what this arrancars response would be.
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