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 Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 11:07 am
This is one of the popular restaurants in Karakura town. They serve simple foods, sandwich, soups, salads, but all of it is said to be very good. You can come here for a meal, or come for just a cup of coffee, which is also very good. If your not into coffee though, they have hot chocolate as well!
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 7:27 pm
 Suisen
Konran Tamashi
"If you walk the path of the forsaken, be ready to feel excruciating sorrow." ---
Suisen walked into the cafe, looking around before walking up to the counter, ordering a small coffee before sitting down outside, pulling a small phone from his pocket before taking a sip. He opened the internet and surfed it, looking around at small arm dealers in the area. He felt like picking up a katana that he could use for practicing with the humans, but they all seemed to only sell firearms. Typical. He shut the phone and slid it back into his pocket, pulling out his lighter, playing with it lightly before he slipped a bag out of his pocket, pulling bolo looking things out of it. They were two balls tied together by a foot long piece of cord, three pairs. He popped something inside the fabric of them, and lit them on fire, them burning different colors. He slipped off his jacket, getting up onto the beam, beginning his performance, a bucket on the tale in front of him as he performed his act.
While he was spinning and juggling fire in the night, his mind raced to the Soul Society. What he did to the previous So-Taichou, what he did to escape, and what he was in for now. Would he be accepted back? Would he even be allowed through the gates without being smashed into pieces by some shinigami with a death warrant out for him? He sighed, catching and twirling them around his legs skillfully before he caught one in his free hand, noticing his right hand was beginning to bleed from the pressure of the beam. He switched hands like it was part of the act, his mind still racing. Was this going to be the end of him? Not the act, but the simple fact of him entering Seireitei. He wasn't frightened in the least bit, just concerned about the others; would them being with him mean their death also? Would there even be anything willing to harm them now that they were the ultimate power? He knew not.
He began to wrap up his act, increasing the speed to a near impossible sight to track. He began to put them on his hand, him keeping track of where they were by sensing their heat presence along with his zanpakuto. He noticed that there was money pouring into the bucket by now, and with a smile, he decided to end it. He spun off the top, nose diving toward the ground, the fire creating a cocoon around him of sorts. He pulled the fire from the end into his mouth, the fabric dissolving when it hit his tongue, the fire staying lit though. when he landed, he had bitten all of them off, the fire colliding in his mouth. He landed the jump and pointed his head to the sky, opening his mouth and roaring, a white and multicolored flame spewing from his mouth into the night sky. With an extremely shocked yet amazed reaction from the crowd, he made his exit with the money depositing in the "bank", whatever that was. He then decided to head back to the hideout; why not?
((Exit))
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 4:06 pm
xxxx Resshin xxxx  It wasn't that the little girl who had been hiding outside the local Karakura Cafe had been a rather odd sight. She ran about, the stubby little ears protruding from the light blue air. As was befitting of her small, and slightly chubby, stature, the small girl wore her hair in pig-tails, not bothering to hide away those white ears. Her thick hair managed to keep the little ears appearing more as if they were false, ears on a headband, cleverly covered. She had donned a dark sundress, of a naval blue, a slight hole in the back, from which her red-orange tail snuck free.
As was common among her kind, no matter how few there were, she kept her Hoshi no Tama with her, and if she really needed to, she could bury it away. For now though, it hung on a loose necklace, its six stars gleaming. It was a vivid blend of colors, that she had no purpose to listing. She lacked the patience to think of the colors, when she could be out entertaining herself. This little girl hadn't been in a rush to enter, for she had no real answer for the question which was ever imminent with her ever young form.
Finally, her thoughts drifted towards herself, and that which she longed for. That was it. Resshin. Little Resshin was the fox often reminded her. That was her name, and she was there for the land of the earth. One thing which bothered her, within the cities... The land was paved over. It was as if it suffocated in so many places, it bothered the little kitsune. As Resshin sat outside the cafe, contemplating. How was she to get a pastry, which she had yearned for? She thought ever so hard, as her stomach growled in irritation. That little pastry could be that which defined life or death. Oh, how it groaned! It was fortunate that a young woman had happened to be heading in, when the little kitsune grabbed hold of the shirt. "Miss nice person?" Resshin's little voice broke the silence, as the young woman gazed down upon her. Not even half the size of the woman whom Resshin had stopped, she knew that now was the best shot she had had. Keeping her eyes wide and pleading, she looked affectionately up.
"What's the matter, little girl? Lost your mummy?" the young woman inquired, as she knelt before Resshin. That was the question Resshin always received, and the little one simply nodded in response. To get what she wanted, she had to make herself seem on her own.
"Uh huh... An' I'm really hung'y," Resshin responded, leaving out the 'r' in hungry. Appear adorable, and that would help as well. A look of sympathy crossed the young woman's face, and that was when the pint sized kitsune knew she had won, much like all those villains from cartoons.
"How 'bout I get something for you to eat, and then we'll find your mummy?" A generous offer, which would be gladly taken. Another nod, and the little girl was pleased. A smile on her face, as she looked about, and the child found herself aggravated slightly. A hulking mass of metal sped by. A car, as many told her. She still preferred to travel in some other manner. The automobile bothered many of the kitsune, she could imagine, but now was where she was bothered most. Metals wasted, fluids dripping from the machine and tainting the earth.
With the woman inside, and no sweets to distract her, Resshin's anger was beginning to get the best of her, the reiatsu of the girl flaring. Sure, she wasn't among the mightiest of the kitsune, as she'd had explained to her by one of the traveling companions she'd had, though she had one of the most abundant. The ground trembled, a spire rose in her rage, sudden, as the paved over earth burst at a dangerous angle. It seemed polished and sharp, it caught the back end of the car, watching as it flipped, Resshin clapped joyously. The waste of the earth that had gone into that machine was despicable. Another burst of as the earth trembled. It was probably relatively noticeable about, though not as if she were attempting to smash the town.
"Dumb car," the girl giggled, sitting herself on the slanted slab of stone, from which the car's trunk hung. She'd return that to the soil where it belonged in a short while. "The land cries because I do."
"Now tremble."
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 6:22 pm
Suisen
Konran Tamashi
"If you walk the path of the forsaken, be ready to feel excruciating sorrow." ---
Suisen walked down the street, a glimpse of a faint smile upon his lips as he reflected upon his past, his arms folded into his body, seemingly gripping something so it didn't fall apart. He loosened his grip and looked up, noticing a large reiatsu spike whilst he was on his way to the cafe, once again ready to preform his tricks. He sighed lightly, continuing to walk forward; on alert, his footsteps made no sound against the ground. He looked around, and saw that people were beginning to crumble to the ground, being knocked out by the sheer power. This was something that would just not do. He shook his head, running a pale hand through his hair, and he continued on, a slight smile on his face. Something leading to fire always made him happy. Even if it was a fight. Back in the day, he was quite the pro at fighting, hence his Captain background. He mindlessly caressed the maple leaf on his hip, thinking about releasing it, destroying pretty much all the buildings. He decided against it.
He seemed to melt from the shadows, walking toward the girl. He had mastered his shunpo, it being silent as he passed from one place to another, not mattering on how fast or far. He smirked lightly, his eyes remaining the monotone of depression. Soon his face began to match, as he just continued to watch on as she errantly began destroying things. With her reiatsu, she wasn't an Arrancar, and she wasn't a hollow based creature. But her obvious disregard for the human condition did point out that she would possibly be a kitsune. He smirked again. A challenge. Not slightly, but something that if he limited himself could be interesting. He sighed, walking forward more, making sure no one was around as his katana appeared in his hand. He just glared at the girl now, his eyes now void of all emotion, as was his face. His stance became rigid, however, it was noticible he was walking on his toes, slightly leaning forward. He was ready to attack this monster.
"I thought it might be one of you." He said, his lack of speech reflecting himself, even in a situation like this. He could try and talk her down, but that would just not do. Not now. Not with this much errant destruction. "You're making me talk. Something i hate. You're also destroying my home. Something i hate more." He said, his own reiatsu, both peaceful and menacing, cause leaves around him to swirl, and ignite, immediately burning to a crisp before their ashes fell to the ground. His reiatsu also felt kind of cold, but weirdly hot in the same way. "Seal yourself, or face me. If you stop, you might not die. If you do not, i can not guarantee those same results. Even for a child it is foolish for you to act in such a manor. Surrender or die; i share no compassion for imbeciles." He seemed to recite, his monotone voice sounding abnormally harsh and curt, but carrying clearly to her. His thumb pushed the blade slightly out of it's sheath, far enough for a few centimeters of blade to shine brightly. His reiatsu was causing minor cracks to the ground, but causing grass and other vegetation to burn quickly. Nothing more intimidating than elemental reiatsu.
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 3:51 pm
 
Departing from the hideout of the Quincy, and the warehouse that hid it, Leto had set out on foot instead of taking any vehicle or such, it didn’t help any that the weapons warehouse was rather out of the way and Leto was still wearing his signature black suit and dress shoes, each step clopping sharply against the pavement, sending out a slight echoing and satisfactory noise. After a few steps, Leto abandoned the charades of regular steps and began connecting a series of Hirenkyakus that drastically reduced the distance Leto had to travel, when applying factors such as traffic, pedestrians, and traffic lights, utilizing Hirenkyaku was probably faster than just driving. However, the moment he had arrived into the more populated area of Karakura Town he brought his Hirenkyakus to a halt, it would have to be from foot here. As the resolution of the reiatsu became clearer, it became obvious that one of the reiatsus strongly resembled the presence at the bridge while the other one was combination of what felt like a Hollow and Shinigami with more emphasis on Shinigami, in other words a Vizard.
Just knowing that made the tracking them much easier, not only could he just localize their reiatsu signatures, but the red spirit threads of the Hollowified Shinigami would be a dead give away, not that Leto even needed to utilize that ability. Both parties were quite open with releasing their reiatsus, you’d think they forgot about the existence of Quincies and Shinigamis altogether, with this storm of activity taking place here in the Human World, and Karakura Town to be more precise. The release of at least three Taichou leveled reiatsus should be enough to make anyone take note. Either that or Soul Society had rapidly decayed from the stories of their efficiency and past glories. The situation at hand was quite interesting itself too. A new race, or perhaps an old race awakening, of beings that were unquestionably powerful, what would happen to them, how would Soul Society treat them? Most likely, as Leto saw it, they’d simply maintain their current policy for most foreign races, massacre them.
Quincies, Bounts, Arrancars, and even Vizards had been victims of Soul Society in the past, and as most of the Taichous were old as dirt themselves, it was doubtful that policy would’ve changed. But, with their far from enviable response at the moment, it appeared that it was once again up to the Quincy to exceed where the Shinigamis were failing. Even with the requests of their partnership spurned, it seemed as if the hard part would still repeatedly fall onto them. What about the Vizards? Who could really trust them, the murderous schizophrenic psychopaths that they were. It didn’t really seem to matter whether they had received their Hollow powers by choice or chance, but the lot of them were a ticking time bomb and potentially unstable. Don’t even ask about the Arrancars, it was a surprised that they were as poorly organized as they were, Hollows rarely worked together and each Arrancar was essentially a cannibal at one point in their lives, and if you wanted to talk about unstable how about the masses of Hollows inside them threatening to pull them back into a state of conformity that most Gillian were in.
During his entire thought process, Leto hadn’t stopped walking at a brisk pace, as if nothing was the matter and he was just going for a walk, he had soon arrived upon the scene of a kitsune girl, who appeared young, sitting on a slab of stone that was jutting out unnaturally and apparently jabbed a car. Unnaturally since… who put a giant rock in the middle of the street? Leto wouldn’t be excessively surprised if some stupid person had done it, but it was pretty clear that the kitsune, radiating the reiatsu, was the cause of it. This helped enforce the theory that the Kitsunes had based their power on the elements, that prospect wasn’t very good to be honest, since who wanted their entire surroundings punted at them, but it allowed him to be more cautious and such. The Vizard man there had gone ahead and cracked the not-all-that-well-maintained pavement with his own reiatsu and had burnt away nearby flora, fire it seemed. Wasn’t this pleasant?
Of course the earthquake-like tremors had sent people diving for cover, the street looked oddly empty with the two, and slightly cliché-ish, like it was a showdown or such. At the very least, there shouldn’t be too many casualties by innocent bystanders, yet it just wouldn’t be acceptable for the two to fight in such plain daylight in the middle of a heavily populated area. Reaching into his suit blazer, Leto took a hold of a Seele Schneider and played around with it, spinning it on his right index finger. Looking over both of them sternly, Leto began to reprimand both parties. “You do, I’d suggest you scatter before-“ That was quickly cut short, however. Something else had just entered… Not just one, two… Yes, it was quite clear, it was as if Karakura Town was about to be a major meshing point. “Arrancars.” Leto said, more to himself than to the other two. His eyes never left them, it would be foolish to turn his back, but the location of the Arrancar reiatsus was where he had felt the other one, he had sent Lancelot there, it shouldn’t be too big of an issue then.
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 6:16 pm
xxxx Resshin xxxx The people about had scampered away, to hide in their buildings, while she had begun her little fit, and for some reason, Resshin was pleased. She'd punished one of the metal monstrosities, a defilement of the Earth's precious gifts, when there was something new on the street. It wasn't something she found pleasant at the very least, and it seemed nearly awkward. She'd felt part of it before, back all those years ago... A faint feeling. The bad men with the katanas. That wasn't okay with her. The ever strange man brought out that strange katana, that seemed to poke at her again, the faint memories of her time as a plus. The dark haired man began to speak, with eyes ever so cold. 'One of you' was what he said, right? Even if he had that sickening feeling to him, he'd just given her the hint she'd been looking for, and her little white ears perked up."One of me? There's more of me?" Resshin spoke with a bit of enthusiasm to her tone. Sure, the man was scary in a way, but it wasn't like she'd been talked down to in one way or another in the last five hundred years, and like every other time someone had done so, Resshin's urge to bury them alive rose significantly. It had always seemed so preposterous when people spoke of reading one's intent to kill, but it seemed almost clear when Resshin was angry. Biting her lip on the curiously sharp teeth, the slab of stone seemed to shake, and the earth further along with it. Mr. Fire in front of her couldn't intimidate her, with the ground cracking about him and the burning plants, Resshin snickered. There were kitsune that could do the very same thing! Just as the ground began to buckle, the little girl about to lash out in a frustrated scream, another presence appeared.
Biting her lip, as if to cut off all that she were about to do, she looked at the man, the new one, as he began to speak. He seemed to think about his words carefully, as if he were in a den of vipers. Who was she kidding? Mr. Fire didn't seem very likable, nor balanced in a sane kind of way. What was she to call this man though? Resshin couldn't think of a decent way to put the newcomer under one name. There was so much going on, her thoughts were becoming cluttered all the while. It seemed that there was a lot going on, in another part of the town, some of which were more akin to her power. She'd described it as pure, long ago, but nonetheless, she had to deal with these two first. That was when she had it! A name for the newcomer, and a better name for mr. Fire off down the street.
"I'm sorry, Twirly," the little girl smiled, looking at the man from the hunk of metal, which hung from the slab of stone, as if it were a swing in the breeze, he legs swinging slowly. Maybe if she could go and get this new guy on her side... That idea was quickly struck from her mind, as she thought about the others. To get him on her side, she'd probably have to stick with him a short while, and that wasn't something she liked the idea of, not now that she was aware that there were other kitsune nearby, otherwise... Well, why would the other man have had such an issue, if there were others nearby? Surely, they couldn't have gone that far. Looking between the two of them, Resshin wasn't too fond of the idea of staying either, and the ground began to buckle beneath the slab, and the slab began to sink back into the street, granted, the asphalt wouldn't fix itself as she removed it, but in the end, it would leave a patch of earth, where things could flourish.
"Well... No more big rock, no big trouble, right?" Resshin explained as the stone slunk back into the earth, leaving the blue haired child glancing over at the heated... person with the shining silver and crackling vegetation. She didn't like backing down, but odds were against her, even she could admit she was outmatched. She didn't often bother to remember names, but nonetheless, it wasn't something that should be overlooked. Twirly, being the man with the saber of sorts, and Mr. Fire over with the cold eyes and scare tactics, surely they wouldn't attack the child, whom had just fixed the major damage to the best of her extent. "The car's just hurtful." An odd explanation from the five hundred year old child, sheepish and innocent. Surely if they'd been there moments before, they would understand, wouldn't they? Resshin was antsy, ready to take off, and try and explore, maybe find another of the kitsune, and despite this, she was ready to fight just as easily, her reiatsu dampened some. "The land cries because I do."
"Now tremble."
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 7:35 pm
Suisen
Konran Tamashi
"If you walk the path of the forsaken, be ready to feel excruciating sorrow." ---
Suisen growled lightly, looking over his shoulder at the Quincy. His normally brown eyes seemed tinted by oranges and yellows, but calmed once the Quincy noted Arrancars. It didn't take long before he sensed them too, though he wasn't really looking. And Kai was there also; fun fun fun. His attention then turned to the little one, who seemed to think that she was alone in this world; who would be so belligerent enough to think of such a thing? If there was someone, there was bound to be someone similar to that one person in some way. He snarled lightly, looking back to the girl, his reiatsu closing off so the vegetation, or what was left of it, wouldn't ignite and burn like the rest. With a sharp concise pulse, the remaining flames were extinguished, the smell of burnt smoke filled the air. The vegetation around him was all but ash, blowing away in the slight wind.
He growled noticeably, louder than his previous outburst. He slipped the blade completely down into the sheath, it disappearing in mid-air. He looked at the girl, and sighed lightly. He kind of knew how it felt, to feel alone in a world. Especially where everyone was different. It was that way after he first became a Vizard, the world seeming all glum and lifeless, him being alone. Then he found Kai, and essentially fell in love with the family he now had. They were truly one of a kind; all of them, and there wasn't much anyone could do to separate them now. But his attention was also focused on the Quincy as well as the Kitsune. He wasn't trusting of wither race, though the Quincy were some what on their side. He sighed loudly, rubbing his forehead with his palm. He began to walk away, his boots still silent on the pavement that was beneath his feet. He paused lightly, looking from the Kitsune to the Quincy.
"Look. Two arrancar, and two of you, he said looking to the small child, "would not have trouble defeating who we have there. Quincy, we should leave before things get much worse over there. Little one...you should come too." He said with a light smile, turning away again. He sighed, rubbing his throat lightly. Talking this much was really putting him in strain. He could yell and scream for days, but simple talking was like a nightmare for him, odd enough. He rubbed the back of his head, and continued walking. He turned into an alley, and immediately jumped up the the roof of the building to his right. When he reached the top, he had his hand next to his face, his thumb and middle finger rubbing against each other, producing a snap. In a split second, his mask formed on his face, his body disappearing in a Sonido. It was faster than a shunpo, and he knew not if he needed the advantage.
((Exit, River))
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:04 pm
The weasel is the only creature capable of killing the basilisk
Some say at the expense of it's own life
Some say it emerges triumphant and living
{Enter}
Masaki appeared in an alley looking out over the scene of the cafe and the wreckage in front of it. His eyes narrowed. What the heck had just happened. He closed his eyes and focused. Reiatsu was everywhere. He recognized Quincy reiatsu, of course. And some fleeting shinigami pressure. Maybe even a bit of hollow? but that was gone now.
He stepped forward. A man he knew to be a quincy but didn't know much else about stood before him. Could he have been the cause of the giant pressure quake? He would have to be captain level for such a feat. Masaki gripped his zanpakuto lightly, careful not to put too much pressure on the grip. It made Itatsi nervous. And he never worked well nervous.
Stepping into the scene, he saw a little girl with bright blue hair and white ears. His eyes narrowed. Kitsune? Was that part of the pressure he had felt earlier? He couldn't tell. But what he knew of the kitsune was that they were all captain level. If he was going to beat this thing, he'd have to use his analytical mind to his advantage.
Cue the act.
Masaki yawned and slumped against a wall, disappearing and appearing beside the Quincy, on the side of the creature. The Quincy's pressure felt stronger than his own, but he was in a defensive mood regardless. "Hey there," He said to the little kitsune calmly. It looked pretty cute from this angle, and downright adorable. Which in his experience meant it was dangerous. Got to watch out for that.
"Little cutie pie, could you answer me this one question?" Masaki asked playfully. Itatsi giggled. It liked acting playful. The Itatsi and Kitsune were both very clever creatures. "You were the one that made this super big mess, right? It's okay, don't worry about it." He chuckled. "I've made lots of big messes in my day. Huge ones. Some, I swear, bigger than this."
He appeared on the Quincy's other side and narrowed his eyes. "Masaki Nakamura, Lieutenant of 8th Squad. I was sent here from the soul society to investigate the reiatsu quake we sensed moments ago." He made sure to speak in a not particularly loud voice, but loud enough so it was obvious he wasn't trying to hide what he was saying. This way the kitsune wouldn't think he was trying to hide something from her, the cute little thing.
I may live or I may die
But either way
I will slay my basilisk
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 5:43 pm
Alexander Hydroso
Captain of Squad Nine
"My god" The new arrival stated, quite loudly. "Look at this mess!" He said, a grin appearing on his face. Obviouslly he wasn't taking the wreckage too seriouslly. "Its as if an earthquake came through here!" He said, stating it with sarcasim. The man appeared to be shinigami, tachiou ranked. His white clothing covering the shinigami black robes. His black hair hung in front of his face, which was covered in what seemed like soot. Alex, which Masaki knew him as the Taichou of Squad 9, was staring at the quincy and the new person. The little blue-haired girl has a good chuck of spirt pressure. It seemed like she was keeping it down, like Alex was. She must be a Kitsune. He walked over to the fukutachiou, who was introducing himself. He was talking to a Quincy, which was interesting. 'Maskai Nakamura, Lieutenant of 8th Squad...' Alex zoned out a bit at the last part. Hearing him stop talking, Alex added "And I am Captain Alexander Hydroso, Captain of Squad 9" He said with a wide grin. He was interested in the girl, questioning why a shrimp could have so much spirt pressure. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Δεν φοβάμαι ενός στρατού υπό την ηγεσία των λεόντων από ένα πρόβατο? Φοβάμαι ενός στρατού υπό την ηγεσία των προβάτων από ένα λιοντάρι."
(I am not afraid of an army of lions led by a sheep; I am afraid of an army of sheep led by a lion.)
-Alexander the Great
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 8:39 pm
Twirly? Twirly? Leto was just going to have to ignore that little nickname the childish Kitsune had decided to give him. At the same time he self-consciously halted the spinning of the Seele Schneider in his hand and simply returned it to its position on his belt, among the other Seele Schneiders already there. What now then? The child had returned the rock back into the ground, leaving a patch of earth there, out of place surrounded by concrete and asphalt. Surely the tension and hostile intent hadn’t ended with that had it? Leto’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, a suspicion that was equally distributed between both the Kitsune child and the Vizard man, he didn’t know whom he could trust yet.
The Vizard then went ahead and suggested moving towards the River area to engage the two Arrancars in combat. Leto didn’t follow after him as he departed from the scene, heading towards the River, the current hub of activity, it seemed. Leto didn’t follow after the Vizard though, Lancelot should be arriving there soon, although delays could be a result of his unfamiliarity with Karakura Town, Lancelot was strong and efficient too, if somewhat of a ‘freeloader’, if that was the proper term for it. In short, Leto was vastly confident in his ability to deal with the situation on the River, the slew of other presences there, Shinigami and Vizard both, shouldn’t make it a major problem anyways, it seemed as though the perpetually late Shinigami had finally arrived on the scene. The battle could go either way, but the odds were against the Arrancars here. Invasions never worked unless one side had a force strong enough to hold the other side off.
Leto then turned back towards the little Kitsune girl after watching the Vizard depart. She seemed eager to follow but hadn’t yet. “What is your business here, Kitsune?” Leto asked, his voice neutral. Surely, there had to be some ulterior motive for suddenly showing up and announcing one’s presence with a giant earthquake and waves of reiatsu, didn’t there? Well, perhaps not to the mind of a child but a wolf in sheep’s clothing was far more dangerous than a normal wolf. As a result Leto was slightly on edge, although he would never show it. At the same time he was glad he hadn’t chosen to arrive by car; that could’ve been a source of great injury, and painful too. This Kitsune seemed to have an affinity with the earth, an aerial battle should take him out of his domain, if it came to it.
Two presences, Shinigami it seemed, had begun racing towards their location. Judging by their reiatsus, one of them was a Fuku-taichou and the other one was a Taichou. As the first source of the reiatsu stepped out of the shadows, Leto’s gaze wandered over towards him. Regular Shinigami kusode, obi, and hakama, no sign of a haori, and a lieutenant’s badge wrapped around his arm. The Fuku-taichou began to talk towards the childish Kitsune, speaking as though he was a responsible adult kindly reassuring a child who had broken a vase. The Fuku-taichou then walked over to him and introduced himself as a Masaki Nakamura, belonging to the Hachibantai, Eighth Squad. That was all well with Leto here, even if they did try to do anything out of the usual or hostile against him, they wouldn’t stand much of a chance against the Leader of the Quincies.
Then another Shinigami came crashing onto the scene, figuratively of course. Adorned in the haori with a “nine” on his back, clearly this new arrival was a Captain from Soul Society. And the nine obviously clashed with the Eight the Fuku-taichou had said he was from, Seireitei usually wasn’t this disorganized, who knew though, perhaps it was a special situation, perhaps it was just a mix-up. Whatever it was, it wasn’t relevant here anyways, now was it? The Taichou then walked over and introduced himself as “Alexander Hydroso” with a grin that seemed to stretch off his face. Also a grin that made Leto want to punch it, but that wouldn’t be “politically” smart, would it? He would just have to deal with these two new arrivals and see how the Kitsune would react to them. “Leto Takahashi.” He stated simply before he used Hirenkyaku to move away from the two Shinigamis and to a point where he could watch all three of them, after all if the Kitsune was going to react negatively standing between the two of them wouldn’t be smart would it?
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 1:24 pm
 Daichi Nagano The sound of a sonido nearby, as well as his own spiritual pressure, would make trying to hide and scope out what exactly was going on impossible, so when the second in command of the Vizard appeared, he made no effort to hide himself. Daichi had felt the presence of Suisen earlier, thought he had gone to the river, most likely to meet up with Kai and help her if he could. He had also sensed the quincy earlier on and the two shinigami as well, but his attention was not on them, it was on the little kitsune child. She had a surprisingly massive reiatsu for someone her size, perhaps not as large as his own or the quincy, but it was certainly large enough to give a lieutenant a run for his money. The Vizard surveyed the damage with a careful gaze as he saw a point where the asphalt had been ripped and torn apart from the bottom up, and while there was no longer anything there, it was obvious something had been jutting out of the ground. This child could obviously be a cause for worry if she was capable of causing tremors of that magnitude so easily, and as such it was his responsibility to the Vizards to make sure nothing would happen to their home. However, it seemed that the two shinigami's were taking a special interest in the girl, most likely for the same reasons he had.
While he didn't recognize either of the shinigami's, he prayed niether of them could recognize him for who he was, incessant questions and comments about his former captain position would only prove to be an annoyance. Finally after a while he chose to speak, though it was with a measured and cautious tone. "What exactly happened here?" his voice was calm and neutral, and the question was posed to anyone willing to answer, though preferably toward the Kitsune or the quincy; the kitsune for obvious reasons and the quincy because he seemed to be the most aware and competent of the other provided company. The fluctuations of powerful spiritual pressure was keeping Daichi on his toes, just in case he needed to make his way over there quickly should something go awry while he was trying to deal with the current situation with the small kitsune.
((Sorry for shortness, it'll get longer once I actually have stuff to reply to instead of just having my character arrive.))
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 1:00 pm
xxxx Resshin xxxx Suddenly, the fiery man didn't seem so scary. At first, it seemed as if the man was going to continue either way, as she'd gone and caused most of the mess, despite the biggest pieces having been... "picked up". Without the mess, it seemed she was in the clear with him, the ground seemed to tremble ever so slightly though, as the dark haired man with a sword seemed to growl, quite audibly. That was one thing that didn't quite agree with Resshin. Despite all this, it seemed he was leaving, saying something along with it. There were two kitsune there? There were more? She wasn't alone? That grin on her face was widening ever more, as he sent her an invitation to go along with. "The others!" Resshin squeaked with excitement. Unfortunately for her, it seemed that her chance to follow had been quashed. Now, a new shinigami had arrived on the scene, but he didn't seem to reflect much difference from they who were there so long ago. The uniform, and sword. It wasn't something Resshin was noticeably fond of, and despite his kind entry, wasn't clicking well with the irrational side of her personality. He had slumped against the wall, as he addressed her. Little cutie pie, and she could only giggle in response to the flattery. The red haired man was tossing a couple of questions, there was only one name she could give the red haired man. The yawn had firmly set him as the man known as 'Sleepy'. Simplistic, but enough.
"Uh huh 'n' why, Sleepy?" Resshin replied to the red haired shinigami. At her level of maturity, the young man should have expected something along the lines of the reply, as she had deftly answered a question, leading to an inquiry on part of the second, about the mess. His statements about making bigger messes certainly edged her closer to admitting this, but it didn't change what he was, with the uniform. He was one of the shinigami who had tried to send her away so long ago, or he might as well have been, considering how faded it had become.
Another of the shinigami arrived, in this case, he seemed different. His clothes, which were settled over with the use of the white hakama. Dark hair, but his outward appearance did seem to trump the idea of of idiocy, or rather... lack of smarts. He didn't seem quite as smart as Twirly did, and even Sleepy looked more appealing than this new guy. He didn't deserve a name! That was it. She'd wracked her brain over what to call him, but there wasn't anything good at this point.
That was when Twirly had chosen to pipe up, although at this point, the Quincy wasn't quite twirly anymore as the blade had found its way back to his belt. Business in Karakura? That was what he meant, right? It didn't matter much what business was going on to the little Kitsune, when another strength arrived on the scene, much like Mr. Fire who had left just moments before. This one didn't seem quite as fun as Mr. Fire could have been, but he was not quite jumping the gun. More relaxed maybe? The neutral tone indicated nothing, and that bugged the child.
"Uhm... Came for breakfast, Twirly," Resshin began to elaborate, when it came down to it. She couldn't help but find herself at a loss for words. How to explain the finer points? "Then... Uh... The leaky car came, and the land wasn't happy, mister! Land shouldn't be unhappy!" Resshin's voice seemed distraught, her natural ties with the land beneath her feet had clearly begun to get to her a little more. A plea, almost. At this point in time, there were far too many people to fight, just to escape elsewhere. The spirit whom shared her soul seemed to compel her to follow this route as best she could. Learn about the man whom she deemed Twirly, perhaps? Or the people about him?
(Sorry for the delays. Class and whatnot.)"The land cries because I do."
"Now tremble."
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 4:02 pm
Alexander Hydroso
Captain of Squad Nine Alex's smile faded, a more serious look setting in. The girl seemed distraught. She seemed bothered, distracted. Apparentlly, the soul reapers weren't the only ones being attracted to her spirit energy. Alex placed a hang on his hilt and gripped it. The desire for fighting burned through him, Seiyuuki giving him images of all creatures that have fallen before him. Shaking his head to send those images away, Alex looked at the quincy, then at the fukutaichou, then at the girl again. He let loose a sigh, and ran his hand through his inky black hair. "You know kid" He started to say to her, "You cannot go and destroy everything that harms the earth. I dislike it too but there are other ways" She seemed like the typical littl girl, the one who would play with dolls and imagine unicorns and rainbows. Yet she also seemed that she can cause damage when provoked. He walked over to her and crouched in front of her, so they can see eye to eye. He gave her the 'i'm friendly you can trust me' kind of smiles. "Whats your name kid?" He asked her. Maybe these Kitsunes wouldn't be all bad, in fact, they might turn out like the Vizards and not hate the shinigami totally. Or they could turn into enemies and become like the Arrancars. Either way he was going for the friendly approach. "I'm Alex" he said in a gentle tone to her. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Δεν φοβάμαι ενός στρατού υπό την ηγεσία των λεόντων από ένα πρόβατο? Φοβάμαι ενός στρατού υπό την ηγεσία των προβάτων από ένα λιοντάρι."
(I am not afraid of an army of lions led by a sheep; I am afraid of an army of sheep led by a lion.)
-Alexander the Great
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