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 Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 2:45 pm
[This will be the main thread for the death of the Bount. Of course, through the course of this mini-plot both the Bount, and the Shinigami attacking them, will be allowed to move amongst the squads. Once the Bount are on the defensive they will come back here where they will meet their final demise.] "Change, like sunshine, can be a friend or a foe, a blessing or a curse, a dawn or a dusk." Truer words had never been spoken, and today those same words would prove all to literal to the men and women of both the Sereitei and the Bount community for today would be a change unlike anything that had previously been seen. Unbeknownst to those involved today would be the first time in history that a complete genocide of a race had been accomplished. Today would be the start of the end for the Bount; an ending that would put to rest the mistakes that a few misdirected shinigami made. For the Bount and the Ravens alike, today would end in wonderful blackness; a night in which they could endlessly carry on their slumber. Foreign energy swirled around just outside of the Shinigami Academy, though it's detection would easily go unnoticed by the inhabitants of this world. On the southern most wall of the school the ground seemed to shake, an illusion formed by the novel force which now acted upon the surroundings. From this mirage seemed to emerge a wrought iron fence*, black paint slowly peeling away as rust seeked to dismember the strange new metal form, black marble pillars standing strong on either side of this new fence. A low creak permiated the air as the rusted metal hinges slowly swung open. The weather outside of the gate was warm, the fresh scent of cherry blossoms wafting through the evening air. The sky above was a wonderful rose pink for the most part with a blood red line of clouds sweeping across the horizon with the dark purple of night following close on it's heals. [I am asking that everyone let the Bount/Ravens post first, followed by the first on scene, Fefnir. Once he sends out a Hells butterfly the real festivities shall start.] [[* Gatter des Himmels (Heaven's Gate): A technology developed through the minds of Asuma, the leader of the Bount, and Blume VonKleinburg. This acts as a gateway between the Sereitei and Earth. To activate this technique at least two Ravens must combine the energy from their marks, while at the same time having one of them clearly envision where they want the gate to open. Because of the strange energy used to create this particular gateway it is nigh impossible to tell where, or even if, one has been opened. The gate looks like it rises from the earth, tearing and ripping through anything the stands around it until it reaches it's full height. The gate looks as if it is formed from rusted wrought iron, shaped in a traditional German style, with solid black marble holding up the sides.]]
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 3:16 pm
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of shadow and death, I shall fear no evil. For thou art with me. Thou, meaning you, maggots." Smirking and chuckling, Asuma came from the inside of the wrought iron fence, from Earth, where he and Blume had come up with the plan they were executing now. They were done for, and they knew it. Asuma only gave them the option to die in the way they chose. There were few bount left, and the techniques they possessed were even rarer than the bount themselves. With the two last bount and their practitioner, their leader, they would finally go to the heart of those who wished their blood, their demise. Zanpaktou over his back, Asuma's long silver hair flowed behind him as he strode into the area not far from the academy. He and Blume had decided on this point of entry from what Asuma had described to him, since most of the sensors and guards were placed within the seireitei itself and not in the academy or around it.
Hands coming from his pockets, Asuma quickly moved his hands out in a snapping motion, the gloves he wore suddenly disintegrating. In immediate response, Asuma's reiatsu flared like a beacon, a crimson aura surrounding his body as he stopped and flexed his body, finally feeling like he was truly home. This is where his story began. It was only fitting it end here as well. Still smiling, though somberly, Asuma closed his eyes, shaking his head. "Ready for one final order, maggots?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 8:16 pm
Blume stood beside his leader, only slightly to the man's right side. "Shadow, you'd do well to calm your reiatsu. You forget that we are now in the Lion's Den and while we might have gotten away with getting in here unnoticed we won't stay hidden for long with you being as flamboyant as you are." He spoke calmly, eyes shifting from left to right behind his glasses as he took in his surroundings. "I'm a bit disappointed in myself. From my calculations it was supposed to be the early morning here..." Looking at the sky it was more than obvious he had vastly overshot in his predictions, the sun just starting to fall under the horizon. "Are you two ready for this?" His question, unbeknownst to his companions, was more so directed to his own weapons than it was the two Ravens he traveled with. The longer he stood in the falling dusk of the Sereitei the more he understood why so many Bount had attempted to come here. The raw power this place provided was incredible, the air so thick with reishi he thought he could literally scoop it into his hands if he so much as willed it to liquefy.
"Ready for one final order? No. But one last request from a friend, sure." He laughed, pushing his glasses further up onto the bridge of his nose with his middle finger. He doubted that any of them would make it through this little escapade, especially since they would all eventually split up. "Kind of makes you wish we had a few more allies that were willing to fight along side us, doesn't it?" His laugh was nervous, forced as he met for the first time the thought that he was going to meet his demise. 'This is for the best, Chap. We were never meant to live in this world.' 'Speak for yourself...' "Asuma, Gaius, have you ever been so close to death that you could actually feel it creeping up the back of your neck?" He asked, looking to both of his friends in turn. It was hard to believe that it had only been a little under a year ago that all this business about being a Bount had surfaced, and now he stood to stare death in the face.
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 8:29 pm
A smile cracking across his face, Asuma's eyes opened, looking over towards Blume with his all knowing smile. "Well, might as well drop the cold hardass facade. But my reiatsu, they would have noticed it the moment we got here, though appearing here hid us for the time." Flexing his hands, Asuma listened to Blume as he spoke, noting his apprehension. He had felt the same way. Hell, he still did. But, this was it. he had come to this precipice so many times before. This time however, he wasn't coming back. even now Asuma could feel his spiritual body starting to lose it's ability to remain together, though the reshi-filled atmosphere around him would sustain him for now. How many times had he died already? Once and for all it would end. An end to the hell.
"I've died before. and not just when I was human. This...will make the fifth time." Chuckling to himself, Asuma held up his hand in front of him, moving reiatsu inbetween his fingers as he spoke. His voice took on a somber edge. "But my soul is unstable now. I'm at the end of my rope here, just holding on. Both of you...this is my final request." Looking down, Asuma actually felt...sad. In all the years of his life, never had he felt this way. The two he was with would be the first, and the last, to see him in such a state. It was pitiful, at the end, to be like this.
"Make it back here alive. Let me see you once more, before I perish. And when you die..." getting the flare back in his voice, Asuma turned to his two friends, smirking with new resolve. "...make sure it's ******** flashy, will ya?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 2:22 pm
Gaius was mostly silent, stepping out of the gate between the two other Ravens. He could feel the energy swirling around him, bringing a sense of power he had experienced few other times. Death creeping up on me? He spoke quietly, barely loud enough to carry in the stillness, "I havn't felt like this for thousands of years, once I came into my powers. I knew nothing on Earth could kill me, and I have always been to careful to let too many Shinigami catch me at once...Damn this is messed up." Gaius drew his gladius and comforted himself with the reassuring motion of running a stone up and down its length. Completely unneeded after he had reformed it and shaped it from reishi and other extremely powerful materials, but it felt right. "We'll make it back sir, and God help them all, I'm going to make them bleed, boil, fall apart, their blood freeze and decimate them. I'm going to take my tenth from them. They had no right to do this." With one last swipe on the blade he slammed it back into the sheath with a bright ringing sound. The jewel on the pommel glowing brightly, covering them all in a cold blue light. "We'll be back sir, and our absense won't have been a waste."
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 2:59 am
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
(( Posting from my phone, bitches! ))
How many hours had it been since he'd sat down in the designated place and began his designated paperwork at his assigned room full of standard issue office garbage? This is what I get for letting my formal work slide in favor of personal work... the lone man muttered to himself, having no companion in the square to speak of, unless you counted the little bird that bobbed into the cup of water or the cat poster with the notably generic 'Hang in there' written underneath. Fluorescent lighting beat down on him, oppressively gentle in its mass appeal, the hum buzzing into his brain, the illumination it provided just weak enough to strain the eyes and make him feel tired, like he'd done physical labor rather than monotonous mental math and expense to income ratios on paperclips. There is no tedium like office work.
Though, of course, he was free to leave at any time, he knew that there was no leaving to be allowed, for who would do his work if he left, and who would have the experience, and who would supervise the rest, and who would train a replacement? It was simply an accounting nightmare. That made Fefnir smile. He felt important because he knew the difficulty of filling the hole when he would abdicate the role of Captain and Captain-Commander. It also gave him pause, because who wants to bear the world on his back with only the sparsest of ability to fix it?
The number of paperclips used in the last year was four million three hundred seventy eight thousand four hundred sixty three.
"For Chrissake!" The red man was astonished, both at the expanse of that number, and how much he didn't care about it. But isn't it so with all accounting, numbers that mean nothing personal? He scribbled his signature on the line to order four million three hundred seventy eight thousand four hundred sixty four for the next fiscal year, stood up, and decided now was a perfect time to take a walk.
As if on cue, two men appeared outside the door. "Sir!" One said, saluting. He seemed generic enough. Odds are he'd bite the big one soon. "We cannot allow you to leave the premises until your work is completed. Please sit down, captain." Yup, he'd be done for, at this rate.
Fefnir wasn't phased. He'd expected there to be guards if only to remind him he was being punished for neglecting things. So he answered casually, though his voice probably betrayed his annoyance. "Relax, kiddo. I'll come back." Which translated to, 'I'll be leaving regardless of your say-so, whelp'. "I just need a minute to clear my head, then I'll put my nose back to the grindstone."
The answer was exactly what Fefnir had expected it would be, and he followed along as the guard said, in a rehearsed tone, "I'm afraid I must ask you to sit down, sir, and complete your assignments." Or rather, he would have said that, if around must he hadn't taken a solid kick in the side of the head. The other guard, equally generic, realized he had no chance against a character with a name, and wisely stepped aside.
Fef stepped into the night, softly and without further noise. The sun seemed to have just gone down outside the shinigami academy where his punishment had been held without even a consolation cup of coffee to offset the inconvenience. Worse though was how they'd worked spells to block off any semblance of spiritual workings or outside interference. Essentially, it was full-on solitary confinement, but much more annoying than simply being cut off from people. That was probably why he didn't immediately notice the giant wrought iron gate or black pillars against the black sky, nor the swollen and awkward feeling reiatsu nearby, even though at least one of the three was familiar to him, albeit to his knowledge deceased several times over.
In fact, it wasn't until he almost walked right into one of them that his eyes adjusted and he could make out the three figures, though not what they were doing or who they were. It seemed the weaker shinigami were affected by the sensory block as well, or they'd have felt the people so nearby as well. This was a curious happening, so of course Fefnir did what any quick thinking shinigami would do and flashed his reiatsu, a sure mark of just who he was if not by feeling than by strength, and said in a loud voice,
"Who are you? Why are you here?"X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
Whoever writes in BLOOD,
_____Does not want to be READ
____________But LEARNED by HEART...
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 4:24 pm
"Five times? Well that must suck. I couldn't imagine being with you for even one lifetime." Blume snickered, then lightly punched his friend on the arm, listening to the rest of what the Shadow had to say before interjecting again. A final request. 'So this is it. This really is the end...' "I thought it would be more frilly. You know, more doilies and light and birds chirping unnecessarily loud in my ear." Blume avoided committing himself to the request. He had never been on to lie, and wasn't going to start now. Not when he was so close to the end. Instead he grinned and applauded. "Touching speech. But try to pull your act together, will ya? You look pitiful, Old Man." He had to wrap this up. Surely their cloaking ability would wear out soon and someone would stumble across them. 'Who cares if someone sees us, that's what we're here for, isn't it?' Shmeid grumbled, desperately trying to release himself from his prison.
Turning, he gave Giaus a quick nod. "Agreed, but it's what we were meant to do. Our brethren have already fallen at the hands of the shinigami, and now it's our turn. All we have to do is worry about giving every body a good show, and teach them that the Bount, despite our lacking numbers, were a force to be reckoned with." A flash of sadness flashed over his face for a fraction of a second as he looked in between the two men. "God damn right our absence won't have been a waste. Let's make a promise now that we meet back here. Alive and well, to fend off the scum that created us, only to wipe us out like lowly beasts."
Just as he put his hand out to make a sort of huddle break he felt a slight wind brush against his back. Turning around he came face to shoulder with a man that towered over him clad in red, a wave of fiery reiatsu washing over him. "Who are we? We are what are left of the Bount. 'Abominations' created by you scum, left abandoned to figure out life by ourselves. And we've come to teach the shinigami some humility." His smile never faltered, looking up to meet the man's eyes. Calling over his shoulder he spoke to his two counterparts, "Hey, I think it's about time we split up and showed this lot of scum just how a Raven conducts themselves, shall we?" While blitzing past, Blume gave the behemoth of a man a shove, trying to distract him from the others so they had enough time to scatter.
[Exits to First Squad]
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 1:22 pm
Smirking, Asuma felt the reiatsu of an old acquaintance long before he stumbled upon them. So, this was the beginning of the end. How quaint. Not even turning around, Asuma let Fefnir draw close to them, seeming to surprise Blume as he sudden appeared. "We are Reapers. Come to give you the benefits of that which you have sown." Letting his own reiatsu flare, Asuma made sure to give Fefnir the wake up call to notice who exactly it was behind the reiatsu. simply smirking, Asuma clenched one of his hands, gathering reiatsu into a tiny orb the size of a marble, highly compressed with his power. As his hand opened and the marble dropped, Asuma disappeared in a cloud of crimson, just as he spoke the words of what he was doing. He knew that Gaius would see what he was doing and get out of the way. after all, his subordinates were far from the average idiot that went against the shinigami.
"Raikohou"
With that single word left behind, the whole area where they had been standing-the gate, the ground, even the air-was violently assaulted with the kido Asuma had activated, destroyed completely without even leaving behind a fragment of the door that they had come through. This was a one-way trip. They all knew that.
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 3:59 pm
Gaius stood steely faced, not bothering to commentate or even react all that much to the exchange between the Shinigami and his two comrades. Life had been returned to the simplicity he had craved for century upon century. Here they would fight. Here they would likely kill. Here they would destroy. Here they would meet their end. Things were simply once more. But before he allowed himself or his allies to meet that end he would be sure to get some satisfaction, satisfy the craving he now felt. A craving for vengeance, for violence, to make these so called "Gods of Death" rethink their divinity. Neither Blume nor Asuma would think much of Gaius' current reticence, it was simply the way he was.
He gave a mocking half-bow of his head towards Fefnir as he gathered a plane of reishi beneath his feet. "See you soon," would be all his friends heard his gruff voice grind out quietly. As the small marble of compressed reiatsu dropped through the air towards the ground his hand slowly rose towards his forehead saluting Asuma. Without budging a muscle he rotated on the reishi to face Fefnir. The hand came down smoothly to form a very insulting image projected towards Fefnir, one in which only the middle finger remained standing.
In the bare milliseconds before the Kido was released he whisked himself away, sped far beyond the speed of a non-assisted sprint by the reishi. By the time the flash faded and the destruction ceased he would be long gone from the space, his reiatsu signature and pressure pulled in and compressed to the point where even the most sensitive Shinigami would barely even be able to tell a Bount, much less a Raven, was in the Soul Society, they could forget about locating him before he chose.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 8:59 am
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
The one he'd bumped into seemed young. He was tall, almost as tall as the red man facing him, with a notably ornate pair of spectacles resting on his nose which has a silver look to them even in the darkness. It wasn't until the moon emerged from behind a bank of clouds that he could get a better look, and discovered that whoever this guy was, he was a borderline albino with his pale skin and white hair, though his clear blue eyes spoke to the contrary of that notion.
A shinigami? He feels... just a bit off. Fefnir mused, still trying to discern just who the stranger was. Still, wouldn't be the first weird reiatsu I'd run into in a shinigami... The biggest thing, though, that set this one apart from the others was his seemingly absolute nonchalance about being in a place that was off limits, out of uniform, and in the presence of his superior. Any regular old shinigami would probably be apologizing by now, but here he stood, smile on his face, not a care in the world. That kind of confidence comes in two flavors; inexperience, and able to be backed up. It was hard to tell just which.
He spoke with the smooth grace of a politician and the weight of Atlas on his shoulders, a weight not his to bear but placed there nonetheless. "Who are we? We are what are left of the Bount. 'Abominations' created by you scum, left abandoned to figure out life by ourselves. And we've come to teach the shinigami some humility." A beat of rest, of silence. He felt a pang of sympathy, for he too knew the pain of being left alone by the one who created you, the sudden lack of guidance and support you were used to and the insecurity and fear it could instill. His was a lonely existence, this boy, that much was certain, and his burden was too great for anyone to rightly place on a person. He also knew that they had been so kind as to place it on his companions as well. He paid them less mind, but enough to be wary of their presence. Then, a flash of reiatsu from the middle one, familiar but different. Asuma... Good to see you, friend. he thought, a slight smile touching his lips, Too bad we aren't this time around. I'd have liked to talk with you again. Your blood won't be what coats my hands if I can avoid it. Let another take your head.
The red man offered no answer to the bold claim, not because he had none, but because he had no words for a target. No matter how much he could empathize with an enemy, an enemy it remained, and the question only became when the fight would happen. He wanted to say, this is foolishness, turn back and be thankful you live at all. He wanted to say, I don't want to hurt you, you're making me hurt you. He wanted to say all the things that his longer experience knew about living, but there was no dissuading him. Only in pain would the lesson be taught. Only the enemy can teach you what the enemy sees.
Fefnir visibly tensed, the smirk gone. His reiatsu pulsed and writhed with reluctance and desire to delve into the terrible deed and complete it and receive absolution for it that much faster. Only a fool would come into a fight where he knows little of his enemy without any support. Indecision... Strike without clear intent from all three, destroy them and risk only himself though he may be overwhelmed, or allow them to escape and surely be caught by others, a stronger net of opposition, where some may die in the process of stopping them.
The child pushed past him. Fefnir elected the second. With a deftness of practiced hands, he "attempted" to grab the intruder as he passed, his hand missing the intruder's by mere centimeters. His back to the others, he heard only the word and felt the swell of power as the spell crashed down the gates the Bount had entered this realm through and the slightest speck of energy fled outward, quickly lost among the other, larger sources. The child had left the most defined trail, so that would be the one he followed.
Fefnir picked himself up off the ground and brushed the dust from his uniform, neglecting the fact that he was cut and bleeding from his back where shock and shrapnel had struck. It would be morning before a proper search would find them. For now, he would get the word out to those he knew were most capable of dealing with such a threat, and they could track the modified humans and deal with them as per the edict of C46: "Death upon sight".
A lopsided red butterfly, Fefnir's personal favorite for that very flaw, wobbled its way through the night and lighted upon the tall man's shoulder, prepared to do just that. He whispered the message to carry and its recipients, and the thing wobbled softly away.Fefnir Kamashiro Zaine Tsukioma, Kei Aoi, Kiisho Hayashi, Yamoto Shiboo, Zebediah Flamstel: Intruders in the Seireitei, requesting assistance. Three adult male, led by Asuma Haruka, former Shinigami, believed deceased. They have separated and dispersed. Be advised, the intruders are Bount. Repeat, the intruders are Bount. Search for out of place reiatsu; it should be fairly obvious who the enemy is. Engage and kill on sight. Aoi, Hayashi, Shiboo, and Flamstel, report to the Academy unless otherwise prudent and begin tracking from there. Break into teams of two and pursue, Kei and Kiisho, team one, Yamoto and Zeb, team two. Tsukioma, with me. I am in pursuit. Report to Squad 1 and meet up with me there. Godspeed, Fefnir
In a flutter of fabric and buffeted air, the red man was gone, hot on the trail left by the nameless Bount boy and returning to his own home in the first division.X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
Whoever writes in BLOOD,
_____Does not want to be READ
____________But LEARNED by HEART...
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 4:24 am
Kei Aoi
Captain, Fourth Division
Sereitei, Soul Society
The dusk had now turned into light darkness but nonetheless young; the young Fourth Division captain was sitting by his office rummaging for his files, reading about Tomoya's records and the profile information of the past division captain, Envy. Kei Aoi had been brainstorming on what to do with his recent member, Satori, when the most unexpected of butterflies passed by him. Turning to see the crimson insect, he immediately heard a somewhat familiar voice that certainly came from the First Division captain; the message was crisp and clear; it was a sudden attack from known men called Bounts. Even though the Fourth Division captain had now information on how to deal with these people, he stood up and then held out his hand towards his Zanpakuto that had been sitting at the other side of the room.
"Understood, Aoi-sama." Falhannah's voice coming out from the blade itself, after Kei Aoi briefed her in his mind. At once, the blade flung itself in the air and then landed on Kei's outstretched hand. "We are to assist Hayashi-sama; it looks like these Bounts will put up a tough fight, barging in to Sereitei like that." He added and then immediately went out of his office and went to the Shinigami Academy.
Due to the fact that Kei Aoi was not yet trained to use Shunpo, it took him several moments to reach the academy. "Where are you, Hayashi-sama?" Kei Aoi sighed to himself, ever so nervous now. ((Short, I know... Introductory posts are rather bad...))
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 5:07 pm
The captain of squad 5 was fast asleep at his desk when he heard the familiar chime of the hell butterfly in his ear. "I'm up!" The captain quickly sat up straight and looked around to make sure no one was in his office. The captain sat silently as the message was relayed through his mind. "Well then this should be fun." Yamoto let out a slight chuckle as he got up from his chair and grabbed his zanpakuto which was leaning on the wall. He quickly strapped the sheath to his waist and walked out the door. "Let's see how much blood you can spill." The captain laughed as he disappeared from his squad grounds.
In a few minutes Yamoto reappeared in the middle of the area where the Bounts had first appeared in the Seretei. "The taint of them is still all over this place." Yamoto smiled as he felt a familiar reiatsu signature in the mix of left over reiatsu. "Asuma....well old friend your death shall bring me much pleasure. Now where is Kiisho vice captain?"
(Short post)
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 7:26 pm
Powchii kept his distance from the larger group of Bount and Shinigami. He had remained in the seretei since his attack on the tenth squad, while he was there he gorged on the copious amounts of reishi that surrounded him, slowly amassing a montrous amount into the shinyogo given to him by the enigmatic Ky, previous leader of the Bount. He played around with the small black case in his hand, the bount crest etched on it emitted a faint glow which seemed to pulsate with life. His eyes slowly examined the people gathering, a gathering symbolizing the end of the Bount, the end of a short lived civilization.
"Our's was a cursed existance..." the Queens voice slowly reverberated over the field, "And now it seems that the few of us left aren't at all concerned with carrying on the torch of our people. As a moatter of fact they seem hellbent on ending it with a 'bang' of sorts. But a futile effort nonetheless." she said sullenly.
Powchii nodded. His eyes were glowing, the blue one seemed full of saddness while his red eye burned with a hatred unsurpassed towards the so-called protectors of balance... the shinigami. "Our time is here, reguardless of our efforts only one outcome seems to present itself. As many times as I play it over in my mind, I can't shake the one end... the end of our prideful existence. Maybe it was our pride that brought us to this final scene. Our arrogance and hate for the shinigami brought us here... and it seems to late for us to ask for peace. And even if we did, the shinigami wouldn't be so willing. Their point of view is to end our existence only out of pity, or mercy, whatever twisted way they see it through their self empowered eyes." Powchii brushed the hair from his face.
"Our existence was short-lived... and only prolonged by our inability to see that we were never meant to be. Ran'Tou tried hard to save us, but her fruits were effortless for we are so willing to end it now." the Queen's voice shook almost as if she were crying for her kind.
Powchii's eyes shut tight and a few lonely tears slowly crawled from them, "I'll watch their fights individually, but shed no tears for them. I'll accept the title of last bount standing and with pride carry it onto the next life." he said wiping his face dry.
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 9:44 pm
Yamoto smirked as he had the announcement of the bount that was still in the area. "I'll deal with you later, but for now I have bigger game to kill." The captain reached into his haori and pulled out a small bottle of ink. He knelt to the ground and pulled out the cork at the top of the bottle. Yamoto dipped his right index finger into the dark liquid allowing it to amass on his skin. The captain pulled the finger out then placed the finger on the ground. He made a perfect circle of ink then divided it into four quadrants, and placed the correct symbols in each quadrant. The captain smiled as he applied his own reiastu to the circle causing it to glow.
"Heart of the south, eye of the north, finger of the west, foot of the east, arrive with the wind and depart with the rain. Bakudo 56. Summoning of the Tracking Sparrows" The inside of the circle began to glow a dim blue as numbers suddenly flashed by. ".....56,41,112,230,58." The captain let out a laugh as he stood up ending the spell. "So he figured out I was tracking him and is waiting for me at my squad. That little ********." Yamoto smirked as he turned to address the captain of squad 4. "Kei if the vice captain of squad 12 shows up tell him to go directly to squad 5 understand, and also there is a bount presence around your squad so I wouldn't waste to much time waiting for Kiisho."
Yamoto turned towards the direction his own squad was located, but paused for a moment. Today is going to be your last day alive Asuma, I hope you are prepared. Without any second delay the captain of squad 5 disappeared in order to meet his challenger.
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 8:43 am
Kei Aoi
Captain, Fourth Division
Sereitei, Soul Society
Kei Aoi turned to see the arrival of the Fifth Division commander, Yamoto Shiboo, and was soon followed by yet another Bount in the surrounding area. The Fourth Division turned to Yamoto, nodded at him for recognition, and then gestured to the new arrival of the enemies. The captain's eyes narrowed as he scrutinized the entirety of the Bount, measured it from appearance, and judged its threat. Slowly, he grabbed the hilt of his wakizashi as he gazed at the enemy; it would take a little some time for him to finishing this, considering the limitation of his skills, but it wise to do so.
Then, Yamoto performed the fifty-sixth Bakudo, Tenteikura. Kei Aoi watched the captain perform the Kido with utmost experience, much implying his skills in performing the Demon Arts. He discovered that some "he" discovered that Yamoto was tracking and that was waiting for the Fifth Division, Yamoto's commanding division. Smirking, the captain then turned and gestured for Kei; he told the latter that a Bount was in the Fourth Division at the moment. Kei Aoi froze in shock as he realized this and that in no way that Tomoya or Satori could ever handle the the enemy alone; they needed someone to support them.
Kei Aoi nodded in response to Yamoto. "Thank you so much for the information, Yamoto-taicho. It looks like I have no choice but to leave at once..." He said, turning his gaze slightly at the sight of the young Bount before them. Yamoto soon left to meet his enemy that has taken hold of the Fifth Division's premises. Then, the Fourth Division captain faced the Bount once again, yet fully this time. "Don't get us wrong; it's just that your race gives us more headache than usual... Well, if you'll excuse me, Bount-kun." The captain said and then gave one departing bow, and dashed towards his home once again.
[Exit to Fourth Division]
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