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 Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 8:39 pm
The shop was small and dirty, pathetic even, but the prize inside was well worth soiling his clothing with the spent oil on the ground. For the past three months Seiko had kept a close watch on the gas station and, more importantly, on the attendant with the oddly colored spiritual ribbon. Normally this would have lead him to leave the woman alone -as it would cause more hassle then it was worth to dispatch her- but his brother had insisted watching her every move. Now, after a quarter of a year, the Quincy leader was allowed to move against her. "He'd better be right about this or I'll have to gut him for wasting so much of my time." That single sentence would mark an event that would shape the world of spiritual beings for years, if not centuries, to come. With a slow saunter the Quincy worked his way up to the gas station attendant. A chill swept around him, black and purple reiatsu licking dangerously at his heels as he headed for the ill fated woman; today, Konoe Takeru would die and join his brother's ranks.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 12:42 pm
╔══════════════════════════════╗ Business was slow and Takeru’s patience was a hairs breadth from snapping. All day she’d felt something tainted watching her, sapping the normally vibrant greens and blues of ambient reiatsu with murky browns that sent the watercolor wash into sickly spirals. Her head bobbed out of reflex rather than actually listening when a small white car pulled up and it took Takeru a few fumbling tries to input the correct information into the pump, select the right grade and actually put the nozzle in the car. Finally annoyed at the continued tainted coloring she glared daggers in the direction of the deepest browns and returned to work.
A few minutes later as she swept up cigarette butts, waiting for her night shift to end, a hand scratching at her scalp before returning the regulation company cap to her head. Work was work, at least she’d found a career that she didn’t have to be a prissy nice girl, menial labor suited her just fine. No need at all to please people and her boss was too afraid of her to fire her. Working her way to the second pump island a burning shiver snuck down her spine and Takeru snapped to attention, her amber eyes narrowed in anger at a stranger making his way towards her. Mentally cursing, Takeru’s first thought was to question why her Summons hadn’t reacted to the man approaching her. His reiatsu was rising and although her normal vision only saw the purples and blacks of its true colors, her secondary sight found the source of the tainted reiatsu. Vortexes of browns veined with deep reds and a few pox marks of black indicated a soul in need of her special brand of salvation.
As the man continued to come closer, Takeru visible bristled, her body stiffening for a moment before shifting the broom and dust pan handles to her left hand. “And you want?” She snarled, face twisted in discomfort, the first stirrings of an Induced Summons shooting soul searing pain throughout her body.╚══════════════════════════════╝
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 11:23 pm
"What do I want?" The question seemed to catch the man off guard as the gas attendant looked towards him. 'She hasn't attacked yet. What a waste...' "Some would say I want you. Others, those who are more aware, would say that I owe a family member a debt and I intend to close that debt with your blood." Slate gray eyes took in the appearance of the young woman. Seiko would have believed she could be beautiful if it wasn't for the lack of poise. "There’s something off about your spiritual ribbon..." He changed subject rather suddenly, twining the smooth string of particles through his fingers as if it were a fine piece of silk. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were one of my own. But I do know better... no Quincy in history has ever had a spiritual ribbon capable of blending colors. It's quite interesting really." Peering down at his watch the Quincy shook his head and let out a small sigh. "Well, I guess we really should get this show on the road." Without even a second for the woman to act Seiko lifted his left arm and made a gun out of his hand, "Try not to worry overly much about your boss. He may be leaving this world sooner than intended, but he serves a greater good, mainly my enjoyment."
A sudden whirlwind of reishi swirled around the man before dissipating to reveal a simple looking bow. Without another movement the string shot back towards his own armpit. "Boom." A soft thwomp filled the air followed by the sickeningly sweet sound of a skull popping like a ripe melon, blood and gray matter coating a nearby gas pump. With a satisfied smile he made his own stone colored eyes meet the toffee ones of his current interest. "Nice sound, isn't it? Makes you wonder why so many people find it disturbing." Flashing a toothy grin the quincy turned his back on the woman and, with another sudden gathering of reishi, vanished in a well rehearsed hirenkyaku. "Keep up if you can, girly." He joked over his shoulder. Now just to make sure that the woman followed him. "Come now, we must be punctual so as to make sure your boss didn't die in vain." 'Senrai had better have finished that trap. I'm tired of taking time out of my day to make sure the son of a b***h gets what he wants.'
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 8:21 pm
╔══════════════════════════════╗ Want me? Confusion seeped past the burning building in her limbs, scorching her insides and morphing her features into something predatory to hone an already exotic face into alien beauty. Takeru’s amber eyes slid towards the odd colored ribbon slipping between the man’s fingers, the ends drawing away and disintegrating in an ethereal wind. Quincy. Recognition of the sub class of human wasn’t difficult, Takeru had tangled with a few unfortunates a year ago, they had mistaken her for some sort of humanoid Hollow.
They never made that mistake again.
Caught between a torrent of reasons as to why this Quincy had approached her and the burn suffusing her soul, Takeru’s unfocused eyes dilated and snapped back into immaculate perception as a reishi arrow sailed past her. The Induced Summons had finished taking hold then and Takeru pivoted with such force the plastic broom in her hand snapped in half against the ground and she was witness to the sickening pop and splatter of her employers head splaying across the pumps. The Kusabi’s hackles rose, her employer meant about as much to her as any other living being, but that death encroached on what she considered her property. Haunted predatory eyes swung back to the smiling Quincy and without thought Takeru had drawn her bone handled dagger in the passage of time it took her eyes to capture his gleeful slate set. A snarl ripped from her and a flare of reiatsu spiraled about her. Keep up. Ha. Falling into a crouch the muscles in her legs coiled and she bounded forward, a blur or bright yellow company wind breaker and unrestrained fury.
[Ugh, really crappy post. I wasn't feeling the posting mojo tonight.]╚══════════════════════════════╝
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 12:16 am
"For Christ's sake, that kid knows nothing about subtlety. I told him to keep a low profile so the ******** shinigami wouldn't notice anything was going on, not to cause an influx of power that would draw the bastards like moths to a flame." The exasperated growl of the arrancar was intermingled with a wet squelching sound, licking the tips of his fingers the king smiled lightly, revealing canine fangs that were wickedly sharp and a bit longer than the average, he ran his hand through is black hair as he looked around at the scattered remains of what were once of a squad of shinigami who were stationed in the area, he nudged a head that had once belonged to one of the members of the squad, the poor man's torso was several feet away, having been ripped apart brutally, his spinal cord remained attached to the head, the man had been torn apart. His was the only corpse to remotely seem like it had once been a living being, the others had become several piles of flesh that still steamed in the cold night air. Giving a quick yawn and stretch the arrancar reached into his pocket and pulled out several silver tubes that had been given to him by Seiko. "Let's hope that little b*****d can keep his profile low this time." He mused, looking back to the remains of the shinigami he had defeated, "Or at least the next wave can make me use some of my abilities before I chew them up." His last comment was punctuated by him grabbing the uniform of the deceased and wiping the gore from his hands. Expelling a large breath that immediately formed a cloud of white in the bright clear moonlight the arrancar king, Senrai Kazume began to set the trap that would signal the end and beginning of his newest Noble."
(hope that was decent enough,first time using this character lol)
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 7:31 pm
"Come now, Ms. Konoe. Snarling is fit for only two creatures; hungry dogs and hollow and unless I'm mistaken, I don't see a mask on your face..." He taunted while he road a fine sheet of condensed reishi. "Perhaps that's why your ribbon is such a peculiar color. Tell me Takeru, are you an animal after all or do you just find it easier to act like one than the human being you were meant to be?" Spinning around in mid stride the Quincy clan leader gazed upon the woman like a play thing. His lips twisted up into a sadistic grin at the same time as his arm shot out, a fully formed bow at the ready. "It's almost as if you have a problem with death... What is it, Takeru?" The bow shivered violently before turning from something simple to an ornate bow of silver, black, and purple. It spoke of a single purpose: death. "Have you ever wondered what it's like to die?" He spoke softly, three arrows forming with a soft pop. The subtle twang of the bow releasing was followed by the squelching slurp of a solid object ripping through soft tissue. "Makes me wonder if they'll attribute my work to crime again..." He muttered as he continued on his way to a side alley.
Seiko could tell just by the smell permeating the air that a small squad of shinigami had appeared, but from the metallic scent that caught at the edges of the buildings he could also guess that his brother had already dispatched them. 'Wonder what the hell they were doing here.' Though he didn't really care that they had been slain so close to his territory, he still didn't like the stench their blood left. 'I'm surprised. I didn't think he'd bother to hide the trap this well..' Coming to a stop Seiko turned grinned back at the woman that had followed him. "I guess I have some explaining to do, don't I?" His voice was dull, devoid of even the smallest amount of emotion. For him, the game was over. All that was left was to spring the trap and keep an eye out while Senrai warped the woman's soul. "See, my brother needs a few members in his ranks. Unfortunately for you, his interest was peaked by your strange abilities. Thus our little game of cat and mouse." He finished with a flourish of his arms. "Bonds of blood, shackles of fate. Rip forth and constrain the flames of ancestors passion, release natures darkest desires." With a strange mixture of hollow and quincy reiatsu the six ginto tubes flared to life. Three of them made a large triangle of swirling black and purple spiritual energy while the next three made an inverted replica of the original, the vertices of which were found in the middle of the larger triangle's legs.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 10:10 pm
╔══════════════════════════════╗ Honed rage kept Takeru on Seiko’s heels, her body a blur of limbs. She’d almost been upon him, her dagger reared back at the ready and only one leap away, but she was cut short by a horrific pain erupting along her lower thigh. The summons, the hate, the anger sloughed off for a split second, returning Takeru from the haze of the hunt. The little s**t had shot her. Blood, dark and thick spilled down her thigh, plastering her jeans to her leg and spreading a dark stain ever downwards. The Kusabi’s breath hitched, but her unhindered leg hit the concrete below her and through sheer force of will she continued forward. The muscle was an inferno, pain lancing all the way up to the back of her skull and her breath came in short uneven huffs. The leg held, but only the return of her rage towards the Quincy kept her in pursuit, deaf to his taunting.
The little pest took a sharp right and Takeru flung herself around the blind corner, body lurching to a stop. The grisly sight of red spattered pavement, the bits of flesh and shattered bone barely registered, her eyes were only for Seiko. A hiss escaped her as she put pressure on her injured thigh, her foot falling into the mass of flesh with little care. Takeru’s amber eyes flashed, her head canting to the side and fingers danced eagerly against the hilt of her dagger. The Quincy was speaking, but nothing was reaching her, only the ever present and soul searing need to kill consumed her. Her other leg came forward, heel hitting pavement and carrion, and she took flight. She lurched forward full tilt and was in time to be crisped by the spell that fell heavily from Seiko’s silvered tongue.
Takeru’s body felt the overwhelming burn and crushing energies, the sensation lost as she body withered, but in that split second even her own reiatsu was a turbulent orange torrent of intrinsic fear. Her eyes blanked thankfully as they were charred to bursting, sight thankfully gone. Her right hand as her once human body fell in a heap, twisted and blackened, was whole and clutching her dagger in a white knuckled grip, the only bit of flesh spared by the spell. Internally, after the pain subsided, Takeru felt light, airy and far beyond pissed. She twitched and the realization that she could still move had her jumping to her feet, fist flying directly for the face of the Quincy that had ended her human life, unbidden by the rattling of chain at her chest. ╚══════════════════════════════╝
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