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 Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 1:12 pm
Name: Quinones Torrik Acilino
Aliases/ Nicknames: Torrik
Gender: Male
Age: Appears to be in his early 20's. Actual age is unknown.
Height: 5'9
Weight: 152 lbs
Race: Hollow
Level: Arrancar (Created by Aizen)
Rank: Former Espada #3
Physical Description:
Thin, toned, only stands at 5’9. He has brown, medium length, black tipped hair which he usually keeps it up in a ponytail (pineapple head). He has slightly dark skin and black stripes on his upper arms, wrists, legs and back. Though his rank has changed, the number 59 is tattooed on the right side of his neck just below his jaw which is usually covered by his black scarf. The number 3 is located on his upper right arm as a part of one of the tattoos. His telltale "hollow hole" is located in the center of his chest just below his collar bone.
Personality: Aloof, reserved, and quiet, he rarely speaks (due to scars in his throat from evolution training) and doesn’t show much emotion in his face. He doesn’t feel the need to talk for he finds that it’s a waste of time anyway and usually answers all questions with one word answers. When he actually does let out words it is often shrouded with a sarcastic and quiet tone. However, he will sometimes blurt out a witty, crude remark when someone else does something stupid. Due to his really odd sense of humor, he always finds things amusing that nobody else does but when someone does something that is intended to be funny, he thinks it's stupid. He is also the curious type- always wanting to know what is going on around him or doesn't mind taking the time to learn something that sparks his interest. Torrik can also be very imaginative. If something is not interesting enough, it will certainly be so inside his head. Rarely taking the initiative, Torrik will watch and wait for an adversary to make the first move. Though he is an arrancar, he does not intend to be evil but will do almost anything for his self satisfaction and amusement and often comes off as arrogant toward his other Arrancar brethren. There are often times when he seems to be careless- reflecting that he simply doesn't care. Pride in fighting means nothing to him and would happily trade off a win for a fresh fish (this actually happened once). Torrik does have a hidden soft side that he only shows toward young girls and kittens. He hates dogs and those who talk too much. (Talking dogs would be considered a worst nightmare)
Zanpacto:  Tranquilo León Garra de águila (Silent lion eagle talon) Curved black Arabian saber about four feet in overall length. He rarely uses it as an actual weapon simply because he deems his claws to be more effective.
Resurrección Name/Release Phrase:
Name: Susurration/ Praise: Murmur.
Resurrección Description:
 When activated, his zanpaku-to transforms portions of his body back into his Adjuchas state which looks similar to that of a griffin baring sharp talons on his hands and elongated feet. The tail in this form is not just for show, but acts as a rudder to help maintain balance and control when moving about at high speeds. His coloration is not like that of the usual white and has more resemblance to the desert he once called home. The mask looks like that of an eagle skull with ears that sits on top of his head instead of over his face. The scarf he is never seen without appears longer and flutters behind him, resembling a pair of black wings. He cannot actually fly with these. His bones are hollow, making him somewhat fragile yet light and nimble- enough to jump higher and remain in the air for an extended period of time.
Resurrección Powers/Attacks:With larger feet and lighter hollow bones, Torrik's speed is nearly triple that of his original state. His claws contain a poison that attacks the victim's throat, rendering them mute for a varied amount of time (depending on how powerful the opponent is). To be mute disables a Shinigami opponent's ability to call out to a zanpakuto and use Kido spells. An arrancar opponent is disabled from calling out to their zanpakuto, and use cero/bala attacks from the mouth. Once the poison's effective time is up, the only way for it to exit the body is through the mouth or nose, making the victim violently sick in the process. (Torrik gets to see what they had for lunch that day.)
Poison Effective time-
Captains/Viazards/other Espada: 15 mins (four posts)
Lieutenants/lesser arrancar: 30 mins (six posts)
Seated members: 1 hr (eight posts)
Unseated/new members: 2 hrs (you're screwed for pretty much the whole battle.)
(Note: the post count does not have to be in sync with the time.)
Orange Bala- A Bala attack infused with the poison from his claws, making it appear orange and is generally aimed at the face of an opponent. There isn't much power behind this attack yet if one where to inhale at the point of impact they will succumb to the same affects as being scratched. This is only for distance attacks and is rarely used.
(An RP reminder- be realistic: Torrik was the 3rd Espada and is not weak by any means. Take his ability seriously- especially if your character is below captain level.)
Special Accessories: Torrik is almost never seen without his black scarf which hides his hollow-hole. He also is armed with two inch, very strong, black nails on the end of his fingers. They look as though they could be talons and are perhaps the key to his true power. There is also a cuff on his upper right arm that covers his former Espada number, which he is unable to remove.
Skills:
Speed- Quick in mind and body, Torrik's speed is his highest attribute. On top of being able to execute sonido with little effort, he is nimble and able to move about silently. As a prerequisite, he is not so physically tough (as in defensive capability).
Vision- His eagle-like eyes can see small objects in perfect detail from miles away. This also allows him to attack with precision and minimal error in up close combat.
On an unrelated note, he is a very good dancer but only does it when nobody else is around and also has the ability to understand birds and cats.
Arrancar Powers:
Pesquisa- Torrik's keen senses can spot a riatsu from miles away.
Bala- Not one for using ranged attacks, Torrik rarely uses this and will only see fit to do so in desperate situations. His are launched from the palms. (Orange Bala used in Resurrección form)
Garganta- Had to remember how to use this after being away for so long but got the hang of it quickly after watching another Arrancar do it.
Sonido- One of his greatest feats, Torrik is not the least bit afraid to boost his movements with it nor does he mind using it to make a hasty escape. One step= 70miles max. Resurrección form is double the miles. When using it in short bursts or distances, he doesn't tire easily.
Poisonous claws (released form described above).
Specialty: Speed/stealth- best suited for recon missions. supports: quiet, fast, good eyesight, and has a knack for avoiding hostility.
Biography/History: (This will be updated with more detail- I lost the old  file after computer issues) Torrik's past before becoming a hollow is a mystery to all. The only thing he really knows is that he had a younger sister and that he died of a cancer that had developed in his chest. How he became a hollow is unknown to him and he never cared to remember.
(Torrik's evolutionary thread was lost in BSS. References: STOCKFICSH, Fighting Fefnir, Red_Moon_Wolfess, Captain Daven Moto, and 2_T0NE)
Once he had become a hollow he devoured the weak and became a Gillian like any other. Roaming about in the sands of Hueco Mundo, he couldn't imagine a better life. He enjoyed his peace and quiet and luckily he was left alone by the other predators that resided there. Unfortunately, he was eventually captured and forced to evolve by Aizen's twisted methods (old guild). The spiritual energy needed to evolve from Gillian to Arrancar was literally shoved down his throat, causing great injury that now impedes his ability to speak. Fortunately, his quiet nature did not keep him from raising to the top of Aizen's army of Espadas with the rank of #3.
Often despising the shannanagins of his fellow Espadas, Torrik would often disappear within Las Noches for a nap and show no motivation to be involved with anything. He somehow obtained a retainer, a Fracción by the name of Accapello- a talkative young girl who amused yet annoyed him at the same time. She often reminded him of his younger sister from his "living" days. Oddly enough, she acted as his voice in many situations.
Once an all-out war had broken out between Las Noches and the Gotai 13, Torrik was sent on recon missions but found them to be more amusing- something not to be taken seriously. His fascination with the living as well as his shinigami enemies made his job more enjoyable. It wasn't long before he began to question his existence as an Espada and took more value in his freedom than war. Never sharing the views of Aizen or the other Espadas, Torrik eventually left Las Noches behind and disappeared.
No longer a real threat to Shinigami, Torrik resided in the human world as an observer. His hunger for souls often pained him but he somehow disconnected himself from the world of Hueco Mundo completely by simply ignoring his instincts. Little did he know, Las Noches had fallen. It wasn't until a fellow Arrancar entered the forest where he slept. Giving him the vital information, the other Arrancar allowed him to follow her into Hueco Mundo. Embracing his freedom more than ever, Torrik was more than happy to return to the desert home he loved. However, his decision to rejoin his Arrancar brethren is still to be determined.
(Image of Accapello left)
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 1:15 pm
Below is an RP that took place in the old Karakura Town. It’s mostly an example of what kind of Arrancar Torrik was. Torrik_59 High above the buildings and skyscrapers, a tare suddenly ripped open in mid-air. Stepping on the sky as if there were some kind of invisible floor, the arrancar walked lightly for this was his first time entering such a strange yet interesting place. Before he even bothered to look down, his sensitive ears captured the sounds of the every day hustle and bustle of the city below him. Machines, horns honking, the voices of the humans all blended together filled his mind with curiosity and wonder. Momentarily peering back over his shoulder, he made sure that the rift to the darkness closed back up before he decided to commence any further. He did not have orders to arrive here today but was unafraid of what possible reprimanding waited for him back in Hueco Mundo. In his eyes, exploring wasn't at all a bad thing. It was always best to recon and survey every possible area that can be reached before any mission. With his newfound rank, Torrik knew that he'd be seeing this town a lot more often.
Finally glancing downward, the large rectangular and square shaped roofs of structures peered back up at him. Vehicles and people moved about like small, colorful insects that all needed squashing. There was so much movement that he wasn't quite sure what to focus his eagle-like eyes on as of yet. In fact, the sight almost made him dizzy.
As his sharp brown eyes continued to scan the area as his other senses began to pick up the varieties of spiritual pressure in the area. As expected, many of the signatures he picked up were very weak. He was indeed surprised that there were so many spirits lingering around as well. He knew of this because the scent and feeling of a human spirit was almost like smelling something that would most likely taste good. He began to remember those days when he used to eat these human spirits for more energy. If at this moment he was his old, brainless, gillian self he wouldn't be restraining himself right now. He'd just jump down there and start eating before the other hollows could.
Shaking his head, he decided to forget reminiscing. There was too much to do and too much to see. Slowly letting himself down from the sky, he finally let himself go about ten feet above one of the rooftops. Landing at a crouch on the edge, he peered downward, carefully examining the busy street below. His eyes now zooming in on each and every human, he found himself grinning a couple times in amusement. One smaller child was riding his bike and fell off it while riding over the curb too quickly. He cried for his mother yet nobody showed up. There was also a very large busty woman who was yelling at a smaller man who really had no ambition to fight back. Right at that moment, a kid across the street poked another kid in the eye with his finger. Torrik then found himself particularly fond of one older man who kept looking around anxiously before shoving his finger up his nose as he sat there on a bench.
'Humans are such disgusting, simple creatures... yet they're so funny at the same time.' he continued to think to himself as he watched. Fighting Fefnir ((Torrik? O_O; I'm gonna die, aren't I?))
Fefnir spotted Yuki across the place (and it had to be Yuki. The attitude was all her) and gave her a little wave, calling her to his own table, where he had a cup of black coffee sitting in front of himself. His whole demeanor suggested he was much more mature than his form showed, and he hoped that she would recognize his mannerisms enough to know it was him. red_moon_wolfess (( Oh don't flip, I told you it's unofficial so he can't kill us XD )) Yuki was a little suprised to see a little girl waving at her from only a few tables away. She seemed rather energetic in her waving... and she was drinking black coffee, woah. She looked behind her to see if anyone else was responding to the kid like it was theirs. Just to make sure the little girl was calling Yuki she pointed to herself, silently asking if she was calling her. The little girl persisted, and Yuki gave up the fight, she could babysit a brat for a little wile if worst came to worse. She moved over to the girl's table and sat down... She had Fefnir's red eyes.... Yuki all but bust out laughing.
"Fefnir?!... That can't be you!... I thought being a captain came with a gigai!"She said though spirts of laughter. It was just then that she felt a dramatic increase in the spiritual pressure. Something big was coming her way. She flipped her bag around so she could grab the cell phone senser, she set it on the table just in case any orders came and kept wary of the huge pressure in the immediate aria.... Hoping that her gigai would do all in it's power to mask her spiritual pressure.
It was at this point when Torrik began jumping from building to building. He found the hight of the structures perfect for his personal recon mission. Once he reached a good vantage point, he continued to look around for anything unusual or for something he found slightly funny. He still had yet to run into any high spirit energies or other hollows. This area seemed to be perfectly quiet. Unfortunately, this was beginning to get a little boring for him and fast. It wasn't that he wasn't interested in what he had to look at, but eventually, it was just the same thing over and over again. People walking, people doing dumb things, man gets hit by car... yup... definately getting old.
Figuring that it was finally safe for him to venture down below, Torrik was about to leap from his perch when something really odd caught his eye. Amongst to bland and common business suits and sports jackets sat a very odd individual indeed. The location appeared to be a dining facility just below the building which he stood. His brown eyes narrowed as they focused on just what he was suddenly so intrigued about.
It was a woman. She appeared to be just sitting there, chattering with a younger female. It wasn't what they were doing or saying that interested him so much but the outfit that the older woman wore was so stupid but so fascinating that he just couldn't look away. Wondering just who created and designed some of the stuff humans wore these days, Torrik let out a sigh as his curiosity drove him over the edge of the building where he landed softly into the sidewalk below.
Glancing around upon his landing, he made sure that there was no spirits or any possible enemies in disguise who could actually see him before moving on. Being only half a block away from where the woman in question resided, he walked casually amongst the humans as if he too were just a part of the normal life here. Occasionally, he'd bump into someone who'd let out a "hey!?" or a "What was that just now?" and there was even one woman who looked at the male stranger next to her with a look of rage before punching him in the face as Torrik had accidentally bumped into her in just the perfect moment.
As he neared the woman in question, he couldn't help but notice a steady rise in spirit energy. Though it wasn't a large spike, he still made sure to pay close attention to his surroundings. Surely if it was something important, then he had to be on his toes and ready for anything unexpected.
Instead of just walking up to her like some kind of inexperienced stalker, he was going to take the experienced route by cutting through the cafe and merely take a glance as he walked by. He did just that- weaving his way around the tables and the squabbling humans that were seated there at the time. He was about twelve feet away from the flashy outfit and the woman who wore them when he took a glance out of the corner of his eye. By this time, the rise in the spirit pressure had stopped and was remaining stable while he made his passing glance. He was no fool- the woman was the one giving off the pressure. Surely she must have had a strong, burning spirit within her. Even his own nose felt as if it just breathed in a bit of ash for it burned a little. Something about this woman and that girl across from her was different and it was more than just her clothes. He was glad to have taken a look though. They indeed were very different... tacky... but different. He liked the hat most of all and actually had a thought to take it off her head and wear it a while. That's when his mind started to wander a bit more. The little girl looks a bit out of place there too. He noticed this after seeing that she was the only one her age in the area.
Despite this, he didn't pay no mind. He had no business picking fights here today. The pressure began to fall as he strode away from the cafe area and began to head to a noisy tavern just a little way down the sidewalk. The sounds of cussing and anger was a little more interesting at this point.red_moon_wolfess Yuki did enjoy herself, laughing it up as Fefnir did his best to look cool wile at the same time trying not to stare at her gigai. Once she was able to catch her breath she leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs, picking from a number of horrible comments.
"You can barrow my gigai next time... since you seem to like it so much.... But when did you get a daughter?"She asked, referring to how he had never said anything about any relatives. It was just then that her cell phone went off like mad, flashing a bright red warning sign. Something big was headed their way. She glanced to either side of her, trying to look relaxed, and trying to suppress her already dramatically stifled riatsu so she wasn't spotted for what she was. Only a few moments later she saw it... espada... He walked right past their table as if it was nothing.
"Fefnir... I think it's time to go to work."She said, rising from her seat, she pulled her backpack around to her side, so she could pull Robin out at a moment's notice. She glanced down at the bag to check that the mod soul was ready to pucker up, as she grabbed her cell phone senser and started tailing the espada as casually as possible. Fighting Fefnir Fefnir chose to ignore the crack about Yuki's body, and then said, "Well, it's a funny story that ends with Yomiko being my mother. See, it all started when..." Then Fefnir was interrupted by the beeping of Yuki's cell phone. Fefnir laughed a little, amazed at the horrible timing of it all. He quickly pulled out a little PEZ dispenser with a bunny on top and held it tightly in his hand as he followed Yuki. He was also doing his best to suppress his spiritual pressure, but pretty much failed at it because of his STUPID GIGAI! He was too big to fit in it naturally, so his reiatsu seeped out of it like a songe that's full of water. While it did enough to make him seem like a 7th or 8th seat, that was still too much spiritual pressure. He also played the part of a daughter well, just in case the tailed were to see them, doing things like pointing at people and talking about their flaws (he enjoyed this part) and other various things. "So, how long has he been watching, Yuki?" Fefnir asked when there wasn't anyone too close to them. Torrik_59 As the arrancar entered the stuffy, crowded tavern, he cocked a small grin again as he gazed about the room and is intoxicated inhabitants for his next amusement. There were people everywhere. The sounds of clanging glass, shuffling feet, wooden furniture against the floor filled his ears. Even though he found their stutters and wobbly movements to be funny, there was also quite a lot of talking. Torrik detested this above all. He had always found the need for speech to be useless and usually avoided places like this. So, just one look around was all he really wanted from here. It was just too bad that there wasn't a bar fight going on. If that were the case, he would have taken a seat to watch. Oh well... off again.
Turning out of the door, Torrik paused for a moment as he felt another steady rise in spirit energy. It wasn't like the woman from before but it wasn't too far away. It fluctuated constantly as if somebody were running back and fourth. Once again, the picture seemed amusing to him- a death god just running laps around the block for the heck of it. This probably wasn't the case.
Letting out a sigh, he decided to head in the opposite direction to avoid confrontation and walked further up the street and turned into an ally where the sounds of screeching could be heard. The moment his eyes scanned the area, they fell upon two large tomcats having a rather violent battle with each other. Leaning against the wall, he began to place mental bets on what cat would win the fight. He paid most attention to how they fought, which was mostly with their claws. They'd swipe at one another as if that were the only weapons they possessed. Understanding their reason, Torrik stared down at his own clawed hand. He hadn't found a use for his sword yet. To him, the thing was worthless. The only weapons he ever landed a real blow with were his own two hands and their claws. Why did he need a blade when he was naturally equipped?
Glancing back out at the battling felines again, he began reading their expressions, sounds and movements. It didn't take him too long to realize that he somewhat understood what they were saying to each other.
...Stealing someone else's garbage... now that's just mean... red_moon_wolfess Yuki was sure to stay far enough away to avoid attention. She took note of Fefnir and his attempts at a mother daughter camouflage. She made sure to contribute by occasionally nodding and making stupid comments that a babysitter might make. She wasn't about to attempt to look like a teenage mom, just to avoid attention. She saw the espada head into a bar and decided to stand just outside it. That would help with the camouflage... not to mention she wasn't too fond of the idea of drunken idiots going after her in her sexi cowboy outfit. When the espada headed out of the bar and into a slightly darker allyway Yuki knew it was time.
"You ready Fefnir?"Fighting Fefnir Fefnir nodded, and popped a soul candy into his mouth as discretely as he could. Immediately, he was lifted from his cramped form, back into his much more comfortable shinigami body. In that same moment, he realized that he'd done nothing but give himself away. Oh well, too late now. Fefnir leapt at the arrancar, wondering how he hadn't noticed them. Or maybe... Fefnir broke off his attack, flipping himself to the side in midair to avoid the enemy altogether. What ended up happening was Fefnir stood on the other side of the arrancar, and he stood tall in front of him, full of pride, his burning red hair blowing lightly in a breeze, and his equally fiery eyes burning with anticipation at the prospect of fighting so soon after leaving Squad 4. "So, arrancar..." He said, malice making his voice gravely and dark, "What're you doing around here, in our neck of the woods, huh?"
He didn't say anything nor did he smile while turning to the male with the red hair and matching eyes. This spirit energy was familiar and didn't take Torrik too long to realize who this was as his memory played back his stroll through the cafe. You were concealing yourself inside a little girl's body... It was kind of smart but equally as stupid. I give you my kudos for the bravery though. The jokes continued to play through his mind as he merely shrugged to the shinigami's question aloofly. He felt it were pointless to really answer for his reason for being there was quite obvious. At least it was to him. It wasn't his fault that this man was just ignorant and nosy. With that, his brown eyes trailed to the woman in the interesting outfit. He found it somewhat ironic that she too was one of them. Though she did a great job of suppressing her spirit energy and hiding it from him, the way she was following him and acting now practically put a large arrow above her that said "shinigami standing right here!"
At first, Torrik had a notion to just walk away from this but quickly changed his mind. Surely they'd try to follow him if he made any moves. He wasn't here to fight but the situation would be very difficult to avoid if they were to attack him. He wasn't exactly the type not to defend himself nor would he simply allow himself to just run away either. His pride simply drowned out the idea of retreating.
Indeed this was his first encounter with these "death gods" but he wasn't exactly impressed. He had hoped that they'd be a bit stronger and maybe larger in size. Not because he wanted to fight one to the death but because of all the stories and rumors he heard about them. Lord Aizen sees these as a threat? He trusted his lord and master but at times he questioned the man's motives. Torrik didn't know much about these shinigami so for now, he'd have to trust in his current knowledge and not what he could see. One thing definately was for sure- Torrik wasn't really feeling threatened by someone with odd fashion sense and a man who's spirit occupied a little girl. red_moon_wolfess Yuki could have slapped Fefnir, she could have sworn she taught him better than to give up the element of surprise like that!!! What was wrong with him? She hit her forehead, still in her gigai as Fefnir's gigai animated itself into a smiling idiot that stared blatantly off into nowhere until addressed. With a sigh she looked to her doll and hit the back of it's head, with protest from Robin at not getting the kiss he wanted. It surrendered the candy and Yuki swallowed it shortly after. As always the little candy forced her out, and Robin took over. Yuki turned to to espada, then to Fefnir, who she promptly walked over to slap across the face and glare at.
"I thought I taught you better! Giving up a chance to attack like it is nothing! your not a lieutenant anymore!"She shouted, looking rather pissed off that such a simple confrontation now would become a huge battle. She turned back to the espada, quite suddenly, from her criticizing with her palm towards the espada.
"Bakudo # 61: Six Rods Prison of Light"As much as she would have liked to use the full incantation, thanks to Fefnir and his stupid move, she didn't have time if she wanted even a chance to restrain the espada. --------------- Meanwile, Robin was now the one running the gigai show. In his company, the ginaric smiling idiot... Oh well, at least he got this sexy body to run around in. He took a moment to check himself out, giving himself a slap on the but to hear that sweet crisp sound. He sighed contentedly as he grabbed the little know nothing gigai's hand and went to find someplace far away... preferably with lots of women... lots of sexi women. He headed back to the tavern they had just passed, heedless of how irresponsible he must have looked taking a child in there, and began staring at the ladies wile simultaneously staying out of trouble. Fighting Fefnir ((if I'm being a miss cleo in this post, I'll change it, okay?))
Fefnir just took the slap, as he knew he should. "Yuki, didn't you notice?" He asked her as calmly as he could, his demeanor not shaken at all, "It was strange enough that even though that gigai made it nearly impossible for me to hide my spiritual pressure, he payed us no heed? That when I came so close to him, he didn't make any kind of attack when I was clearly open to it? I don't think he's here to fight, but merely to observe," Fefnir then looked over Yuki at the espada, then added, "Isn't that right, arrancar? That's why you didn't attack my friend here when she walked straight by you, and that's why I didn't strike you when I had an opportunity," He seriously hoped his theory was right, because if he was wrong, then he'd really be in for it, from Yuki and the arrancar. Torrik_59 ((You did but your mistakes are more fun for me.))
Torrik watched curiously as the kido was shouted out. Sensing the amount of riatsu that was put into the attack, he didn't bother dodging it. Allowing the rods of light to pin his sides, he stood there, glancing down at the beams of energy that held him there. He found them interesting. In fact, he was more curious about the spell more so than the shinigami that were trying to speak to him.
When the male said something about "observing", Torrik looked up at him in a way that suggested that he was already tired of hearing his voice. He had to say something because whatever this guy was talking about, he sounded stupid talking about it. Torrik wasn't about to allow something like this go so easily.
"Degenerate..." the espada uttered. His voice was quiet and monotone as if he hadn't spoken for a long time. Torrik wasn't exactly the intellectual type and avoided talking as much as he could. However, there were still those rare moments when he couldn't help himself. Whenever someone did something he found to be stupid, he just had to say something. "You don't know me... So don't talk."
His brown eyes now wandered back to the female, who finally revealed her true form as a shinigami. That was when he realized that they were wearing white coats. Did all shinigami wear these? Letting out a small "hmph" he didn't have anything to say to her. In fact, he was intrigued by her. Mostly because she had went out of her way to slap the male across the face. Torrik found that sort of funny. He didn't quite dislike those who amused him.
red_moon_wolfess Yuki couldn't help but slap Fefnir again. He was stupid trying to reason himself out of a stupid mistake like that, and she would have to teach him that again sometime. She inhaled deeply, she would tell him about how he could have died four times over simply from the hesitation, much less from the breaking off the attack like that! It would have been better if he had just attempted to slice off his head! Anyway, Yuki rolled her eyes and went back to what she was doing, she drew her zanpacto as she turned. Hopefully this would be a clean kill and she could simply behead the espada wile he was held still rather than getting into a huge fight thanks to Fefnir's hesitation and worries. That was when the espada spoke... He had quite the raspy voice, like someone who lived alone and never used it... And yet he managed to keep it monotone. Whatever. Yuki walked up to him and placed her blade under his chin, ready to make it one clean slice and send him on his way to the soul society.
"I'll make it quick and clean... Your going to a better place..."She said, a small attempt to sooth him about metaphorically dieing... again. You never know! Some where less inclined to struggle given the right words. ((you never said you broke the binding so I am going to assume you didn't)) triox [[OOC: Forgive me Torrik but I just couldn't help posting in here. -.-"]]
As the 6 rods were cast unto the 3rd Espada,a thin lack line appeared in mid air on the rooftop on the left hand side of the Arrancar which then a few moments later slowly opened up emitting an loud cracking sound which could be compared to that of wood breaking as someone would end it beyond it's limit.As the Garganta had now completely opened on the rooftop an shadow like figure stepped out of the lack hole now revealing it was an Arrancar which could e seen by the white uniform and the bone fragment,but this wasn't an ordinary Arrancar,it was in fact also an Espada member like the one standing below trapped in the spell which the female Shinigami had cast upon him.
The Garganta the simply closed behind the Arrancar which walked to the edge of the building looking down on the scene and revealing his appearance having shoulder length white hair which danced in the breeze of the wind a set of glasses which rested upon his nose even tough he was actually blind he still wore the glasses as they were an device for calculating his chances and as an recorder to show his master Aizen what happened in battle,he wore clothing almost identical to that of the Espada member below with the only difference being that the Espada above had black tribal like markings covering his clothing,he also wore a white baggy trouser where underneath he wore the usual traditional sandals and white tabi socks.
The Arrancar then whispered something which he knew only the Arrancar below could hear with his supernatural ears."Will you initiate battle or retreat?"After whispering he looked down on the male Shinigami which had blown their element of surprise and used his glasses to analyze the Shinigami's reitsu output and then looked at the female Shinigami doing the same before he looked at the six rods calculating the reiatsu which was put into them."Her reiatsu level is equal to that of a captain and her companion is probably an lieutenant class Shinigami."It was then that the glasses picked up another energy reading from a distance which would be that of the Shinigami which also observed the situation."There is another one as well.That makes three of them up till now."With this information the Arrancar began to plan his and the other Arrancars possible next move. Torrik_59 ((You're a punk...))
Torrik's sharp eyes narrowed to the point of becoming just a pair of dark slits as he stared down the other arrancar. He didn't even care about the other two enemies just a "slap" away. He even ignored the fact that there was a possibility that the other arrancar saved him just in the knick of time. It didn't matter. Torrik didn't need to be saved. If he were to get killed because of his own carelessness then it would be his own stupid fault. This was the second time somebody went out of their way to try to save him and every time, he found himself preferring to be dead than annoyed.
Torrik had never had a problem with this higher level espada but this was somewhat of a pain. It seemed as though the man had seriously miscalculated with his assumptions about Torrik's motives. It wasn't anything about "initiating battle or retreating." It was more about "This was interesting until you ruined it assh*le..." Torrik fought hard to restrain himself from saying this. Though he was irritated, he still respected this other arrancar. It wasn't just because he outranked him but their history together was the only reason why Torrik was standing here at this moment.
I will do neither... To retreat is to run away from a fight that one has already engaged in. I am not fighting so therefore, I am not retreating. I am simply walking away from a pointless fracas that I have no authority to take part in. Therefore, I will not initiate battle either. I suppose nobody will have their way today.
Torrik merely shook his head. He wasn't about to vomit all those words out and instead sufficed in saying "Pointless" as he turned away from the two shinigami. As he faced Triox, he couldn't help but think that with that long white hair and the glasses, it gave off some kind of old lady vibes that his odd sense of humor couldn't seem to shake. It was a wonder he didn't realize this before. Perhaps it was because every time he saw the guy, he was focusing more on staying alive. "We will leave."
Hoping that Triox would understand his reasoning, Torrik suddenly disappeared with a powerful kick of his right foot and appeared at Triox's side on the roof. His eyes no longer narrowed an irritated, he simply shrugged since such a matter was easy to get over. He'd have another day to explore this town. Staring down at the shinigami from his height, he made sure to remember their faces.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 1:18 pm
Below is an excerpt of a meeting between the 5th Division Captain Nagi and Torrik. Because of the unfortunate crap that my computer took over the years, this is all that is left of the story, but it caps the important parts in both character's lives.
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...This shinigami was now a threat to him.
For a long moment, Torrik’s sharp brown eyes locked into Nagi’s two-toned cold glare. There was something inside the shinigami’s gaze that Torrik recognized; As if he was looking at his own reflection. There was a voice telling him something and prodding his mind at the same time. Sparks of images were appearing before him, blinding him with scenes of his life every second. They continued on until it finally stopped on the picture of him abandoning his post and walking out of Las Noches. He could see himself striding toward the door without a care in the world. The light within the door grew more intense as he neared until his form was swallowed up in the void.
After leaving his rank and home behind, he didn’t look back. There was no reason to. As an arrancar, he belonged nowhere. There was nowhere he could exist for his life was created to be void. Although he sought pleasure and amusement in the real world and had actual power and respect in Las Noches, Torrik felt at home nowhere. Even now that Aizen’s army had taken over the Seiretei, he saw no point to commence in fighting with these death gods. Everyone, hollow and shinigami alike were just ants scurrying around the sand mound as a child with a magnifying glass stood over them ominously. Aizen would find his key and then what? Arrancar and shinigami were no different when it came to working hard to get strong. As ambiguous as their lifestyles were, they were both equally as difficult. Both sides had walked a long and turbulent road to get to where they were today and it was all going to end, just like that.
Blinking hard, Torrik jerked his head. His eyes were wide now, realizing that he was still staring at Nagi like he had fallen asleep with his eyes open. The voice and the prying hands were gone and all Torrik could do was wonder while part of him felt violated that somebody had so easily discovered his resolve.
Did that shinigami somehow reach into my mind?
Glancing down at the bamboo sword he still clutched in his grasp, Torrik’s curiosity kicked off full throttle as he examined it a little closer than before. It looked like an ordinary battered shinai. Nothing special. There had to be a reason why this Shinigami was so closely attached to such a thing. All the while, he couldn’t help but feel something growing inside of him the moment he touched it. It was a good, yet repulsive feeling, making him want to smile and vomit at the same time. One thing was for sure- he had to get rid of this thing.
There was a moment of forboding and the former Espada hesitated as he gripped the object tighter in his bird-like hands. Glancing back up at the shinigami, he began to wonder why the man wasn't coming at him anymore. He just stood there, facing him, and glaring him down like a wax sculpture. It was at that moment when Torrik realized that it wasn't the shinigami fighting him, it was this peice of s**t wooden sword.
Without further hesitation and an empty mind, Torrik raised a knee and brought the shinai down on it hard without much effort. As expacted, and as anything made out of wood would do, the zanpakuto snapped in half.
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 8:11 pm
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