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Xamthos knew he was walking right into the lion's den as the oval-shaped window of his Enjitsuten sealed behind him. When open, one could see, hear, smell, and indeed interact with the other side with all five senses as if no distinction between the entry and exit existed. In this case, an endless desert shrouded by an eternal night was where he'd be coming from. He'd arrived in Seireitei some time ago to spy on the Shinigami, managed to acquire some incredibly useful information regarding the 7th, 11th, and 12th Divisions, and then he'd vanished without a trace. What he'd found out was enough to make him question his entire mission...and so he'd ran and spent however long searching his heart for what the right thing to do was. Now he knew. He was, for now, still on the side of getting his rightful position back.

As he stepped into the HQ of the First Division, he purposely gave his own reiatsu a massive spike. Scarlet spiritual pressure flowed from him like the many tongues of a furiously raging bonfire. Every unseated shinigami in the entire building was now being brought painfully to their knees or lower in simpering, incontinent fear. The building itself would seem to quiver gently as if a heat wave had decided to localize itself there.

Xamthos, with his power surging unchecked, now waited to see if his call would be answered.
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"No one can deceive what is meant to be."

{Every time I think of Xamthos's Enjitsuten, I am reminded of Portal. Mostly, though, because that's exactly where I stole it from.}

Well, that only took a few seconds. Upon hearing the request of his name, Xamthos right away allowed his immense spiritual force to lower itself to its normal level...which, because of his nature, still bordered on the obscene since it was still at the very least equivalent to Captain level.

Considering where he'd chosen to step out, and recognizing the captain for what she was on sight, Xamthos knew in an instant that this could have gone so much worse. Xamthos was dressed for recon, in the uniform of an unseated, random nobody Shinigami. His aquamarine-fur-covered monkey tail was wrapped around his right leg to keep it out of sight and his unusual feet (which were really just a second set of ambidextrous hands attached to his ankles) were safely shoved into the socks and sandals of his disguise.

Xamthos was dimly aware that whoever's idea it was to have their creations wear such ugly and impractical clothes would have to be thrashed to within an inch of their life later. En'ō, in his near permanent Shikai shape of a long wooden staff with metal ends, was tucked into the white sash that wrapped Xamthos's waist. Okay, so maybe not entirely impractical.

"I am Xamthos," he said with only the slightest split-second of hesitation. In that span, he'd debated exactly how wise it would be to disclose his true identity and purpose. Needless to say, he decided against it. "I...was created by the 12th Division as a...prototype for a new type of advanced Shinigami-like warrior." His unease and slight nerves, in this case, worked perfectly to his advantage. He'd kept an eye the 12th Division for a long time from his stellar hibernation. While he knew almost nothing of the Division itself, he did know that for certain "legally ambiguous" experiments to get out of hand and sometimes escape was not entirely unheard of. This was what he was counting on now. "You cannot imagine the things I was made to endure, so your discretion on this matter would be greatly appreciated. I managed to use my....talents, to bring myself here so that I could find the Captain-Commander and beg sanctuary for myself and my...siblings, so to speak."

His siblings being the other Katena, of course. Although he had no idea that one had already been captured, the funny thing about the way he'd worded it was that, if somehow granted, his brother in the Maggot Nest would have to be released. Now all Xamthos could do was bank on this Captain's empathy and compassion. He could tell by her haori that she was from the 4th Division and by default he assumed she might be less willing to send a supposedly poor, tortured guinea pig back to the lion's den whence it came. If not...well, he really didn't wanna think about the possible consequences of starting a fight, especially here of all places.
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"No one can deceive what is meant to be."

Xamthos felt the reiatsu and knew it as well as he knew his own. Despite the fact that Katena reatsu was nigh on identical to that of Shinigami, each and every being had their own specific signature even more unique than their own DNA. Xamthos could have selected each of his fellow Katena's and indicated each by name from miles away even if all 5 of his senses were otherwise destroyed. When you've spent all those countless ages with the same 11 other people, you picked up little tricks like that. All Xamthos could do was hope that Kiyoshi could hold his own long enough for the cavalry to arrive.

But his attention was drawn towards the 2nd Division building only briefly. This Captain clearly wasn't buying his story. Perhaps this was the time to change tactics. If a clever deception wouldn't work, maybe plain and simple truth would suffice, and the implications of that truth would be perhaps enough to make this would-be captor rethink the wisdom of confronting him.

"Before I answer you, Shinigami Captain, I would have you ask yourself the following: Ask yourself if you are willing to threaten one who is at the very least your equal in strength. Ask yourself, since it is clear I am an intruder, how I could so easily bypass all defenses and walk unmolested inside one of the Serietei's most heavily fortified dwellings. Ask yourself. What if I can escape just as easily and make my way into....for example, your own barracks equally unmolested? Ask yourself what might happen then. Ask yourself if there are more like me. More stronger than me. Ask yourself...if there are more of me, am I but the weakest? Ask yourself, Shinigami Captain. Are you willing to stand before of standing before the awesome power of the beings who created the Shinigami and threaten one such being?"

As Xamthos spoke, his tone gradually rose. Not in pitch or volume, but in sheer magnitude and force until the end of his tirade was not merely heard in the ears but felt in the bones and deeper still. And then he was calm, cool, and collected like the Devil himself in all his silver-tongued glory. He paused for a not inconsiderable length of time as he allowed the true depth of his words to sink in. And then he answered her question truthfully and fully. "I am Xamthos, Katena of the Monkey Zodiac. As the title implies, there are eleven more like me. We created your kind and your forebears re-payed us by sealing us away in the stars, too inferior to actually fight us head on, lest the makers destroy the made. Now we have returned to reclaim what your ancestors stole. Although I do not wish to shed blood, for we are not so different you and I, do not assume I am one to be trifled with. As I said, we only want what is ours by right. Think Captain. You were chosen for your position for a reason. Think. Our objective is to reclaim our previous station. If all we wanted was a bloodbath...well, do you honestly think I'd have gone so long without so much as drawing my Zanpakuto?"

Xamthos had quite possibly just thrown the entire mission into jeopardy by revealing so much so early. But with his last sentence he hoped to cause, if nothing else, a stir of doubt.
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"No one can deceive what is meant to be."

Xamthos was more than happy to grant her first request. He'd listened to her response and, although her remark of him being a child caused an involuntary raising of his upper lip into a small yet obviously simian silent snarl, he otherwise allowed her to speak freely. Even though it was no secret that he was the youngest of his unorthodox family unit, he was still thousands of years older than even the most ancient of beings that currently existed outside of the Katena themselves. Age lent him patience in the face of ignorance even if his nature made him impulsive.

"This is En'ō. He is my Zanpakuto. Observe now. Bankai!" he intoned with an unnatural calm. If his speech had resonated in the bones, this single word spoken by a member of the group that invented the very concept of Zanpakuto and their various releases struck chords and reverberated within and around the very heart and soul of all living things within earshot. As he drew his long staff from the sash around his waist, the wooden shaft stretched itself from eight feet to nine. It also visibly shifted in color from the appearance of wooden pole and steel ends to what seemed to resemble snow-white stone with ends of a nameless black metal. From the thickness of an ordinary walking stick, it thickened to almost the girth of Xamthos's wrist, effectively doubled. And yet he seemed to handle it with as much ease as he handled his own arms and legs. And thus, in the breadth of a full second, En'ō had become, "Ruijin'en no Zen'nō no Kami. Look well, Shinigami, for you're the first being in over twenty thousand years to be graced such. Look upon him and know your place, servant."

Xamthos's demeanor had changed much in that space. Also, his reiatsu was putting out such a force that the air seemed to tremble slightly. Although Kilala was too close to see it, the scarlet hue of his reiatsu had returned, bathing most of the building in what seemed more like blood-colored flames than anything else. Not at all subtle, it was a beacon visible and able to be felt across most of Sereitei, even through and even though entire dimensional barriers separated them, the other Katena might have been feeling the unmistakable, if slight, tremor of Xamthos's power even on Earth and in Yggdrasil. Xamthos stood with the staff held lightly between his fingers as if he were merely contemplating which fingers felt more comfortable for it to be nestled between. However, despite the irreverent way he held his weapon, his stance had shifted slightly. His feet were a little bit further apart and his free arm was tucked and bent at an odd angle with his palm turned 180 degrees to be facing Kilala. it was the signature stance of the hand-to-hand fighting style invented by Xamthos himself. It had no name because, as he'd once explained, "names exist only to distinguish one from others." And never before or since had a style existed that required the user to have hands replacing their feet and a long, prehensile tail protruding from their tailbone. He meant his word about not wishing to draw blood. All the other had to do was "Apologize for your ignorance and you and I shall separate from here, both unharmed." It was not a request.
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"No one can deceive what is meant to be."

sworday

If you want your Katena to feel Xamthos's Bankai being released, or not, it's up to you.

Faustdeath

If you want your Katena to feel Xamthos's Bankai being released, or not, it's up to you.

Blaze Ikari

If you want your Katena to feel Xamthos's Bankai being released, or not, it's up to you.

SarahHuchiga

If you want your Katena to feel Xamthos's Bankai being released, or not, it's up to you.

"True grace looks like it could do with a shearing," Xamthos sneered at Kilala. And without further preamble, he was behind her, jabbing one end of Ruijin'en no Zen'nō no Kami at the shoulder blade of her sword arm. He was in midair, mere inches above and between a couple of her ethereal tails. Having one himself, although hitherto undisclosed, he knew that such appendages were nothing to be taking lightly. His posture in the air gave the impression that he meant to spin in the direction of his strike and attempt a second blow on her opposite shoulder if the first landed...but then again, his simian dexterity allowed for such a fully fluid range of motion that the same angling could have just as easily signified that he might forego hitting her with his staff at all and lead with a kick to the back of her head. Whatever the case may have been, out came the black metal tip of Ruijin'en no Zen'nō no Kami aimed right for the Captain's shoulder.

By its very nature, Ruijin'en no Zen'nō no Kami was a blunt weapon and therefore not capable of cutting or piercing. Some might have thought this a disadvantage...until of course, they were struck. Pain and agony from beyond space and time and all possible imagining were what often accompanied blows from Xamthos's weapon. In its normal form, which was also its Shikai form (En'ō is a Constant-Release, Melee Type Zanpakuto), En'ō released enough of this effect with each strike to subdue a small army of normal Hollows. In Bankai, however, this effect was far more potent. As effective as this was on its own, the secondary ability of Ruijin'en no Zen'nō no Kami was truly the trump card of trump cards. It only took one strike to activate it within the target, but it required a second in order for the diabolical genius of it to be revealed.

No bones, tissue, muscle, or even skin would be damaged by this trust aimed at the back of Kilala's shoulder blade, at least not beyond maybe a weak bruise. But then again, Xamthos did not need to hit very hard if he wanted to drown a person in their own overloaded pain receptors.
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"No one can deceive what is meant to be."

Eve had taken her time in approaching the division one area as she did not truly know how many intruders there might be and didn't need to be caught off guard, although she kept her own spirit pressure suppressed . As she ran into none she felt it safe to assume while taking a side entrance, masking her own presence in order not to alert any enemy, into the building that majority if more than one where inside. She'd managed to get inside just as the building was set ablaze. "Well looks like the captain of squad four is having some fun," she'd whisper to herself she crept down the small hallway that lead to the main one keeping closer to the shadow part at the end of it she found a rather lanky looking boy fighting against none other than the captain of squad 4. The only captain Eve didn't take an attitude with much, after all who patches up her own squad when they make a mess of themselves and who gets to pick the size of the needle used for various other procedures? Eve would keep watch close to the wall determined to stay out of sight of the boy. She kept her left hand on the sheath of her Zanpakto although Dorīmingubatafurai nagged at her to join in as he was itchin to spread his wings. Eve then pulled with her right dominant hand a hair stick from inside her uniform, lazily worn as an old woman would wear it with one side of her captain's coat simply falling off the shoulder, and spun her hair up into a bun one handed to keep it out of the way for when the time came necessary for her to join the fight. With the building ablaze however she did not think it long before the Captain Commander himself came to see what the problem was. She waited and watched.


((sorry it took awhile to post wanted to have a bit of the fight going down before I got in here and also it would give the best excuse as to why she took her time))

First of all, this is something that should have been taken to the PM. Not out here in the public. Secondly. I am also a grammar Nazi. I am an author and currently getting my third book published. However I been posting with my phone so my auto correct is killing my post. As for negating my attack, that is the whole point of role playing. I have no intention on copying the tactic that Byakuka used {Which you misspelled ...it's not Biyakuya ..so it's kinda ruining your whole rant about misspelling something from the original source.} The plot I have is entirely different. I know the full extent of your power and your weapon because I read your profile. However my rpc does not. That would be auto knowledge. As for your post styling, I have no problem what so ever. We all go through stuff it is understandable.

However, again. This should have been taken into the PM'S. Because now...well. I look mean but in reality how was I suppose retaliate. So..ya..your move.