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Post by Takuya on Jan 11, 2010 22:31:13 GMT 1
4:5 – Hammerfall
Rika Takuya stood the precipice of infinity. It stretched out before him, an endless desert from which there was no escape and no entrance granted in the first place. It was filled the stench of death and the quartz itself was soaked full of reiatsu that suggested the very sand was made from the bodies of long-dead spirits that merely decayed, falling into nothingness. He shuddered, drawing his cloak more fully around him. It was cold, and yet perfectly warm at the same time. He suspected that the cold was inside his head, coming from some unknown source… Or perhaps his zanpaktou. He glanced over the desert, steeling himself.
This was a bad idea; even his lieutenant had said so. It wasn’t wise to wander into Hueco Mundo for any reason, much less for something like a training exercise. A part of him told Takuya that he was going to find his death in the white desert. Another part of him suggested that he was going to find enlightenment. Still another part stood quiet, save for a quiet sense of longing to walk amongst the quartz. He frowned. There was nothing out there for him, only death and violence, but he was ready for it. If it meant more power, then so be it. He would do whatever it took to protect his people.
He gripped the hilt of his zanpaktou quietly, brushing raven hair out of his blue-hued eyes and running his fingers along the white leather, trying to reassure himself. He could survive anything that came his way; Takuya wasn’t alone. After all, that was the point of this expedition: to achieve greater communion with his blade. Perhaps he could even learn her name while in the wastes. There might be a spot as a single-digit officer waiting for him back home, if he could manage that… He smiled faintly. It was time to depart. He took another step towards the white desert…
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Post by Beltran on Jan 12, 2010 2:30:20 GMT 1
"It's... not safe to go alone into Hueco Mundo. A Solo mission would be suicide my friend." a voice called out from behind, as a man stood, arms folded before him. He wore a traditional Shinigami uniform, but with two odd additions. A dark green hooded cloak and a pair of old-styled aviator flying goggles upon his forehead. Staring curiously at the other Shinigami before him, he tilted his head slightly. "What's the occasion? Just out for a walk?" He spoke as his eyes drifted to the sky, a crescent moon hung lazily in the sky above them, as if mocking them with endless sorrow.
His sandals crunching within the clean white sand, Kirema's eyes were suprisingly not alert for impending doom in the form of Hollows, he was simply fixated upon the Death God before him. "So. Who are you?" he asked in a flat voice, devoid of emotion. It didn't quite fit his character to be so very emotionless. Perhaps the land the Hollows called home was effecting him somehow.
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Post by Takuya on Jan 12, 2010 2:45:31 GMT 1
A friend? A friend in the great Wasteland, between the land of the Shinigami and the land of the Hollows? What lies were these? There were no comrades in the waste. A foe! Surely a foe, hiding in the guise of Shinigami, seeking to strike him down. Takuya narrowed his eyes at the new-comer, focusing his energies around him. Quickly, surely, he found the spiritual threads dangling about him, waiting in the skies. He growled under his breath; there was a mix of threads. The red of the Shinigami were tainted now by multitudes of black threads born from the souls of Hollows.
Still, this newcomer seemed to bear the distinctive reiatsu of a Shinigami. That was no absolute assurance, but as true a knowledge as any that a Shinigami could hope to achieve. Takuya said nothing for a moment, thinking things through. Dark-haired and tatttoed, his foe certainly looked suspicious. Nothing like a Shinigami was supposed to look, with his dark green cloak over his Shihakusho. It was a violation of normal uniform code. Such a large accessory was surely against the rules laid down by Central Command. But perhaps a disguised Hollow would not know that. He frowned, sliding his blade out of the sheath slowly, metal grinding agonizingly as he did so.
“What’s the occasion?” He repeated, smiling to himself and bowing lightly to his opponent. “I’m… training!” With that, he jumped forward, sweeping his blade down from above towards his opponent. It was a powerful strike, debilitating if it wasn’t blocked. Still, what was training if there wasn’t a little danger involved? The Eleventh Division was right about that, at least. Takuya grinned. “Rika Takuya, Thirteenth Seat of the Seventh Division. Out on a training excursion.” He waited, after his strike, blade held ready, at his new sparring partner. It was certain an interesting way to kick off a relationship.
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Post by Beltran on Jan 12, 2010 3:21:55 GMT 1
The one before Kirema, he was certainly a Shinigami of greater strength than himself. As he answered his questions, be became a bit wary of his fellow Death God as he was unsheathing his own Zanpakutou in the presence of only Kirema in the immediate area. Narrowing his eyes, the sixth division shinigami immediate unsheathed his own blade from his hip with a simple thumb pop, leaving the Zanpakutou's saya behind. His raised suspicions were true as the Shinigami attempted a blow with his Zanpakutou. Raising his blade to the correct height, he blocked the strike, allowing the blades to spark momentarily as the other Shinigami's blade made contact with his.
Hearing his now sparring partner speak, he divulged to him that his reason for being in the Hollow's playground was simply to train. "Are you insane?" Kirema spouted as he knocked the Death God's Zanpakutou's blade away from his own body with his superior swordplay skills. "You know what kind of Hollows can be out here? I've heard rumors of Hollows here that could easily take the captains of the Gotei 13! Some are supposedly so human looking... it's hard to tell they're actually Hollows!" He shouted, not loudly, but loud enough to get his point across. Suddenly, he introduced himself as a Shinigami of the seventh division. "I'm Kirema Takaheki, Division six." He grunted as he leaped backwards, 10 feet readied for even more physical contact.
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Post by Takuya on Jan 12, 2010 3:46:56 GMT 1
“Bakudo no Rokujuusan: Sajo Sabaku.” Takuya said simply, as they separated. His opponent was playing to his strengths; Zanjutsu. Clearly, he was a wielder of the sword. It was only right, then that the scion of the Rika family played to his own strength. As golden chains of reiatsu materialized from the air and tightened around his sparring partner like a hangman’s noose, Takuya couldn’t help but silently thank Shun for teaching him how to bypass Kido chants. He had only begun to make it work on a few Kido, but it seemed quite powerful. Even if the spell was at half strength, it was more than powerful enough to hold his new friend..
“Insane? Maybe.” Takuya shrugged, brushing his dark hair out of his eyes. Maybe he was insane. He had been starting to feel more and more unhinged for several days now. His spirit had been strained to its limit, ye, beyond its limit, for weeks. He was beginning to feel like he was filled with something, something cold and powerful and unforgiving, something ready to burst free from him. He wanted to release it. He wanted to let it fly free, to let it come loose, to let it rise up. Until it could burst free, he would continue to strain. “But imagine what you could gain if you survived fighting some of the creatures out here!” He grinned widely.
“That’s the kind of power I’m looking for, Takaheki-san.” It was simple. Takuya knew now. He was changing. He wanted power, and he was willing to go to hefty lengths to achieving that. There was no denying that any longer. His encounters with the Hollows had changed him, made him someone new. He was still himself, and yet… There were new desires, new emotions. He grinned. He liked where he was going with life. He was going to make the most of It.
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Post by Beltran on Jan 12, 2010 4:23:40 GMT 1
"Bakudo no Rokujuus..." Kirema took his opportunity. A small window of time to keep his opponent from finishing, what was undoubtedly a Kido. His feet carried him towards his opponent at extreme speeds. From sight he disappeared for a moment or two before reappearing at the side of the other Shinigami, his Zanpakutou at the ready at his throat.
"Finish the chant... see what happens. I've always wanted to see if a fellow Shinigami can be dumb enough to disregard an order from an officer of the law." he stated as his non dominate hand held his sword to his opponent's throat, his other hand reached towards him, not very far away, mere inches, he began to chant, ready to slit his opponent's throat at the sheerest movement. There was an air of this man he did NOT like. He seemed to give off the feeling a Hollow gave off. No mercy, ruthlessness.
"Disintegrate, you black dog of Rondanini! Look upon yourself with horror and then claw out your own throat!" He muttered under his breath as he kept his eyes locked, waiting for any movement. He knew he would undoubtedly attempt to Shunpou away. "Bakudō No. 9: Geki!" He shouted as the beam traveled mere inches to connect to his opponent's body, paralyzing him. "Lets get things straight here. You're a fucking Shinigami, you don't use Kido on each other like that. You of all people should know this, Fool. Train here if you wish. Die if you wish. But once you meet your match... heed my words, you will regret it when you lose everything you hold dearly." He spoke, his eyes squinting in malice, still awaiting this odd shinigami's rebuttle. Physical or verbal.
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Post by Takuya on Jan 12, 2010 5:17:12 GMT 1
“…an: Sajo Sabaku.” Takuya said, smirking widely. His opponent was about his equal in speed, but Takuya definitely had a minor advantage in speed. Years of experience could do that. He could keep track of his motions with his eyes, though just barely. When he saw his fellow Shinigami begin to move, he simply twisted to the side, skipping back about two meters to the right. His hand clenched into a fist, creating the chains of gold that would bind his fellow Shinigami. He grinned, feeling the reiatsu in the air. This was what it was all about. It was wise to try to interrupt him, but his foe simply wasn’t fast enough to pull that off, not in the limited time frame offered to them.
“Officer of the law, eh? You’ve been watching too much human television. This is the Wasteland; Seventh Division’s jurisdiction, not Sixth’s. Thank you for the invitation though, I’m clearly taking you up on it.” Takuya smiled cheekily. He considered his options. He could skewer his opponent through the head, but that would be no fun. Besides, he’d undoubtedly get in trouble for that. He couldn’t take the life of his comrade anyway, at least not in a simple spar. He looked at his bound opponent, who would never get the chance to deliver his Kido with his arms bound to his sides, weighed down by force.
“Besides, what’s the point of a spar if one doesn’t give it their all? Don’t tell me you’re scared of a little Kido from a Seventh Division punk, Mr. Officer-sama.” His tone undoubtedly had a bit of a provocative tone to it. “Besides, be happy you’re not sparring an Eleventh Division member. They’d kill you for even thinking about not using lethal force in a spar.” He squatted down, looking at his fellow God of Death. “So are ya gonna come down now, or what?” He set his sword on his shoulder, grinning. “You should really take yourself less seriously.”
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Post by Beltran on Jan 12, 2010 19:39:04 GMT 1
Feeling the Kido take effect as the weight of the Kido chains took their toll, binding his arms to his sides. The weight of the Kido bindings was enough to bring him to his knees as he muttered a curse of "damn it". His arms attempted to wriggle his way from his bindings, all but thrashing to break their hold upon his limbs as he looked towards his Zanpakutou from the corner of his eye. Having fallen from his grasp as the noose of spiritual energy, it was now stuck into the ground, blade first. "I wasn't expecting such a high level Kido from a 7th division member." he said, almost conceedingly, the tip of his left foot digging into the eerie sand behind him.
Bringing up matters to deal with their current situation, he spoke. "That display of Reiatsu will certainly alert hollows from near and wide" he spoke, struggling slightly as he did. "You didn't use a chant... so it should fade soon." He said, knowing full well of those who didn't need chants in order to complete a Kido. "... What are you. You're obviously a Shinigami, but what fuels you? Hatred? Power? I can't out my finger on it, I have nowhere to go... and I am interested in what you have to say." he said, obviously not able to do anything or go anywhere until the other Shinigami's demon magic's influence broke.
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Post by Takuya on Jan 12, 2010 21:27:35 GMT 1
“Of course you didn’t.” Takuya said with a smile, tapping the Shinigami on the head with the flat of the blade. He grinned at him, stretching out his legs and rising from his squat to look at his bound comrade. It was a satisfying kind of feeling, to know he was the one who did that. He could kill the man, right now, if he wanted. A part of him, stained in black and white, wanted to carry out that action. Takuya did not. Instead, he stepped back, regarding the man more fully. Sixth Division Shinigami… He had never been a huge fan of them, but such was life. He brushed dark hair out of his eyes.
“I’m just a normal Shinigami.” Takuya shrugged. He didn’t feel normal, but he had no basis on which to make that claim. The nearby sands of Hueco Mundo were affecting him, twisting his mind. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or not. Either way, it had the potential to bode both well and ill for his new companion. “I get my power from the same place as us all; within, in the life and death that makes up reiatsu, though mostly just life in the case of Shinigami.” He smiled again, increasing the distance between them to five meters, his blade held at the ready again. “We’re odd that way.”
He waved a hand at the Death God, letting the power of his Bakudo disperse into nothingness. The golden chain holding the man down would disintegrate like so much dust in the wind. Takuya was satisfied with himself, satisfied that he had managed to bind a fellow warrior so easily. He was getting better, getting stronger. He liked that. If he didn’t like to fight so much with Kido, he would have transferred to the Eleventh Division. He regarded the released man, watching his motions with sapphire eyes. This was fun…
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Post by Beltran on Jan 13, 2010 3:49:03 GMT 1
Staying still and silent until the Kido was released, Kirema returned to his feet with relative ease. Reaching behind him, he plucked his Zanpakutou from the otherworldly sands of Hueco Mundo with a swishing noise. Fluidly, the blade of the former aviator found it's way back into it's sheath with a slight grinding noise, the red melody symbol bouncing slightly on it's chain as it returned to it's place. Dusting himself off, he cocked an eyebrow at the other man's comment.
"Thank you. For some reason... I think I'm allergic to kido... always leaves an itchy feeling afterwords." He said rubbing his left wrist in discomfort. Still, not able to put his finger on what he sensed... The feeling of the other Shinigami never left his gut, he could still feel something off with him. Concentrating, he saw the many ribbons around him, there were some that were black as coal... and extremely close to boot. "We have company" He sneered, looking over the other Shinigami's shoulder. "How about this... Hollow slaying contest? Winner buys the looser drinks?" He smirked, this man was too strong to fight head to head... but he might have a chance at beating him in a contest, since his own specialty was handling drones of the weaker Hollows.
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Post by Takuya on Jan 13, 2010 4:20:57 GMT 1
“Hmm… Allergic to Kido?” Takuya scratched his head. That didn’t seem likely to him. Still, it was possible that the guy was having an adverse reaction to the binding chains. Far stranger things had happened. Takuya couldn’t think of them, but they had. He regarded the man, then closed his eyes, sighing quietly and sheathing his blade, the steel grinding against the patterned sheath. With a flick of blue-hued eyes, he looked from the man to the wasteland around them. He could sense the closing reiatsu of the Hollows, but he had no interest in fighting them.
“Sorry.” He said, shrugging his shoulders. “I really don’t have time to fight these guys off, or go drinking. I’ve got a bit of a goal in mind. There’s something out there in Hueco Mundo I want to see. I can’t really tell you what it is, I don’t know myself.” He brushed his hair away from his eyes again. Damn stuff was always falling in his face. Maybe it was time for a hair-cut. He scratched his cheek, looking down at his zanpaktou. It was whispering to him again. Telling him things. Things he needed to know, to hear.
“Maybe some other time.” He said, starting to get excited. “I need to go… There’s something out there. It might be just what I’m looking for.” He needed to listen to the sword’s words. She was telling him something very important. He could sense that moment he was waiting for was nigh. He winked at his new friend, and just as simply disappeared, vanishing with a flicker of motion. He did love his shunpo so… He was going to find out what exactly the name of his blade was…
[Exit]
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Post by Beltran on Jan 13, 2010 5:06:49 GMT 1
Warily looking around and mentally sighing, the other Shinigami seemed to not want to fight off the Hollows as a contest... he had no clue why. Hollow slaying contests were oh so very fun to him, even when he was against the 11th division's lower seats. "Suits you... but I'm getting the hell out of here. I'm smart enough to leave when something doesn't feel right." Kirema said, his eyes focusing on the ebony ribbons swirling around him, along with his fellow Shinigami's own spiritual ribbons. Taking a last look around him he heard a boomingly loud voice within his own head. "L__VE, O_"[/i] He could tell it was a distinctive female voice, but hearing it within himself was beginning to freak him out a bit. "Ok... that... was odd." He whispered to himself as he watched Rika Shunpo away. He followed Suite and took the opening of silence in the vast wasteland to return to the soul society by the means of how he arrived there. -Exit- |
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