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Post by Solus on Dec 27, 2009 19:29:19 GMT 1
So far his crosses... But he had more up his sleeve. He kept focusing on the hollow that charged forward now though. Raising his voice again whilst the other shinigami would start on his incantation Ichidou would switch to his own. "Grow! Seed your fruits, grow your roots, sprout your stem, bare your blossom, drop your fruit! Bakudō no Juukyuu: Soutei!"
Extending his left hand his fingertips would elongate into ropes that would shoot past the other Shinigami's left shoulder at the incoming Hollow. Wrapping around the demon's knees, elbows and neck the sudden incapitation of his limbs would surely cause the Hollow to fall over at this speed.
The other hollow spoke about the woman in his hands. Ichidou would ignore it, giving one's own life to the greater cause was a sure part of being a Shinigami, on top of that he doubted that she would ever leave that claw of his alive. [/blockquote] Bakudō No. 19: Soutei (Way of Binding No. 19: Binding)
Type: Art of Binding
Description: The user gathers reiatsu in their left hand’s fingertips, holding their hand out in front of them. The user’s fingers sprout out a rope, splitting up in five separate ropes, all strong and fifteen centimetres in diameter. The ropes then reach towards the target, and wrap themselves around it – usually with one rope around each arm and leg, and one around their neck. Once trapped, the ropes curl further along the limbs until they are either severed or covering the entire body. The ropes around a joint prevent the joint from functioning.
Incantation: Grow! Seed your fruits, grow your roots, sprout your stem, bare your blossom, drop your fruit! Bakudō no Juukyuu: Soutei!
Restrictions: Must know the "Bakudō No. 4: Hainawa" |
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Post by Lady M on Dec 27, 2009 22:38:12 GMT 1
The constant shaking and moving of the Hollow's hold on her woke the young Shinigami to the world around her. Her long ivory locks were falling straight by her side, her cerulean hues slowly scanning around, trying to figure out where she was. Her initial worries of being brought to the monster's own dimension were brushed away as she recognised the familiar architecture of Seiretei. The beautiful maiden could feel a pain along her torso, she could feel a few of her ribs had broken, or so she thought with a first diagnosis of how she felt and while gaging her amount of pain in that area. Her brief moment of happyness for not being in Hueco Mundo would soon be removed as she noticed a battle going on around her. It seemed as if none of the shinigami cared for her. She closed her eyes, clearing her thoughts and trying to figure out how she could get out of this situation.
Trying to not alert the beast, Meimu would slowly lift one of her hands and placed it along the monster's arm. She would whisper to herself the name of the spell so that no one could actually hear her. The Hollow was too busy speaking with the other monster to notice what she was doing. A simple 'Hadô No. 4: Byakurai' would be all that is needed to perform the spell. From the hand that was blade against the monster's arm, a blast of white lightning was created. Because of the proximity of the girl's digits, it would be quite impossible for the monster to dodge it. The lightning would tore through the beast's arm and release her. If not, it would at least cause enough pain for Meimu to be released. Her eyes fell back once more to the ground, knowing that she would be able to land safely if given the opportunity. --- |
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Post by hiroko on Dec 27, 2009 22:44:40 GMT 1
Creatures meager in size, strength and number dove in the path of his raging blue in an effort to halt its strength wholly, though their efforts would be proven vain when there had been naught but a marginal reduction in both strength in speed, though still would the stream of blue thunder rage forward, unfortunately missing its target. He had been slightly annoyed, almost disappointed, but he was forbidden from using the splendors of kido in the first place, he probably jinxed himself or something.
The smaller of the two who donned an equally appalling mask would charge forward in hopes to strike, but unknown to the speeding hollow had been the shinigami's excelling skill and strength in the bladed arts. As the monstrosity continued to speed forth would he draw the steel-confinement of his soul like the virtuoso he nearly was. The advantage in this duel belonged to him; he had been graced with overall length as opposed to the human proportioned hollow who choose to assail with powerful extremities. Swiftly would his off-hand guide itself onto the hilt of the Zanapkuto, stabbing it forward at roaring speeds as soon as the hollow was in decent range; with both blade and arm had he been able to reach more than five feet when extended and he would use this to his advantage. The blade would lunge forward with ethereal grace as it would cast the still winds which stood in its path aside, barreling toward the gut of the creature. If it would succeed in punching a hole like he hoped, he would cleave a portion of the creatures body in two, the blade raging upward, tearing the white fibers of the hollow asunder, ultimately cutting its milky mask cleanly in two. The dodge of his strike would be difficult, for the hollow had been clearly advancing toward him at remarkable speeds, abruptly stopping wouldn't help much either for the hollow surely weighed a notable weight. Would he be the cause of the creatures untimely death?
Silence would wrap around him like a blanket in unison with fear, causing the lad to swallow whatever saliva had been in his mouth once the larger hollow had spoken - he feared for the life of whoever laid idle in his clutches. His head wouldn't ascend in order to meet the gargantuan's orbs, no, he would stay focused on his current foe -- he had to make certain that the one nearest to him was done.
[If you have questions or concerns, shoot me a pm]
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Post by Dr. Abumi on Dec 27, 2009 23:50:10 GMT 1
The small hollow avoided both of her comrades kido with no problem at all. Hiroko's kido sped towards the Menos which avoided it as well. Aya was still analyzing the whole battle in the hopes to find an opening and striking the hollow down with one blow. The hollow was now running towards Hiroko preparing to attack him with whatever he wanted.
Meanwhile, the other shinigami was chanting yet another kido, Hiroko was already making his move. The shinigami would draw his zanpakuto with speed and trust it forward towards the hollow while the other mans kido passed Hiroko's left shoulder. It seemed the timing was good for those two, she was almost certain both attacks would connect. Thinking about what to do was pointless now, it was time to act.
Still having her zanpakuto pointing towards the big Menos, she would tilt her head towards the smaller hollow and used one of her superior shunpo to appear on the left side of the hollow, slightly behind him and with a quick tap on the bottom of her zanpakutos hilt, a silver wire would fall out and shine on the sun. The wire was only 15 cm long so it could not do much at this point but it will serve as a possible defense in the future
Aya dropped her knees slightly lower as if one would when they squat and turned her body towards the hollows, the momentum from her stance would probably make her next strike far more stronger and more dangerous. With a single hand movement, she brought the zanpakuto up towards the hollows necks in the attempt to severe its head from its body. If the strike would connect they would have eliminated one hollow.
The bigger hollow, the Menos would inform them it had a shinigami with him and not to attack him. Aya had a look earlier and what it said was really true. "Well we need to deal with this hollow first then we can deal with the Menos." she hoped the captured shinigami will be alright for now as they haven't attacked the Menos yet. {If you see anything wrong just PM me so I could fix it.}
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Post by Shinzu on Dec 28, 2009 0:40:02 GMT 1
[OOC: Don’t know how I ended up writing so much just for an escape scene but there you go.]
The hollow recklessly continued his charge toward the Shinigami, despite noticing that he hadn’t even taken a defensive stance yet. “What are you planning?” he thought to himself. Whilst running he could hear chanting toward his right, although at this speed Ezequiel had more important things to worry about, namely gutting the man in front of him. Darting his eyes toward the second Shinigami for a split second, the hollow immediately focused them back to his original target in an attempt to perceive what kind of spell was heading his way.
Luckily for him however, the hollows powers were infinite in their capabilities and not just limited to his hands. With every step Ezequiel had been taking since he started his mad dash, he had been converting the soil beneath him into moths or more specifically, hawk moths. These wondrous little bugs can out run even humans, with the ability to fly at speeds of 30 miles per hour. Originally the hollow had planned on using them to blind the nameless Shinigami in front of him, however past experiences had taught the hollow never to ignore a shinigami’s kido.
At an immense speed almost rivaling at what the hollow had been traveling at, the moths blazed toward the kido which Ezequiel was now paying no attention to. Unbeknownst to him however, the spell split into five ropes of light and zoomed past the moths, latching themselves onto the hollow, with the expectation of one which luckily the moths dive bombed into. “Shiiiiit” he yelled, dropping to the ground with a large thump. With any attempt to wriggle out from the shackles binding him failing, the hollow wasted no time in looking up to gain a grasp on the situation.
Looking up, Ezequiel noticed the Shinigami who he had been charging at holding out his zanpakuto, which almost certainly would have skewered the hollow alive. If that wasn’t enough to give someone a heart attack, the hollow looked further up where he noticed the female Shinigami slicing the air which no doubt, was where the hollow should have been. Call it luck, destiny or a fluke, either way Ezequiel was safe and sound and he intended to keep things this way. Rubbing his chin against the ground, he morphed it into several vicious looking scorpions which toke a defensive stance whilst facing the female. At the same time, the few moths which had managed to escape being bound in the same rope which still gripped tightly against Ezequiel darted toward the first Shinigami who still had his zanpakuto held high in the air.
“I’d be careful where you tred if I were you Miss Shinigami. Wasps are no big deal; however my little pets over here have a special neurotoxin that will stop your pretty little heart from beating with just a single prick.”
Whilst the moths made their way toward the Shinigami who had tried to stab Ezequiel, they began to spit out small termites which were aimed at the man’s eyes or at least his body which they would then latch onto and make their way toward his face where they would have a feeding frenzy. With that out of the way, the hollow began rolling away from the commotion. Not the most graceful exit strategy under these circumstances but it would have to do.
“Hey big guy, if you don’t do something quick I’m going to end up leaving this place in small cubes!” His frantic shout for help was directed at the menos who so far hadn’t done much in an attempt to change this matter.
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Post by Otaku.Legend on Dec 28, 2009 2:56:26 GMT 1
A feeble attempt to escape would only be met with consequences, this being a law of the world. Never before had he witnessed such an attempt at escape, including how fast it took him to notice his captives actions. As he rose his left hand up to show the other Shinigami that he did indeed possess a hostage, the female Shinigami would attempt at her escape. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the faint movements of the woman, alerting him to her actions immediately; leading him to devise a suitable punishment for such wrongs. As her fragile form gathered Reiatsu to her finger, Animus waited till the gathered energy was moments from firing before dropping his hand. This left the Shinigami suspended in the air for a second without a support as her Kido fired randomly, missing its target before she began to plummet toward the earth.
Moving his hand beneath the female Shinigami, she would land safely within his hand though a tinge of pain could be felt from the impact. Though saved, Animus would release her from his captivity for a while, hands tossing her at the Shinigami surrounding the captured hollow. As their would be upon the other hollow and likely the incoming Shinigami, Animus could move undetected. 40 meters away, a Sonido placed him crouched beside his ally, hand placed around the hollow as a second Sonido took him and his ally 50 meters away. Once within the clear, a bladed finger of the Gillian broke through the Bakudo surrounding his ally ever so easily, freeing the creature from its confinements. The Shinigami receiving no time to react, preventing them from stopping the rescue for his speed was far greater than any of them. Not to mention their attention would be focused upon the female Shinigami flying toward them. If they did not catch her, she would die from the impact but should they rescue her, her life would not be in danger.
Looking down to the rescued hollow, Animus found it such a drag that he lost his hostage cause of this hollow.
"Look what you did. Now you have to help me retrieve my hostage . . . and that other female as well." [/i] Words that would go unheard to the Shinigami within the distance. Rising from his crouched position, Animus prepared for battle; his mind contemplating over different backup plans. "For now, do as you wish. You may kill the others but the woman is to be left unharmed. Got me?[/i] If the other hollow did not comply, Animus would not hesitate to end its life. 2/14 Sonido
Name: Oni Giri [Demon Sdevious] - Trait
Level: Average
Uses: 8 - 7 left
Description: Having been a master of the Sword in his previous life, Gennosuke's strength and skill with the blade allowed him to cleave durable objects with a less durable weapon. With a wooden sword, he possessed the ability to cut through stone and a stone sword allowed him to cleave through iron. Though he possesses no memory of his past life, his skills still remain connected to his soul and now have manifested as his main power. Able to increase the strength of his sword many times over; he is able to penetrate defenses stronger than his own weapon with ease. Reiatsu consuming his sword completely, any sdevious dealt afterward is exponentially increased in power, allowing him to easily sdevious through defenses one Level higher than this Trait. With the increase his power, he is able to apply the same amount of force as an Average Level Cero. Deus is able to use this technique twice per thread plus two more times for each rank above 0.
Restrictions: Can only be obtained by Deus/Animus. [/blockquote][/font] |
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Post by EvilAngel on Dec 28, 2009 6:58:10 GMT 1
Conflict. It was the feeling of flaring reiatsu’s that was drawing him in. Like throwing blood into the sea, the shark will be drawn in from miles away. The feeling of it excited him, and caused his hunger to grow. The feeling of need to devour another soul was beginning to consume him. Threatening to turn him back into the monster he was. As he struggled with this, he lost what little control he had left in suppressing his spiritual energy. Now most likely anything in a mile radius could sense his presence.
There went his surprise attack.
But he was caring less and less. As he drew closer and closer his thoughts faded, being replaced by a furious innate savagery. Any plan of attack he might have had went out the window. He was again back to the simpleton strategy that was: “I’m bigger than you; I’m going to eat you. And if I can’t eat you, I’m going to burn you, then eat you”
He descended out of the clouds, banking around the conflict as he did so, revealing his size and nature of his appearance to those below. As he gained a visual on them he produced and deafening roar in sheer excitement as he say the number of morsels there. He curved around, not directly flying at them. Yet.
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Post by Solus on Dec 28, 2009 13:56:49 GMT 1
The first hollow had been saved, leaving a woman to fall to the earth, sadly, Ichidou was to far away to help. Looking to his right he would notice both hollows, a bit more then fifty meters away "Since when do you guys know love?" He would say in a voice raised a bit. Immediately going to an incantation, preparing to combat the new hollow reiatsu he felt coming. "Grow! Seed your fruits, grow your roots, sprout your stem, bare your blossom, drop your fruit! Bakudō no Juukyuu: Soutei!"
From the skies another one would come near. Raising his left hand to face the incoming threat once more large ropes would be spawned from the ends of his fingers, shooting up in the skies at the large creature, that large size had a huge drawback, aiming had never been so easy for Ichidou. Connecting the ropes would twirl around the hollow dragon's wings, hind legs and mouth, restricting movement. Inable to fly the dragon would fall down to the unforgiving ground, this would surely hurt... [/blockquote] Bakudō No. 19: Soutei (Way of Binding No. 19: Binding)
Type: Art of Binding
Description: The user gathers reiatsu in their left hand’s fingertips, holding their hand out in front of them. The user’s fingers sprout out a rope, splitting up in five separate ropes, all strong and fifteen centimetres in diameter. The ropes then reach towards the target, and wrap themselves around it – usually with one rope around each arm and leg, and one around their neck. Once trapped, the ropes curl further along the limbs until they are either severed or covering the entire body. The ropes around a joint prevent the joint from functioning.
Incantation: Grow! Seed your fruits, grow your roots, sprout your stem, bare your blossom, drop your fruit! Bakudō no Juukyuu: Soutei!
Restrictions: Must know the "Bakudō No. 4: Hainawa" |
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Post by hiroko on Dec 28, 2009 21:52:39 GMT 1
It would seem as if the beast of taut white flesh was going to pose a greater challenge than expected. As his comrads kido came barreling in from over his shoulder would eyes catch sight of the incoming wasps, unsure of their abililties and strength; he had never encountered such creatures in the heat of battle before and the hollows use of them would be unknown to him, as of now. The kido would wrap itself like a blanket upon the hollow, bringing him onto the spiritual gaea, but at the same time would raven optics catch the image of the figure which the Gillian spoke of before, now sailing through the sky. With hardly enough time to take a breath would the gargantuan-in-size-oni-mask-donning hollow materialize and scoop up the captive, vanishing right after with another burst of untraceable speed; that fucker was fast. There had still been that problem of the incoming bugs, but, with an unsheathed blade would he force his skills to the test as he would now begin the swift slashing at the incoming bugs, many of the tailed behind each other as they flew toward the shinigami at speeds tantamount to the hollow, making their slaying o-so quicker.
Swiftly would he sheath his Zanapkuto like the virtuoso he was in attempt to catch the soaring female. Eyes would race all over, peripherals would make certain that he knew what was going on as far as his vision allowed. Backing up swiftly would he rely momentarily on his fellow shinigami, the one behind him to watch his six. He caught the female, his body being pushed back further and further by the force of collision, the force of impact. Falling back would he skid once, a sneer of marginal pain formed and vanished swiftly, but he would swiftly bounce back up with femma in hands, but, at the same time hearing a shriek tear through airs; today had been a day abundant in grandiose shrieks that propelled through the empty skies. He would place the girl in mirror onyx garb at his side, unaware of the extent of her injuries. If she hadn't been able to stand at all, then shit would just get harder. He would draw his zanapkuto once more with his right hand, head tilting upwards in order to view the source of the banshee shriek, its owner now rained downwards from the heavens.
"Are you hurt? How badly?"
He would ask, unsure of her physical state. It was as if such sinful beasts were attracted to this specific area, they appeared to hoard here, but, there had been naught more he could do until the beasts came within plausible range. As of now, the creature appeared to fly 150 meters high in the sky, circling about them as it would descend steadily, the other two about 50 meters off. Had the trio of hollow been in cahoots? Just how powerful were these creatures? Why did that hollow hold the silver-tressed soul reaper hostage? He didn't know.
he knew nothing. . .
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Post by Eviscerate on Dec 29, 2009 0:24:47 GMT 1
Violence!
It thrived all around me, birthed after a collective of battle hardened souls created an explosive concoction far too volatile for any of them to handle on their lonesome. My return from Earth had been redundant up until the unfolding of this most peculiar scene, and just as both sides struggled for dominion, neither seemed to appear the apparent victor. A ‘tch’ of annoyance rang under my breath as each suspect was identified underneath the layer of my cool and calm demeanor, and with the competitor count rising, I’d soon realize leaving this situation as it was would only result in trouble returning my way. There were still something that alluded my spiritual view, but with time's passing, all would be revealed. Senpai would not be happy of loose ends left undone, regardless of my level of involvement – or in this case, lack of.
Intruders…
I savored the word as the flying draconic entity made his presence the boldest, allowing its syllables to linger upon my tongue exquisitely, much like a well-aged wine. The unfolding drama reflected upon my glassy optics as I stood still atop a random rooftop at least thirty meters away from the nearest opponent, facing their backs, though much like in my head, the enemies of this state appeared minuscule and unreal. Neither of them (Shinigami, Hollow) would be acknowledge as allies, for my role as a True Avenger meant my corner was always empty and devoid of life. Still, for the sake of keeping my employer happy, I would act as if my concern for Seireitei’s well being rose above that of a passing thought. Ringaryuu, under the influence of an iron-like grip, would inch towards freedom, metal whispering an anxious tune. No one was near – yet.
“…time to rip.”
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Post by Dr. Abumi on Dec 29, 2009 1:31:44 GMT 1
While she was swinging, the hollows head seemed to disappear. The other shinigami's kido had hit it and chained the hollow hit the ground and tried to roll away. With disappointment, she brought her sword down towards her chest and pointing it towards the human like hollow while her heard turned to look at the big Menos to see if it had done anything. Aya was lucky to turn around in time to see a flying shinigami heading straight for her and Hiroko. She was unable to locate the Menos though, it as as if it just vanished.
Without thinking Aya felt to the ground while the flying shinigami would pass her and hit Hiroko, she hoped he was ready for, the force which would hit him would be nearly enough to knock him down, she thought. Still on the ground, she noticed the human like hollow disappeared to reappear about 50 meters from them next to the Menos. There was still a problem with the scorpions on the ground near her, where the human like hollow was laying. Hoping the scorpions were not poisonous and would not suddenly attack her, Aya would stand up and ran towards the other shinigami (Ichidou) who was chanting once again.
She was wondering if the shinigami knew only kido as he did not display any other abilities that would be more helpful than kido at this point. There was a sudden noise coming from the sky, looking up Aya would see it was another hollow which resembled a dragon, it was big. Aya gather her reiatsu to her fingers, extended her right hand palm and pointed it towards the dragon hollow with extended fingers. While doing so she was chanting her own kido spell "Ye lord! Mask of flesh and bone, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Truth and temperance, upon this sinless wall of dreams unleash but slightly the wrath of your claws! Hado no Sanjuusan: Sōkatsui!" and then a blue reiatsu busted out from her palm spreading wide into a cone. 3/5 shunpo left
Hadō No. 33: Sōkatsui (Way of Destruction No. 33: Blue Fire, Crash Down)
Type: Destruction Art.
Description: The user gather reiatsu to their fingers, extending the palm of their dominant hand to point towards the target, fingers extended. The off hand is placed on the dominant shoulder, with the palm facing away from the body. The index and middle fingers of the off hand are extended straight up and the rest are folded into the palm. The dominant hand will crackle with blue energy before releasing a large, flame-like burst of reiatsu from that spreads out in a wide cone fashion, dealing harsh burns to whatever is struck by the reiatsu.
Incantation: Ye lord! Mask of flesh and bone, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Truth and temperance, upon this sinless wall of dreams unleash but slightly the wrath of your claws! Hado no Sanjuusan: Sōkatsui!
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Post by Shinzu on Dec 29, 2009 12:42:21 GMT 1
Ezequiel wasted a few moments in an attempt to gain a grasp on the situation, which was likely down to the fact that the world around him had blured momentarily as he was grabbed by the menos and darted away with the aid of sonido. He was even freed from the chains that were irritably restricting his movements which began to grow dull with every second spent in that kido based confinement. Unfortunately however, it would seem that the menos’s actions were not entirely based on a good deed, if hollows were in fact capable of doing such things.
“Alright I guess the last thing I need is feeling I owe you or something. I won’t bother asking why you need the second hostage either.”Before the immense creature could get up from his crouched position, Ezequiel jumped from his palm as to avoid the need to ask the menos to put him down. I suppose both the girls are off limits now. He thought to himself as he descended onto the ground with a thump. The scorpions he had created earlier had begun to dissolve and molt back into soil as their purpose had been served, or at least that’s what it must have seemed like to the others. Deciding bad things seemed to be happening whenever the hollow ignored a certain Shinigami, Ezequiel immediately toke the offensive, his next attack being aimed at the man who had previously bound him in the series of kido ropes. As the hollow ran toward the group of Shinigami who were now a considerable distance away, Ezequiel made sure to brush his arm against the numerous buildings which he passed by. Feeling that he had now covered enough distance, his body flickered away from his original position and to behind the Shinigami whom he now felt resentment toward. As quickly as he had appeared, the hollow sent his right arm or rather fist flying toward the man’s head. Hoping that as he turned he would instinctively try to block the attack, the hollow simultaneously aimed the claws on his left hand at the mans chest in an attempt to stab him whilst he was busy concentrating on Ezequiel’s jab. 1/4 Sonido Unbeknownst to the female Shinigami, who at this point would most likely be imagining that the hollow had not noticed her; Ezequiel had in fact already set something up for her, though it was a shame he couldn’t just kill her as his plan was set into motion. Earlier when the scorpions fell apart, they actually reformed into tiny ants which were near impossible to notice due to the soil which aided as a camouflage. These ants had already began to make their way toward the female long before the hollow had decided to strike and had one simple goal in mind; crawling up the females leg and biting vigorously, sending her into a frenzy of pain and itching which would hopefully leave her distracted just long enough to not be able to help her ally. |
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Post by EvilAngel on Dec 29, 2009 15:52:12 GMT 1
The activity from below in reaction to his presence made him more excited. It was the predatory instinct kicking in; The prey trying to repel him as soon as he had arrived. The feeling was nothing short of intoxicating. He saw them casting their pathetic little spells, trying to compensate for the raw power they lacked and needed. He nose dived down, by doing so picking up speed very quickly. He wasn’t very fast for a flier, but he knew exactly how to use his weight to generate speed for him in short bursts. As the cone of lighting was fired, he took a sharp twist, banking hard he sped away from them. As he did so he likely sent a powerful wave of air over the group. Both dodging their spells and moving out of range of further attempts.
He cocked his head to one size, looked at them from the corner of his eye.
“Call that an attack do you?” he thought. He roared again, as be banked and rose again, this time higher. Much higher.
He flew towards them again, this time hundreds of meters above them. He circled around them, in a 300 meter radius, 900 meters above. His blood was pumping, and he was excited but he would make them wait. That was always a favourite of his. To make them wait.
He eyed the two less succulent beings down there. Fellow hollows? It was the first time he’d even realised they were there. Not that he really cared. If they got in his way, he would attack them too. Until then he would consider them neutral.
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Post by Otaku.Legend on Dec 29, 2009 16:00:00 GMT 1
Posting Order
Hiroko
Eviscerate
Dr. Abumi
Shinzu
Otaku.Legend
EvilAngel
Solus
Lady M
Please follow this posting order and do not skip people unless they miss the IIC which has been set to 24 hours
[/u]. Good luck to all.
As I prepared to place upon my new lackey orders to follow, his sudden charge would not go unnoticed as a thought rang through my mind. It simply amazed me that this other hollow had not learned from his previous mistake of charging in but the use of his odd trait would tell me otherwise. Whether or not his bugs would help much in this situation would be revealed in time as my attention adverted to a sudden cry emanating from high above. Cocking my head back, I laid eyes upon the creature causing an uproar above the battlefield, a dragon-like hollow. To make matters worse, I could already sense another entity upon the battlefield; this one not yet known to the others. I doubted anyone here possessed the skill to locate the new spiritual presence, thus I would have to keep a wary eye on this presence. Using the dragon-like hollow and my lackeys charge as a distraction, a Sonido closed the distance between myself and the enemies in an instant. Placing myself between the male who held my previous hostage and the red headed woman, bladed fingers wrapping around their frame; another Sonido placed us at least 50 meters from any other opponents. My plan to abduct both woman well underway, all that now stood in my way was this single male Shinigami. The silver haired beauty would be unable to help for her condition would not allow such actions and as for the red haired beauty, an immensely powerful sdevious to her back rendering her ability to battle insufficient. "I suggest you hand over the silver haired woman, boy. Otherwise, I cannot assure you will live through this ordeal."[/i] A threat I intended to keep should he choose to resist me. I held no care for what happened to these men, the woman were all I cared about at this moment. Red headed woman still held within my grasp, I stood no more than two meters away from the dark haired boy; fingers poised to strike dependent upon his answer. Within the back of my mind, I readily kept the general position of all other entities I could sense in check. 4/14 Sonido
Name: Oni Giri [Demon Sdevious] - Trait
Level: Average
Uses: 8 - 6 left
Description: Having been a master of the Sword in his previous life, Gennosuke's strength and skill with the blade allowed him to cleave durable objects with a less durable weapon. With a wooden sword, he possessed the ability to cut through stone and a stone sword allowed him to cleave through iron. Though he possesses no memory of his past life, his skills still remain connected to his soul and now have manifested as his main power. Able to increase the strength of his sword many times over; he is able to penetrate defenses stronger than his own weapon with ease. Reiatsu consuming his sword completely, any sdevious dealt afterward is exponentially increased in power, allowing him to easily sdevious through defenses one Level higher than this Trait. With the increase his power, he is able to apply the same amount of force as an Average Level Cero. Deus is able to use this technique twice per thread plus two more times for each rank above 0.
Restrictions: Can only be obtained by Deus/Animus. Note: Despite EvilAngels mishap of posting before me, please follow the posting order from now on. Failure to do so will result in consequences.[/blockquote][/font] |
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Post by Solus on Dec 30, 2009 2:36:18 GMT 1
The dragon would fire off a cone of what looked like lightning, more or less reflexive Ichidou would shunpo fifteen meters to the left, placing his right hand on the handle on his sword and the other on the sheath, preparing for a close combat fight. A Hollow would close in on the Shinigami's previous location, blindly striking thin air as his target had suddenly moved.
"Blue and white rain! Ten candles, fourteen suns, the loss of a single chariot! Blue lines intersect the core of a threatened king, a thousand white links hold the heart of the assassin at bay! Bakudo no Nijuusan: Juujika Awaikusari!" Ichidou would mutter as quickly as possible, bringing his hands together in front of him in a square if the hollow would not move closer. Around the hollow [shinzu] once again four crosses would rise, shooting chains to the legs and arms of this hollow, perfectly holding him down. This time the 6th division employee was determined to capture his target. [/blockquote] Shunpo 1/3
Bakudō No. 23: Juujika Awaikusari (Way of Binding No. 23: Cross Light Chain)
Type:v Binding Art
Description: The user thrusts both of their palms to the sides, and then sweeps them inward, forming a picture square with their fingers. Four crosses made of blue-white light will rise around the target in all four directions, forming a square about four meters in length. Chains of blue-white light will burst from the center of these crosses, one binding to each of the four limbs of the target. These chains can hold a target for two rounds.
Incantation: Blue and white rain! Ten candles, fourteen suns, the loss of a single chariot! Blue lines intersect the core of a threatened king, a thousand white links hold the heart of the assassin at bay! Bakudo no Nijuusan: Juujika Awaikusari!
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Post by Lady M on Dec 30, 2009 4:04:48 GMT 1
(OOC: Strict Posting Order, IIC, this is my worst nightmare brought into reality.)
She was completely and utterly useless. A doll by no other means. And even then, her beauty barely shun through with her current battered state and the condition of her clothing. She was tossed in the air, as if she had been a piece of food that had passed its expiration date. Her long and silver locks whipped around herself as she could feel the air around her rushing, the loud sound almost deafening her for a moment. Her azure gaze hidden behind tightly closed lids. Meimu was completely silent as she was thrown away from the Hollow and towards the crowd of shinigami that were all busy fending off the monsters. She soared through the skies, her arms folded to her body as she made a quick prayer to herself...
Yet the Shinigami believed in no gods...Her prayers would go unanswered, they served no purpose.
Someone had caught her, she had not collided with a wall. Out of sheer surprise and because the pain in her torso endured, she released a small cry. The sound was barely audible, only herself and her savior could have heard it. Her hands quickly clenched her wound along her ribcage as she inhaled deeply. Gathering her reiatsu beneth her fingers, Meimu would slowly sooth her pain, yet she needed medical attention, yet she would never admit it, especially not in such a situation.
''I thank you, though I may feel some pain, I am a Shinigami of the Fourth Division, I must help the wounded.'' The Hakuchou whispered as she gently broke away from the arms of her helper and tried to straighten herself, her eyes scanning the scene before her. All her senses were flooded by what was going on, she had no idea what she could do in such a situation.
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Post by hiroko on Dec 30, 2009 22:37:47 GMT 1
[Evilangel. I've already stated your distance in order to lessen any possible confusion since you neglected to do so, please go by the 150 meters that I stated in my previous post.]
Fuck!
The singular noun rang wildly in his mind as the grimly extremity of the beast latched onto them, clutches tight enough to craft grand hindrance to them, yet ensued that no harm would be inflicted upon them while in his ghastly grasp. It had been an odd thing really, how the fledgling God of Death wished to assail hollows, to conquer them alone with his silent blade which had lacked to converse with him, to verbally hint its namesake. If he had possessed such strengths, if he had possessed such bonds with his blade, could have he been the one who held the hollows fate with mercy? Such questions would remain unanswered as his mind would morosely curse itself, obscenities to race in flurries as anger and shame flooded his entire being, saturating each spiritual partial that clustered into one shape that would be him.
"I suggest you hand over the silver haired woman, boy. Otherwise, I cannot assure you will live through this ordeal."
A chill ran amuck upon his spine as optics widened with shock, the seemingly annoyed mask that was once frozen on his features now absent, much like the determined composure he had once worn in pride, in belief that he was untouchable. He was a child now making a choice -- was it going to be mac 'n cheese for lunch today or would he get the ham sandwich? O, how he wished his decision lingered with such simplicity and lack of consequence, but, mac 'n cheese would never have such a grand impact on ones mortality, impact onw tantamount to the other individual as her life now hung on the rocky-edge of his reply. Would he cast aside his male chilvary in order to live another die of life with a chewy center of regret, or would he be a martyr who would be kept sacred for one hour at the most? The desicion swiftly cemented itself in his mind.
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In haste would he maneuver his right arm free from under the girl, left arm holding on to her in hope that the hollow would remain deprived of her presence. He would twist his body wildly to the side of his free arm as his upper body would lunge towards the onyx hand of the Gillian, away form the bladed fingers, this all possible due to the hollow only having hold on his lower body. Pearly whites would be unsheathed as his movements were quick, swift as he would metaphorically cast his body into raging flames, passionate in fulfilling their desire. He would attempt to chomp down, and if successful would put all force, all plausible strength which laid idle into this bite; this savage bite, anger and frustration molding into one powerful entity that would aide his mandible in inflicting pain. He would be unknowing of its results, though, maybe this, in some childish form, could assist them.
What ever fate had been, he would accept it now. Only shame was present now as he would regret his lack of strength, his lack of skill. The superior aura that mentally existed in now toppled over whilst his ego reduced to nothing.
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Post by Eviscerate on Dec 31, 2009 14:40:02 GMT 1
OOC – Rushed post. Alert me if there’s any problems.
The action unfolded before me with swift ferocity, I the witness to a most estranged viewing with the puppets of the show streaking across the stage. Although it had taken me some time, my reiatsu detection was complete, the locations of the lower prey instantly discerned – however, there was one whose power even I would soon heed. He was the one approaching a rather bulbous Shinigami with such killing intent, death intertwined in fingers bloodied by many a man’s blood. I had but little time to react, and while I had expected the flying menace above to cause the most problems, he appeared quiet; for now...
Conflict? Rising. Aversion en-route.
With my extended right hand and my left crossed over my shoulder, a motion initiated after I unsheathed my steel fury, I would soon create a focal point of reiatsu, the product none other than a dark blue blast of fast-traveling spiritual energy easily able to punch through walls and bodies. Shot towards the dueling tango's feet, the crazed Hollow that had demanded the females would receive most of the damage simply due to the angle of the blast’s arrival, as well the nature of the splashing fire itself. Still I remained, very aware, ready for any mishap coming around my corners – my voice wrecked of muttering death.
“Ye lord. Mask of flesh and bone, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man. Truth and temperance, upon this sinless wall of dreams unleash but slightly the wrath of your claws.”
“Hado no Sanjuusan – S ō k a t s u i !”
[/font][/size] Hadō No. 33: Sōkatsui (Way of Destruction No. 33: Blue Fire, Crash Down)
Type: Destruction Art.
Description: The user gather reiatsu to their fingers, extending the palm of their dominant hand to point towards the target, fingers extended. The off hand is placed on the dominant shoulder, with the palm facing away from the body. The index and middle fingers of the off hand are extended straight up and the rest are folded into the palm. The dominant hand will crackle with blue energy before releasing a large, flame-like burst of reiatsu from that spreads out in a wide cone fashion, dealing harsh burns to whatever is struck by the reiatsu.
Incantation: Ye lord! Mask of flesh and bone, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Truth and temperance, upon this sinless wall of dreams unleash but slightly the wrath of your claws! Hado no Sanjuusan: Sōkatsui!
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Post by Dr. Abumi on Dec 31, 2009 15:07:43 GMT 1
As she shot her kido at the dragon like hollow, something would be crawling up her legs, she could clearly feel it which irritated her. Her spell would miss, she was cursing under her breath. More importantly the dragon like hollow was flying at her and the other shinigami who was only using kido and nothing else. Sooner or later she would need to get away from the place or the dragon would hit her for sure. Just as Aya was about to use shunpo to get away, the big Menos appeared right in front of her and the next moment it was holding Aya with its hands or whatever they call it. They were somewhere else now, she did not know for the Menos was blocking her front view and it was impossible to turn around. While still thinking about what to do, she would be hit by the Menos in the back making her unconscious. |
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Post by Shinzu on Dec 31, 2009 16:04:29 GMT 1
As his fists pounded against the emptiness of the air, Ezequiel immediately realized that his target had slipped past him. His eyes would then darted from side to side in a frenzy, all in an attempt to pin point the shinigami's new location. Luckily he hadn’t escaped to far off; in fact he was still in the hollows field of vision. Recognizing key words in the shinigami’s chant which he shown no signs of trying to disguise, the hollow knew almost instinctively what was coming his way.
“The same thing won’t work twice.” The hollow muttered as he began his head on charge toward the Shinigami.
As the crosses rose from beneath the ground the hollow rushed forward in an attempt to outrun them, converting the soil beneath his feet into a swarm of bees as he did so. As if expecting the chains to burst forth from the crosses at any moment, the hollow ordered his bees to swarm around any chain that aimed to latch onto himself and cloud around it in order to make the kido target the artificial insects instead. With the main threat out of the way, Ezequiel would continue his cautious charge, reaching the man moments after he had finished chanting his last verse with the intent to slice him across his chest and his arm if the man tried to reach for, or held his zanpakuto.
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