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Post by Eviscerate on Feb 17, 2010 8:36:25 GMT 1
OOC – This is meant to be filler for the story. Keep it simple, everyone is welcome. IIC is 24 hours, and spars are meant for training, not killing. Posting order goes depending on entry.
The empty training field was at least a hundred meters wide, dirt all around me as I stood tall and lonely in the middle. As the sun bathed directly atop my figure, I'd find myself looking left and right in hopes of finding life, yet ultimately seeing nothing, and although my motionless self hinted at my idle state, I had been working hard at sensing any foreign reiatsu; I would not be one to be caught off guard. My challenge, I believe, had been rather blunt and clear, and judging by today’s traffic at the academy, I was sure at least a few takers would show.
I was silent and still, my breath slow and steady.
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Post by Shikaku on Feb 25, 2010 0:42:13 GMT 1
The lone shinigami roamed through the streets of Seireitei, as his footsteps echoed as the sound of every foot tapping on the ground could be heard from quite a distance. Roaming and wandering through the crowded streets, the carefree shinigami who hailed from the Seventh Division, unseated, was attempting to find something to do. He was quite bored and wanted something or something who would interest him and hopefully entertain and amuse him for a while until his next mission would be assign. Meanwhile, the sound of a whistling tone would spread throughout the area as the unique, beautiful, yet random sound of whistling could be heard. Heading toward the training grounds, he hoped to find someone interesting there.
As the carefree, calm, whistling man continued his journey to the training grounds, a sudden breeze would interfere in his travel, blowing gentle through his hair. As for some strange reason, he actually enjoyed and felt a sense of Harmony every time the wind would push and brush up against his skin and blow through his hair. Nonetheless he would swiftly make his way through the streets and into the training grounds, as he hadn't realized that for some odd reason, the training grounds were not full which was quite a surprise to the whistling shinigami. Moments later out of lack of attention, he had found himself in an open field which would stretch out for several dozen meters wide. From a distance, the shinigami known-ed as Shikaku noticed a single shinigami in the center of the field, alone for some reason. Wandering why he was there alone and wanting to know who he was, he swiftly made his way to the shinigami.
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Post by Hishirugi Maximillion on Mar 12, 2010 19:33:01 GMT 1
Without warning, an unfamiliar figure suddenly blurred into sight. From the looks of him, he was a Seated Officer of the 11th Division, but a very low Seat. Despite that, he emanated a reiatsu that seemed to emanate power. One that, when he got stronger, he would probably be able to surpass those ranked higher than him.
But all things took time, and this one looked like he was fully willing to take whatever time it took in order to achieve this level of power.
"You look like someone looking for a sparring partner," Maximillion said with a smirk. A tilt of his head shifted the massive afro that plumed like a black cloud atop his head, and he fingered the hilt of his Zanpakuto with a smile.
"I will be your opponent, if you'd like.
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