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Post by Konsuijo-Tai on Jun 7, 2009 6:24:10 GMT 1
It had been a couple of days since his first major encounter with a most interesting Hollow and a human who possessed peculiar abilities, yet the encounter was still fresh in his mind. Never before had he been in such a battle, with unknown friends and foes alike. Karakura town was surely a hidden gem of spiritual activity. Perhaps that had been why barely any other Shinigami or Quincey had toured the area. Digression aside, he rolled off his bed.
It was about time to wander as he often did. Quickly dressing in his casual attire of blue jean pants and assorted white tee he rushed out the door, grabbing only his wallet and a random twinke from the counter. As usual as the days went, walking out of the complex was all but easy. There was of course the landlady, an old hag of a woman, charging too much for rent and always badgering about things. Of course, today there was something new. As he walked down several flights of stairs she attempted to nag, her incessant nagging providing the only background noise, all of nature seemingly stopping to allow her annoying voice to carry. Eventually, he made it out of there.
The first patrol region was the same as ever. He walked the path nearest the river first moving all the way north, then turning back around south. Afterwards, he would cross the bridge and subsequently do the same for the path on the opposite bank it was all the same. Sun blaring down he began to munch on the Twinke, taking obnoxiously large bites out of it.
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Post by Hikari on Jun 8, 2009 3:27:36 GMT 1
“What a drag…” the death goddess thought to herself, strolling down the shore of a river. Invisible to all but her comrades, the spirit took her time sulking in this world before returning back to the Soul Society. Her initial reason for leaving her plane was gone; her hollow target destroyed or simply vanished before she arrived. Instead of simply wasting the time to this realm, Hikari took the time to explore a little. As a member of division 2, she would most likely find herself in the human world often.
Chocolate tendrils were gently tugged by the wind as she trudged along the river’s edge, taking in the scenery. Her ebony yukata hovered just centimeters from the dusty ground, and her zanpacto was hidden safely in the hilt of the azure silk umbrella perched on her shoulder. The human world was quite peaceful when not ravaged by the presence of a hollow. She could get used to these walks.
Coming to a bridge, her progress would halt as the Shinigami took a break from her stroll. Leaning on the metal railing, her head peered over the concrete structure and gazed at the flowing river beneath her. A warped reflection stared back at her from the cool depths of the stream, the current and wind ruffling the glassy surface of the water. I wonder if there are any fish down there. Squinting her eyes in an attempt to see past her pallid reflection, she was met with zero success and would simply have to be content with her bridge top look out. She could hear someone approaching, but the instinct to react to humans had been extinguished. She knew the other being couldn’t see her, so his footsteps soon faded into the white noise the river produced. |
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Post by Konsuijo-Tai on Jun 8, 2009 6:24:24 GMT 1
Slow steps took him within the immediate proximity of the Shinigami staring at the water. He was too focused on the eating of his twinke to notice her immediately. However, during one of the breaks he took from engorging on it his eyes lifted enough to spot her, this time coming specifically when he was right smack next to her. His eyes quickly widened for a moment. It had been a while since he had seen a Shinigami, let alone a Shinigami in Karakura Town.
"You, Shinigami. Hey. Yeah, I'm talking to you. I can see you. What are you doing in my neck of the woods?" Of course he was speaking sarcastically about the area he patrolled, namely Karakura Town. He hadn't noticed any Shinigami being assigned to the area specifically. It was supposed to be his hidden gem.
After this initial comment he began munching on his Twinke again, making sure to savor every little bit of it, taking smaller bites now just to prolong the flavor. |
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Post by Alejandro on Jun 8, 2009 8:00:50 GMT 1
Cry for me…
The sky never cried for me - not in life, and certainly not in death. I could remember fragments of my existence - the last years were especially clear, replaying over and over in my shattered mind, forever locked in repeat. The scenes of pestilent decay only powered my dementia, feeding the gnawing hunger that throbbed throughout my being.
No matter how many souls I devoured, the hunger never abated - it was forever, universal, endless… as all encompassing as time or the universe itself. And, fully cognizant of that fact, I found myself at an impasse. I still retained some vestiges of my human essence, but the ache… it could not be ignored, no matter how much I loathed what it made me…
Hollow.
I sought to fill that void even know, slipping into the realm of the living through instinctual means. The scent of water wafted to my "nostrils" - was that a river? My wings spread across the horizon, and I glided through the heavens, spiting the lord who’d shunned me - and in my flight I happened upon two particularly delectable individuals…
My hunger could not be ignored. The question was… would they quell it?
The bright blue of the sky provided no cover, but I cared little for secrecy. If I couldn’t obtain a meal then I would retreat to my own home and feed from my fellow denizens. I knew no loyalty. |
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Post by Hikari on Jun 9, 2009 1:16:06 GMT 1
Her eyes widened as she realized the human was addressing her. Taking a moment to recover from the shock, she would speak with her back still turned to the visitor. “So you can see me huh?” She nonchalantly replied, keeping her gaze on the river beneath her. “I thought it was beyond the capabilities of your kind to see spiritual beings such as myself…though I guess all rules have their exceptions.” Turning to face the boy, chestnut optics scanned his physique. “Not a very impressive specimen, are you?” She chided as she began to circle the human.
Her silken garment flowed behind her as she continued her analysis. “Ooh…there it is. Yea…now that I get a better look at you, you do excrete a small amount of spiritual pressure. How cute.” A smile curled over her lips as she giggled. How would the human react? Suddenly, the girl would freeze in her tracks. There was something here. Something bigger. And whatever it was, its spiritual pressure was large. A hollow?
Her tone had changed from playful to serious in just moments. “Stay alert. There’s something here.” The shinigami began to scan the area, searching for the source of her sense of unrest. Looking skyward, the culprit was revealed. “THERE!” She pointed, chocolate slates locked on the flying abomination of a soul. Focusing rietsu into her finger, she traced a triangle in the air while quickly reciting an incantation. “Sign of three warriors, approach and declare war on the forbidden followers. Bakduō no Sanju: Shitotsu Sansen!” Because their opponent was far away, there was little chance he could disrupt her spell. Sending a golden disc towards her target, she would try to immobilize the hollow in order to slay it. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Konsuijo-Tai on Jun 9, 2009 1:52:06 GMT 1
Her words were harsh but her form beautiful. It was an odd mixture. This shinigami was surely turning out to already be an interesting individual, as most of the shinigami were. From his experience it seemed like only the oddest of the bunch of souls in Seireitei ended up joining their ranks. Odd, as much as his face showed disdain for her comments he couldn't bring himself to think of anything witty on the spot, it took longer than it normally did for his rebuttal.
"Small Reiatsu? Like yours is any better, what are you. . a new---"
Cut off by the sudden dramatic increase of Reiatsu his head turned toward the direction of the pressure was exerted from. It weighed his body down substantially, his form arcing some to take some of the pressure off it directly.
". . What is this? A Hollow. . " This reiatsu was distinct, different from the no-name hollows often encountered in Karakura, interesting. As he saw the Shinigami prepare her Kido he prepared his onslaught without any further wait.
With a raising of his right hand a familiar blue hue gathered about it, forming a structure akin to that of a typical 9mm handgun, and with a sudden shattering and diffusing of the blue hue into individual light particles the handgun came to physically be; his weapon of choice. He wasted no time as it began to shine, and subsequently was shot off toward the hollow.
Three individual bullets were fired at the hollow, each specifically pinpointing an area for a certain effect. The first bullet traveled to the area in front of the aberration seeking to cut it off, the second traveling behind it cutting off an escape route, and the third above it for extra insurance. Of course each bullet was given a certain velocity as to ensure they all arrived at relatively the same time, though the speed of the non-charged spiritual bullets were relatively slow firing at varying speeds near that of which a paintball would be launched. |
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Post by Alejandro on Jun 9, 2009 6:50:33 GMT 1
Ah, a change of pace - these morsels were aware of my presence. There were a great many things about my existence that I had yet to discover - I only knew the mania that drove me, and the last, bitter vestiges of my lost humanity. Never before had I encountered spiritually aware creatures; a long lost emotion welled inside me, sparking a heat in my core - it was excitement, and it gripped me just as strongly as the feathered shadow that to clung to my frame.
My wingspan shortened and I dropped, my size and aerodynamic structure enabling a rather swift decent, to say the least. But what was this?
Reiatsu!
Spiritual pressure. I could smell it almost, taste it even - for a moment, the smell grew more pungent, the taste, more succulent… their strength was impressive, though hazardous to my own continued existence. A near instinctual aerial manuever pulled me eastward [leftward] of their combined attacks - as I dropped, I’d merely flinched in a manner, manipulating my wings to change the flow of air across my form to slide me to the left. Honeyed spears and azure bullets whizzed passed, dissipating in the distance.
The speed of my decent was such that I was before them in hardly a second, sorrow filled words slipping from my throat - or whatever I possessed that posed as one.
“Can you sustain me?” My voice; it was guttural and utterly unholy, like screeching sirens and grinding bones all in the same breath.
I withheld a keening wail, instead analyzing the beings that opposed me. They were close enough for my own comfort, just a few feet within fifteen meters.
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Post by Hikari on Jun 9, 2009 21:01:19 GMT 1
Watching her companion pull out a gun she smirked and shot another insult towards him. “That’s a neat little toy you got there. Just try and leave this to the professionals, hmm?” The shinigami watched in disappointment as their reietsu attacks sailed off course. Cant say I didn’t expect that. . . she thought to herself, watching the winged hollow soar in from the sky. He was getting close to the pair. . . too close. It was best to separate themselves from each other so they wouldn’t both be hit with an attack launched by their opponent.
With unparalleled speed for her rank, the Shinigami’s feet pushed off of the concrete bridge, speeding underneath the hollow and to the other side of the structure. Jumping onto the railing, A powerful kick launched her into the air as her body twisted to face the backside of the hollow. Another kido spell was chanted quickly through hushed tones. “My will to succeed be the rope that sustains you; let my breath of light be the light to guide you. Bakudo no Yon: Hainawa!” Once complete, a chain of light flew from her left hand, aimed for the beast’s wings in an attempt to restrain his flight. If successful, gravity would pull the shinigami onto the surface of the river and the chain would tangle around her opponent’s wings and attach to the railing of the bridge.
Regardless if her attack was successful, her zanpacto was pulled from the sheath of her parasol, held in the grasp of her left hand. Her next course of action would be determined by the actions of her opponent, so for now she would stand on the water’s surface, her gaze fixed on the hollow. :Kido Used: Bakudō No. 4: Hainawa (Way of Binding: Crawling Rope)
Type: Binding Art.
Description: An ability that is both simplistic and useful, and as such it can commonly be seen in practice. It is especially favored amongst members of the Fourth Division, who cannot get a patient to stop struggling against treatment. Gathering Reiatsu, the user will speak the incantation, and then condense the energy as a chain of light from the index and middle fingers of the user's dominant hand, which are held together. The chain will then quickly fly towards the opponent, attempting to act as a restraint to prohibit the opponent from moving. Once bound, the chain is capable of being tied to another object to hold the opponent; the user is not required to maintain the connection between the chain and their hand, allowing them to then perform other actions.
Incantation: My will to succeed be the rope that sustains you; let my breath of light be the light to guide you. Bakudo no Yon: Hainawa!
Restrictions: --- [/font] |
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Post by Konsuijo-Tai on Jun 10, 2009 3:50:20 GMT 1
Thermidor had been well aware his bullets were unlikely to connect or to even complete the desired effect. The simple mechanics of his two dimensional attack vs. the hollow's three dimensional range of movement meant he was at a disadvantage. However, it was not something that couldn't be overcome with sheer skill. Thermidor had become somewhat sure of himself, having survived his first encounter with a Hollow, and one of a much higher caliber given the nature of reiatsu.
"Would you please shut the hell up and do your job?" He retorted.
The shinigami, much to his surprise -- almost as if obeying (Thermidor assuming that it was just a nature of coincidence), went on the offensive against the Hollow. Not caring much for what the Shinigami did he began his own preparations, the first step of which was to increase the distance between himself and the animal. A Hirenkyaku took him a good ten meters away from the ensuing battle between Hollow and Shinigami, and into the fringes of his territory, long range.
His Reibuki began to glow in it's familar blue hue. A seemingly mechanical obstruction was unlocked, the gun's physical parts moving about in various ways until a second locking mechanism was triggered. The gun lost most of it's aesthetic connection to guns of the modern age, becoming something akin to a spacey gun. The inner workings of the gun exposed blue veins of spiritual energy pulsated throughout it, the ambient light radiated becoming even more intense with every fleeting moment. His eyes never left the prize.
"Heh. Wait till' you take a bite out of what you can't chew you abomination." Hirenkyaku (Flying Screen Step)
Level: Low
Description: A technique that is not very difficult to perform, and is available to every Quincey upon reaching Rank 1. Similar to the other "rapid speed" abilities, such as Sprint and Shunpo, this technique allows the user to create a great number of spirit particles underneath their feet, which then slide towards the desired direction. The greater the user's Sumido capabilities, the faster this sliding will occur, eventually allowing for 'seeming' instant transportation between one area and another.
Restrictions: Must reach Rank 1.
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Post by Alejandro on Jun 10, 2009 6:30:42 GMT 1
!
My words were discarded, as if I was unworthy of consideration. One brave soul attacked, seeking to battle with me in my own realm - a mistake; it would spell her doom. To her sprint and jump I only need turn an about face, my movements swift and sudden, easily matching hers in speed, though brought about with far less effort - her spell was defeated by similar simple means, as Reiatsu coalesced before the tapered point of my masked face -
- a screeching wail slipped from my throat before her incantation could gain sustenance, my success nearly guaranteed. The speed of sound itself knew no rival. Not yet…
Success would find my girth plowing into her at my maximum speed, invoking further disorientation - my own disability half as severe as her brief bout - before I swatted angrily at her no doubt dazed form, sending her careening down into the earth as gracefully as a tumbling rock. Of course, such would be impossible without the initial success of my Grito. Failure would invariably lead to simple maneuvering to bring about success - my aerial capabilities rendered me nigh untouchable when locked in Fuijin’s embrace, even with a half second taste of agitation.
Meeting me in the heavens had been her mistake.
A second foe still lurked, but the entity had yet to take the offensive. Our... familiarization could wait. His scent rendered true secrecy unattainable, for just as he could sense me, I too could sense him. Hunger drove me, but thought still ruled - I needed knowledge; more than that afforded me by my mindless brethren. The girl would suffice - certainly battered but not totally beaten.
“What… why...” The pain of my existence reverberated in the dismal timbre of my voice.
So many questions… where to begin?
[1/5] Sonido
Name: Grito [ Scream ]
Level: Average
Description: Alejandro releases a bloodcurdling wail designed specifically to disorient his opponents. Reiatsu amasses over the mouth of his hollow mask - upon release, it blasts forth in a near visible wave of sound energy that causes intense, debiliatating vibrations in the cranium of whomever hears it. The waves induce nausea, blurred vision, and stinging pain. The energy travels in a conular shape, growing in a range the further it travels. As the ability is sound based, the deaf are unaffected by Grito. The severity of disorientation is directly related to Alejandro's own strength - at its weakest, Grito only mildly disorients an opponent for a few seconds at best. As Alejandro progresses in class, the strength and range of Grito increases greatly.
Hollow - 1-2 seconds of disorientation; 15 meters; mild pain
Gillian - 3-6 seconds of disorientation; 30 meters; discomforting pain
Adjuchas - 7-11 seconds of disorientation; 45 meters; distressing pain
Arrancar - 12-17 seconds of disorientation; 60 meters; intense pain
Ressurecion - 18-24 seconds of disorientation; 75 meters; severe pain
Segundo Etapa - 25-32 seconds of disorientation; 90 meters; excrutiating pain
However, do to the nature of the attack, Alejandro experiences some discomfort himself equal to half his current strength with the skill, making it a tactical risk to use the skill even once. The strength of Alejandro's enemies also effects the severity of disorientation; very skilled warriors are able to fight through the effects, and those whose strength is exponentially greater than Alejandro's own may appear near immune. Proximity to the sound wave also effects its severity - being positioned directly behind Alejandro and directly to his right and left, the strength of the attack is decreased by one rank. And, of course, those outside the range of the attack feel nothing.
Restrictions: Must be Alejandro
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Post by Hikari on Jun 11, 2009 2:00:35 GMT 1
Jumping through the air, her incantation was disrupted by a horrid screech blasted from the beak of her opponent. Her head was rattled by this mysterious blast, but she fought through the strange disorientation to reach for her zanpacto. The hollow suddenly appeared infront of her, winding up for a vicious attack. With an almost instant reaction, the spiritual blade was spun upward into the path of the descending limb.
It would be nearly impossible for the monster to avoid skewering himself on her ninjato, slicing a hole through his arm. However, the momentum of his strike couldn’t all be redirected, and so the helpless shinigami plummeted into the river below, her landing cushioned by the embrace of the water. Since her body had ascended beyond the need for oxygen, she stayed hidden beneath the waves as the current swept her back towards the bridge.
Once the water darkened by the shadow of the concrete structure, the girl’s head popped above the surface, coating her hand with reiatsu to stick to the pillar of the bridge support so she could observe her opponent and ascertain her next course of action. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Konsuijo-Tai on Jun 11, 2009 5:19:09 GMT 1
Thermidor's distance from the fight allowed him to see the entire thing for the bigger picture and plan accordingly. As the battle ensued he had been making meticulous calculations as to which time would be most profitable to join in on it. For the entire duration of this thinking his weapon's luster never decreased, it continually shone with increasing radiance as he willed spirit particles to it evermore.
Due to his positioning away from the blast of sound Thermidor would not be affected by the scream. However, this didn't mean he didn't observe the effects. It made, seeing the shock-wave as it hit the water and forced it aside. This attack was noted; judging from the power the attack exhumed it was possibly the infant Hollow's one ability, much like the previous Hollow he fought, who also only had one ability.
During the time interval where the monster used Sonido in an attempt to attack Hikari, his shot was fired off, just as Hikari actually countered the move with her Zanpaktou. It was only sheer belief in her ability that allowed him to do such without much care, only firing the shot assuming the Hollow didn't pull a miraculous counter.
The bullet Thermidor fired was of a much higher caliber than all the rest before it. It most resembled a shot of laser cannon than an actual bullet, sporting a large tail of spiritual energy behind it. It was easily three times faster than his normal shots of which traveled near the speed of a paint-ball, and exponentially larger in terms of circumference, nearing the size of a cannonball. Of course the Hollow of which was facing the opposite way as he would never see the bullet coming, as it aimed directly for it, providing no sound as it left the barrel or as it traveled to the foe. |
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Post by Alejandro on Jun 11, 2009 6:34:32 GMT 1
Ahem... you missed a spot, Hikari.
Success would find my girth plowing into her at my maximum speed, invoking further disorientation - my own disability half as severe as her brief bout - before I swatted angrily at her no doubt dazed form, sending her careening down into the earth as gracefully as a tumbling rock.
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Oh, what a shame… the full breadth of my girth barreled into the hapless woman, rendering any further action obsolete - I had minimized my ministrations whereas she had failed to make use of her talent. I was nearly thrice her size - shrugging off the full-body blow would be beyond her skill, leaving her subject to my tender mercies. I lifted a wing to bat her to the ground... and then a laser tore through my body.
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I released a bloodcurdling roar that heralded the intensity of the pain that coursed through me. The last length of my tail… gone, as if I had never possessed it - thirteen feet of length was reduced to ten, my rage quadrupled, and a cry of pain morphed into a declaration of otherworldly rage - that coward!
“RRRRAAARRRRGHH!”
I left the woman to plummet to the earth, whipping about in the air to face my yellow-bellied assailant. Hiding was futile - I could smell him, even through the haze of pain that colored my vision. Three mighty beats carried me further into the sky, my ascent at an angle - and then I dived, falling like a bullet, shooting toward the mortal that dare attack my back. The very moment I entered into that cherished range, I would lament my sorrow through voice, rendering his very nerves a jitter for but a second or two of disorientation… only then would I strike, crushing him beneath my size. My aerial maneuverability would have to considered in whatever defense or offense he attempted - he commanded the majority of my focus, though I left some sense open to the mildly battered Shinigami left at my back.
I had learned my lesson.
Time was of the essence - with my injury, escape was the sensible route to follow, and even in my rage I realized this. Nevertheless, the cretin would feel my sorrow… if not now, then certainly once I’d recovered - hell itself wouldn’t keep me from my revenge.
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Post by Hikari on Jun 12, 2009 6:07:24 GMT 1
Hit by a quick smack from the hollow’s form, the shinigami would fall into the river before the bludgeoning strike could contact her body, saving her from further damage. Fighting to regain her wits, she righted her position beneath the water, allowing the current to take her beneath the bridge. Her body was sore but for the most part still able to function.
Pulling herself up onto a pillar used to hold the bridge up, the shinigami sighed as she inspected her body. Unsheathing her blade, she turned her attention to the actions of the world beyond her pillar. A shower of blood rained into the stream, a sign that her companion had successfully landed a powerful attack against the beast. Hikari had taken more damage than she would have liked, but her plan had worked out just as she anticipated.
Having virtually no long range skills, and with her partner in possession of a firearm, the shinigami would best serve as a distraction while her partner readied a ranged assault. “Good.” Watching from her post, the flying hollow dive-bombed the gun wielding human, and there was little the bruised warrior could do. Hopefully he would evade, and Hikari could formulate a strategy from her safe place among the shadows. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Konsuijo-Tai on Jun 12, 2009 6:36:31 GMT 1
The advantage of being at such a long-range meant also that he could react to strikes preemptively for the most part. Success was lamented in the Hollow's cry, a slight smirk emerging on his face.
"Hah. Bingo."
Pleasantry's aside he needed to react to the movements of the Hollow, watching it's ascent and subsequent dive-bombing he began his own counter attack. As it stood the position of the Hollow made him a small target, hindering the possibility of Thermidor's shots hitting squarely. Something else needed to be devised. First thing was first, at the very beginning of the bird's descent three shots were fired in at the Hollow, each bearing the velocity of a paint-ball and the force of a punch. Hopefully, the shots would catch the Hollow about fifteen percent of the way to him. However, it was really inconsequential, they were mere warning shots.
With a turning of his body eastward, up river, he performed another Hirenkyaku (Flying Screen Step), taking him an additional ten meters away from the Bird-esque Hollow. As such, the incurring scream of the Hollow would do little, taking him both to the side of the Hollow and out of it's area of effectiveness. He didn't come to a stop immediately as he went, turning around and letting momentum take him the final inches to make sure he kept eye contact on the Hollow.
"Perhaps you need a wake-up call Hollow, let me get the alarm ready." His weapon rose into the air with the raising of his hand, and began the familiar charging process. Hirenkyaku (Flying Screen Step)
Level: Low
Description: A technique that is not very difficult to perform, and is available to every Quincey upon reaching Rank 1. Similar to the other "rapid speed" abilities, such as Sprint and Shunpo, this technique allows the user to create a great number of spirit particles underneath their feet, which then slide towards the desired direction. The greater the user's Sumido capabilities, the faster this sliding will occur, eventually allowing for 'seeming' instant transportation between one area and another.
Restrictions: Must reach Rank 1.
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Post by Alejandro on Jun 12, 2009 7:04:21 GMT 1
The battle was no doubt drawing to a close. I felt myself weakening even now, leaking my life essence to the terra firma beneath me. It was sheer emotion and will that drove me - kept me afloat whilst I battled against a deluge of mind-searing pain. I hated my weakness almost as much as I hated the human for attacking me.
My angelic wings spread far and I tilted as I dove, weaving between two of the three projectiles fired at me. I lance of fear shot through me at the sight of the condensed spiritual energy, but I ignored it, puhsing on. Surely these little things weren't what had torn through my body?The lone remaining bullet struck with little fervor, serving only to heighten my annoyance. In absorbing the attack, I’d discovered the “secret” element to the manner of my injury - this human needed time.
I would not give it to him.
My point of view allowed for easy tracking off the males brief bout of immense speed - I merely re-aligned myself in my decent, withholding the Grito I’d been prepared to fire. I would release it only when I was within range, and not a moment sooner. Rage powered me, but caution held my hand and cooled the fire burning within, sustaining it, but certainly not fueling it.
A mistake, at this stage in the game, was unaffordable.
The human spoke -
And a Sonido carried me forward the rest of the way, a Grito firing from my lips in the midst of his speech. My appearance was sudden and violent - one moment I'd been in mid-dive, and the next, I was before him, wings flared outward angrily, wailing the gloom of my existence. I cared little for what he had to say - why would I, when my own words had been neglected, marked as unworthy, and discarded with the trash.
No. Now, he would hear the sorrow in my hollow heart, and feel the pain of my mighty wing clipping his head. The strike was fleeting and haphazard, intended more as a sign of disrespect… and a challenge, of sorts.
This human had beaten me, despite my hatred of his cowardice… I lacked the necessary skill to do away with him in the now - his weapon was too difficult to combat, especially now that I‘d sustained such a serious injury. That sentiment reverberated throughout my mind as I ascended back into the air, fighting the air to push myself high into the heavens. I would retreat for now, pushing myself to the limits of my speed to arc into the highest reaches of the horizon.
All the while the woman remained in the back of my thoughts, my paranioa never quite leaving me be. Her face had been seared into my memory - I would forever remember the woman who'd aided in my defeat, however unwittingly.
And I would never forget.
[ … exit ]
Grito used
2|5 Sonido
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Post by Hikari on Jun 15, 2009 7:00:34 GMT 1
Watching from the shadow of the bridge, there was little she could do to combat the injured hollow from this distance. She could attempt a kido spell; but she would run the risk of hitting her partner instead. The shinigami could only watch as the soul bastardization dive bombed the Quincy, but she gathered reiatsu in her hand incase she needed to cast a kido spell at the last minute.
As the hollow plummeted, he let out a familiar screech directed at her partner followed by a burst of speed to carry him closer. She was injured and mentally exhausted from her encounter, so she figured it was best to return to the soul society to recover. She knew the gunslinger could handle himself, especially with their enemy wounded by the large spiritual blast.
Beneath the bridge, the Shinigami summoned forth a mystical door back to her home world, stepping through the portal and back to the soul society. She would be back to check on the boy later and be fully prepared to kill her winged adversary should the opportunity arise once more.
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Post by Konsuijo-Tai on Jun 15, 2009 21:58:18 GMT 1
Though he managed to escape the vicinity of the Hollow at first, afterwards he was assaulted by the horrible wail it let out. It was quick, too quick for him to react. It left him disoriented for a minute, though in his own dizzy haze he swayed to and fro, narrowly dodging the Hollow's attempt at a challenge.
A small duration of time had passed before he finally came back to his normal senses, though there was not a trace left of the Hollow.
"Damn. . "
Dusting himself off he walked off toward his apartment once again. It had almost seemed as if in the last couple of days Karakura had become teeming with Hollow. Odd.
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