Post by Takuya on Dec 26, 2009 23:44:00 GMT 1
Name: Takuya.
Profile: Taku.
Rank Requested: 4.
Additions: +2 Shunpo. +3 Spell Points.
Threads: Christmas Rank Up; Required History Below...
It had been a while since Rika Takuya had taken a trip to himself. It had been far too long, in fact. He decided that he needed training, and training he would get. He took his leave from the Gotei Thirteen; nine days, in full. He headed off deep into the depths of the Dead World. He plunged into the Border Forest, even further past it all, away from the patrols of Shinigami, of all the weak Hollows who penetrated the forest. He needed more to train; he needed more strength to fight what was to come. His recent experiences fighting against Rescuezo had convinced him of that.
He went alone, only with his sword to keep him comfort and the clothes he wore on his back. He went deeper than he’d ever been into the world; he’d punctured the barrier, crossed the invisible line of decency that kept the two races separate. It was only fair, he imagined, since Rescuezo had managed to enter the Seireitei. He braved the white sands, the crystal moon, the endless hot and cold of the quartz desert… He entered Hueco Mundo, and therein found the training he was seeking. He found it by the truckload, packed into the bodies of willing, deathless Hollows.
So he fought. He dove into the fray, his nameless zanpaktou speaking to him only in whispers. Fragments of the name came to him, images at a flash. A lock of ebony hair, a squall of snow settling over the red of the gate, a flick of white fabric. All the while, sounds came to him from the edges of his consciousness… Fu...no… Ki… Sounds that filled his brain, held his mind in the palm of its hand and filled him with a great sense of foreboding and power. He knew, without a doubt, that the fragments of the name of his zanpaktou were trying desperately to break through the barriers, to ring in his ears.
Dozens of Hollows feel under the might of his blade, under the commanding voice of his Kido incantations. Rilzervang, Blackvine, Drascruga, all of them powerful Hollows that fell beneath his blade. Some of them even approached the strength of the mighty Menos Grande. They left him with a fresh wound on his left cheek, a curious ‘x’-shaped wound formed by Blackvine’s unique claws. No doubt in the future it would scar. When he returned, he had one thought set firmly in his mind. Tsuki… The moon. He had managed to glean a single word from his zanpaktou, a single piece of information about it’s nature. Tsuki, the moon…
Profile: Taku.
Rank Requested: 4.
Additions: +2 Shunpo. +3 Spell Points.
Threads: Christmas Rank Up; Required History Below...
It had been a while since Rika Takuya had taken a trip to himself. It had been far too long, in fact. He decided that he needed training, and training he would get. He took his leave from the Gotei Thirteen; nine days, in full. He headed off deep into the depths of the Dead World. He plunged into the Border Forest, even further past it all, away from the patrols of Shinigami, of all the weak Hollows who penetrated the forest. He needed more to train; he needed more strength to fight what was to come. His recent experiences fighting against Rescuezo had convinced him of that.
He went alone, only with his sword to keep him comfort and the clothes he wore on his back. He went deeper than he’d ever been into the world; he’d punctured the barrier, crossed the invisible line of decency that kept the two races separate. It was only fair, he imagined, since Rescuezo had managed to enter the Seireitei. He braved the white sands, the crystal moon, the endless hot and cold of the quartz desert… He entered Hueco Mundo, and therein found the training he was seeking. He found it by the truckload, packed into the bodies of willing, deathless Hollows.
So he fought. He dove into the fray, his nameless zanpaktou speaking to him only in whispers. Fragments of the name came to him, images at a flash. A lock of ebony hair, a squall of snow settling over the red of the gate, a flick of white fabric. All the while, sounds came to him from the edges of his consciousness… Fu...no… Ki… Sounds that filled his brain, held his mind in the palm of its hand and filled him with a great sense of foreboding and power. He knew, without a doubt, that the fragments of the name of his zanpaktou were trying desperately to break through the barriers, to ring in his ears.
Dozens of Hollows feel under the might of his blade, under the commanding voice of his Kido incantations. Rilzervang, Blackvine, Drascruga, all of them powerful Hollows that fell beneath his blade. Some of them even approached the strength of the mighty Menos Grande. They left him with a fresh wound on his left cheek, a curious ‘x’-shaped wound formed by Blackvine’s unique claws. No doubt in the future it would scar. When he returned, he had one thought set firmly in his mind. Tsuki… The moon. He had managed to glean a single word from his zanpaktou, a single piece of information about it’s nature. Tsuki, the moon…
