^ ya know you might get done for that post, excessive font size and all that jazz *nods*
get you're skinny *** on msn, btw you're now my hubby as Senny is technically taken
I've sent you her personality, unfortunatly she doesn't really have one, as in she's quite monotone and you get the impression she really isn't all quite there, bit like Paranoid Andriod Marvin and the Mad Hatter mixed together.
I guarentee chapter 1 will be up by tommorow. hopefully[/s]im lieing[/s][/s]noseriously[/s][/s]probablyonfriday[/s]. yeeep. Tommorow.
Epic Tag Fail.
If you could have a pokemon as a zanpaktou spirit, which one would you choose?
Dialga or Palkia, obviously. Maybe some fusion of the 2 (Dialkia). Though when I use my Black Hole attack, Giratina probably has to be thrown in there...
Originally Posted by Eon Master
A very well veiled comparison to Kisuke Urahara. Nicely done.
*facepalm*
And to think, Urahara was originally the reason why I joined the 12th Squad in the first place.
Originally Posted by Eon Master
Because he's a living computer :P
You don't know how often I get that.
Originally Posted by Eon Master
*hands ILP a trophy engraved with the words 'Understatement of the Year Award'* No freaking kidding.
*Takes* I'd like to thank NL for writing that scene and making me say that.
Originally Posted by Eon Master
I could see it being either seeing as Ant is a perv in MC's fic.
waitwhat
Originally Posted by MasterCharizard15
Spoiler:- Chapter 1: Revenge and Rebirth: Part 3:
~Darkness consumes the soul, leaving nothing but a numb and bitter shell in the end.~
Hate
It was midnight, it was a full moon and wind blew with a chilling gentle softness. A man covered by a robe, holding a long staff with spikes, wiated near the eastern gate to the Seiretei. He tapped his left foot in impatientence, kicking up dirt on ground he looked around, becoming irrated and grinding his teeth at every minute that passed.
"Lord Sora..." said a soft voice.
"Its about time you got here you slacker"!
A girl, looking to be around 16, appeared next to Sora, her long golden hair flowing in the wind.
"I had to hide from Shinigami, some who thought they were Ninja. NINJA LORD SORA"! she said upset and struggling to catch her breathe.
"SILENCE! I don't care about your pathetic excuses! Did you find the four keys"? Sora asked angerily, shaking his Staff at the girl.
"I spent the last three days running, hiding and raiding the Seiretei and only found blackmail material"! she shouted out in outrage.
"Hikari, Gendo and Anon blessed you with the power to make you dream come true, yet you seem to be ungreatful, is your incompentence spit in their faces"? Sora asked Hikari with a hateful glare.
"No..." Hikari manged to say in a weak voice.
The midnight wind blew almost quietly aginst the pitchblack robes Hikari and Sora were wearing, the two glanced at the gate once more before spliting up into different directions, Hikari moving north while Sora moved west.
-
Thirteen powerful figures stood by each other in a meeting room. The air was full of tension, each person stare could burn a hole in steel. Each of their Captain's Haoris were covered in blood. The Captain Commander sat between the the two rows of Capatins, the 2nd, 4th, 6th, 8th , 10th and 12th Captains standing to his right, the 3rd, 5th, 7th, 9th, 11th and 13th Captains to his left.
"It seems that our battle on Sokyoku Hill went on noticed." The Captain Commander said with a sadistic look of enjoyment.
"Well we did use teamwork and all..." The Squad Eight Captain said in a bored tone.
"We hit them with all our Bankai's combined! They couldn't have possibly surived that onslaught. Even if by some miracle they did, they can't possible come back here." The Squad Three Captain said excitedly.
"Well you seem hyper active." said the Squad Five Captain, amused.
"Its a full moon tonight, I expected as much..." The Squad Twelve Captain, in a passive tone.
"Soon Anon will attack, you all know what to do, correct"? The Captain Commander asked.
" Yes." All the Captains replied in unision.
-
Four bodies were bleeding to death on top of Sokyoku Hill, most of their bodies were covered by a Captain's Haori.
"OH NO! Someone get Squad Four here A soon as possible"! yelled an unfamilar voice.
The bodies tried moving, but only managed to get cold and rocky dirt in their wounds, they each passed out with the last thing they saw, dirt.
-
Five bodies were bleeding in a park, they layed there, unable to even speak. With their vison slowly fading away into the darkness, they only saw person, after person after person walk past them, as if they couldn't even see them.
As the last of them blacked out, they saw the oddest thing, orange spikes, but before they could even process what it was, they saw nothing but black.
-
Five bodies bleed to near death in a dessert at night. The sand made their wounds burn ans sting while the coldness made their bodys that were in shock, be even more numb than they were before. They saw nothing but sand, darkness and a castle like buliding in the distance...
Well, not a whole lot to talk about. I'm glad that we now have some more names. I also just realised that we now have 13 Captains, so whoever's bleeding... Hmm....
Originally Posted by ~.:Northern Lights:.~
OH, guys, if it isn't too much trouble i need you guys to give me a description of what your inner worlds look like. I'll pick a few to use in coming up chapters, but i can't progress far until i have them =]
Ooh... this should be interesting...
It's basically a large dark dome on top of an infinitely long space. We (me and Mugen Utsuro) are inside the dome. If you look very carefully, you can see that a ton of wires come from out of the dome and spand infinitely long.
In the centre of inside the dome, on the ground, there is a hole, about the size of an adult (which is pretty big for me). I don't know how deep it goes, but it seems like it goes on forever.
Also you can walk on the dome (and be upside down 8D)
YOU JUST LOST THE GAME!
Click HERE to be rickrolled... c'mon, you know you want to.
Spoiler:- I HAVE DEFIED ALL MATHS AND LOGIC!:
A = B
A^2 = AB
A^2 - B^2 = AB - B^2
(A + B)(A - B) = B(A - B)
(A + B) = B
A + B = B
B + B = B
2B = B 2 = 1
If you could have a pokemon as a zanpaktou spirit, which one would you choose?
Umbreon. Why? Because it embodies the moon. It's a reflection of the brightly shinging sun, giving light and hope to those in the darkness. And Umbreon dwells among that same darkness, so it knows the horror those who live in it feel.
It's inspirational, in a slightly creepy way :P
Originally Posted by I like Pokemon (...)
If you could have a pokemon as a zanpaktou spirit, which one would you choose?
Dialga or Palkia, obviously. Maybe some fusion of the 2 (Dialkia). Though when I use my Black Hole attack, Giratina probably has to be thrown in there...
Giratina would probably cover for all of it, really... If you think about how the Distortion World is, it's really messed up in the Time/Space department.
*facepalm*
And to think, Urahara was originally the reason why I joined the 12th Squad in the first place.
Haha
You don't know how often I get that.
I meant in the fic. You don't act like a living computer, at least not on here. :P
*Takes* I'd like to thank NL for writing that scene and making me say that.
Lol.
waitwhat
MC's comedy fic? Your chapter was entitled "Now We Have the Pervy Nerd... I mean Ant..."
Yeah...
Also you can walk on the dome (and be upside down 8D)
I'd probably fall off and end up stuck somewhere in hammer space XD
Originally Posted by ~.:Northern Lights:.~
OH, guys, if it isn't too much trouble i need you guys to give me a description of what your inner worlds look like. I'll pick a few to use in coming up chapters, but i can't progress far until i have them =]
Gladly, I love this one.
Mine is a mountain-top view, the peaks all covered in snow. The sky is constantly covered with bluish-grey clouds, and there's always snow falling. The peculiar thing is, the snow never sticks, it touches the ground but the snow doesn't get any deeper. The ammount of snow is entirely dependent on how stressed I am, when I'm stressed it gets deeper and when I'm relaxed it gets thinner. The clouds also sometimes crackle with dark blue lightning. There's always a bit of a chilly breeze, and that never changes. If you fall/jump off the mountain, you fall for about twenty feet and then it flips so that you're falling up rather than crashing. It's actually quite fun if you're bored.
Hopefully that works for you. Anything I missed?
EDIT: NEW CHAPTER UP!
This Chapter showcases what I'm best at when it comes to writing. Battle/fight scenes. 11 Pages worth of typing on MS Word, three days of total frusturation, and lots of effort went into writing this. Most battle chapters will follow a trend of being longer and the non-battle chapters will be shorter.
Anyway, enough of listening to me ramble on. After all, you just want to read the story, right?
Spoiler:- Chapter 1: Eye of the Hurricane:
The pale-skinned killer stepped fully out of the Garganta he had opened. “I have returned, milord,” he announced, striding forward into the room.
The space was dark, and even with his excellent night vision, the man was only able to see a few feet in front of him. As he continued forward into the room, he spotted the throne his master was seated upon. His arm rested on one of the throne’s arms, his head sitting on his hand. A burgundy skull mask, with two white lines tracing down from the forehead to the chin through the eyes, adorned his face. His hair was stark white, the color of fresh paper, and it was somewhat messy and unkempt. The mask disturbed the killer greatly, not only did it remind him of the boy’s mask, but he could not see his master’s eyes from behind it, so he was unable to read anything about the man from his eyes.
“Welcome back, Ulquiorra.” the killer’s lord said, his voice flat and bored. “Have you planted the bait?”
“Yes sir,” the former Curato Espada said with a nod. “They’ll fall for it and send several of their best away, leaving us free to attack.”
“Perfect,” he said with an air of smug satisfaction. “Well done. You’re dismissed.”
Ulquiorra nodded, but hesitated with leaving. “Sir?” he asked tentatively. “Why do you wear that mask?”
“Does it make you uncomfortable?” the seated man asked. Ulquiorra shook his head frantically, but apparently his leader wasn’t fooled, he chuckled at the reaction. “Relax. So long as you’re with me, you cannot lose. Even if you did, I could simply revive you as I did before. The Soul Society has absolutely zero chance of winning. It’s already a foregone conclusion.” Then the teeth of his mask stretched into something resembling a grin. “Trust me.”
Ulquiorra was at once shocked and settled by the statement. “Thank you for the explanation, milord,” he replied, bowing before swiftly exiting the chamber through a side door. As he strode down the hallway, his thoughts drifted around the man’s identity. He’s not Aizen. Aizen never told anyone to trust him. He can’t be Jin Kariya, he’s part of our group now. Nor is he any Shinigami of the former Gotei 13. I can only think of one person who fits. But it’s impossible. He would never ally himself with all of his former enemies. Especially me, or the other Espada. There’s also no way in hell he has the brain power to come up with a plan this elaborate. He shook his head with uncharacteristic frustration. I haven’t felt this annoyed since I couldn’t get that boy to fear me. This is ridiculous; I’m getting worked up over something so pointless.
A tiny, almost imperceptible shiver coursed through his mind, alerting Ulquiorra to the fact that his master was trying to contact him telepathically. Sir?
Slight change in plans, Ulquiorra. Please inform Jin Kariya to attack the Soul Society as soon as possible.
What will that accomplish? He won’t be able to kill more than a single Captain.
Remember the goal of your original assignment, splitting up the Seireitei’s Captain-class officers? Kariya’s presence will confuse them in many ways, splitting them off in more directions. They’ll become easy pickings.
Ulquiorra nodded, seeing the logic of his plan. Very well, sir. He strode further down the hall, disappearing into the blackness of the corridor entirely.
***
Captain Seijuro Arashi knelt before the butchered bodies of his subordinates, praying silently. He’d always been surrounded by an excess of carnage in his life, having been born and surviving as a child in the killing fields of District 66. As a Shinigami Captain, he’d fought and killed more times than he could reasonably count. But something like this, a slaughter so horrible that the victims’ bodies were mangled and mutilated beyond recognition, indistinguishable from one another, was something that sickened even him. Even Ryuu Schifa, the emotionless Captain Computer, would probably be sick at something like this.
After a few more seconds of smelling the now drying blood, he opened his eyes and stood, turning his gaze to the sunlight barely peeking over the horizon. The morning breeze whispered softly through his spiky black bangs, and ruffled his white Captain’s haori. His Zanpaktou, a giant six-foot long tachi, was strapped solidly across his back, the hilt resting just over his right shoulder. He closed his cobalt blue eyes again, letting the feel of the killer’s lingering reiatsu to envelop him. Feels like a cross between Shinigami and Hollow reiatsu, he mused. Are there still Arrancars left besides our allies in Hueco Mundo?
“Hey Cap’n,” a voice called from behind him. Seijuro turned, noting his Lieutenant, Cameron Blue, trotting up the alley behind him. His blue hair and eyes almost glowed in the approaching twilight, and his robes were rumpled, as though they had been thrown on at a moment’s notice. His Zanpaktou was strapped across his back like his Captain’s, although his wasn’t quite as large. “Didja find anything?”
Seijuro nodded thoughtfully. “Some reiatsu that felt like an Arrancar’s.” He glanced at the bodies of his men again, sighing sadly. “The fact that the attacker probably used their bare hands supports that.”
“Whoa, whoa, wait a sec,” Cameron yelped, waving his hands wildly. “I thought that all the remaining Arrancars were on our side?”
“Apparently not,” Seijuro replied with a shrug.
Cameron pursed his lips, annoyed. “Gah. It’s too frickin’ early in the mornin’ to figure out this crap,” he grumbled, rubbing the morning gunk from his eyes.
Seijuro chuckled. “C’mon sleepyhead,” he ribbed, stretching his back out. “We’ve got a report to file, then you can have your nap while I’m at the meeting.”
“Or I could just kill the both of you, then you would have eternal rest,” a rich tenor voice commented sarcastically from behind Seijuro.
The 7th Squad Captain turned coldly, expecting a prank from a fellow Shinigami. When he caught sight of the speaker, his heart skipped a beat.
The man was tall, not quite as tall as Seijuro himself, but still tall; his stiff silver hair was spiked above fiercely knitted brows. The man’s blood red eyes chilled Seijuro the bone, and his brown trenchcoat flapped lightly in the breeze.
Cameron’s hand immediately flew to his Zanpaktou’s hilt, noticing immediately that their adversary had no reiatsu signature. “Jin Kariya,” he breathed, putting the pieces together. All officers were well versed in their past enemies, so as to ensure no secrets would be kept among the Gotei 13.
“Impossible,” Seijuro stated flatly, although he had come to the same conclusion his Lieutenant had. “Jin Kariya was killed over 70 years ago by Ichigo Kurosaki. It’s impossible for him to be here now. The Bounts are removed from the cycle of rebirth, so he couldn’t have been reborn in the Soul Society either.”
Kariya chuckled. “You would be correct, Captain,” he said dramatically. “But I have been reborn, separate from the cycle of rebirth. I am Jin Kariya, in the flesh.”
Cameron gnashed his teeth at the Bount. “Start makin’ sense!” he growled. “How’d ya-“
“Cameron,” Seijuro interjected. “Please go report this to the Head Captain. I’ll take this battle somewhere else.”
“No way in hell!” Cameron spat. “I want in on this action!”
Seijuro turned sternly to his insubordinate Lieutenant. “That’s an order,” he snapped. Cameron frowned, and Seijuro let up slightly after a few seconds. “After you report this, you come back me up.”
The blue haired kid scowled, but nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Seijuro faced back towards Kariya, waiting until his Lieutenant had Flash Stepped some distance towards Squad 1 before speaking. “Follow me.”
He flashed away in the direction of Sokyoku Hill, aiming for the forest beneath the massive executioner’s blade. He glanced back, noting that Kariya barely appeared to be moving, yet he was still managing to keep up with him. So he’s definitely faster than me. Normally that’s an advantage, but not in this case. Crap. Now I’ve got to be as offensive as possible and hope I can somehow beat him without my Shikai. This is going to suck.
A few hundred steps later, the two of them slid to a stop in a wooded clearing in the shadow beneath the towering cliff. They stared one another down for a few seconds before Kariya broke the silence. “That was a rather leisurely stroll, Captain,” he noted snidely. “You don’t seem to like exerting yourself.”
“That’s not it,” Seijuro said, drawing his Zanpaktou slowly, swinging it lightly to adjust his arm to its weight once it was free of the sheath. “I was just confirming something.”
Kariya raised an eyebrow at the statement. “And what might that be?”
“You’ll just have to come at me and find out,” Seijuro shot back with a smirk. He settled into a defensive stance, his weight shifted back and his sword pointing out to his side with the tip slightly up.
Kariya’s face remained impassive at the jibe, and he removed his hands from the pockets of his jacket. The breeze between them blew a stray leaf across the field, and in the instant it passed in front of them, Kariya made his move.
He vanished into a blur of motion, seemingly erased from existence. Seijuro’s tachi spun in his grip, pointing backwards as he swung the blade into a sweeping arc behind him. Kariya flashed back into existence behind Seijuro, his arm thrusting towards the Squad 7 emblem on his back. A flash of silver caught his attention, and his eyes turned a fraction, the blade only inches from gouging them out of his head.
As the Bount hurled himself onto the ground to avoid the giant sword, Seijuro spun around and slammed a full-force kick into his stomach, throwing him across the clearing. The 7th Squad Captain chased after Kariya, slashing at the ground while Kariya frantically rolled away to escape his reach. He flashed aside once there were a few inches between him and the blade, receiving a small nick on his trenchcoat. He leapt into the morning sky, enveloping his arms in blades of air, before hurling three wind slashes at Seijuro.
“Damn,” Seijuro muttered, throwing himself out of the path of the first wind blade, somersaulting to his right to avoid the second. He came up in a crouch, cleaving the third in half with his sword before leaping into the air. He whipped a wide right slash at Kariya, forcing him to cover his arm in wind blades to block. Seijuro smirked and threw a left hook at Kariya’s head, which the Bount also managed to block. The two stood at a deadlock, pitting power against power until Seijuro made an unexpected attack. “Hadou 31: Shakkahou!”
A blast of red flame burst from Seijuro’s left palm, searing into the side of Kariya’s head and throwing its caster back. Seijuro flipped over, landing and skidding back before gazing up at the cloud of shifting smoke above him. He noticed the smoke swirling and grimaced, knowing his prediction had been correct. The black cloud tarnishing the sky blew away almost instantly, revealing Kariya unharmed, enveloped in a cocoon of spiraling winds.
“Blocked it, huh?” he said, coming out of his crouch and dusting his robes off with his free hand. “That wind shield is pretty sturdy.”
“Nothing you have currently will penetrate it,” Kariya boasted, glaring down at his easygoing opponent. “Why not release your sword, Captain? It’ll at least make this fight a little more interesting.”
“There’s no point,” Seijuro proclaimed, grinning up at Kariya with false confidence. “If you want this fight to be more interesting, then stop holding back. You’re not even trying.”
Kariya twitched at the accusation. “You seriously believe that I need my full power to kill you?” he asked harshly.
“You assume that you’re stronger than me on the basis of some half-assed observations with no facts to back them up. I’ve used little or no power, and yet you think that just because I know how to hold back, you can kill me,” Seijuro corrected him, hefting his Zanpaktou up and resting the back on his shoulder. “You’re an arrogant little *******, aren’t you?”
A vein pulsed in Kariya’s temple at the insult, and he clenched his hands into fists, the wind around him swirling more fiercely in response. “Fine then. I’ll obliterate you so that not a single scrap of your body is left.” He flapped his arm out to his side, a roaring gale erupting around his arm. “Windestanz!” he howled, flinging the spiraling tornado at Seijuro.
“That’s better,” Seijuro admitted smugly, spinning his sword around the outside of his wrist. “Hadou 58: Tenran!” he snarled, blasting a spiraling funnel of air into the tornado. Both attacks meshed and clashed, expanding into a vortex that ravaged the entire clearing, crushing and slicing trees into kindling as it raged.
Both combatants charged, meeting at the middle of the vortex, blowing it out into a shockwave that decimated the surrounding area, deadlocked in the eye of the storm.
***
Cameron Blue had never moved so fast in his life. He had used over 400 shunpou as he raced towards the Squad 1 barracks, and he had no intention of stopping for anything.
Not even for the brick wall that lay in his path.
“INCOMING!” he shouted, trying to alert anyone on the other side of the wall as he smashed bodily through it.
“Eh? Wh-OOF!” a voice grunted as Cameron plowed into him, both of them crashing to the ground in a heap.
Cameron muttered an apology before trying to run off again, but the speaker grabbed his ankle and he fell flat on his face. “Dammit, lemee go!” he cried, thrashing wildly in an attempt to free himself.
“Bakudou 4: Hainawa,” his assailant murmured, binding Cameron’s arms and legs with a glowing rope of yellow energy. Cameron rolled onto his back, finding himself looking up at Squad 4 Lieutenant Mizuhashi Akira, or Arc for short. His features were calm and composed, but his crystal blue eyes glared mental death down at Cameron. His hair was white with tiny flecks of silver, almost mirroring the color of morning mist, and it flowed freely down his back. “Where’s the fire, Cameron?” he asked jokingly, his eyes still harsh.
“My Captain’s fightin’, Arc!” the immobilized Lieutenant howled. “I gotta report it so he gets some backup!”
Arc frowned, glancing in the direction of the Cameron-shaped hole in the wall. “I don’t sense any elevated reiatsu from him,” he murmured. Not that that’s any surprise, he doesn’t show a Captain-class reiatsu signature anyway. “And I don’t sense any sort of opponent that he’s fighting, either.”
Arc looked up, watching the huge tornado that rose from the woods beneath the Sokyoku. “Oh my,” he gasped, his eyes widening. “How did I miss that?”
“’Cause yer’ an idiot! Cut me loose, dammit!” Cameron demanded.
Arc turned and stuck his tongue out at him. “No way. You can sit here quietly while I go and report this.”
“Not happening,” a deep, commanding voice interjected, cutting off Cameron’s angry retort. A muscular black Shinigami stepped around the corner, his Captain’s robes flapping as he walked. “You’re going with me Arc, we’re backing up Captain Arashi.”
Arc pursed his lips crossly. “Are you sure about this, Captain Infernou?” he asked pointedly. “Neither of us works very well with Captain Arashi, nor can we really work together. We may end up simply clashing with one another.”
Jordan knelt down, severing the bakudou on Cameron with his bare hands. “Seijuro’s pitted himself against a wind type, Arc. He’ll be in over his head, I’m sure. Whether or not we work well together is a moot point, what matters is that he needs backup, and he needs it now.”
Arc had no idea why Seijuro going up against a wind type was such a bad thing, but he wasn’t about to question Jordan’s sanity. “Alright, I’ll go,” he replied with a shrug.
“Whaddya want me t’do?” Cameron asked excitedly, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet.
“You continue on to Squad 1 and inform the Head Captain,” Jordan ordered flatly.
“Aww, that’s no fun,” Cameron complained. “I wanna kill something!”
Jordan and Arc shot simultaneous death glares in his direction, so he shrank back. “Fine… still boring…”
All three of them Flash Stepped off, vanishing in an instant of time.
***
Seijuro spun through the dust cloud, slashing at Kariya’s head with his Zanpaktou. The Bount deflected it across his body, pushing the tip into the ground by pressing his hand into the back of the sword. He kicked at Seijuro’s side, but the Captain slammed a spirit energy filled palm into his adversary’s leg, blocking and neutralizing the wind-enhanced blow. “Bakudou 39: Enkosen,” he called out, generating a glowing orange shield between them, which stymied any further attacks.
They broke away from each other as the shield dissipated, and wind encircled Kariya’s hands again. “Wind Licht Schneide,” he shouted, tossing several slashes of air at Seijuro. The massive Shinigami leapt into the sky with shunpou, doding the blades as they tore up the ground beneath him. He streaked down, bringing his sword in a vertical slash, intending to cleave Kariya in two. The Bount sidestepped nonchalantly, the blade slicing through the ground and cracking it. He spun, ramming another wind-enhanced kick into Seijuro’s back, throwing him several feet across the ground in a tumbling spin, whipping up a cloud of dust as he flew. Kariya stood upright, watching the dust cloud for any sign of movement. A blade swung through the haze and blew it aside, revealing Seijuro, completely uninjured, his body glowing with blue light.
“Reiatsu Armor,” he told the shocked Bount. “This isn’t your first encounter with it, so don’t act so surprised.”
Kariya scowled, recognizing the technique from his battles with Ichigo over 70 years prior. Seijuro smirked at his mounting annoyance, deciding to throw another taunt his way. “To steal your earlier phrase, ‘nothing you have currently will penetrate it.’ If you want to beat me, you’ll need your doll.”
Kariya gnashed his teeth, the last of his usually calm demeanor falling away to his temper. “Fine then,” he snarled ferociously, raising his hand to point at the sky. Black clouds, stormy and powerful, began to blanket the sky above them. “Zeige dich, Messer!"
Well, these next few minutes determine whether I live or die. His wind powered Messer is the most powerful weapon he has against me, and if I can’t force him up to using his lightning attacks, I’m screwed. I just have to piss him off enough, then I’ll be home free.
A funnel of wind slowly detached itself from the cloud, encasing Kariya’s arm. Gradually, a metallic sheen took hold, and the air dissipated to reveal a large peta sword covering most of his hand and wrist, a swirling drill made of air sprouting from its tip. He glared back up at Seijuro, extreme fury etched across his features. “You die.”
Kariya flew in and was almost instantly in front of Seijuro. The Captain tried to dodge, flashing to his right and blocking with his sword, but even he was unprepared for the power and range of the swing. His blood flew through the air as he was thrown across the ground, Kariya’s victorious laugh ringing in his ears.
***
Jordan and Arc raced towards the Sokyoku with shunpou, after what seemed like an eternity they were still only halfway there. Arc glanced at his superior officer, a question forming in his head. “Captain Infernou, what did you mean when you said that Captain Arashi would be in trouble against a wind type? Is he allergic to fast moving air or something?”
Jordan almost fell out of shunpou at the odd question. “How could he be allergic to… never mind,” he muttered, before sighing. “Seijuro was my 3rd seat for about a month before he became a Captain. I know his Shikai’s powers, and they’re completely useless against Wind types.”
Arc’s eyes widened, realizing how bad this was. “Completely useless?!” he yelped in shock. “What about his Bankai?”
Jordan shook his head. “I don’t even know if he has a Bankai,” he admitted, sounding frustrated. “If he does, I’ve never seen it, nor do I think he’d use it. He doesn’t like using his Shikai where anyone else could get hurt, because if he’s not careful or loses control, he could accidentally kill everyone. If its powers make him hesitate that much, his Bankai is bound to be unusable, at least to his mind.”
Arc nodded thoughtfully, glancing ahead to make sure he wasn’t going to pull a Cameron and crash into anything. What he saw was the black clouds, the air spiraling down in a funnel. A very urgent synapse fired in his brain at the sight. “That’s Messer’s doll summoning!” he gasped in shocked realization. “Is he fighting Jin Kariya?!”
“Crap,” Jordan muttered. “We’d better hurry.”
***
Blood spurted from Seijuro’s left arm, blanketing the shattered earth in a carpet of crimson. “Shit…” he hissed painfully, examining the injury. An entire chunk of his arm seemed to have been sliced off, a white shard of bone visible through the mangled flesh. Right through my Reiatsu Armor. Damn, now I have to wrap this up before I bleed out.
He turned his attention back to Kariya, just in time to watch the furious Bount begin flinging air slashes at him. He stabbed his sword into the ground and brought up his good hand, crackling blue lightning building in his palm. “Hadou 88: Hirugekizokushintenraiho!”
The spell’s name was so overly long that the first air slash had almost reached him by the time the blast fired, but it was just enough. The huge lightning cannon roared towards Kariya, blasting right through all of the air slashes he had thrown. He remained unfazed, thrusting his doll’s air drill into the energy beam, shredding it slowly, inch by inch, forcing through the massively powerful Kidou.
Seijuro turned his palm up with two fingers facing Kariya, black lightning forming in his palm. “Hadou 90: Kurohitsugi,” he muttered, the outlines of a black box appearing around Kariya as the previous spell stopped. Black light encircled him, but the drill of air cleaved through the box, severing it and allowing Kariya to escape. The box collapsed in on itself, spraying black light everywhere. Seijuro grabbed the hilt of his sword, muttering a mixture of a Kidou incantation and several curse words, probably for losing control of the Kurohitsugi.
Kariya flashed down, pointing his wind blade at Seijuro’s crouching form. “Was that supposed to kill me?” he taunted.
"...scatter brightly and cleanly when fired, dammit."
“Eh?”
Seijuro’s head snapped up, his eyes boring into Kariya’s with murderous intent. Several balls of light formed around him, growing in intensity as the seconds crawled by. “Hadou 91: Senjuu Kouten Taihou!”
Kariya’s eyes widened and his face paled as he frantically tried to block the onslaught of the 91st Kidou, but there was no defense possible against 100 projectiles that moved at the speed of light. The massive barrage of light bullets slammed into him, each one carrying enough force to level a building, hurling him back over 100 feet into the woods.
Seijuro leaned on his Zanpaktou, trying to use it to stand. His lungs sucked in air greedily, as though he had been drowning in the sweat that now drenched his body. I overdid it. Normally, using high-level Kidou like that would be no problem, but not three of them, consecutively increasing in power, with two lacking the chant. He peered into the woods, hoping that the clearing smoke would reveal Kariya’s dead body. I can still release my Zanpaktou, but I’ll be lucky to hit him with it now. And that’s if he uses his lightning attacks. If that’s not the end of him, it’ll be the end of me.
“Can I assume that was your best shot, then?” Kariya’s voice asked politely through the cloud. Seijuro’s eyes widened as he stepped back into the now ravaged clearing. His shirt was in tatters and his chest bloody, but it was slowly starting to heal as he absorbed particles from the air.
Seijuro smacked his forehead with his palm for forgetting. “Stupid reishi absorption,” he groaned. I forgot about that thanks to him not being able to use it in the video file of him vs. Ichigo Kurosaki. Stupid oversight on my part.
Kariya smirked, anticipating victory. “Correct. Now, as congratulations for defeating me, I’ll finish you off with my ultimate power.” Air swirled in tight currents around his blade, clashing and scraping together. The air current eventually bred sparks, which formed into a full-out blade of lightning.
Seijuro chuckled in disbelief. There’s a sight for sore eyes. It may be too little, too late, though. I’m nearly spent. “And I’ll reward you for pushing me this far by showing you my Shikai,” he told Kariya, spinning his sword around until it pointed straight down. “Ravage, Garou.”
A blue beam of light emanated from his sword, at once reaching for the sky and burrowing into the ground. The light around the sword expanded, then faded, revealing a black and sliver kodachi clutched in his grip. He pointed the blade at Kariya, challenging him to one last clash.
Kariya hurled a lightning bolt at Seijuro, but the confident Shinigami never moved a finger, letting the blast wash over him. From Kariya’s point of view, it seemed as though the lightning vanished as soon as it reached him. How did he-
Seijuro blurred forward, slashing harshly at Kariya, his blade swooping in a downward arc towards his right shoulder. Kariya intercepted the blade with his own, but to his mortal shock, the lightning was split clean in half, dissipating and crackling along the length of his opponent’s sword. The kodachi stabbed into his shoulder, and their eyes met as Seijuro gave the fateful command. “Hekihoukou.”
A snarling howl echoed as a huge energy blast erupted from Garou’s tip, blasting through Kariya’s innards and ripping off his right shoulder entirely. His body became enveloped in light and he was blasted backwards, ripping up the dirt and eventually slamming to a halt against a large stone, some forty feet away.
Seijuro’s feet touched the ground softly, his now blood-soaked robes settling around him for the first time in what felt like hours. He sighed so heavily it seemed like a physical weight had just been lifted from his shoulders. “Thaaat was a pain in the ***,” he grumbled, stalking over to where Kariya’s body lay. “You gave me way too much trouble.”
Kariya didn’t know what annoyed him more, being defeated without any saving grace by some random Captain’s Shikai, or said Captain’s inexplicable personality change. “What… the hell… was that?” he coughed, missing half of his right lung being a definite impediment to his ability to speak or breathe.
“What, my Shikai?” Seijuro asked lazily, hefting the blade off of his shoulder. “Garou’s power is to absorb spiritual energy and matter or powers that are created from spiritual energy, then break it down and purify it to maximum strength. It also has the ability to use that energy as a weapon by releasing it or strengthening my attacks with it.” He smiled tiredly at Kariya’s dumbfounded expression. “That’s why I never used it against your wind attacks, there was no point in wasting my reiatsu unnecessarily. The only technique it would do any good against was your lightning.”
The full meaning of the statement hit Kariya even harder than the Hekihoukou had. “So…” he gasped, unable to form his thoughts into a coherent sentence.
“That’s right. I was egging you on the whole time to get you to use your lightning attacks before they were necessary. I knew I had to piss you off, so I adopted the personality of the most obnoxious jerk I know. Worked like a charm.” Seijuro stabbed his Zanpaktou into the ground again, pointing two fingers at his wounded arm. “Bakudou 4: Hainawa.”
The kidou rope extended and wrapped itself around his injured arm of its own accord. He grabbed the end with his teeth, pulling it into a tight knot, creating a makeshift tourniquet. “That should hold until I can get to Squad 4 for some medical help,” he muttered, before picking up his sword and glancing back at Kariya. “Later. I’m done here, and you’re done, period.”
Jin Kariya was beyond furious. He had never been humiliated so badly in his whole eternal life. So help him, he was going to take that sonofabitch Shinigami with him. “Where… the hell… do you think you’re going?” he ground out, spitting blood out of his mouth onto the ground. Seijuro turned, waiting for the rest of Kariya’s verbal attack. “You’re forgetting… one other detail… about my powers.”
Seijuro looked confused for a moment, the confusion slowly turning to realization as the Jokaishou on Kariya’s body began to glow, the light expanding and overtaking the Bount’s body.
“I will take you, and any Shinigami within miles of this place, to hell with me!” he screamed, the light beginning to expand, about to explode.
Seijuro, tired and beaten as he was, took the action any Captain would when things got desperate. “Bankai!” he roared, his reiatsu skyrocketing and sparks of cobalt lightning flew from his form. His blade grew and formed over his body, twisting and crafting itself into clawed gauntlets, boots, metallic veinns, a breastplate, and a hellhound battle helmet. “Rengarou Kuikorosu!”
He launched into the sky directly above the blast, and positioned his arms directly down at the expanding bomb of energy, ignoring the pain from his left bicep. “Seirei Soshaku,” he muttered, the energy siphoning into his sword claws just before the blast exploded outward.
The Jokaishou’s spirit energy was already in its purest form, so Seijuro could devote all of his focus and power to absorbing it. The explosion slammed into his armored form, pushing him back slowly, pain radiating up his injured arm. What… power… the Bakudou I placed on my arm won’t hold like this… gotta hurry… He struggled, pulling as much energy from the blast as he could manage, continuing to absorb it even as the obliterating light forced him still further into the sky. Gah… not fast enough… I’m not even halfway done yet, I can’t absorb it in time!
Just as he realized he would surely die, a pair of voices cut through his consciousness, bringing hope in his darkest hour.
“Bankai, Mokushi Iroriryuu!”
“Cherish, Tsukibana!”
Seijuro almost cried out for joy, both he and the Seireitei were saved. His friends had made it in time.
“Kuru Kaen!” Jordan roared fiercely, black flames bursting from the ornamental dragon’s head cannon covering his arm and the burning wings that protruded from his back. The flames covered the assailing blast, slowly weakening it and decreasing the size.
“Iyasu, Tsukibana!” Arc chanted, enveloping Seijuro in the water that was formed from the blade of his Zanpaktou. Seijuro felt his injuries slowly knitting and his energy replenishing, and gritted his teeth for the final push.
In a gargantuan effort, he ripped into the now considerably smaller ball of energy, his Bankai devouring it all and consuming the power, until none was left and his body glowed blue with energy. He faced the sky, unable to resist screaming one last, completely out-of-character, quip as he prepared to release the Hekihoukou.
“IMMA FIRIN MAH LAZ0R!”
The huge Burst Howl ripped from the jaws on his battle helmet, tearing upward into the sky, flying higher and higher as it dissipated, until it was nothing but a fading gleam above the clouds.
“Good…” he breathed, the armor of his Bankai cracking and shattering, disappearing into dust as the now victorious and exhausted 7th Squad Captain fell from the sky and landed bodily on the ground, nearly choking with trying to stuff more air into his already fit to burst lungs.
Jordan and Arc both powered down, sheathing their now sealed Zanpaktou. Arc was holding his sides from laughing too much at the randomness of Seijuro’s final quip, Jordan was merely chuckling. “That’s the first time I’ve ever see your Bankai, Seijuro,” the Captain of the pair admitted, holding out a hand for his friend to grab. “That’s some power.”
“You… have no… idea…” he panted, taking Jordan’s hand and sitting up. “That was a constant blast form, a really long one. Imagine if I packed it all into one burst.”
“I don’t think I want to find out what would happen then,” Arc said blandly, finally coming out of his giggle fit. He gave Seijuro’s arm an appraising look, judging the injury. “Did you not have enough reiatsu for it to start healing you?”
Seijuro glanced at the limb in question. “Nah, it was worse when it was fresh,” he replied with a shrug. “You could see bone through the hole.”
Arc sighed mentally, pulling out and releasing Tsukibana again to heal Seijuro’s arm. The water cocooned the injury, washing away the blood, pain, and most of the damage. The water eventually returned to blade form and the medic Lieutenant sheathed it once more. “I’ve healed most of the damage, but I think that Captain Yamada should have a look at it before I give a diagnosis,” he informed Seijuro.
The Squad 7 Captain nodded, standing with the help of his now sealed Zanpaktou. “Well, we’ve got a meeting to attend to, and I’m going to have a mountain of paperwork to do over this incident,” he muttered grumpily.
“That’s the least of our worries,” Captain Infernou replied frankly. “If you really fought Jin Kariya, then somebody brought him back to life.”
Seijuro shook his head. “I wish that was the long and short of our problems, but unfortunately, there are Arrancars involved too.” He continued elaborating in response to their questioning looks. “The one who massacred my Squad members was an Arrancar, by the feel of their reiatsu.”
“Brilliant,” Arc grunted. “Now we’ve really got to report this ASA-Now.”
Both Captains nodded in agreement, and they all Flash Stepped off, hoping to make it to Squad 1 as fast as possible.
Alright, it's finally posted. And just before I go to bed too. Hope you like it, I'll be looking forward to some critique when I get home from school tomorrow.
Last edited by Eon Master; 26th May 2010 at 3:34 AM.
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“Cameron,” Seijuro interjected. “Please go report this to the Head Captain. I’ll take this battle somewhere else.”
“No way in hell!” Cameron spat. “I want in on this action!”
Seijuro turned sternly to his insubordinate Lieutenant. “That’s an order,” he snapped. Cameron frowned, and Seijuro let up slightly after a few seconds. “After you report this, you come back me up.”
The blue haired kid scowled, but nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Seijuro faced back towards Kariya, waiting until his Lieutenant had Flash Stepped some distance towards Squad 1 before speaking. “Follow me.”
He flashed away in the direction of Sokyoku Hill, aiming for the forest beneath the massive executioner’s blade. He glanced back, noting that Kariya barely appeared to be moving, yet he was still managing to keep up with him. So he’s definitely faster than me. Normally that’s an advantage, but not in this case. Crap. Now I’ve got to be as offensive as possible and hope I can somehow beat him without my Shikai. This is going to suck.
A few hundred steps later, the two of them slid to a stop in a wooded clearing in the shadow beneath the towering cliff. They stared one another down for a few seconds before Kariya broke the silence. “That was a rather leisurely stroll, Captain,” he noted snidely. “You don’t seem to like exerting yourself.”
“That’s not it,” Seijuro said, drawing his Zanpaktou slowly, swinging it lightly to adjust his arm to its weight once it was free of the sheath. “I was just confirming something.”
Kariya raised an eyebrow at the statement. “And what might that be?”
“You’ll just have to come at me and find out,” Seijuro shot back with a smirk. He settled into a defensive stance, his weight shifted back and his sword pointing out to his side with the tip slightly up.
Kariya’s face remained impassive at the jibe, and he removed his hands from the pockets of his jacket. The breeze between them blew a stray leaf across the field, and in the instant it passed in front of them, Kariya made his move.
He vanished into a blur of motion, seemingly erased from existence. Seijuro’s tachi spun in his grip, pointing backwards as he swung the blade into a sweeping arc behind him. Kariya flashed back into existence behind Seijuro, his arm thrusting towards the Squad 7 emblem on his back. A flash of silver caught his attention, and his eyes turned a fraction, the blade only inches from gouging them out of his head.
As the Bount hurled himself onto the ground to avoid the giant sword, Seijuro spun around and slammed a full-force kick into his stomach, throwing him across the clearing. The 7th Squad Captain chased after Kariya, slashing at the ground while Kariya frantically rolled away to escape his reach. He flashed aside once there were a few inches between him and the blade, receiving a small nick on his trenchcoat. He leapt into the morning sky, enveloping his arms in blades of air, before hurling three wind slashes at Seijuro.
“Damn,” Seijuro muttered, throwing himself out of the path of the first wind blade, somersaulting to his right to avoid the second. He came up in a crouch, cleaving the third in half with his sword before leaping into the air. He whipped a wide right slash at Kariya, forcing him to cover his arm in wind blades to block. Seijuro smirked and threw a left hook at Kariya’s head, which the Bount also managed to block. The two stood at a deadlock, pitting power against power until Seijuro made an unexpected attack. “Hadou 31: Shakkahou!”
A blast of red flame burst from Seijuro’s left palm, searing into the side of Kariya’s head and throwing its caster back. Seijuro flipped over, landing and skidding back before gazing up at the cloud of shifting smoke above him. He noticed the smoke swirling and grimaced, knowing his prediction had been correct. The black cloud tarnishing the sky blew away almost instantly, revealing Kariya unharmed, enveloped in a cocoon of spiraling winds.
“Blocked it, huh?” he said, coming out of his crouch and dusting his robes off with his free hand. “That wind shield is pretty sturdy.”
“Nothing you have currently will penetrate it,” Kariya boasted, glaring down at his easygoing opponent. “Why not release your sword, Captain? It’ll at least make this fight a little more interesting.”
“There’s no point,” Seijuro proclaimed, grinning up at Kariya with false confidence. “If you want this fight to be more interesting, then stop holding back. You’re not even trying.”
Kariya twitched at the accusation. “You seriously believe that I need my full power to kill you?” he asked harshly.
“You assume that you’re stronger than me on the basis of some half-assed observations with no facts to back them up. I’ve used little or no power, and yet you think that just because I know how to hold back, you can kill me,” Seijuro corrected him, hefting his Zanpaktou up and resting the back on his shoulder. “You’re an arrogant little *******, aren’t you?”
A vein pulsed in Kariya’s temple at the insult, and he clenched his hands into fists, the wind around him swirling more fiercely in response. “Fine then. I’ll obliterate you so that not a single scrap of your body is left.” He flapped his arm out to his side, a roaring gale erupting around his arm. “Windestanz!” he howled, flinging the spiraling tornado at Seijuro.
“That’s better,” Seijuro admitted smugly, spinning his sword around the outside of his wrist. “Hadou 58: Tenran!” he snarled, blasting a spiraling funnel of air into the tornado. Both attacks meshed and clashed, expanding into a vortex that ravaged the entire clearing, crushing and slicing trees into kindling as it raged.
Both combatants charged, meeting at the middle of the vortex, blowing it out into a shockwave that decimated the surrounding area, deadlocked in the eye of the storm.
***
Cameron Blue had never moved so fast in his life. He had used over 400 shunpou as he raced towards the Squad 1 barracks, and he had no intention of stopping for anything.
Not even for the brick wall that lay in his path.
“INCOMING!” he shouted, trying to alert anyone on the other side of the wall as he smashed bodily through it.
“Eh? Wh-OOF!” a voice grunted as Cameron plowed into him, both of them crashing to the ground in a heap.
Cameron muttered an apology before trying to run off again, but the speaker grabbed his ankle and he fell flat on his face. “Dammit, lemee go!” he cried, thrashing wildly in an attempt to free himself.
“Bakudou 4: Hainawa,” his assailant murmured, binding Cameron’s arms and legs with a glowing rope of yellow energy. Cameron rolled onto his back, finding himself looking up at Squad 4 Lieutenant Mizuhashi Akira, or Arc for short. His features were calm and composed, but his crystal blue eyes glared mental death down at Cameron. His hair was white with tiny flecks of silver, almost mirroring the color of morning mist, and it flowed freely down his back. “Where’s the fire, Cameron?” he asked jokingly, his eyes still harsh.
“My Captain’s fightin’, Arc!” the immobilized Lieutenant howled. “I gotta report it so he gets some backup!”
Arc frowned, glancing in the direction of the Cameron-shaped hole in the wall. “I don’t sense any elevated reiatsu from him,” he murmured. Not that that’s any surprise, he doesn’t show a Captain-class reiatsu signature anyway. “And I don’t sense any sort of opponent that he’s fighting, either.”
Arc looked up, watching the huge tornado that rose from the woods beneath the Sokyoku. “Oh my,” he gasped, his eyes widening. “How did I miss that?”
“’Cause yer’ an idiot! Cut me loose, dammit!” Cameron demanded.
Arc turned and stuck his tongue out at him. “No way. You can sit here quietly while I go and report this.”
“Not happening,” a deep, commanding voice interjected, cutting off Cameron’s angry retort. A muscular black Shinigami stepped around the corner, his Captain’s robes flapping as he walked. “You’re going with me Arc, we’re backing up Captain Arashi.”
Arc pursed his lips crossly. “Are you sure about this, Captain Infernou?” he asked pointedly. “Neither of us works very well with Captain Arashi, nor can we really work together. We may end up simply clashing with one another.”
Jordan knelt down, severing the bakudou on Cameron with his bare hands. “Seijuro’s pitted himself against a wind type, Arc. He’ll be in over his head, I’m sure. Whether or not we work well together is a moot point, what matters is that he needs backup, and he needs it now.”
Arc had no idea why Seijuro going up against a wind type was such a bad thing, but he wasn’t about to question Jordan’s sanity. “Alright, I’ll go,” he replied with a shrug.
“Whaddya want me t’do?” Cameron asked excitedly, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet.
“You continue on to Squad 1 and inform the Head Captain,” Jordan ordered flatly.
“Aww, that’s no fun,” Cameron complained. “I wanna kill something!”
Jordan and Arc shot simultaneous death glares in his direction, so he shrank back. “Fine… still boring…”
All three of them Flash Stepped off, vanishing in an instant of time.
***
Seijuro spun through the dust cloud, slashing at Kariya’s head with his Zanpaktou. The Bount deflected it across his body, pushing the tip into the ground by pressing his hand into the back of the sword. He kicked at Seijuro’s side, but the Captain slammed a spirit energy filled palm into his adversary’s leg, blocking and neutralizing the wind-enhanced blow. “Bakudou 39: Enkosen,” he called out, generating a glowing orange shield between them, which stymied any further attacks.
They broke away from each other as the shield dissipated, and wind encircled Kariya’s hands again. “Wind Licht Schneide,” he shouted, tossing several slashes of air at Seijuro. The massive Shinigami leapt into the sky with shunpou, doding the blades as they tore up the ground beneath him. He streaked down, bringing his sword in a vertical slash, intending to cleave Kariya in two. The Bount sidestepped nonchalantly, the blade slicing through the ground and cracking it. He spun, ramming another wind-enhanced kick into Seijuro’s back, throwing him several feet across the ground in a tumbling spin, whipping up a cloud of dust as he flew. Kariya stood upright, watching the dust cloud for any sign of movement. A blade swung through the haze and blew it aside, revealing Seijuro, completely uninjured, his body glowing with blue light.
“Reiatsu Armor,” he told the shocked Bount. “This isn’t your first encounter with it, so don’t act so surprised.”
Kariya scowled, recognizing the technique from his battles with Ichigo over 70 years prior. Seijuro smirked at his mounting annoyance, deciding to throw another taunt his way. “To steal your earlier phrase, ‘nothing you have currently will penetrate it.’ If you want to beat me, you’ll need your doll.”
Kariya gnashed his teeth, the last of his usually calm demeanor falling away to his temper. “Fine then,” he snarled ferociously, raising his hand to point at the sky. Black clouds, stormy and powerful, began to blanket the sky above them. “Zeige dich, Messer!"
Well, these next few minutes determine whether I live or die. His wind powered Messer is the most powerful weapon he has against me, and if I can’t force him up to using his lightning attacks, I’m screwed. I just have to piss him off enough, then I’ll be home free.
A funnel of wind slowly detached itself from the cloud, encasing Kariya’s arm. Gradually, a metallic sheen took hold, and the air dissipated to reveal a large peta sword covering most of his hand and wrist, a swirling drill made of air sprouting from its tip. He glared back up at Seijuro, extreme fury etched across his features. “You die.”
Kariya flew in and was almost instantly in front of Seijuro. The Captain tried to dodge, flashing to his right and blocking with his sword, but even he was unprepared for the power and range of the swing. His blood flew through the air as he was thrown across the ground, Kariya’s victorious laugh ringing in his ears.
***
Jordan and Arc raced towards the Sokyoku with shunpou, after what seemed like an eternity they were still only halfway there. Arc glanced at his superior officer, a question forming in his head. “Captain Infernou, what did you mean when you said that Captain Arashi would be in trouble against a wind type? Is he allergic to fast moving air or something?”
Jordan almost fell out of shunpou at the odd question. “How could he be allergic to… never mind,” he muttered, before sighing. “Seijuro was my 3rd seat for about a month before he became a Captain. I know his Shikai’s powers, and they’re completely useless against Wind types.”
Arc’s eyes widened, realizing how bad this was. “Completely useless?!” he yelped in shock. “What about his Bankai?”
Jordan shook his head. “I don’t even know if he has a Bankai,” he admitted, sounding frustrated. “If he does, I’ve never seen it, nor do I think he’d use it. He doesn’t like using his Shikai where anyone else could get hurt, because if he’s not careful or loses control, he could accidentally kill everyone. If its powers make him hesitate that much, his Bankai is bound to be unusable, at least to his mind.”
Arc nodded thoughtfully, glancing ahead to make sure he wasn’t going to pull a Cameron and crash into anything. What he saw was the black clouds, the air spiraling down in a funnel. A very urgent synapse fired in his brain at the sight. “That’s Messer’s doll summoning!” he gasped in shocked realization. “Is he fighting Jin Kariya?!”
“Crap,” Jordan muttered. “We’d better hurry.”
***
Blood spurted from Seijuro’s left arm, blanketing the shattered earth in a carpet of crimson. “Shit…” he hissed painfully, examining the injury. An entire chunk of his arm seemed to have been sliced off, a white shard of bone visible through the mangled flesh. Right through my Reiatsu Armor. Damn, now I have to wrap this up before I bleed out.
He turned his attention back to Kariya, just in time to watch the furious Bount begin flinging air slashes at him. He stabbed his sword into the ground and brought up his good hand, crackling blue lightning building in his palm. “Hadou 88: Hirugekizokushintenraiho!”
The spell’s name was so overly long that the first air slash had almost reached him by the time the blast fired, but it was just enough. The huge lightning cannon roared towards Kariya, blasting right through all of the air slashes he had thrown. He remained unfazed, thrusting his doll’s air drill into the energy beam, shredding it slowly, inch by inch, forcing through the massively powerful Kidou.
Seijuro turned his palm up with two fingers facing Kariya, black lightning forming in his palm. “Hadou 90: Kurohitsugi,” he muttered, the outlines of a black box appearing around Kariya as the previous spell stopped. Black light encircled him, but the drill of air cleaved through the box, severing it and allowing Kariya to escape. The box collapsed in on itself, spraying black light everywhere. Seijuro grabbed the hilt of his sword, muttering a mixture of a Kidou incantation and several curse words, probably for losing control of the Kurohitsugi.
Kariya flashed down, pointing his wind blade at Seijuro’s crouching form. “Was that supposed to kill me?” he taunted.
"...scatter brightly and cleanly when fired, dammit."
“Eh?”
Seijuro’s head snapped up, his eyes boring into Kariya’s with murderous intent. Several balls of light formed around him, growing in intensity as the seconds crawled by. “Hadou 91: Senjuu Kouten Taihou!”
Kariya’s eyes widened and his face paled as he frantically tried to block the onslaught of the 91st Kidou, but there was no defense possible against 100 projectiles that moved at the speed of light. The massive barrage of light bullets slammed into him, each one carrying enough force to level a building, hurling him back over 100 feet into the woods.
Seijuro leaned on his Zanpaktou, trying to use it to stand. His lungs sucked in air greedily, as though he had been drowning in the sweat that now drenched his body. I overdid it. Normally, using high-level Kidou like that would be no problem, but not three of them, consecutively increasing in power, with two lacking the chant. He peered into the woods, hoping that the clearing smoke would reveal Kariya’s dead body. I can still release my Zanpaktou, but I’ll be lucky to hit him with it now. And that’s if he uses his lightning attacks. If that’s not the end of him, it’ll be the end of me.
“Can I assume that was your best shot, then?” Kariya’s voice asked politely through the cloud. Seijuro’s eyes widened as he stepped back into the now ravaged clearing. His shirt was in tatters and his chest bloody, but it was slowly starting to heal as he absorbed particles from the air.
Seijuro smacked his forehead with his palm for forgetting. “Stupid reishi absorption,” he groaned. I forgot about that thanks to him not being able to use it in the video file of him vs. Ichigo Kurosaki. Stupid oversight on my part.
Kariya smirked, anticipating victory. “Correct. Now, as congratulations for defeating me, I’ll finish you off with my ultimate power.” Air swirled in tight currents around his blade, clashing and scraping together. The air current eventually bred sparks, which formed into a full-out blade of lightning.
Seijuro chuckled in disbelief. There’s a sight for sore eyes. It may be too little, too late, though. I’m nearly spent. “And I’ll reward you for pushing me this far by showing you my Shikai,” he told Kariya, spinning his sword around until it pointed straight down. “Ravage, Garou.”
A blue beam of light emanated from his sword, at once reaching for the sky and burrowing into the ground. The light around the sword expanded, then faded, revealing a black and sliver kodachi clutched in his grip. He pointed the blade at Kariya, challenging him to one last clash.
Kariya hurled a lightning bolt at Seijuro, but the confident Shinigami never moved a finger, letting the blast wash over him. From Kariya’s point of view, it seemed as though the lightning vanished as soon as it reached him. How did he-
Seijuro blurred forward, slashing harshly at Kariya, his blade swooping in a downward arc towards his right shoulder. Kariya intercepted the blade with his own, but to his mortal shock, the lightning was split clean in half, dissipating and crackling along the length of his opponent’s sword. The kodachi stabbed into his shoulder, and their eyes met as Seijuro gave the fateful command. “Hekihoukou.”
A snarling howl echoed as a huge energy blast erupted from Garou’s tip, blasting through Kariya’s innards and ripping off his right shoulder entirely. His body became enveloped in light and he was blasted backwards, ripping up the dirt and eventually slamming to a halt against a large stone, some forty feet away.
Seijuro’s feet touched the ground softly, his now blood-soaked robes settling around him for the first time in what felt like hours. He sighed so heavily it seemed like a physical weight had just been lifted from his shoulders. “Thaaat was a pain in the ***,” he grumbled, stalking over to where Kariya’s body lay. “You gave me way too much trouble.”
Kariya didn’t know what annoyed him more, being defeated without any saving grace by some random Captain’s Shikai, or said Captain’s inexplicable personality change. “What… the hell… was that?” he coughed, missing half of his right lung being a definite impediment to his ability to speak or breathe.
“What, my Shikai?” Seijuro asked lazily, hefting the blade off of his shoulder. “Garou’s power is to absorb spiritual energy and matter or powers that are created from spiritual energy, then break it down and purify it to maximum strength. It also has the ability to use that energy as a weapon by releasing it or strengthening my attacks with it.” He smiled tiredly at Kariya’s dumbfounded expression. “That’s why I never used it against your wind attacks, there was no point in wasting my reiatsu unnecessarily. The only technique it would do any good against was your lightning.”
The full meaning of the statement hit Kariya even harder than the Hekihoukou had. “So…” he gasped, unable to form his thoughts into a coherent sentence.
“That’s right. I was egging you on the whole time to get you to use your lightning attacks before they were necessary. I knew I had to piss you off, so I adopted the personality of the most obnoxious jerk I know. Worked like a charm.” Seijuro stabbed his Zanpaktou into the ground again, pointing two fingers at his wounded arm. “Bakudou 4: Hainawa.”
The kidou rope extended and wrapped itself around his injured arm of its own accord. He grabbed the end with his teeth, pulling it into a tight knot, creating a makeshift tourniquet. “That should hold until I can get to Squad 4 for some medical help,” he muttered, before picking up his sword and glancing back at Kariya. “Later. I’m done here, and you’re done, period.”
Jin Kariya was beyond furious. He had never been humiliated so badly in his whole eternal life. So help him, he was going to take that sonofabitch Shinigami with him. “Where… the hell… do you think you’re going?” he ground out, spitting blood out of his mouth onto the ground. Seijuro turned, waiting for the rest of Kariya’s verbal attack. “You’re forgetting… one other detail… about my powers.”
Seijuro looked confused for a moment, the confusion slowly turning to realization as the Jokaishou on Kariya’s body began to glow, the light expanding and overtaking the Bount’s body.
“I will take you, and any Shinigami within miles of this place, to hell with me!” he screamed, the light beginning to expand, about to explode.
Seijuro, tired and beaten as he was, took the action any Captain would when things got desperate. “Bankai!” he roared, his reiatsu skyrocketing and sparks of cobalt lightning flew from his form. His blade grew and formed over his body, twisting and crafting itself into clawed gauntlets, boots, metallic veinns, a breastplate, and a hellhound battle helmet. “Rengarou Kuikorosu!”
He launched into the sky directly above the blast, and positioned his arms directly down at the expanding bomb of energy, ignoring the pain from his left bicep. “Seirei Soshaku,” he muttered, the energy siphoning into his sword claws just before the blast exploded outward.
The Jokaishou’s spirit energy was already in its purest form, so Seijuro could devote all of his focus and power to absorbing it. The explosion slammed into his armored form, pushing him back slowly, pain radiating up his injured arm. What… power… the Bakudou I placed on my arm won’t hold like this… gotta hurry… He struggled, pulling as much energy from the blast as he could manage, continuing to absorb it even as the obliterating light forced him still further into the sky. Gah… not fast enough… I’m not even halfway done yet, I can’t absorb it in time!
Just as he realized he would surely die, a pair of voices cut through his consciousness, bringing hope in his darkest hour.
“Bankai, Mokushi Iroriryuu!”
“Cherish, Tsukibana!”
Seijuro almost cried out for joy, both he and the Seireitei were saved. His friends had made it in time.
“Kuru Kaen!” Jordan roared fiercely, black flames bursting from the ornamental dragon’s head cannon covering his arm and the burning wings that protruded from his back. The flames covered the assailing blast, slowly weakening it and decreasing the size.
“Iyasu, Tsukibana!” Arc chanted, enveloping Seijuro in the water that was formed from the blade of his Zanpaktou. Seijuro felt his injuries slowly knitting and his energy replenishing, and gritted his teeth for the final push.
In a gargantuan effort, he ripped into the now considerably smaller ball of energy, his Bankai devouring it all and consuming the power, until none was left and his body glowed blue with energy. He faced the sky, unable to resist screaming one last, completely out-of-character, quip as he prepared to release the Hekihoukou.
“IMMA FIRIN MAH LAZ0R!”
The huge Burst Howl ripped from the jaws on his battle helmet, tearing upward into the sky, flying higher and higher as it dissipated, until it was nothing but a fading gleam above the clouds.
“Good…” he breathed, the armor of his Bankai cracking and shattering, disappearing into dust as the now victorious and exhausted 7th Squad Captain fell from the sky and landed bodily on the ground, nearly choking with trying to stuff more air into his already fit to burst lungs.
Jordan and Arc both powered down, sheathing their now sealed Zanpaktou. Arc was holding his sides from laughing too much at the randomness of Seijuro’s final quip, Jordan was merely chuckling. “That’s the first time I’ve ever see your Bankai, Seijuro,” the Captain of the pair admitted, holding out a hand for his friend to grab. “That’s some power.”
“You… have no… idea…” he panted, taking Jordan’s hand and sitting up. “That was a constant blast form, a really long one. Imagine if I packed it all into one burst.”
“I don’t think I want to find out what would happen then,” Arc said blandly, finally coming out of his giggle fit. He gave Seijuro’s arm an appraising look, judging the injury. “Did you not have enough reiatsu for it to start healing you?”
Seijuro glanced at the limb in question. “Nah, it was worse when it was fresh,” he replied with a shrug. “You could see bone through the hole.”
Arc sighed mentally, pulling out and releasing Tsukibana again to heal Seijuro’s arm. The water cocooned the injury, washing away the blood, pain, and most of the damage. The water eventually returned to blade form and the medic Lieutenant sheathed it once more. “I’ve healed most of the damage, but I think that Captain Yamada should have a look at it before I give a diagnosis,” he informed Seijuro.
The Squad 7 Captain nodded, standing with the help of his now sealed Zanpaktou. “Well, we’ve got a meeting to attend to, and I’m going to have a mountain of paperwork to do over this incident,” he muttered grumpily.
“That’s the least of our worries,” Captain Infernou replied frankly. “If you really fought Jin Kariya, then somebody brought him back to life.”
Seijuro shook his head. “I wish that was the long and short of our problems, but unfortunately, there are Arrancars involved too.” He continued elaborating in response to their questioning looks. “The one who massacred my Squad members was an Arrancar, by the feel of their reiatsu.”
“Brilliant,” Arc grunted. “Now we’ve really got to report this ASA-Now.”
Both Captains nodded in agreement, and they all Flash Stepped off, hoping to make it to Squad 1 as fast as possible.
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Alright, it's finally posted. And just before I go to bed too. Hope you like it, I'll be looking forward to some critique when I get home from school tomorrow.
I almost cried when i heard those bolded lines. cried. and then killed something out of boredom. And ima firin mah lazorz? Brillaint i say. briliant.
Originally Posted by ILP
We're Mad.
Our 1st Squad Captain has an insane sweet tooth
Our 2nd Squad Captain is some super-ninja
Our 3rd Squad Captain is part wolf
Our 4th Squad Captain bakes cookies and cuts up anyone who makes him mad
Our 5th Squad Captain is some party-crazy army man
Our 6th Squad Captain is calm, prideful and pervy
Our 7th Squad Captain seems to be, barely, the only sane one
Our 8th Squad Captain is missing
Our 9th Squad Captain is a shy, respectful, boring and pervy
Our 10th Squad Captain hates some of our OWN captains
Our 11th Squad Captain is a sadistic maniac
Our 12th Squad Captain is an insane nerd
Our 13th Squad Captain is sleeping
I think someone needs to inform Golde that he had kusari both on Squad 3 and 13.... on the front page. Hmmmm..
I probably have at least once before. I'll try to remind him the next time I see him on WLM.
Originally Posted by ~.:Northern Lights:.~
OH, guys, if it isn't too much trouble i need you guys to give me a description of what your inner worlds look like. I'll pick a few to use in coming up chapters, but i can't progress far until i have them =]
Well, mine is just like a swirly, shadowy, mercury colored world. Kind of like a the inside of a shadow game from the first Yugioh season.
Please check out my 4th & 5th gen trade thread posts.
Giratina would probably cover for all of it, really... If you think about how the Distortion World is, it's really messed up in the Time/Space department.
But Giratina is, I believe, the Pokemon of Antimatter which my Zanpakutou doesn't really touch on. Except the "Reverse World" but that's not really antimatter per se.
Originally Posted by Eon Master
I meant in the fic. You don't act like a living computer, at least not on here. :P
I think I act somewhat differently on here than in real life. Idk, I'm not exactly the same in real life, at least.
Originally Posted by Eon Master
MC's comedy fic? Your chapter was entitled "Now We Have the Pervy Nerd... I mean Ant..."
Oh THAT one, XD. I thought you were talking about his current fic.
Spoiler:- Chapter 1: Eye of the Hurricane:
Originally Posted by Eon Master
A burgundy skull mask, with two white lines tracing down from the forehead to the chin through the eyes, adorned his face. His hair was stark white, the color of fresh paper, and it was somewhat messy and unkempt.
White hair... The only one I can think of is Gin (yeah, his hair is more silver-y but I think he might be able to get away with it), Hitsugaya and Ukitake. Though, in the back of my head, I think it's secretly Ichigo 8O.
Originally Posted by Eon Master
“Welcome back, Ulquiorra.”
I freakin' knew it.
Originally Posted by Eon Master
“Yes sir,” the former Curato Espada said with a nod. “They’ll fall for it and send several of their best away, leaving us free to attack.”
I seems like Soul Society falls for that too much.
Originally Posted by Eon Master
He would never ally himself with all of his former enemies. Especially me, or the other Espada. There’s also no way in hell he has the brain power to come up with a plan this elaborate.
Okay, so we know that he has white hair, a mask (which could be a Vaizard mask), he was an enemy of the Espada, and he's not particularly bright.
What's Kensei's mask like?
Originally Posted by Eon Master
“Whoa, whoa, wait a sec,” Cameron yelped, waving his hands wildly. “I thought that all the remaining Arrancars were on our side?”
Wait, actually, I just realised. Who ARE these "remaining Arrancars"? Yammy probably died, Starrk died, so did Barragan, Harribel, Ulquiorra (well, he's with the opponent) Nnoitra died, Grimmjow... Might still be alive, Zommari is died, and so is Szayel and Aaroniero.
Nel is probably also alive, and Pesche and Dondo-Chakka. I wonder how these all will be useful.
Originally Posted by Eon Master
All officers were well versed in their past enemies, so as to ensure no secrets would be kept among the Gotei 13.
That's a good idea. And at least it let's us see all of these "Zombie characters" as I'll call them. It'd be interesting to see if Aizen would be brought back, since he'd probably try and overtake whoever is currently the villain, and also, Ulquiorra and him would be... Interesting to see how they'd react with each other.
Originally Posted by Eon Master
“Jin Kariya was killed over 70 years ago by Ichigo Kurosaki. It’s impossible for him to be here now.”
Which would make Ichigo 85 or so. Possible that he could make some form of an appearance (though of course it would depend on how he aged, and what Soul Society decided to do with him).
Seeing as how you have a long-arse fighting scene, I won't pick out certain bits that I don't remember from after reading it.
Though it definitely was a very descriptive, long fight. I definitely liked it, I could easily imagine this being a scene from an anime.
Originally Posted by Eon Master
Squad 4 Lieutenant Mizuhashi Akira, or Arc for short.
Huh, seems like he's a Lieutenant. And later on, he mentions a "Captain Yamada"... Yamada Hanatarou? It'd be awesome if he was a Captain now.
Though why would Arc be a Lieutenant?
Originally Posted by Eon Master
Jordan and Arc shot simultaneous death glares in his direction, so he shrank back. “Fine… still boring…”
Oh I'd so love someone to draw that XD.
Originally Posted by Eon Master
“IMMA FIRIN MAH LAZ0R!”
I... Have no words for that.
Originally Posted by Jinchuuriki Hunter
I don't know if I'm in your fic but this seems fun enough for me to pass the time.
My inner world is a completely white blank of nothingness. You can walk any way you want there, any place can act as a surface. It's simply an empty void.
For reference, look at Kubo's backgrounds.
You don't know how tempted I was to have that as my inner world. I guess great minds seem alike.
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YOU JUST LOST THE GAME!
Click HERE to be rickrolled... c'mon, you know you want to.
Spoiler:- I HAVE DEFIED ALL MATHS AND LOGIC!:
A = B
A^2 = AB
A^2 - B^2 = AB - B^2
(A + B)(A - B) = B(A - B)
(A + B) = B
A + B = B
B + B = B
2B = B 2 = 1
Offense: 40 My offensive power is decent with kido arrows in my Shikai form and when I go bankai, I can attract and repel objects, including my own spear. This can make for some fast and powerful stabs with a short reach.
Defense: 70
Mobility: 70 With my globe ability of repelling metal objects, I am quite protected against metal objects, this doesn't stop Kido so I have to have decent to very good mobility to get a chance to survive against Kido experts. To keep my weapon in attacking range against an opponent, some good mobility is needed too.
Kido/Reiatsu: 60 I have good kido skills with quite a lot of reiatsu for my arrow techniques, I am more specialised in Hado, however. My trademark is Hado 11: Tsuzuri Raiden which compliments my ability well.
Intelligence: 80 I have high intelligence which compliments my bankai, while I activate my defence every angle is covered but if I cannot see the attack coming I can't guard against it. That's why I have to constantly calculate (possible) incoming angles to guard against sword blows I cannot see. [Should have paid more attention in the barrier classes]
Physical Strength: 0 I have little to no physical strength, because in my shikai I use a long-range bow and in my bankai I have a medium range spear on a chain, I have no point in going in close. I always try to hold fights on long/medium distance so I can dodge and/or deflect.
Total:320
The inner-world thing.. hmm the only thing I can think of this: A rainy dark forest with occasional lightning currents on the ground and floating magnetic 0's and 1's.
Spoiler:- Anime 271/272:
Hollow Ichigo is way cooler in the anime than the manga, loved the battle but felt a bit sad at Ulq's deathscene. Was annoying with the censoring, though. Ichida's arm should be removed, H. Ichigo should throw Ulq.'s arm instead of a pointless stone.
I was surprised they didn't edit Ulquierra's (cause of) death, to be honest, it was more gruwsome than Ichida's severed arm.
Spoiler:- Manga:
Aizen looks... stupid, the condom comment I've read was correct! Now it's like speech slash speech speech speech Ichigo looking 'WTFHAX =O' speech Gin being funny speech slash speech speech speech.
Very well written.
The fight scene was very descriptive, I could see the battle in my mind...sorta...
You pretty much got my personality down pat...but since you said I didn't know you had a Bankai, that means our Bankai fights never happened? Or was I playing dumb?
Your last line was brillant.
Offense: 40
My offensive power is decent with kido arrows in my Shikai form and when I go bankai, I can attract and repel objects, including my own spear. This can make for some fast and powerful stabs with a short reach.
Defense: 70
Mobility: 70
With my globe ability of repelling metal objects, I am quite protected against metal objects, this doesn't stop Kido so I have to have decent to very good mobility to get a chance to survive against Kido experts. To keep my weapon in attacking range against an opponent, some good mobility is needed too.
Kido/Reiatsu: 60
I have good kido skills with quite a lot of reiatsu for my arrow techniques, I am more specialised in Hado, however. My trademark is Hado 11: Tsuzuri Raiden which compliments my ability well.
Intelligence: 80
I have high intelligence which compliments my bankai, while I activate my defence every angle is covered but if I cannot see the attack coming I can't guard against it. That's why I have to constantly calculate (possible) incoming angles to guard against sword blows I cannot see. [Should have paid more attention in the barrier classes]
Physical Strength: 0
I have little to no physical strength, because in my shikai I use a long-range bow and in my bankai I have a medium range spear on a chain, I have no point in going in close. I always try to hold fights on long/medium distance so I can dodge and/or deflect.
But Giratina is, I believe, the Pokemon of Antimatter which my Zanpakutou doesn't really touch on. Except the "Reverse World" but that's not really antimatter per se.
I tend to think of Giratina as the Dimension Pokemon, but w/e
I think I act somewhat differently on here than in real life. Idk, I'm not exactly the same in real life, at least.
Fair enough, that's also somewhat true for me.
Oh THAT one, XD. I thought you were talking about his current fic.
I realized afterwards that it sounded like that XD
White hair... The only one I can think of is Gin (yeah, his hair is more silver-y but I think he might be able to get away with it), Hitsugaya and Ukitake. Though, in the back of my head, I think it's secretly Ichigo 8O.
No comment.
I freakin' knew it.
As though I didn't already make it obvious enough.
I seems like Soul Society falls for that too much.
Might have to change that slightly.
Okay, so we know that he has white hair, a mask (which could be a Vaizard mask), he was an enemy of the Espada, and he's not particularly bright.
You utterly misread that portion. Ulquiorra was talking about the probability of Ichigo being the masked leader.
What's Kensei's mask like?
It's sorta like a hockey mask.
Wait, actually, I just realised. Who ARE these "remaining Arrancars"? Yammy probably died, Starrk died, so did Barragan, Harribel, Ulquiorra (well, he's with the opponent) Nnoitra died, Grimmjow... Might still be alive, Zommari is died, and so is Szayel and Aaroniero.
Remember who you're talking to. Of course he's alive.
Nel is probably also alive, and Pesche and Dondo-Chakka. I wonder how these all will be useful.
Yep, yep, and yep. You're still missing one. I'll bet that Zam would know.
That's a good idea. And at least it let's us see all of these "Zombie characters" as I'll call them. It'd be interesting to see if Aizen would be brought back, since he'd probably try and overtake whoever is currently the villain, and also, Ulquiorra and him would be... Interesting to see how they'd react with each other.
Yeah, that was my thinking as well. And, no Aizen. I effing hate him. Kariya makes a much better villain than Aizen, Kariya doesn't godmod. Or maybe I will have him bring Aizen back, just so the leader can kill him.
Which would make Ichigo 85 or so. Possible that he could make some form of an appearance (though of course it would depend on how he aged, and what Soul Society decided to do with him).
Refer back to the prologue, nobody has seen him in 70 years.
Seeing as how you have a long-arse fighting scene, I won't pick out certain bits that I don't remember from after reading it.
Though it definitely was a very descriptive, long fight. I definitely liked it, I could easily imagine this being a scene from an anime.
Excellent, seems like my experience with writing Pokemon battles transfers over to Bleach too.
Huh, seems like he's a Lieutenant. And later on, he mentions a "Captain Yamada"... Yamada Hanatarou? It'd be awesome if he was a Captain now.
Though why would Arc be a Lieutenant?
Arc is the Squad 4 Lieutenant, and Hanatarou Yamada is the Squad 4 Captain. Arc is Lieutenant because Yamada is Captain.
Oh I'd so love someone to draw that XD.
Let's ask Golde.
I... Have no words for that.
Well, it's an improvement over Arc, who was suffocating from laughter.
Originally Posted by MasterCharizard15
Very well written.
Thanks
The fight scene was very descriptive, I could see the battle in my mind...sorta...
Battle Discription = My strength.
You pretty much got my personality down pat...but since you said I didn't know you had a Bankai, that means our Bankai fights never happened? Or was I playing dumb?
That's true, but the fact is, you've never faced off against Garou before. In fact, nobody has faced me, least of all in Bankai.
Eon Master; Imma Firin mah lazor mad me laugh quite a bit, i was drinking ginger beer at the time too it hurt - but your fight scene was great, i'm not so good with fight scenes, but i'm going to have to write a few myself.
Spoiler:- Chapter 3:
“Kings of Souls, ILP, she’s drowning!”
A strong arm descended through the clinging mass of void, pulling Kida back into the 12th Division Research Lab.
Zameric hefted her out of the tank and onto the cold hard floor, where she just lay there, a drenched mess, face down.
“Honestly, that’s not supposed to happen, it’s just supposed to repress the Reiatsu in a shinigami, putting them into a deep sleep, akin to meditation mentally and a coma physically, but totally reversible. I don’t know why…”
ILP stopped, only he didn’t continue this sentence in his head.
Kida had been doing fine, reiatsu levels constant, no signs of movement, then suddenly her reiatsu had spiked causing her to open blackened eyes and snarl, drawing some of the liquid reiatsu repressor into her lungs, she’d convulsed and attempted to hack it back up, only filling her lungs more. Luckily, Zameric had come in a few moments before to talk to ILP, and while he had been busy looking at the monitors trying to fix what he thought was a fault, Zameric had seen the effects it was having on the lupine shinigami captain.
There attention was brought back to the soaking female on the floor as Kida coughed, hacking up some of the vile liquid that she had consumed involuntarily.
Zameric grumbled under his breath about beta testing, cautiously leaning over Kida, placing a hand on her shoulder to turn her round and look at her face, half expecting to see the feral persona he had seen in the tank. He looked into her face only to see wide, unfocused blue eyes, staring across the floor at nothing in particular.
“Hey, are you-“ Zameric’s sentence was cut off as Kida grabbed his wrist before he could move away.
Her eyes focused and looked over to him, “we have a very serious problem,” she said.
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Captain-Commander Golde was informed of the recent event and immediately called a Captain’s meeting, which was odd, though it had been quite a shock, Kida didn’t think it warranted a Captain’s meeting. Something was wrong, that and she felt a little light headed. ILP said it was shock, she replied by flipping him the bird.
“I have ordered you to present yourselves here today for a most unusual event has occurred,” Golde said loudly and clearly, so that his voice travelled the full length of the room, “Captain Ookami, if you could recount your version of events for the Captains here, it would be most appreciated.”
Inwardly she scowled, but she knew that what was happening to her was happening to the other Captains, according to Ryookami, and she trusted Ryookami more than anyone else she had ever met. She was just in a really bad mood.
“Of course, Captain-Commander, I was given a message by Captain Rotrum to go to 12th Division, as ILP requested me to be there.”
“I take it you went there straight away?” Golde asked, looking thoughtful.
“After a fashion,” Kida said, the fingers on her right hand absentmindedly pulling on the frayed thread of her Shinigami clothes.
“A fashion, by which you mean….?”
“I visited a couple of the other Captains on my way, sir.”
“Ah, I see, continue,” Golde leaned back again, the mask of caution lifting from his face faster than lightning.
“When I reached Division 12, ILP said he wanted to monitor my Reiatsu levels whilst I was in a deep state of mental relaxation, he did this by introducing me to a …” at this point she turned to face ILP, unsure as to what exactly she had agreed to actually dive into; dive being an exaggeration in this circumstance. ILP stepped forward.
“Ah, the liquid Captain Ookami is referring to is my Reiatsu Repressor, I came to you several months ago, Captain-Commander, with my proposition to synthesis it,” ILP looked slightly apprehensive.
Golde merely nodded, gesturing for Kida to continue as ILP stepped back looking relieved.
“Well, it worked, only, I don’t know if ILP intended for it to have this side effect, but I appeared in my Inner World.”
Golde turned to face ILP about to ask him such, but ILP’s face of confusion answered it for him.
“In my Inner World, Ryookami told me that … my reiatsu was unravelling,” she stopped as several of the Captains turned to look at each other, as for conformation on what they just heard, “Only, it wasn’t just me, the other Zanpaktou that Ryookami had come into contact with today, also seemed to be under the same impressions, for some reason, our Reiatsu is being torn in half.”
This was met by stunned silence then.
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Surely our Zanpaktou would have said something.”
“Are you sure, you’re sure?”
“ENOUGH!”
All the Captains settled down tuning to face Golde, who was striding forward to walk between the two lines of Captains towards Kida, he stopped in front of her.
“Thank you, Captain Ookami,” Kida walked back to her line, straight backed, head raised, like the disciplined Captain she was taught to be, “It appears we have a situation that may be threatening the Captains, exactly who did you come into contact with today, before you met Ryookami in your Inner World, Captain Ookami?”
“Captains, Rotrum, Kusari, Arceus and ILP … and Dauc,” she added, as an afterthought.
“Hmmm, all Captains, at one time or another,” Golde noted, “Exactly how did you ‘synthesise’ this Reiatsu Repressor, Captain ILP?”
ILP stepped forward, “It actually originated from an outbreak several decades back, long before most of us were Captain. I came across it shortly before coming to you, Commander. It was in 12th Division’s vault, where a sample of it, taken from a shinigami’s ectoplasm, had put away to be analysed at a later date, I noticed the date it had been placed in there, but it hadn’t been removed since, and showed no signs of having already been reported,” he swallowed, “so, I decided to do it myself, and my experiments showed that this sample of ectoplasm, contained a subliminal substance, which repressed the effects of reiatsu. Intrigued, I used the original sample to synthesise my own, and the result was tested by several members of the 12th Division, all of them are fine to this present date.”
“Hmm? Did you ever decide to look in past records of the time from when the sample was dated?” Golde asked, if one listened hard enough, you could hear the sparks going off in his brain as his mind worked frantically to come to a conclusion.
“Funny you should mention that, I did, and all I got for my troubles was a distinct lack of knowledge, nothing abnormal seemed to happen at all during that year, not even a district rebellion, a perfect year apparently,” he coughed, knowing that such a thing was as likely as hell freezing over, Captain Rotrum present or not, “naturally I decided to dig a little deeper, but everywhere I just kept getting the same records, with different wordings, and they matched up perfectly.”
Golde nodded, looking grim, “Thank you, Captain ILP, now I must inform you of something that must not go passed anyone of Captain level.”
Kida’s ears pricked up.
“Captain Senbonzakura was sent on orders, by myself, to the site that this outbreak originated, 170 years ago, as you all know he has not returned, however, I am now going to explain to all what was kept as Commander confidential information.”
The Captains waited with baited breath.
“This outbreak was a Shinigami Virus.”
There were shocked faces all round. Rotrum scowled, Arceus took a step back slightly and ILP looked horrified, realising the implications of his actions.
“The virus at first did not seem to cause much damage, it would infect a Shinigami and temporarily nullify their Reiatsu, however, it turned out that what this Virus was actually doing, was stealing a shinigami’s reiatsu, effectively splitting the soul in half, to create … something else,” Golde looked saddened, “fortunately the Virus petered out and remained dormant as each of the infected shinigami were quarantined. With no one else to infect, it seemed to lie in slumber, but not before killing each of its hosts.”
“Hold up,” Zameric said, sounding astonished, “this virus, it was sentient?”
“… Yes.”
Golde looked up at his Captains each one had a look of apprehension and dawning revulsion as their brains ran ahead of the conversation.
“It was also smart, instead of showing its true effects, it waited until it had ensnared a fair number of shinigami before rearing its head above us all and when captured, it became inert, making it impossible to locate or terminate it fully. However, it seems that after remaining dormant in 12th Division’s storage it has lost the majority of its ability to manifest itself after infecting a person, taking it this long for its effects to become noticeable. It also appears to only target Captain level reiatsu, as Captain ILP was the first shinigami it came into contact with after so many years of being sealed and kept quarantined from reiatsu, which is why you’re 12th Division members have shown no side effects … it is no-ones fault as to the situation we find ourselves in but my own, I should have warned you all of the possibility that this oddity might return, and especially to you Captain ILP,” he turned to face him sorrowfully, “who obviously would have encountered it sooner or later, “ he sighed, “I suggest that we all try at some point to contact our Zanpaktou’s and enter our Inner Realms, to try an fight off this threat before it becomes too powerful,” He sighed, making eye contact with everyone in the room, “you are dismissed.”
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Narcisse Dauc was lounging around in his private gardens, resplendent in his nobility robes of deep purple, resting peacefully as a hell butterfly came and perched on his nose. He blew outwards softly, watching as it fluttered its wings and took flight again. He felt, rather than heard, her approach. He smiled that smug smile of his, sitting up and turning towards the sliding doors that lead out onto his gardens. She stood there silently.
“Long time no see,” he joked, standing and stretching as he made his way over.
Kida didn’t move, opting to stare at the ground. His grin faded slightly as he approached, she didn’t look that well if he was honest, not that she ever did, he kept insisting that she get out more and actually have a life.
He stopped right in front of her, opening his mouth to make another remark about her pale complexion. He didn’t get the chance. She threw herself at him, he instantly tensed, thinking she was going for round 2 from earlier and attacking him, however, he was slightly shocked.
She wasn’t attacking him at all, she came to a stop with her arms around his middle and her face buried in his robes, her ears were flattened back along her head. She was hugging him.
“Heh, knew you couldn’t resist me,” he smirked, Kida simply withdrew one arm to poke him in the side, but she replaced it soon after.
His smirked turned to a rather more concerned expression, he sighed, tousling her spiky hair.
“What have you got yourself into now?”
Oh, how he didn’t want to know.
PEOPLE, SEND YOUR ZANPAKYOU PERSONALITIES TO DA.C PROMPTLY SO HE CAN CONTINUE HIS STORY PLOX
Last edited by Northern Lights; 26th May 2010 at 8:48 PM.
It's probably true to near everyone, to some degree, anyways.
Originally Posted by Eon Master
No comment.
Hmmmm
Originally Posted by Eon Master
You utterly misread that portion. Ulquiorra was talking about the probability of Ichigo being the masked leader.
Ah, damn. Well that's one guess out of the way...
Originally Posted by Eon Master
Remember who you're talking to. Of course he's alive.
Fair enough.
Originally Posted by Eon Master
Yep, yep, and yep. You're still missing one. I'll bet that Zam would know.
That worm-thingy? Bawabawa?
Originally Posted by Eon Master
Refer back to the prologue, nobody has seen him in 70 years.
Wow I suck at remembering these things.
Originally Posted by Eon Master
Arc is the Squad 4 Lieutenant, and Hanatarou Yamada is the Squad 4 Captain. Arc is Lieutenant because Yamada is Captain.
Well, at least I was right.
Spoiler:- Chapter 3:
Originally Posted by ~.:Northern Lights:.~
“Kings of Souls, ILP, she’s drowning!”
Kings of Souls XD
Originally Posted by ~.:Northern Lights:.~
There attention was brought back to the soaking female on the floor as Kida coughed, hacking up some of the vile liquid that she had consumed involuntarily.
How pleasant.
Originally Posted by ~.:Northern Lights:.~
Something was wrong, that and she felt a little light headed. ILP said it was shock, she replied by flipping him the bird.
Wow I feel like a jack ***... Oh well, I suppose for comedy.
Originally Posted by ~.:Northern Lights:.~
“Funny you should mention that, I did, and all I got for my troubles was a distinct lack of knowledge, nothing abnormal seemed to happen at all during that year, not even a district rebellion, a perfect year apparently,” he coughed, knowing that such a thing was as likely as hell freezing over, Captain Rotrum present or not, “naturally I decided to dig a little deeper, but everywhere I just kept getting the same records, with different wordings, and they matched up perfectly.”
A perfect year? Wouldn't that be odd?
Originally Posted by ~.:Northern Lights:.~
“This outbreak was a Shinigami Virus.”
Woah. A Shinigami Virus. Something tells me Arc and I (And Dauc) will have fun with that.
Originally Posted by ~.:Northern Lights:.~
“The virus at first did not seem to cause much damage, it would infect a Shinigami and temporarily nullify their Reiatsu, however, it turned out that what this Virus was actually doing, was stealing a shinigami’s reiatsu, effectively splitting the soul in half, to create … something else,” Golde looked saddened, “fortunately the Virus petered out and remained dormant as each of the infected shinigami were quarantined. With no one else to infect, it seemed to lie in slumber, but not before killing each of its hosts.”
Hmm... I wonder what that "something else" is.
Originally Posted by ~.:Northern Lights:.~
“I suggest that we all try at some point to contact our Zanpaktou’s and enter our Inner Realms, to try an fight off this threat before it becomes too powerful,” He sighed, making eye contact with everyone in the room, “you are dismissed.”
This'll make for an interesting couple of chapters...
Originally Posted by ~.:Northern Lights:.~
PEOPLE, SEND YOUR ZANPAKYOU PERSONALITIES TO DA.C PROMPTLY SO HE CAN CONTINUE HIS STORY PLOX
I'm so glad that a) Mugen Utsuro has a very simple personality, and that b) I don't have a fire based Zanpakutou.
If you could use a Zanpaktou of any character, whos would it be and why?
Aizen's. Simply because it's so insanely Godmod.
YOU JUST LOST THE GAME!
Click HERE to be rickrolled... c'mon, you know you want to.
Spoiler:- I HAVE DEFIED ALL MATHS AND LOGIC!:
A = B
A^2 = AB
A^2 - B^2 = AB - B^2
(A + B)(A - B) = B(A - B)
(A + B) = B
A + B = B
B + B = B
2B = B 2 = 1
Eon Master; Imma Firin mah lazor mad me laugh quite a bit, i was drinking ginger beer at the time too it hurt - but your fight scene was great, i'm not so good with fight scenes, but i'm going to have to write a few myself.
Haha, glad it was funny, sorry it had to be while you were drinking ginger beer. Is that ginger ale, root beer, or something else entirely?
If you need help with fight scenes, I can give you a few tips.
Your chapter was excellent, I really liked it. Shinigami virus, sounds similar to something I came up with for an RP once.
Last edited by Eon Master; 26th May 2010 at 9:21 PM.
@NL: hmm. made me think a little bit. i had to read it twice because it kinda went over my head the first time.
@VB: that's right you did "volunteer". you won't be experimented on in a pit somewhere but you do get a special fight.
ok the whole "inner world" thing: the inner world of my zanpakuto is a lake in the clearing of a forest. there is a cliff parallel to the tree line. a waterfall flows off the cliff into the lake. in the center of the water is a large rock that Oto is seen meditating on. though neither master nor spirit has traveled over the cliff there is a dark pressure from it and a shadow figure is sometimes seen looking off the bluff towards the water.
as for the zanpakuto personality: Oto is on a normal sleeping schedule. calm, collected and wise. not easily provoked. also very critical of his master. (all in sharp contrast to me)
and a public character profile:
Name: Yasushi Hayashi
Hair: shaggy and black
Eyes: ice blue
Build: not ripped, but strong. more like grimmjow.
next chap: sometime between now and next tuesday.
Last edited by kusari; 27th May 2010 at 12:05 AM.
One mischievous little woodpecker
Another day, pecking your holes
Ruining the woods, tree wrecker
The angry old forest god turned your poor beak into a poison knife
Poor little wood pecker, your nesting holes are all tainted
Your food with toxins rife
Touch your friends, and they all will die falling at your feet
Oh, sad little woodpecker
Poisonous tears, shining brightly, as they stream down your cheeks
Offense: 40 My offensive power is decent with kido arrows in my Shikai form and when I go bankai, I can attract and repel objects, including my own spear. This can make for some fast and powerful stabs with a short reach.
Defense: 70
Mobility: 70 With my globe ability of repelling metal objects, I am quite protected against metal objects, this doesn't stop Kido so I have to have decent to very good mobility to get a chance to survive against Kido experts. To keep my weapon in attacking range against an opponent, some good mobility is needed too.
Kido/Reiatsu: 60 I have good kido skills with quite a lot of reiatsu for my arrow techniques, I am more specialised in Hado, however. My trademark is Hado 11: Tsuzuri Raiden which compliments my ability well.
Intelligence: 80 I have high intelligence which compliments my bankai, while I activate my defence every angle is covered but if I cannot see the attack coming I can't guard against it. That's why I have to constantly calculate (possible) incoming angles to guard against sword blows I cannot see. [Should have paid more attention in the barrier classes]
Physical Strength: 0 I have little to no physical strength, because in my shikai I use a long-range bow and in my bankai I have a medium range spear on a chain, I have no point in going in close. I always try to hold fights on long/medium distance so I can dodge and/or deflect.
Total:320
Ya sure about those new numbers?
Originally Posted by Eon Master
Yep, yep, and yep. You're still missing one. I'll bet that Zam would know.
Yeah, that was my thinking as well. And, no Aizen. I effing hate him. Kariya makes a much better villain than Aizen, Kariya doesn't godmod. Or maybe I will have him bring Aizen back, just so the leader can kill him.
You must be thinking of Gantenbainne Mosqueda then.
True dat. Kariya is many times cooler than godmod Aizen.
Spoiler:- manga 405:
Gin's just starting to seem like a real ****head now. :/
Oh Em Gee!!
Isshin has Getsuga Tensho! But when did he release his shikai?
Is it that his zan doesn't change appearance in shikai?
OH yeah, and we got to see some new abilities of Kisuke's shikai!
I have to say, this was an awesome chapter.
Can't wait for next week's.
Last edited by Zameric; 27th May 2010 at 10:54 PM.
Please check out my 4th & 5th gen trade thread posts.
Been supa busy lately with work, friends, new girlfriend...etc...(saw Shrek 4 today :P) And I feel like I should've replied more...eh, screw it...a few things though
1) Check the main page. If there's anything re. you, your squad, or anything else that HAS NOT been updated/posted, please alert me~ K?
And link me, if it's not.
2) With this massive as hell rush of fanfics, I gotta ask, has anyone made an archive page for their stories yet? One that can be linked from page 1? Because I'm actually interested in reading these myself XP
3) @Kurris - Mind posting those same pics of my masks here, too? /Toolazy
4) I may be reigniting my fanfic here soon too. So, yeah...nag at me on that one.
OH, guys, if it isn't too much trouble i need you guys to give me a description of what your inner worlds look like. I'll pick a few to use in coming up chapters, but i can't progress far until i have them =]
Okay... Let's see..
It's an underwater castle. The castle, which seemingly is made of crystal, has a lot of rooms and is quite large. But there's only one entrance, and, to meet my zanpakto spirit, I just have to head straight forward the moment I enter and, after a seemingly long walk, I would come to a huge room, kinda like the main room, and there's Tsukibana. The layout of the castle changes every time I go to my inner world. Yeah, it's a bit... flashy. If anything, my wishing to have a Queen-based spirit as an Arrancar should point it out. XP
Originally Posted by Eon Master
This Chapter showcases what I'm best at when it comes to writing. Battle/fight scenes.
Hmmm. I wish I can write battle scenes well. I always have a problem when it comes to that.
Originally Posted by MasterCharizard15
If you could use a Zanpaktou of any character, whos would it be and why?
I was just thinking of making this topic~ Woo
btw, you should add in there: Aizen's godmod Kyoukasuigetsu is not allowed.
For me, I'd say Rukia. idk why. Often, recently, when I'm alone, I get a sudden urge to cry out "Mae, Sode no Shirayuki" XD
I've even been designing new dances and bankai for her. :P
Originally Posted by Eon Master
If you need help with fight scenes, I can give you a few tips.
I'd gladly accept those.
Originally Posted by Golde
2) With this massive as hell rush of fanfics, I gotta ask, has anyone made an archive page for their stories yet? One that can be linked from page 1? Because I'm actually interested in reading these myself XP
4) I may be reigniting my fanfic here soon too. So, yeah...nag at me on that one.
NL has. The others hasn't, I think. And yes, please do so, everyone. I usually copy all of them and read the horde later, but sometimes if I forget to copy it (and you guys go on a posting spree) I find it quite annoying having to look through pages to find the chapter.
4- Me too. I actually finished one chapter yesterday.... If anyone still remembers that, that is. I think (for now) my crappy fiction is continuing.
And I will read the new chapters later. And comment on the anime/manga later, too.
Dac - I just noticed - you misspelt 'assess' as 'asses' in your 4th chapter. Only one letter amiss, but the meaning went horribly wrong. XDD
Err.... Does anyone know the exact verb for facepalming?
Last edited by arceus03; 28th May 2010 at 1:43 PM.
@Golde: Welcome back! No, I don't have an archive page yet, but I'm working on it. There's a link to the chapters in my squad page for now.
@Arc: The biggest trick to writing fight scenes is using strong vocabulary words. Instead of hit, use smash, crush, or something else. It stops you from overloading on the discription. Also, imagine it like a scene from the anime and pick out words that come to mind. A thesaurus spelling fail is your best friend.
Originally Posted by You
4- Me too. I actually finished one chapter yesterday.... If anyone still remembers that, that is. I think (for now) my crappy fiction is continuing.
Excellent! I can't wait to read it again. *re-reads all the previous chapters*
I'm working on Chapter 2, it's going to be less action, more explanation and humor. And it probably won't be anywhere near as long as the last one.
Last edited by Eon Master; 28th May 2010 at 8:06 PM.
[Kida Ookami]
Originally Posted by VizardBlue
Manly Eybrows!
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