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Post by GoldenKitten on Jun 19, 2009 23:55:02 GMT -4
It was a big revolving carousel, everybody had it in for somebody else, some of the riders were known, some were not and plans for how to get off or how to make someone else get off were underway. Yun was already toying with the ways he could use Hana against May Lee, it seemed clear to him that the girl didn’t suspect Hana at all…admitted he was starting to understand why, Hana was a bit of a ditz normally but he was doing overtime today. On the flip side Yun and all his followers had clearly been noticed, like himself if May Lee was the arrancar then she had no concrete proof at this point but the signs had been dead giveaways. Thus if someone was capable of getting close and noticing real signs of her true identity then it was Hana alone, though if the arrancar didn’t suspect Hana it was unknown if she would have any reason of befriending the boy. Regardless at current this was Yun’s only plan for cornering the girl, or well it was better to say his only viable plan since he was still working on others that didn’t require Hana’s help but none could be utilized at current.
Meanwhile the teacher simply covered her face and grumbled during the previous scene before ignoring it completely and moving on to some sort of mathematics on the board. Hana sat in his seat kicking his legs back and forth while apparently watching the board with tons of interest though someone his age had surely learned what was being taught ages ago. Yun crossed his arms and stared at the board with all the interest of a sleepy lion, occasionally keeping tabs on May Lee but not bothering too much since there was little more he could gather when nothing was occurring. The day passed on like this, one taking a glimpse of the other when the other wasn’t looking and every one of them plotting like the next fascist dictator fearful of being overthrown, each approaching it in a different manner. By the time the bell rang, none of them were any closer to success than they had been two hours earlier.
Yun rose immediately and gave nobody else the chance to be the first out of the class, Desmae seemed to give him a strange stare but immediately followed pushing several people to the ground who didn’t clear out of his path in time. When both shinigami caught up with their captain and were out of May Lee’s site he gave them the sign-language symbol for “Stop” which obviously meant a cancel to any orders he had previously sent them. With this matter done he walked off, nothing more could be learned at the school for the moment, he would put his people on figuring out where Hana was later and once it was dark he would return and go through the student records. For the time being these were his only options, he could not act against May Lee until Hana was under tighter control and even a shinigami couldn’t turn invisible (well they could, but not without alerting the arrancar) and so the records would have to wait.
Meanwhile Hana remained in his desk bobbing his head back and forth in a semi-coordinated rhythm. Several boys had approached him already but he had consistently sent them off with a kind but firm, “Maybe later”, most seemed disappointed but they also seemed to realize forcing ones way would work the opposite effect so they bought the ruse. When he was finally free enough to move of his own volition he threw his school supplies in his backpack, attached Sergeant Fluffers via velcro strip so that it sat upon the top of the backpack and then ran off to wherever May Lee was. Hana was smart, he hadn’t seen anything too telling yet but he knew in turn that Yun was smart and this girl was clearly Yun’s top suspect, thus it would do for her to be Hana’s top suspect though for a different purpose of study. Hana came rushing toward her then at the last second jumped, planted his feet on the ground and came to a skidding stop before her. He stuck his hands into the air in the “pointer” position and ticked them back and forth like the pendulum of a clock while moving his head in the same motion and talking with a giant smile.
“MAY LEE!!! I’m going to go shopping! Do you want to show me around?!!! I don’t know my way around!”
Several people in the class looked ready to volunteer though after realizing it was directed at the girl they seemed to think better of it. Hana stared May Lee down with giant goggle eyes; this in itself was a test, after all if this arrancar was aware of Yun’s presence it would certainly want to chase after its prey over going shopping. It was far from a foolproof test, but Hana was relying on subtlety and wasn’t going to bum rush the girl as the captain had.
Outside Desmae turned to his captain as they left the school grounds and headed for the temporary home they had arranged in the real world, “Why did you call it off?”
“I’m surprised you didn’t know hi-er.” He corrected himself rather fluidly so few would have noticed, “The girl that came in later was the 3rd seat of 12th division. We can’t make a mistake while Minoru’s caste is watching us. Once we are sure, we’ll get the arrancar all the same.”
Despite his cool response and his cocky swagger as he took long striding steps with his hands in his pockets Yun was at heart one thing, very pissed.
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Post by Tagz on Jun 20, 2009 20:35:50 GMT -4
Slight glimpses at her observer were made throughout the duration of the class. What was she going to do about this man? Clearly she couldn’t kill him. She also needed to avoid provoking an attack, though that was far from a possibility now. Shinigami were not known for being lenient. Had she harmed any humans? No, or at least, not yet. She was simply biding her time and conducting her own search. There was no sense in fussing about her current position. The point was she was stuck were she was. However, it wouldn’t be wise to follow the man. There would certainly be more Shinigami lurking about, waiting to pounce on anyone suspicious. If these three were here by themselves, then they were buffoons, either that or Captains. This was quite the problematic situation indeed. The almighty Gramica may have to retreat. In her current state, three captains would be too much to deal with. In all honesty, the large one seemed far from captain material. In fact, she doubted he could even make it to vice. This meant that he could be left to Ana to dispose of. Since the two seemed to be tailing her main antagonist, which meant the girl with the glasses was either his Vice-Captain, or a Captain from another squad, under his temporary command. Either way, she’d have to be handled by Gramica personally. Maybe she’d come across her prized target sooner than expected and it would be able to aid her as she initially intended.
Time was a luxury that Gramica was quickly loosing with each passing moment. The moment she stepped out of these hallways she’d have to deal with Tsukasa one way or another. The class ended and her target left the room quickly. The woman was not fond of this. If he was dawdling a bit, maybe he wasn’t going to attack immediately, but now it seemed as though he was rushing to give out instructions in private. The young woman casually walked out of the class with a glowing smile on her face. She continued out of the school when she was immediately ambushed in the courtyard in front of their high school. However, it wasn’t who she expected. The new student Hana came running towards her and skidded to a stop. A large, anime styled bead of sweat slipped down the back of her head as she put her hands up in reference to the standard human reflexes she struggled to demonstrate. A weird look warped her face. It was an odd mixture of bewilderment and embarrassment.
“MAY LEE!!! I’m going to go shopping! Do you want to show me around?!!! I don’t know my way around!”
The girl’s face briefly went blank from excitement. She then exploded into a fit of utter joy. Partially because she was trying to act as an energetic school girl and partially because this was the ‘out’ she was looking for. She doubted that the Shinigami would hesitate to kill the humans they pretended to care for so dearly if it meant the death of an Arrancar. After all, they had just recently sacrificed hundreds of their well trained and valuable members to retrieve three students who still wet their pants. Why? So they can have an excuse to do damage to Los Noches. To a woman with a hole in her chest and no heart, this naturally comes across as retarded. Regardless, it proves how ruthless and unthinking Shinigami were. However, with Hana by her side, her pleas would come across as more believing. And if it wasn’t enough, she could always pull a hit and run. She still had Ana who had slipped into the background, and would hopefully remain that way. As for now, shopping was the brightest way to go about the situation.
“Oh… my… GOD!!! I’d love to! What do you wanna by?!!! Shoes?! Shirts?! … wait… WE’LL BUY EVERYTHING!!!!”
Screaming out her last statement, she lunged towards Hana and grabbed her in a tight embrace. She then let go attached herself to Hana’s arm. She then began walking, leading the way. Since the girl claimed not to know her way around, she’d take the liberty to take her to the nearest mall. May Lee, of course, was a transfer student who had only been in the city for a few days. Gramica was born, raised, and died in Karakura Town; however, she’d spent a couple hundred years outside the entire realm, let alone the town. Both identities were clueless to where a mall would be. Karakura Town was a relatively modern town and would most likely have a mall every few streets. If not a mall, than a large plaza would do. This was all beside the point. Gramica simply wanted the girl’s company. Of course, she would make sure to have fun on the trip.
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Post by GoldenKitten on Jun 21, 2009 2:03:47 GMT -4
Despite the unexpected answer Hana’s eyes genuinely lit up and he practically began giggling he was so obviously giddy. Beneath he couldn’t help but consider the matter, it seemed odd that if this girl were an arrancar she would not follow the captain. There were three answers, she wasn’t an arrancar, she wasn’t smart enough to notice the captain and/or realize she needed to keep her eyes on him, finally and definitely the worst possibility, she was really smart and knew that following them would implicate her further thus she hoped following Hana would give her an “alibi” of sorts. Whatever the answer though Hana was going to go do exactly what he claimed, it was time to shop, he wasn’t here to force her into the light but rather observe her as he would the rest of the class. Thus once the captain finally forced the arrancar to give up his or her role Hana would have a better idea of why they were hiding amongst regular humans and more over evidence that arrancar could in fact fully replicate human behavior as was the hypothesis.
He let her lead him off by the arm and within minutes they had left the school and his fellow shinigami far behind. Another two or three minutes and they had found their way to the shopping district and the mall could be seen looming ahead. Hana didn’t pay to much attention to how well May Lee knew the city; any normal girl would have done the same already, at least ones concerned about normal girl things. Hana and the girl talked along the way, mostly small talk with little importance the sort people go through without thinking but even this Hana managed to make energetic via a ridiculous amount of facial expressions during the matter. From the weather to his first day of school he was quite capable of making it seem like the most momentous occasion on Earth, like he had fought a forty foot tiger in the process of noting the sky was clear and sunny.
It was perhaps half the distance to the mall when Hana stopped dead and nearly pulled May Lee down in the process of doing so. His eyes lit up and he broke into a twitch before letting go of the girl thereafter breaking into a run where he nearly broke a shops door down trying to get inside, flattening a nerdy looking young man who had been behind the door in the process…yet he didn’t look particularly disappointed to have been stepped on by Hana. Either way the young boy-girl had quickly disappeared deep into the store before a squeal of utter delight was heard for half a block. By the time May Lee caught up Hana was already rushing back toward the front of the store with a heaping handful of what at first was indistinguishable but obviously quite fuzzy. The young man at the counter hardly had time to consider Hana with surprised eyes before a mountain of fuzziness was dropped between himself and his buyer.
It was a mountain of kiwis, birds to be exact and they came in all shapes, colors and sizes. The chances were one in a million and Hana had hit the jackpot, clearly it made little difference to him that they would be his for all of a few days at most. It took the boy what seemed like ages to get a price, about a quarter of the way through he gave up and simply guesstimated the number of stuffed animals. When he finally got the price together Hana produced a billfold from his backpack and opened it with all the subtlety of a 90-year-old grandmother with Alzheimer’s to expose his money…lots of money…probably enough to buy a few cars while he was on his buying splurge. Luckily the only other person there other than May Lee was the seller who still found himself hidden behind a pile of stuffed animals and couldn’t see.
A split-second later Hana had lifted the entire pile up and charged back out into the road where he held them high above his head and yelled out attracting tons of attention, “KIWI BIRRRRRRRDDDDSSS!!!!”, he then let out a noise close to ‘wwwwweeeeee’ while hugging them as multi-colored kiwi birds went shooting in every direction.
The young man followed him out and asked timidly, “Uh…mam…do you want a bag?”
A minute later Hana and May Lee were once more trotting down the street, now with a twenty-pound bag of stuffed animals over one of Hana’s shoulders. He hummed to himself as they headed off toward the mall, ready to buy everything in existence as he told May Lee why kiwi birds were the best animals in existence. It should really have come as surprise to nobody that within another minute he had spotted something else he needed to go to. This time however he pointed vigorously toward the shop while pulling May Lee toward it.
“THEY LOOK LIKE ERICA-SAN!!!”
And so Hana, dragging the surely regretting herself arrancar Gramica burst through the front door of Nelemas Neko-Maid Café with another ear shattering and heart melting squeal. Where cat ear wearing maids served coffee, and looked quite bewildered at the new customers who were not only quite female but also quite un-nerdy…the distinct anti-thesis of their usual bunch.
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Post by Tagz on Aug 12, 2009 19:57:21 GMT -4
As Gramica, erm, May Lee gave her answer, Hana’s eyes lit up with excitement. This was good. Hana would make the perfect companion and diversion in case that loathsome Shinigami came around. It wasn’t long until what she had been looking for finally came into her view. The two had been conversing during their short, two to three minute trip. It had taught her that this Hana fellow was incredibly energetic. It was… not normal. But it wasn’t bad. No, no. In fact, a thousand and ten scenarios flooded through her mind as she thought of how she could use this to her advantage. Hana was going to be more useful to her that she had first planned.
Just short of the mall, May Lee’s companion halted in her tracks. May was yanked back as this happened. This threw the poor girl off. She hadn’t expected such a sudden change of mood. What was going on with this young girl? Her eyes expanded and she began to twitch slightly. Really… what was going on? The girl finally released her grip on May Lee and bolted into the store, damn near destroying the front door in the process. A poor boy was trampled on as well, though admittedly, he didn’t seem too displeased. Soon enough, she lost sight of her, that is, until a loud shriek resounded from deep within the store. Gramica took off after her, but when she finally reached the girl, the girl was already making her way to the front desk. What’s more was the fact that she was carrying an enormous pile of something incredibly fuzzy, and plush.
Once they reached their destination, Hana dropped the large pile down on the desk, revealing all the kiwi birds that she had gathered. Gramica simply stared at the girl in shock. She immediately thought of what had happened in the classroom when she had dropped her kiwi bird plushie under Ana’s desk. The man who had to count up the birds looked as if he had given up. Regardless, the price that he racked up was outrageous. Well, with all that she wanted to buy, not really, but it was still a large ass number. Hana didn’t seem phased at all. She simply extracted a large sum of cash from her backpack. The young girl then picked them all up and darted out of the store. As she burst out the door, she held them up to the sky triumphantly and shouted out…
“KIWI BIRRRRRRRDDDDSSS!!!!”
She also made a strange squeal. Gramica couldn’t do much but sigh and walk out the door. ‘May Lee’ was supposed to be the hyperactive and giddy schoolgirl. She had a lot to learn from Hana if she wanted pull of such a role. She was more use to being a cold, murderous Arrancar and not just an Arrancar, the cream of the crop, an Espada. She was more partial to this role than imitating Hana.
It was around this time that the man skittishly came out after then. He asked Hana, a bit shakily, if she needed any bags. Moments later, she was stuck in an endless lecture on why Kiwis were the greatest of all animals in existence. What kind of torture had she brought upon herself? Was it worth it? Maybe she should’ve just gone to confront Tsukasa. Maybe she should’ve just gone home empty handed. Who needed that damned hollow anyway? If he was as dangerous as she had hoped, he would’ve revealed himself long ago. Now she was moments away from breaking down in tears. Not really, but you understand what’s meant by it.
Soon enough something else had caught Hana’s attention. Oh lord. She was quickly being dragged once more. The girl let out another shriek. Damn it, what was with her? Was there no limit to her excitable nature? Was there no such thing as a god damn limit?
The maids stared at the two of them in shock. Were they also surprised to see someone as energetic as this? Or, could it be that they were surprised to see two gorgeous women entering the shop for leisure pleasures. It was probably the first one…
“So… who’s Erica-san?”
If it was a student in their class, then her memory was being hindered by her bafflement of the girl’s energy.
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Post by GoldenKitten on Aug 14, 2009 0:36:02 GMT -4
Hana took several big steps into the cafe and looked around with a big grin on his face, giggling a little every time he saw something that evidently pleased him. Despite the initial surprise on the workers face one of the maids was making her way toward them intending to do her job while the clientèle were leering at May Lee and Hana as much as they were the maids. Just as the girl who had been coming forward reached them May Lee asked her question and Hana spun on his heel to face his new friend. At the same time he completely turned his back on the maid ignoring her leaving more than one awkward silence floating through the air. Meanwhile Hana raised one finger in front of his face as if he was about to start counting but he in fact did nothing, instead he made a giant smile and then spun his hands around planting one on his waist and putting the other next to his mouth as if he was whispering while leaning in to fit the image, his loud voice however did not.
“Erica-san is a maid that works for father, but really shes a scientist. One of the stipulations for living within the Tokyo confines was to keep all business related ventures outside of the city limits, but that would take to long. So Erica-san does work within the household while playing the bit part of a maid!” Hana promptly placed his other free hand on his hip as well and let out a triumphant 'Hah-hah!'.
Hana went to turn back around and then mid-step spun around and placed one hand behind his head, still holding the bag of kiwis, and the other out in an attack stance. Though there wasn't an ounce of killing intent in the movement and added on top of everything that had happened it was near comical there wasn't an expert fighter alive who wouldn't recognize that Hana's stance was in fact an authentic mixture of practical Jujitsu and Karate. Of course given that he was in a gigai and this was accompanied by no reiatsu it was just as likely he was a skilled human user, however for someone as observant as Gramica it would likely come as a surprise given Hana's demeanor. Hana's front hand formed into a finger and he placed it over his lips, “Shhhhh, forget you heard that, I forgot it was a secret. Have to karate your head in to forgetfulness if you don't forget yourself, yep, yep.” He nodded twice as if agreeing with himself.
With absolutely no warning Hana spun about and brought his finger up into the face of the girl who staggered back a bit, “I HEREBY DECLARE A CLOTHES WAR!!! YOUR CLOTHES ARE FORFEIT!!!”
There was a long drawn out silence until several of the maids exchanged questioning looks, clearly wondering what kook had wondered into their restaurant, meanwhile several nerdy boys sitting around looked as if they understood perfectly and had wandered straight into their own personal fantasy. Hana's eyes became sharp and wandered the room, he made eye contact with several of these young men and it was clear he too understood their intentions. He bounced the bag of stuffed animals in his arms several times and let out a long 'hmmmm' sound while it seemed the maids tried to figure out how best to suggest Hana leave the cafe. Hana suddenly released the bag into the air and yelled out.
“But first...NO PERVERTS ALLOWED!!!”
He fell backwards and let his hands out pushing both off the ground but in different directions propelling himself into a hellishly fast spin that sent his leg straight through the bag splitting it in half. Kiwis went flying everywhere and soon they were aided by Hana as he kicked several and reached for others hurtling them like furry baseballs from hell still in mid-air before he came down landing on a nearby table.
“KIWI BIRRRRRRDDD ARMY!!! ATTACK!!!!”
Several of the patrons were hit square in the middle of the head on the first go and the power behind the supposedly petite little girls throws was observed as they along with their chairs were knocked back on to the floor. The maids let out squeals and the one who appeared the oldest and was likely the owner of the cafe came running around the counter yelling for the crazy girl to stop, but Hana wasn't listening, he was performing an elegant and ridiculous maneuver involving multiple kiwi birds to one boys head. Several patrons who had been lucky enough to avoid fuzz to the head went flying out the door while the rest lay motionless or cowering on the floor. Hana still standing upon his table placed his hands on his hips and cackled madly but before anyone could move on him he pointed to one of the maids who was just over the counter from where May Lee stood.
“May-May! You go for big boobs there, she's your size.” Hana then looked over at a little girl that was obviously his size and pointed, “PREPARE YOURSELF!!! The war comes for your soul!”
Hana propelled off the table and through the air taking a stance much like a lion along the way, this was accompanied by a fitting “RAWR!!!”. The young girl squealed moments before Hana grappled her and they both fell down, disappearing behind the counter.
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Post by Tagz on Aug 16, 2009 2:25:21 GMT -4
Walking into the café, Gramica felt the eyes of several men looking her over. Pathetic and weak humans were now having explicit thoughts of her. Oh, how she wanted to shove a few Balas down their throats, but this was an urge easily suppressed. Just as she asked her question, she spotted a maid coming in their directions. Hana turned back on the maid and had begun her explanation. In truth, Gramica wasn’t sure if she believed this girl a hundred and ten percent. Then again, all that money must’ve come from somewhere. Who’s to say her father wasn’t some billionaire tycoon? Regardless, it was all trivial. Did she really need to pry into the girl’s background? No. Hana wasn’t her threat. What could the short girl do, sexy her to death?
As this amusing thought entered her mind, Hana broke out into an attack stance. This would’ve been quite comical and would’ve added further amusement to her thoughts. That is, if her attack stance wasn’t so… professional. Her form was impeccable. How? It didn’t take Tsukasa entering a completely perfect battle stance for her to begin suspecting him. Now she was seriously questioning the protection she had chosen. At the end of the day, this was not enough for her to put serious thought into the possibility that Hana was also a danger to her. After all, if her father was a powerful billionaire tycoon, he may have several enemies. If this was true, than his children would be potential targets. In case of moments where there were no bodyguards or the ones that were there were incompetent, teaching his daughter such a high level of martial arts would be wise. As well, being taught from a young age, she’d most likely be quite skilled by this age. It was very plausible that she was simply a wealthy man’s daughter and was thus trained to defend herself under any circumstance. It really was possible. In spite of this, there was a bad feeling bubbling at the bottom of her gut.
“Shhhhh, forget you heard that, I forgot it was a secret. Have to karate your head in to forgetfulness if you don't forget yourself, yep, yep.”
She nodded twice as if agreeing with herself. Wow… this chick was really… something. With absolutely no warning Hana spun about and brought her finger up into the face of the girl who staggered back a bit.
“I HEREBY DECLARE A CLOTHES WAR!!! YOUR CLOTHES ARE FORFEIT!!!”
A completely blank expression befell the face of May Lee. This was… *sigh*. The words to describe this situation even elude the most descriptive and literate men. Then… as if… the whole… *sigh*. Must I really reply to this? Really? As amazing a narrator as I may be… what can be said about this? … … … birds ended up soaring through the air in every damn direction. That’s it. *sigh* I should retire. >.>
There was surprising strength behind the girl’s throws. A simple stuffed animal had knocked several men and their chairs to the ground. Wow. Really. Wow. She showed elegance and grace as she hammered a man’s head with several kiwi birds. Again… wow. Gramica stood in awe. She had never… in all her three hundred plus years of life… expected… to see such… bah. What can be said? Hana had managed to rid the store of its perverts and the few who stayed were sprawled out along the floor, some cowering, others motionless. Many maids squealed while a particular one came rushing, calling for the young girl to stop. Meanwhile, Hana ignored all of their calls and cackled maniacally atop a table. She then pointed to a woman behind a counter, near Gramica.
“May-May! You go for big boobs there, she's your size.”
The woman let out a sigh. What was she to do? Nothing but bite the bullet, I suppose. Should Gramica be as wild and energetic as Hana? Was May Lee even that energetic? Things were quite questionable, but again, all that she could do was bite the bullet. Or preferably, go with the flow. Gramica ridded herself of all morality and self restraint. She spun on her heel to face the maid across the counter. She swung out her arms and let out a battle cry.
“WAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!”
She then hopped over the counter, tackling the woman. Screams and cries could be heard coming from behind said counter.
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Post by GoldenKitten on Aug 17, 2009 5:23:26 GMT -4
Hana giggled madly as he attempted to unbutton the back of the dress. Despite this one couldn't help but think he seemed a little less enthusiastic than he acted about the matter, as if he were aiming for something completely different. Just when it looked like he had succeeded the young girl who appeared to be of Chinese origin suddenly stopped squealing and opened her eyes. Hana was shot through the air and over the counter landing on a nearby table where he spun around, jumped once more and came to a skidding stop on the floor. The air of the place changed instantly and a moment later the girl whom May Lee had attacked grabbed out for her arms and sent a well placed kicked to the transfer students chest either to be avoided or taken with incredible brunt. Once both were parted from their particular targets a female laugh echoed through the place and the owner of the cafe came to stand in front of the other girls with her hands on her hips, she pointed at Hana. She appeared to be an American with long curly blond hair and a massive bust but despite her dress she carried a commanding aura.
“Haha, you avoided Huians modified kickboxing strike by bracing your body, it looked like you were hit but you shifted all the strikes weight through your body, you are skilled. I see how it is, no need to pretend otherwise you have come to challenge our dojo.”
Hana ran his hand through his long hair and grinned at the woman before crossing his arms and sending her a cocky grin, “That's right. I wasn't aware of your presence but I knew immediately when I looked into this place, it seems a strange front but I think I understand. You are all female and despite this childish front you all carry yourselves like true martial artist. This training is despicable, you are teaching these girls to co-exist with these loathsome beings who lecherously drool over them and think up perverse thoughts when their existence should be wiped out!” He slashed his fist through the air.
The woman growled and yelled out, “You could never understand. Eliminating all evil from our world is an impossible dream and so instead I teach these girls to defend themselves when necessary and to co-exist with the lesser evils that do no harm.”
Hana broke his stance and pointed at her, “COMPLIANCE WITH EVIL CANNOT BE TOLERATED!!! You might as well be condoning the worst acts yourself if you look over even the smallest evil. This is no longer a battle of martial arts (nobody seemed to point out thirty seconds ago it was a battle for clothes), this is now a battle of belief, I won't even stake my pride on what martial art is the best, I will simply prove your resignation a terrible crime! We are the Disciples of Fate, we challenge your dojo on the ideals we hold dear! Evil cannot prevail!”
“That is just fine by me, we don't practice just one style anyhow, we do whatever it takes to protect ourselves. Your ideals are false, we the Neko-Cafe Association of Female Fighters accept your challenge, and when you are broken at our feet you to will join and understand!” the woman took a step back and moments later pulled a staff out from underneath the nearest counter, “My students, show them the truth behind our beliefs!”
The girls who until moments before had acted like normal cafe maids all replied with a firm, “Yes mam!” and began taking assorted martial arts stances.
The first girl whom had tried to hit Hana launched over the counter with unexpected strength in her legs and a deadly serious look on her face. She was accompanied by two other girls one who was of a unique orient mixture and ripped the sleeves off her outfit as she ran toward Hana exposing heavy musculature that could not be seen before as she took up a traditional Muay Thai stance. The last appeared to be a younger American girl like the leader of the dojo and seemed to be taking up a wado-ryu karate stance. Hana inhaled deeply and closed his eyes as the girls began surrounding him and released the breath while exposing his eyes which showed a new conviction, before they began he spoke.
“Though my opponents are innocent I will show no mercy though I will not kill you, only through defeat can you learn your mistakes. May-May, do not deliver killing blows, simply show them your skill!”, how he knew May Lee could even fight was not explained at this point.
The leader shook her staff at them, “You think you can beat us while going easy?!!!”
Hana allowed himself to grin, “I do. Martial arts should not be used to kill.”
The attackers lunged at him the kickboxer came first and unleashed a barrage of lightning fast kicks. Hana's face went blank and he began blocking the kicks expertly with his hands, catching each as if they were made of air and rebounding the pressure onto the girl so that each blow actually sent her back. However before Hana could completely put his attacker down both the other girls attacked from opposite directions. Hana threw his arms out and at first it appeared he had missed both their first however it soon became apparent he was weaving his jujitsu around their arms and a moment later they found themselves locked in place. Letting out a grunt of force Hana spun backwards launhing off the ground and flipped with her arms still interlocked with her attackers, it took a moment but they finally came off the ground themselves and entered the spin with her. Coming down just as the small kickboxer was reorganizing herself Hana planted a downward kick to the girls back and then released the two other girls full bodied into the ground with a massive bang and a release of pressure through the shop.
Hana made a delicate landing and then a chopping motion with his hand toward the owner of the shop, “You cannot defeat the Disciples of Fate! We have come to show you the ere of your ways as we do all others that would allow evil to exist!”
The leader planted her staff on the counter and a moment later launched over toward Hana, “WE ARE NOT EVIL BUT WE WILL DEFEAT YOU!!!”, slowly the three girls around Hana began to get up as he took a wide-legged stance and placed his hands out around him as if feeling an imaginary circle.
“I have seen through your students attacks, they will be of no use to you, they cannot penetrate my defense. Let us hope your skills can make up for it or before this day is over you will submit!” Hana looked down over his nose at the charging leader with an uncharacteristic sneer.
Meanwhile the big busted Japanese girl that had forced May Lee off also pulled out a staff from the nearby counter as her leader had. She was joined by another smaller Japanese girl with rather fluffy hair that took a traditional iron fist stance and a black girl that had strangely produced a nearby cooking fork as a weapon. The girl with the staff ran forward but with unnatural speed she jumped to the side and kicked off the wall soaring high above May Lee like a bird only this bird was coming down with a huge vertical strike from her staff that could crush concrete. At the same time the girl with the fork slid along the ground completely flat and at the last moment pushed up as to drive the fork at May Lee's belly in a coordinated strike with the one above. Coming in last clearly with the intent that if the first two strikes missed the third would not the smaller girl reared her fist back and began unleashing it, despite her small stature there was an obvious and powerful level of strength behind the attack.
The battle for the Neko-Cafe Association of Female Fighters had begun.
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Post by Tagz on Aug 20, 2009 3:42:45 GMT -4
Gramica had her girl beat. There was no question about it. It was all over. Her outfit belonged to… what? The girl grabbed her arm and drove a powerful kick straight into her chest. With an ‘oof’ escaping her lips, she was sent sailing into the air. She landed near Hana and crashed a few tables doing so. Having the wind forcibly knocked out of her thoroughly pissed the woman off. May Lee was boiling with rage. She shot up into the air, flailing about as she uttered words I do not feel compelled to re-utter. When she landed, she stood by Hana in a dynamic duo like stance. It was around this time that they heard laughter echoing from the back. Then a blonde white girl stood before the crowd of maids. In all honesty, their outfits were not all too intimidating, yet their skills were.
There were challenges made, challenges being accepted, morals questioned, and ideals forced. May Lee was standing by Hana, though the whole ‘compliance with evil’ thing felt like a low blow. The Neko-Café Association of Female Fighters was quick to strike. Their sensei now held a staff and commended her students. This was… a sight to behold. For a brief moment, Gramica questioned what she had done. Was all this worth escaping Tsubasa? Surely he could not have been as bad as Hana. She was the embodiment of hell within a young, gorgeous ‘female’ body, high on a few narcotics to boot. Why, oh why had she not simply walked home with Ana? She had laid low and avoided Tsubasa’s radar. Though admittedly, it was quite easy while Gramica was taking the spot light.
Regardless, what’s done was done and she was now standing beside the craziest bitch she’d met, and coming from an Espada that was really saying something. Somehow, this woman had found herself in the midst of a café, duelling with Neko maids over ideals and beliefs she did not share, nor particularly care about. Damned Hana…
With Hana calling out to make sure Gramica didn’t kill the women, the battle had begun. Hana was being targeted by three girls. May Lee had the same problem on her hands. There was one Japanese girl performing acrobatics as she tried to dazzle the woman with slick moves and damage her from an aerial standpoint. A black girl came from down low aiming to impale her stomach while behind them she could see another Japanese female coming in with what appeared to be a simple punch. Today, nothing seemed as simple as it should be. Gramica swooped down low and slashed her leg at the leg of a nearby table. The leg snapped off and flicked into her hands. Gracefully spinning as she rose up, she connected the wooden leg with the black girl’s fork. She used it to move the girl’s weapon out of the way as to allow a bicycle kick to drill straight into her lower jaw. The kick sent the black girl soaring into the air on a collision path with the descending female. As for the second Japanese woman, her punch was just barely avoided with a beautifully timed sidestep. She spun her body around hers and ended up behind the woman.
Gracefully continuing her spin, she now faced the girl. Her weapon was raised and a cocky grin spread across her pretty face. The woman suddenly grabbed every plastic fork on the small counter by the garbage can. She began flinging them in May Lee’s direction. She threw these forks at such intense speeds that it possessed lethal qualities. May skilfully wielded her wooden table leg as a staff and redirected each utensil off into a harmless direction. Now, the other two girls were on their feet and angry as hell.
“You shall pay for the destruction you’ve caused. You shall pay for the arrogance it took to challenge our dojo. You shall pay for oily hair.”
Spoke the black woman with such disgust resonating off her voice.
“Oh I shall, shall I? Well now, we’ll see your tune change after we denounce this foul place. For allowing such individuals into this store, for allowing such evils to occur, YOU SHALL BE THE ONES TO PAY!!”
Hana’s insanity had begun to manifest within May Lee as well. Gramica had left quite some time ago. The chaos and lunacy going on in this store was too much for the proud Arrancar to take. All that was left was an enraged Chinese transfer student with large breasts and long blonde hair. Wait, was that natural?
The black girl charged in with her long cooking fork as the previous Japanese girl leapt off a table and elegantly landed behind her. A quick spin and she was directing a nasty blow to May’s right side while the black girl aimed her spoon at her stomach once again. Distracted by these two, she had taken her eyes off the second Japanese woman for a split second. This was all it took for her to reappear high above May Lee’s head raining an innumerable amount of plastic forks down upon the girl. Proper body displacement allowed for the metal cooking fork to simply graze her stomach and her wooden table leg to connect with the staff. Bending her knees, May Lee brought the girl wielding the staff down upon her and then lifted her up and tossed her far away. The black girl received a powerful roundhouse kick to her gut before suffering the same fate.
May Lee was all alone as a rain of a thousand or more plastic forks came down, showering her. She raised her own makeshift staff high above her head and began twirling it magnificently. The twirling makeshift staff was now a rapidly rotating makeshift shield. The mass multitude of forks that had caused a downpour upon the attractive female was now being thrown in any and every direction due to its gyrating target.
Once the fork monsoon stopped, May Lee whipped her staff down to her side victoriously. She looked over to the woman who was just now making her poised landing. A sneer invaded her features as she spoke with a high level of haughtiness in her tone.
“As I’ve told your companion, for allowing such evils to exist, you shall all suffer my wrath.”
Funny… coming from the Cinco Espada.
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Post by GoldenKitten on Aug 21, 2009 6:01:34 GMT -4
Irked on by Hana's superior attitude the three students once more surrounded him as their master came hurtling forward. The first student swung a huge roundhouse kick toward Hana's face that surely could have flattened even the bulkiest man. As the kick came close to striking he fell backward at the last moment allowing it to flow over his head and then surprisingly continued to fall until he was parallel with the ground and it appeared as if he had fallen down completely. However upon closer inspection it was clear that he had in fact stopped himself and held his position as flat as a board a mere inch off the ground with the sole power of his ankles, surely a near impossible feat even for a master martial artist. His kicking opponent had no time to consider this though as he quickly wrapped his legs around her one hand planted on the ground and proceeded to right himself into a handstand position. As his hands flattened out on the ground he applied pressure with his wrist and an unexpected burst of energy flew through his body and propelled his vertical stance straight into a connecting kick with the girls jaw, sending her flying across the room.
Hana continued the motion and soared several feet into the air where he pulled into a tight ball and spun an ungodly amount of times. The practitioner of Muay Thai seemed to realize what Hana was attempting but realizing it and being fast enough to block it were two entirely different things. Just as he had struck upward at the first girl he now unleashed his tight rolling ball and brought both legs straight into the other girls face slamming her into the ground with a cataclysmic blast of sound and force that shattered the tile floor beneath them. Hana skidded off the girls back and landed on the ground with one hand and one leg while extending the other two in a prepared defense. Though it was all indeed super-extraordinary it was not out of the realm of a humans capability...assuming that human lived in the world of anime. By this point the master of the dojo had arrived within reach and the remaining karate user was being far more careful to take a defensive stance over her previously offensive demeanor. As the leader came up behind Hana and prepared to strike a massive roar surrounded the shop and moments later every window exploded inward as over a dozen men launched themselves in while screaming as one.
“GRAND MASTER HAAAANNNNAAAA!!!”, one of the older men added, “We saw you from the road, we will help you fight evil this day!”
Each of them was built differently but it was quite obvious every one of them was a martial arts user of some form. Some had arrived in street clothes, others in karate outfits as if they had been on their way to practice and even one man was dressed in the attire of a monk, every one of them wielded a face of anger. They seemed to lock on to the remaining girls and proceed forward but at that moment Hana spun around despite the imminent danger.
“NO! I am testing their very beliefs, if the challenge placed before them now is changed then the lesson is void!” As one all of the men bowed and took a step back, meanwhile the few patrons who hadn't run for the hills by now used this very good chance to exit-stage-left.
Seeing her opportunity the leader struck a powerful downward blow at Hana's exposed back but without looking in her direction Hana lifted his arm and met the wooden weapon with the back of his hand. As if it had hit steel the weapon shuddered and wobbled in its users hand and before she could recover Hana swung a powerful back fist around instantly breaking through the last apprentices guard sending her across the shop and into a wall. With all three students eliminated Hana swirled around to her opponent who looked to be in shock at the previous block and rose her hands into an attack stance.
“H-how!?” She uttered.
“The body can be trained far beyond what regular humans believe. It is quite literally not what is on the outside but the inside, even the daintiest damsel can have muscles of steel.” He smiled at that.
The woman sputtered for a moment before asking, “Who are you really?”
“Me? I'm Hana.” He answered truthfully though it obviously wasn't what the woman had wanted to know.
Behind Hana one of the men piped up, “You fight Grand Master Hana of the Justice Disciples! Also known as the Disciples of Fate amongst ourselves!”
Eyes growing wide the woman backed off, “You? YOUR HANA?!!! The leader of the Justice Disciples, the largest martial arts following in the world? The ones who teach all that crock about eliminating evil and building a better world for everyone?!! Ha-ha-ha don't make me laugh, even if such a ridiculous urban legend were true would their leader be here, and would they look like you? HOW RIDICULOUS!!! You've just come to mock us, and set all this up beforehand.”
Hana leaned in close with a devious smile, “Urban legend? You would only think that because of your false path, all those who seek the worthy and righteous path know me and know our cause.”
Before anymore could be said Hana bounded backwards and landed on a nearby table, one of the few left standing. He reached on to his back and deftly unzipped his backpack, grabbed inside and extracted something in the process. He began to spin around several times as an abnormal glitter trail formed behind him, only once one realized what he was holding could they truly understand the horror that was approaching. With a light in his eyes Hana put his hand on his waist, split his legs in a defiant pose and held a bright pink plastic wand with white feathers and a star at the end high into the air.
“Never fear! Magical Hana has come to show you the path of love and courage, come now, let me show you the true way. LOVE AND COURAGE!!!” He threw the hand at his waist out into a peace sign while jumping like a cheerleader once before landing back on the ground.
The leader of the dojo looked disgusted and pissed off, “Don't you mock me you annoying BITCH!!!”, she charged Hana and performed a wide sweeping attack with her wooden rod.
On the other end of the shop a similar battle was raging, just with a little less random insanity, but not by much. Despite seeming totally absorbed in the pageantry of the event Hana had been keeping tabs on the woman and was impressed by what he saw. Of course everything he had said was true and humans could exceed their limits, but given the doubts already placed on May Lee and this new evidence it was becoming increasingly clear that Saigotschuu had chosen his target accurately. Regardless Hana had more than a few plans to insure the truth behind this, and hey, it was going to be fun to boot. Realizing May Lee could handle herself he turned on the leader of the dojo, prepared to finish this. ((OOC: In other words since you took control I'll let you beat them up in whatever fashion appeals to you, finish them!))
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Post by Tagz on Aug 28, 2009 2:58:15 GMT -4
Immersed in her own battle, she still managed to keep watch over Hana’s actions. She seemed to be handling herself quite well. For a young and fragile looking girl, this was surely surprising. Meanwhile, Gramica’s plastic fork throwing opponent had re-armed herself within a second. She had reached behind her back and plucked a long black staff from Hammerspace. She held this new staff with great pride. With a taunt she leapt forward and began darted towards her at great speeds. She began a series of strikes. Jabs, sweeps, slashes, all were beautifully and expertly parried with May Lee’s less attractive, makeshift staff. The Japanese woman was becoming irritated by her opponent’s relatively easy parries. She ducked down low in an attempt to sweep the exchange student’s legs when the young girl hoped into the air. May Lee stabbed the wooden leg onto the floor and propped herself up in a handstand atop her staff. As she did this, the black girl had recovered and came dashing towards her. This time, the woman held a bamboo katana, most likely the kind used to practice swordsmanship safely. Gramica scoffed at the pathetic excuse of a weapon. She had dabbled in the arts of swordsmanship and never once practiced with such weapons. She had ‘safely’ slashed apart her opponents with her elegant Zanpakuto. Now this black girl wanted to challenge that? What idiocy. What buffoonery. The Japanese woman took this opportune moment to knock down May Lee’s means of support. Slashing at the staff, she succeeded and bringing the weapon to the floor, skidding off in a random direction. However, the Arrancar had long since leapt off of the weapon and was now standing atop yet another table. The elder Japanese woman had yet to make her reappearance, leaving Gramica to believe she had been effectively knocked out. The black girl stood to her right, the Japanese woman to her left. Both bore their special weapons and were ready to finally settle this little scuffle. By this time, a thunderous roar had engulfed the entire area. Stampeding feet were also heard and soon enough, the windows shattered and doors were broken down. Over a dozen men came rushing in, hollering at the top of their lungs. “GRAND MASTER HAAAANNNNAAAA!!!” … Grand… master? What was this about? Who exactly was this girl? The whole ‘Disciples of Fate’ thing, was this an actual group? When had she… no… why had she allowed herself to get sucked into such ludicrousness? Worse yet, the leader of the dojo seemed to know the ‘fabled’ Hana and her Justice Disciples. What in the world had she gotten herself into? No! This was not the time for that. Gramica’s attackers had begun their assault. The black girl leapt into the air and came down with a powerful strike, while the Japanese one swatted the table’s legs in an attempt to make it give way beneath the girl’s feet. Gramica’s pulled apart her staff as it became apparent that it sectioned off into a three section staff. Why the Neko-café had used a large Nunchaku as a leg prop was a story for another day. The handles were each a foot long, the connecting chain was half that. With professional maneuvers she placed her slapped the chain onto the girl’s bamboo katana and had the handle wrap around it a few times. As she completed her descent, May Lee yanked her weapon and jerked the black woman off to her left. By then, the table legs had been destroyed and she was coming down. A cartwheel would allow her to fall of the table, away from the Japanese woman, and put a slight distance between the two of them. The black woman had now righted herself and gotten into position. They both launched their attacks simultaneously. What a bother… May Lee’s arms each wrapped around the two outer handles of her Nunchaku, respectively. The center rested upon the back of her neck. As the two came rushing in, she unravelled her left arm and swung with her right. The sectioned staff had whipped across her back and struck at the Japanese chick first. Though she managed to block, she had to halt her movements to do so. The black girl continued to move closer as May Lee brought the other end of her Three-Part-Nunchaku to block. She then shot her left leg into the air and brought it down on the chained section connecting the center piece to the one being defending against by the Japanese woman. This lashed the end piece back into her possession as she connected the two other pieces together. As Gramica wrapped her arm around the conjoined middle and right end sections, the black girl had swung her bamboo katana at her ribcage. How troubling… Stepping off the chain, May Lee had whipped her right arm in the direction of the young ladies head. While doing this, she made a side flip, narrowly avoided the impact. The smaller of the two sections remaining had connected with the girl’s head, surely leaving her with a massive headache. As she made her graceful landing, she was struck down from behind. Such a pain… The cause of Gramica’s throbbing right shoulder was a strike from the supposedly knocked out Japanese female. She had smacked her square in base of her neck with Tabak-Toyok styled Nunchaku. The Chinese exchange student had fallen to her knees. As this took place, the other female had bitch slapped her with her black staff, sending May Lee straight to the floor. What a bitch… The black girl had risen to her feet and returned to lashing out. Oh, lord. Who shall help May Lee out? Who? Who? WHO?!!! As Gramica contemplated her options, it… it was him. Katano! What the hell was he doing here? This was the very boy that had challenged Tsubasa earlier that day. This was the man that had annoyed the hell out of May Lee for the past several days that she had been a part of their regime. Who knows how or why he ended up standing beside her sprawled out body, but he was. As May Lee wrestled to her feet, Katano was now several feet off, doing battle with the three girls that had bested her. Though in all honesty, she had been struggling NOT to do serious damage to them. Causing just enough damage and avoiding murder was a fine line to cross when one’s skill vastly outmatches another’s. Katano held a pair of blunt, wooden Sai. As the black girl struck across with her bamboo katana, Katano caught the weapon in between the center spike and one of the smaller ones. The other Sai was used to defend against the Japanese girl’s black staff. As the remaining woman came in with her Nunchaku, Katano spun around, causing the other girls to loose their footing. He lunged forward, ducking and weaving her attacks until he was close enough to her to forcefully bring his to Sai together around her neck. The dual ‘karate chops’ made the poor girl blackout. Her yes went white and she fell to her knees, after which, she dropped flat on the floor. Katano turned his attention back to the other girls, mocking them with his arrogant glare. The young man stood between the two chicks when suddenly, Gramica fell from the sky, landing beside him. With a warm smile taking over the boy’s features, May Lee simply rolled her eyes. She reeeaaaallly did not like having to receive his aid. But if she didn’t, she may end up taking things to far. This would make her life that much more difficult. With a sigh, she placed her back up against his as they stared down their own opponents. Gramica faced the black girl while Katano was preparing to fight the Japanese woman. ~~~ Fast Forward ~~~ Dusting their hands off, they looked over the shop. Tables were turned, snapped in half, and some were utterly destroyed. Broken chairs were scattered across the place. Utensils were lying about. With some unneeded words of triumph, Gramica turned from the man. [Hmm… and now… I sleep. I shall finish it up tomorrow. Yes, yes I shall.]
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