Uryuujin
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Post by Uryuujin on Aug 27, 2008 13:33:25 GMT -4
The Sexta Espada is quite Territorial. He doesn't like intruders or invaders in his homeland. When he learned that the Shinigami were planning an assault, he was excited because of the potential battle against Infidels. However, this news will not please him. Thought the Head Fraccion serving Seteku Drakulya, Vrykolakas Servidor. "My lord, I hate to interrupt, but the Shinigami have broken into Las Noches at a point not too far from your residence. They are headed in it's Direction." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Seteku did not take this news well. Forgetting about his guest, he stood and shouted to the one hundred and some odd Fraccion working below. "FORGET THIS, COME MY SERVANTS. THEY ARE AT OUR GATES!!!!!! RETURN TO THE CASTLE AND PREPARE FOR THE ASSAULT!!" At this, all Fraccion immediately stopped what they were doing, and swiftly departed for the castle. They knew their master would not permit a single step of enemies onto his territory, on pain of death, for both sides. Some, however, brought with them some of his psychological weapons. However, they were not needed, for there was already a forest around the castle, made of these 'psychological weapons'. On large stakes of varying height were bodies. There were Shinigami with agony eternally etched upon there faces next to Hollows of every kind and description, all suspended on these wooden instruments of Impalement. Some were Burned, some were bloated as if recently in water. Some were grotesquely scarred all over, though the worst weren't marked at all. These stakes stuck out of the victims from mouthes, ears, eyes, skulls, chests, backs, and sometimes arms. Kept in random states of decomposition, these corpses were hung as decoration for the Terrible and great castle on the hill above. It, and the region around were cloaked in shadow. Large and imposing against the all white background the Black shape loomed, striking fear into many who saw it. upon closer look, the walls were covered in statues growing out of the walls, of Demons and Arrancar torturing other beings, no matter the race. The victims had unimaginable agony carved eternally into the rock, while the Torturers showed only glee in their work. The Black gates themselves were terrible depictions of crimes committed by the former Wallachian prince in life. Arriving at this horrifying scene, Seteku grinned from ear to ear, bearing his sharp, elongated canine teeth. "Home sweet home! Lets make sure those Damned Shinigami Don't step foot inside!!!!" The Espada shouted to his Fraccion, to a deafening roar of agreement. Noting those who kept silent and/or pretended to shout for future reference, Seteku began ordering the preparation of barricades and Spiritual Weapons. Then he went to his Stealth Fraccion, Servidor Oculto, number Sexta under Seteku Drakulya. "Oculto, I have a job for you" --------------------------------------------------------------------- Oculto was walking slowly toward the strongest Shinigami Reiatsu pattern, holding a missive written in his own hand addressed to the leader of this group. As well, he was dropping pamphlets on the ground wherever he saw Shinigami were going to be. He figured the only reason they did not kill him on sight is because they couldn't notice him. Their eyes would try to see him, but would instantly be drawn to any point where he was not. Unfortunately, he could not offensively take advantage of this, and moved on. As soon as he saw the source of the Reiatsu, he dropped the missive, threw the rest of the pamphlets into the air like confetti, and ran back toward the castle, with only 10 minutes before the expiration of his Resurrection. ---------------------------------------------------- ((These are the contents of the Pamphlets, written in a glossy Red ink, resembling blood. They are written in Oculto's hand, an ancient and elegant Cursive.)) Greetings to you, Infidel Invaders. I am Seteku Drakulya, Sexta Espada of the land you are invading. I wish you to know this: If you are being forced to attack against your will, i will allow you to become my guests, and no harm shall befall you. If, however, you attack of your own accord, then i shall have no choice but to kill you. And to those whom i capture, I will not allow you to die anytime soon, to your dismay. Any Ottomans will suffer for the next hundred years. I shall meet you soon
[shadow=black,left,300]Seteku Drakulya[/shadow] ((on the reverse is a depiction drawn by Oculto of hundreds of corpses impaled upon stakes)) ----------------------------------------------------------------- ((The Missive is written in the same ink as the pamphlet, in Oculto's hand once more)) Greetings to you, Infidel Commander. I do not bear any grudge against you, should you turn out not to be of Ottoman origins, and have no need to kill you, save the enjoyment of doing so. However, should you try to attack my castle, you shall meet the same fate as all those outside my Doors. That said, should you be doing this against your will, I shall allow you to live, quite comfortably under my care until such time it is safe to release you. This is unlikely, but still possible, so i offer it to you. I would also ask that you allow any who wish to do so to take refuge with me, should any choose to do so. I will see you soon on the Battlefield. As friends or enemies is your choice.
[shadow=black,left,300]Seteku Drakulya[/shadow]
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Firechild
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"Death is but a limitation..."
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Post by Firechild on Aug 28, 2008 17:23:52 GMT -4
Arashi stared at the holes that the shinigami made, and decided he would follow Yun with his Chosen. Yet there was still a mass of hollow trying to attack them...The Wind Master's reietsu flared violently, and he turned around away from the walls of Las Noches before entering himself. He calmly raised his hand, fingers spread wide apart as he bared his palm. And without uttering a word, a wall of yellow energy erupted from his hand, spreading to the width of a football field, and as tall as the goal post. All the hollow that were caught in the blast disintegrated as if they never existed. When the blast cleared, the white sand of Hueco Mundo was stained and burned black. For three miles a strip of charred sand would be found leading away from Las Noches like a black road, slowly being covered up by the dead wind that blew there. Without a second thought, the Wind Master took one look at Minoru before entering the hole in the wall, withdrawing into the Belly of the White Fortress of Las Noches.
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A lone figure walks through the wasteland known as Heuco Mundo. Or the White Desert. His armored cloak blowly lightly in the breeze. His eyes glowed faintly in the colorless world, as he wandered without a mission. A massive scythe blade attached to his right forearm, his skull like mask and his overall aura of shadows gave any passer by the inclination you do NOT want to be on his bad side. This was the Vasto Lorde Rakugosha. More commonly known among Hollows as Shirakarite. The White Reaper. Easily among the most powerful of the Menos Grande, most cringe in fear at the site of him. Even some Adjuchas shirk away in fright. Being one of the few to survive the onslaught of the Vasto Lorde known only as Z. Having actually defeated the beast, he was revered by a group of Adjuchas called the Reapers as their leader. Raku turned the offer down...and slaughtered them because of their so called Justice. They believed that all Hollow should be under their service like slaves.
The White Reaper stood still a moment glancing in the direction of Las Noches. He saw a door made of green light open briefly before vanishing into the black sky. It would seem...Our fair Desert of Hueco Mundo has visitors... Spoke the Vasto Lorde calmly. As a few spirit levels of near Espada strength entered his vision, along with several others. I would guess these are Shinigami... Memories of what they did to him and his town when he was still in the world of the living flashed through his mind and he made the decision to confront them. If he died, he died. If he lived, he lived. It no longer mattered to the physically emotionless Menos. He began making his way over there, staying his reietsu so as not to be detected.
As Shirakarite grew closer he could make out roughly their numbers. There were a good 2 or 3 dozen of them. All spread out in a circle to protect some of the others it would seem. And yet...the ones inside the circle were for the most part stronger then the ones on the outside. Raku found this strange, yet interesting. He was close to the party now, and could make out three figures with white coats. 2 grown men and a small child. Yet they all had very high levels of reietsu not unlike the strength of the high numbered Espada. Smaller hollow were indeed attacking the party. Raku observed them as they reached the white wall, of Las Noches and after several moments finally pierced the barrier. As they did so another gate opened, opened by one of the white clad Shinigami. Several more of the robed swordsman entered the White Desert; including a few more white clad Shinigami. Then...they entered the white fortress, and right as everyone save the one shinigami who opened the second gate was within the depth of the White Fortress, was when Raku finally revealed himself. I would welcome you to Hueco Mundo shinigami...if you were welcome here. But unfortunately you are not...and too that end you must be eliminated...I promise it will be painless. Or as painless as I can make it without you fighting. This Captain would probably think him arrogant...For that comment surely sounded so even if it had no feeling behind it. But it was Raku's way of simply saying that he didn't have much of a choice being a Vasto Lorde.
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Post by Galihan on Aug 28, 2008 19:46:50 GMT -4
It was time to advance into the heart of Las Noches, following Nekomi and Yun as the they led a first wave into the fortress itself. Minoru was ordered to bring up the rear along with the forces of Squad One after Squads Ten and Eleven, so he decided he's stick to the rear flank and proceed onward after everyone else got inside to ward off any threats from behind. He knew that it wouldn't be awkward in situations like this for a lone attacker to pick off the weaker units one by one from behind the moment the larger army splits up, in fact he was expecting that there would be something trying to stalk them after seeing how futile the efforts of the previous hollow were when their only strategy was to howl and charge like a pack of unorganized idiots. As the last of Squad One's forces made it through, Minoru looked back and stood still, cautious as he felt a fierce presence approach. The captain's hand reached for his zanpakuto the moment he heard a voice address him.
"I would welcome you to Hueco Mundo shinigami...if you were welcome here. But unfortunately you are not...and too that end you must be eliminated...I promise it will be painless. Or as painless as I can make it without you fighting."
Minoru drew the blade from it's bronze sheath and held it ahead of him, arm and wrist slightly curved holding the blade with only one hand instead of two, as was more commonly done among most wielders of zanpakuto. This was finally his opportunity to show off his fighting prowess as a captain of the Gotei 13.
"Eliminated?" the captain spoke out loud with an almost skeptical tone which might invoke the anger of a less collected opponent. "I apologize for the intrusion, but somebody from here borrowed some of our children without asking, would you happen to know where we can find them? If you could point me in the right direction then I'll gladly be on my way and out of your hair." A large sarcastic grin stretched across his face quickly drooped into a serious frown as he began to raise his power to make it clear that he wasn't just being an careless fool. He did intend to fight, and win, hopefully quickly.
"If you are serious about fighting me, hollow, then I will gladly accept your challange for I am Minoru Daichi, Captain of Squad 12."
He stood still, anticipating any potential sudden attacks or cheap tricks, while considering how he himself could utilize as many of the cheap tricks he brought with him if possible.
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Firechild
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Post by Firechild on Aug 29, 2008 16:23:40 GMT -4
The ever stale air of Hueco Mundo blew through the area, covering the very edge of the black strip of charred sand on which Raku stood. "Eliminated?" the white clad shinigami spoke with an almost skeptical tone, though this had no effect on Raku. "I apologize for the intrusion, but somebody from here borrowed some of our children without asking, would you happen to know where we can find them? If you could point me in the right direction then I'll gladly be on my way and out of your hair." The White Reaper remand silent through this Shinigami's little speech. And then nodded as if in understanding. "I know not of what goes on in Las Noches. I try to avoid the place if at all possible."
A grin stretched across his face before quickly drooping into a serious frown as if he had never grinned at all. That was when the Soul Reaper began to raise his power to make it clear that he did intend to fight. "If you are serious about fighting me, hollow, then I will gladly accept your challange for I am Minoru Daichi, Captain of Squad 12."
A flash of anger raced across Raku's face. "Know your place Death God...I am no mere mindless hollow that's only thought is survival. I am no beast, I am Shirakarite. And that is the last name you shall ever hear." The rage that had coated Raku's voice at being called one of those worthless beings; those Desecrators, faded swiftly replaced by calm acceptance. The cloak around Raku's shoulders waved in the wind before falling around his ankles as the stale air stopped blowing. "But very well...Let us not waste time on anymore pleasentries." And at that, Raku vanished; making it seem as if he had the capability to use Sonido, when all it was, was the fact that the White Reaper's speed was near as fast as a Vice Captain's flash step. With a whumph of displaced air he prepared a Cero at point blank range behind the Captain.
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Post by Galihan on Aug 29, 2008 20:17:51 GMT -4
"Know your place Death God...I am no mere mindless hollow that's only thought is survival. I am no beast, I am Shirakarite. And that is the last name you shall ever hear." Said the menos as he prepared to launch his attack, the anger in his voice apparent that he was far superior to the fodder that had been encountered since the time Minoru had arrived in Hueco Mundo along with Yun, Nekomi, and their soldiers. "But very well...Let us not waste time on anymore pleasentries." Shirakarite vanished and reappeared behind Minoru, too close for the captain to avoid the Cero was being charged at point blank range. Minoru turned around, and held the palm of his left hand straight out, and without an incantation he performed a binding spell.
"Bakudo # 55, Mirror Wall!"
Just before the Cero was fired, a clear wall of energy had formed in between Shirakarite and Minoru, protecting the shinigami from a direct hit of the energy attack. The barrier wasn't able to completely withstand the blast, but the amount of damage that managed to knock back Minoru was minimal, while the bulk of the attack would either had been redirected around the barrier or backfire and injure the person that fired the Cero in the first place. While not as powerful as the full Cero, whatever amount that did backfire would probably be enough to leave Shirakarite dazed if just for a moment.
"Hado # 63, Thunder Roar Cannon!"
From the palm of Minoru's left hand a powerful Hado spell was being charged in hopes of dealing a heavy blow to the hollow. In that moment, Minoru intended to mimic Shirakarite's opening attack with use of a flash step to appear behind his opponent and launch his own powerful attack. The spell wouldn't be as powerful as it would be had he been bothered to recite the incantation, but at this point it was just about getting an early lead and not letting this battle drag on for too long.
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Post by Mr. Butterfly on Aug 29, 2008 23:06:59 GMT -4
In the corner of Los Noches, the immense capital for Arrancars, there is a building. Yes, a building in Los Noches, a mini-city in a fortress- amazing, right? The building itself is quite large for one of it's type. It's type is that of a large Catholic Church, one you would think comes complete with it's own set of Nuns and a Holy Father. However, a more sever glance at it will tell you otherwise. On the front pillars, instead of carvings of holy little chubby angels and harps and white pearly golden gates, something more ominous is depicted. Figures embroidered in Islamic symbols are shown being struck down by others of Christian and Catholic tones, with the French and English flags behind them. The roof is slanted, but what looks like the stain red of old blood coats the top like a fresh layer of paint. And then there is the matter of the large doors. Giant doors, made of slab wood like something off of a late Castlevanian fort of war. Heavy iron adorns the wood , giving it an older appearance. And yet it's what inside that counts....and it's what lies within the Cathedral Noches, as it's fondly called, that scares the weak Arrancar away. And yet, one stood out front.
Petite, with blond locks showing away through dark skin and half of a bird like mask, the Arrancar, Delfini as she was called, was nervous about entering. They all knew about the one who resided here - he was deadlier to them than some of the stronger Espada. The reason for this was simple - this guy was insane. But, the Arrancar had to deliver her message, despite her fears. Delfini slowly pushed open the heavy doors - and indeed, they felt like pure lead to her.
Inside the Cathedral was a dark atmosphere. The room itself was poorly lit, only a few large clay-style lights illuminating the dark place. The inside resembled a common place of worship for the average worshiper, bored of their chosen worship and their fellow worshipers, and the one they worshiped. The center mass had a few rows of long benches, each one intricately carved out of wood and draped with red silk cloth. The ceiling was held up by 6 long pillars, which were plain, slab white. The ceiling itself was another matter. Many churches have paintings on the ceiling, off something biblical or related to heavenly vibes. The one on the Cathedral Noches was something different entirely. It showed a skirmish, from long ago. Muslims and Ottomans were side by side, blood showing on their stained uniforms. And surrounding them, spears and swords afoot, were the Purgers - the Catholics and the French and the British troops, all united to rid themselves of Islamic curses. It was beautiful - however, it didn't belong their originally. Someone had smashed it into the ceiling, with power wrought to hammer it in. It was originally stolen from a human museum, yet placed here. The cracks that had appeared in the ceiling had long since been sealed up by Arrancar workers.
Delfini stumbled in, looking to the altar before her. It was less of an altar and more of a single podium surrounded by half burned and torn books of Worship. She approached clumsily, seeing the enormous bulk behind the podium toss down a book and shoot a small concentrated reiatsu burst at it, shredding it. She flinched, and whimpered aloud. Uh oh.
Relampago Principe is not someone you want to whir around, take three singular long strides, pick you up only to realize your feet are several feet from the ground, and glare at you. The Espada was huge, tall and ladened with muscle. His dark skin gave him a demonic tone, like a demon of the Amazon. Fractures of a small mask were apparent around his steel eyes and bald scalp. And his breath was ragged in his rage - he was upset from not finding the scripture he had been toiling for. Delfini almost fainted.
Rela's loud voice woke her up.
"Well?! What does a weakling like you want with me? Huh? Speak up, infidel, or I might just feel like adding a new color to the wood behind me."
Delfini spoke up, her voice cracked and nerve racked.
"T-the Shinagami have come to Hueco Mundo a-and have begun to close in on the fortress, oh Holy and hopefully M-m-merciful one!"
Relampago's face was expressionless. Then, he suddenly threw Delfini down, and she landed into a bench quite hard, knocking it over. Her head was bleeding openly as she laid very still, still alive but unconscious. The Espada then turned around and stormed out in a haste, his long legs taking him many steps at a time.
He belted out in rage as he stormed, his goal to reach the outer gate of Los Noches.
"How...how DARE they? those....those DAMN SHINAGAMI! THEY...they are TRESPASSING," He said, smacking a Numeros out of his way, his head cracking against the wall. "IN THESE LANDS?!? This...it's an outrage!" At this, another Arrancar's ribs were cracked.
Word must have spread, since the moment Relampago's feet had carried him to the exit, the entryway was open for him. The Numeros must have thought it would be best to keep him out of the way.
He walked out onto the sand, feeling numerous reiatsu presences. Wonderful- more challenges to crush. He set off into the desert itself, towards where he sensed a strong pressure ahead of him...one that was not that of an Espada...
He could have smiled.
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Firechild
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Post by Firechild on Aug 31, 2008 23:36:23 GMT -4
Raku expected a response of this calibur, leading his beliefs to be confirmed that captains were no mere Shinigami. Just as Rakugosha was not an ordinary Hollow. He wasn't even an ordinary Menos. The sand shifted beneath Raku's left foot as he spun around to meet Minoru, what he did not expect was the strength of his Kidou.
"Hadou #63: Thunder Roar Cannon!" Raku delivered a swift kick to the Captain's abdomen before being blown back as if from an explosion by the sheer power of the Kidou. A back flip in the air and a three meter skid along the desert ground left Raku a little worse for wear. His energy was already beginning to reach it's limits...As if Minoru was somehow pushing him to the very limit of his capabilities. "You think you can best me with energy attacks? I admit you are skilled...But how skilled I wonder?" The White Reaper muttered the last bit, for once a bit hesitant...It seemed he may have messed with the wrong person. The air rippled around the curved blade attached to his forearm, fading to a green hue before bursting with emerald power. The resulting projectile was released with a slash from Raku's arm, spinning through the air like a saw blade at an alarming pace aimed at the Shinigami's chest.
Shirakarite's breathing was becoming ragged, it seemed he had already begun to tire. "How am I so much weaker then him? There must be something..." The White Reaper calmly speculated this within his mind. As he thought of a way out of the situation.
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ZR0 C00L
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Post by ZR0 C00L on Sept 1, 2008 4:48:38 GMT -4
The trek through the white sands of Hueco Mundo was akin to an adolescents visit to a candy store. Dismembered and broken bodies and corpses littered ground, causing the 9th division captain to almost lose his usual hardened demeanor and smile to portray his delight in what he saw before him. Almost, but still the kind of opponent that could cause that kind of reaction had yet to make an appearance. Though it did raise his anxiety to watch as Zodd and Volk, ripped, sliced, tore and hacked their way through the on rush of lesser things. It did provide him with some joy to see the vigor with which they had taken life. Vigor aside though, Hitotsu’s patience was already worn out. Troublesome questions invaded his usually calm mind.
Is this not the land of hollows? Have they no taste for blood? Where are these mighty Espada I am to fear? It seems that they fear me. Cowards.
As they neared the white city, not a single being befitting a swing of his mighty sword had made itself known. The four shinigami had made there way right up to the city walls, the sheer magnitude of the building would be impressive to most. But the captain just saw it as an annoyance. Simply a hurdle in the path of the battle he yearned for, the war he had to reign down on this place. As the quartet stood near the stonework, three arrancar leapt from their hiding spots and descended down towards them. The captain did not so much as bat an eyebrow. His lieutenant cut them to ribbons before they had a chance to realize they had been cut, their bodies fell to the sands with an accompanying cascade of blood. Hitotsu applauded his young vice captain. She had grown strong since he had met her in rukongai. A killer through and through, she was a true warrior.
Not wasting time, Volk had readied one of Laetitias charges and inserted it into the white stone of Las Noches. Seconds later the wall was breached and the 9th division was on their way inside. Set before them were dozens of lowly adjuchas, his squad knew what to do, Zodd and Volk pushed forward cutting down all those in the way. The hallways of the hollow city were becoming littered with corpses as the group moved through the halls. To Hitotsus dismay after the initial batch of opposition Las Noches offered no other resistance. Hitotsu took the lead in front of his team, his bloodlust rising. Something had to die. At times like these, the others knew to give their captain a wide berth. They had gone through many corridors with no luck, the captain could barely even sense the reiatsu of anything anywhere near his vicinity.
But just as the captain was going to curse his foul luck, a faint trace, like a whisper in the wind, barely noticeable but definitely there, if only for the briefest of moments, an enemy above the peons they had met previously. And then it had vanished as quickly as it had appeared. The captain turned his head to inform his team of the obvious fact that this kill belonged to him, when the arched doorway he stood under the threshold of exploded violently in a hale of large white stones. With a burst of reiatsu shot forth from his body to deflect the rock raining down on him as he calmly stepped forward as the entrance to the room was sealed off behind him.
The room he now found himself in was completely darkened but within that darkness he could feel the reiatsu he had felt earlier in the room with him. But the signal was elusive, he couldn’t quite pin down an exact location but knew it was nearby. Hitotsu had gotten his wish, someone to kill, to mutilate and satisfy even a small fraction of his hunger for death. From behind the veil of shadow a voice sounding as if it came from every corner of the room at once spoke out.
“Shinigami. You dare to intrude into Las Noches. You shall be put to death, know my power and despair.” Threatened the voice.
“You’ll suffice………for now” The captain replied flatly.
Within the darkened room, a smile on Hitotsu's face had appeared he had found suitable prey.
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Post by GoldenKitten on Sept 1, 2008 6:24:40 GMT -4
To say Kazuma was seething was an understatement of epic, world destroying proportions. It was true he wasn’t the angry type, particularly toward his followers but nobody said he wasn’t “human” and the day’s events coupled with Yamato and Hitotsus outright disobedience was getting to him. For a long time he simply directed his attention to Sake as he tended to the senkaimon and its immediate defenses with his people and members of his own division as they delivered updates on progress being made in both worlds. However after a bit his inner turmoil boiled over and he began to pace, he couldn’t shake the feeling that what they were trying was already a long shot and this folly on two of his prized captains parts could very well be their undoing. He knew he couldn’t trust them on the other side anymore than he should have here and so with the quick thinking you would expect of the Commander General he scanned the large crowd and then set off in a particular direction.
Walking across the large flat ground any shinigami in his way immediately stepped to the side no matter how determined they had been to keep on the move moments prior, Kazuma who would normally have thanked them simply passed by. A small train of first divisions members had begun to follow after him after he walked away without telling them anything but he made no attempt to inform them one way or another. Then with no warning there was a roar, Kazuma momentarily turned his head to watch the first hollow brave enough to chance the gate pass through, it was sliced into more pieces than you could count before even half its body made it all the way through. Still Kazuma knew there might only be weak hollows at first but the longer the gateway remained open the more chance someone dangerous would break through.
This thought still in his mind he was finally upon his target, Jerimiah, the 8th squad Captain. While each captain taking part in the defense was still in control of their squad they had been asked to organize around it based on Jerimiahs plans. They were all skilled in deploying their troops in such a fashion but Jerimiah had by far the most knowledge about how to do so on a large scale. After Yun, Jerimiah was probably the closest captain to Kazuma for like Yun they had allot in common unlike other Captains who while he trusted were not as close a match for his personality. Currently he was doing exactly what you would expect him to be doing, standing around and organizing everyone, just as he had been told. Still nobody could miss someone of the commander generals’ stature walking toward them and their eyes had connected before he spoke.
“We have a problem obviously. Yamato and Hitotsu broke the plan on this side, they could very well do so on the other side and to much is at stake now. It isn’t just about the children or doing damage to Hueco Mundo anymore, if they broke the plan every shinigami in their own and those other divisions sent could be in danger. Organize who you will and go through the gate, if you can, insure they continue their mission properly but if they have already proceeded within your first job is to get to Yun, Nekomi and Minoru wherever they are and make sure they have the manpower they expected to have.”
He nodded at Jerimiah and from his tone it was clear this wasn’t an order to be discussed, it was to be followed, immediately. You couldn’t really blame Kazuma for his directness, soldiers like Yamato and Hitotsu were meant to do their job, no matter their personal desires and they were treating the Gotei 13 like a bunch of mercenaries out to do whatever they wanted.
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The moment everything collapsed Laetitia had tried to jump through the doorway but ended up pulled back by one of Volks long shoulder arms that was usually meant for killing in time to just miss being crushed by a giant piece of debris the size of a car. She cursed and everyone present immediately felt the surge of power that activated from the other side where their captain was. It wasn’t as if any of them doubted their leader but as his followers it was their duty to be there, particularly since he expressly brought them along, even if he told them to stay out of it if they were there. For that reason Laetitia was actively attacking the cave-in with her weapon before the rocks had hardly settled. For the briefest of moments Volk who was standing behind her just kind of rubbed his head, unsure what to make of his favorite person violently attacking a pile of rocks but understanding her feelings he made no remark of it.
“If you might move mi’lady, I should think my abilities would be particularly suited to this endeavor.” He remarked gingerly.
Laetitia shot him a look that would have made most shinigami in the Gotei 13 pee their pants and go running for their mommy but he simply smiled back at her, after a moment she moved out of the way though the look never left her face. Volk stood in front of the large pile of debris and reared back, with one massive slam of all his arms the entire thing shook but didn’t really move that much, trying a different approach he began to grapple the largest of the rocks to see what would happen if it was pulled out. He was just about to pull it when an orange stream of energy shot directly in front of his face practically taking his nose off in the process. All of them had a short moment to look and spot a long golden longsword with a black hilt stuck into the wall next to him before it was pulled back by the orange energy down the dark hall.
“Ai-ai~~…mistress always gives me the strong ones. They look strong…and mean, why can’t she ever give me weak ones, I’m not strong enough for this…” A young and kind voice said from down the hall. A young man appeared into the light of the thin hall with the sword that had just been thrown dangling between the pinky and ring fingers of his right hand while he brought his pointer fingers together in front of his face. He sported long orange hair that dropped all the way to his waist and was kept behind him in a ponytail and had jade green eyes that seemed unfocused and blurry, he has a long piece of mask with two fangs worn around his neck like a collar. He looked completely unlike the other arrancar here in terms of clothing; he had a black body-suit that hugged his lanky form closely and completely over every inch of his body other than his head. He also had a kilt like skirt draped from his mid-section to his knees though there was a cut in the side, all of this was lined with gold. His eyes continued to drift between them, still uncertain and unfocused while he bent his fingers against one another.
“A giant, an abomination and a demon…mistress is so mean to Aggribel. I can’t beat them.” He sounded very unconvinced of his abilities, even his tone sounded depressed.
All three members of 9th squad had backed away from the cave-in and were now watching the new arrival that seemed to call himself Aggribel. None of them were convinced by the young boys words, the attack from before had been astoundingly quick and even now the boys energies seeped out of his body like a barely constrained maelstrom. Even when he shifted just a bit to the side there was a trick of the eyes where his power alone created a slight after image with his orange reiatsu but it was done unconsciously, just from the constant “on” status of his soul power.
Zodd was the first to act, charging headlong into the fray with his axe raised and his sword held to his side. Aggribel’s eyes drifted between his attacker, his side and the ceiling almost as if he didn’t care that a giant with an axe that was practically cleaving the ceiling in half was bearing down on him. Zodd came down like a hammer and the sheer air force from the descending blast cracked the walls around them. Aggribel, as if sensing the blow at the last second on some subconscious level bent backwards so far his head almost touched the ground in what was best described as a “whip-like” motion in which he moved slowly at first and then his body caught up and he threw himself one way or another. Zodd swung wildly at the boy and every time Aggribel managed to dodge just in time with his inhuman whip movements which were made even stranger to watch thanks to the movement of his long hair.
Then all at once there was a surge of energy and Zodd grunted, his form hid what had happened including Aggribel’s form from the other two. Then ever so slowly he turned around, what they saw next surprised even Laetitia who despite her dislike of Zodd never expected to see an enemy who could defeat him at all, much less do it so easily. Zodd stood straight his arms trying to make flailing strikes at the boy who had plunged his blade deep into the giant’s chest and now stood on its hilt, staring with an unfocused look at Volk and Laetitia. He brought his hand up to his mouth and opened it wider than any human could possibly have accomplished, letting out a big yawn.
“Giant was hard…got lucky…gonna attack the abomination…might not be so lucky.”
Aggribel jumped a few inches off his blade and appeared to levitate momentarily, the after-image he left made him look almost like a ball for a moment. Then he spun upside down and grasped the blade that was still in the standing, though close to unconscious, Zodd and pulled upward. A large splash of blood hit the ceiling as Zodd’s shoulder was ripped in half and the blade was pulled out of his body. The giant came to the floor but before he had even begun to drop Aggribel disappeared from his position in the air and hit the wall next to him, he fell to the ground and began dragging his blade along the wall which sent sparks flying into the air as he did so, before he had walked five steps though he bounded in the other direction and flashed to the other wall mimicking the same action of dragging his blade. He traded positions on both walls, the ceiling and the floor quickly and the way he ran low to the ground and off center almost made it feel like the laws of gravity didn’t apply to him. Aggribel shot into the air and came down at both members of 9th.
Laetitia and Volk might have been surprised but they were hardly caught unprepared. They were 9th, others might claim they were the strongest divisions but 9th didn’t need to make any such claim, they simply were. As was her normal stance Laetitia held her blade behind her in preparation and all of Volks weapons were held in an offensive manner, a serious nature but with underlying psychotic heat burning in both their eyes. They watched his descending movement with unerring precision and then with no warning Aggribel was gone, or rather it was better to say they knew exactly where he was but he had moved so quickly and unnaturally that their eyes could only catch up ever so slowly.
He was standing right next to Laetitia with one leg stuck into the air and leaning in the other direction almost as if he would fall off balance any second. Laetitia hardly had time to pull her blade out and put it in a block as Aggribel performed another one of his whip movements into a roundhouse kick with the foot that was in the air. It hit her block with more force than she ever dreamed could have been possible from someone like him and sent a puff of dust and orange energy into the air where it hit her blade; she went sliding back along the floor nearly twenty meters, stopping just short of a wall. She cursed and tried to regain her composure as quickly as possible, charging back into the fray.
Meanwhile Volk had a slight problem on his hands, namely an insanely quick, insanely powerful and possibly just plain insane arrancar right in his face. He tried to stab rapidly at the boy but the young arrancar simply rolled around his strikes as if he were rolling on the ground though he did so in mid-air leaving a spiral after-image behind him. Then as quick as a flash he reached out with his arm, his body went rigid and he flew at Volk, reached past his arm and before Volk realized what he was going for Aggribel jerked. Volk let out a scream as one of the tendril arms was ripped from his body, since the arms were actually imbedded within him it was like removing one of his own arms in terms of pain and a jet of blood shot from his body as Aggribel took him to the ground.
They landed with a thud and Aggribel hovered over him while making a strange gurgling sound. Then with a great crack his mouth opened to expose what looked like thousands of razor sharp teeth while his jaw which had clearly unhinged opened larger than should ever have been possible for anyone completely distorting his face in the process. He lowered down on Volk who had been brought back from his painful woe to the present by the current sight of a huge toothed mouth descending on his face. He tried to throw the young man off but Aggribel now felt as if he weighed a thousand pounds and Volk could do nothing. Just when it looked like things were about to go ugly a dull rusty blade was thrust at the boy who dodged back just in time for Laetitia to strike the wall where his head had been.
“Holy hell, did he just try to eat your face?!” Laetitia remarked both angry and somewhat bemused.
“I do believe that was his plan mi’lady…” Said Volk only half jokingly.
Still Aggribel fell back, rapidly flipping hand over heel but doing so in a sped-up unnatural motion and with no grace, instead acting as if he were on fire. When he was a safe distance away he pushed himself back to his feet and reached up to his face where there was a clean cut at the bridge of his nose seeping blood.
“I knew they were strong…I’m gonna die mistress! Gotta kill the demon to live…” He remarked quietly to himself or at least that’s how it seemed since he was using a whisper voice but saying it loud enough for all to hear.
Aggribel returned his gaze to Laetitia and Volk who was now returning to his feet despite his right shoulder sagging from the injury. Laetitia held her blade out and spoke in a strange tongue before a cloud of blackness absorbed her zanpaktou and a strange machine noise emanated from the cloud. As it cleared a large bulky sword made out of the same rusty metal with many teeth along its length took the original blades place. The large chainsaw blade rumbled like its machine equivalent and the teeth jittered at a nigh imperceptible rate, hungry to cut into something. Across the way Aggribel lowered his head masking his eyes in darkness and ever so slowly a large, pointy-toothed smile spread across his face. He raised his blade above his head and began twirling it between his fingers like a helicopter blade, he finally brought his face up and despite his manic smile his eyes were still empty and hollow, as if lost in another world.
And then they charged each other.
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Yun had hardly walked fifty meters down the dark hall that lay within followed by his entourage when he sensed the spirit pressure from behind descend upon Minoru. He shot a hardened but questioning glance at Nekomi but even as he did so knew the correct answer. He saw Kuatura who was behind his and Nekomis group bear the same expression momentarily and raised his voice to be heard.
“Minoru knew what he was doing. Plus he’s a Captain; neither I nor anyone else needs to hold his hand just because that’s the first real reiatsu signature we have detected. I am sure there is far worse before us. Now let’s continue.”
For the home of the Arrancar the defenses had been strangely light up until this point but Yun figured he had an explanation. Unlike the shinigami most arrancar didn’t have notions of brotherhood and just wanted to go make trouble, so when a threat came to all the arrancar they were less prepared to react. This improved Yuns already large amount of confidence quite a bit at least for his underlings, he knew they would run into trouble eventually but the idea that they wouldn’t be running into any really well thought out and concentrated defenses improved his demeanor quite a bit. Of course he never let his guard down nor would, he knew, any of his people but it was just a pleasant thought.
The dark hall they had entered was long, boring, confined and an annoyance to march such a large force down. Luckily his previous thoughts held true and there was no attack, he was surprised nobody had been waiting for if an attack had been launched within its confines the arrancar could have claimed many of the shinigami forces if not all. Eventually the hall began to get wider and its walls lighter in color and Yun with a bit of good humor spotted a light ahead though after exiting out of the glowing doorway and into the room beyond any good emotions he had been sporting dropped quickly. Within there was a giant octagonal white room with a high ceiling, on the opposite wall from where they were, were seven long white hallways (OOC: exactly like in the anime/manga, just more hallways).
This was a problem because they were officially in the enemies’ domain and he suspected attacks would start soon. It was never a good idea to split ones forces up too much but at the same time if they didn’t cover each possibility and their targets ended up eluding them he would be just as ready to kick himself. He considered each possibility while taking a position at the central hallway as he let their forces filter in. He turned around and looked over the forces, he disliked spreading apart but at the same time this was the job of the shinigami who followed him and if he didn’t use them what good were they? So with no consideration on making speeches or trying to explain the situation, for he thought it all very obvious, he spoke his orders.
“Kuatura, take half of your divisions forces and go down the far right corridor. Kaiba you take the other half of your division and take the next. Desmae and Hikaru with half of our forces in the third, Desmae your three leaders will take the one to the left of the central hallway. Nekomi if you could be as kind as to direct your troops to take the remaining two as you see fit?”
He stood perfectly still while he watched the warriors pull themselves into the groups he had cast them in. He turned to watch Nekomi until he heard a voice behind him, that of Kuatura.
“You will take the central hallway?” Kuatura asked him.
“Yes.” Was all Yun replied.
“Well isn’t that just pretty and symbolic?” Kuatura mocked in good nature.
Yun paused for a moments, “It’s far more than that. I couldn’t feel it until we reached this crossroads; maybe you still can’t because of all the energy being released around us but this is the turning point. There’s something down this hallway and I am taking no chances, it’ll be me and Matano Taichou with nobody else…there can be no doubt, it’s an espada, one of their strongest. If anyone is flamboyant for picking the center lane it would be him or her.”
He grinned but now there was no humor on Kuaturas face, nor on any of his underlings. Still just as they knew their jobs they knew this was his or any other available captains, who else could hope to stand against such an opponent? So with as little banter as possible the groups finished their preparations and with a single high reached hand he directed everyone to move forward. After he and Nekomi were out of earshot of the others he turned and raised his hands in a questioning gesture with a sarcastic smirk on his face.
“It could even be their top man, who knew the fun would begin so soon?” he dropped the gesture and spoke seriously, “Let’s go kill someone.”
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On the other side of the hallway complex where at least four of the outward hallways the shinigami were now moving down reconverged stood a small group of numeros. They were an odd group, varying from attractive and voluptuous women, to little girls and to one giant of a man in white armor, regardless none of them seemed to be taking note of their vastly different “cliques”. They were instead speaking in a low whisper, the sort of low whisper most people might associate with being sneaky and planning things you didn’t want others to hear. That just made the situation all the odder since for the moment all of them were safely within arrancar held ground and didn’t need to fear being eavesdropped on by the shinigami.
They all heard slow footsteps coming from the hallway on their other side which lead up a flight of stairs and quickly stopped speaking, spreading out as if they were guarding the room. They ventured glances up the stairs but attempted to act as if they hadn’t been doing anything suspicious. Then one of the younger looking females turned her gaze in time to see the person reach the last step and her mouth nearly dropped ajar before she began sputtering.
“M-master?!!” She realized her mistake too late and raised her hands to her mouth.
“Be at ease, the time for subtleties end can be counted in minutes.” Replied the male voice.
They all turned their gaze to him and gathered back around the base of the stairwell where he stood. He was a sleek looking main with mid-length black hair slicked down against his head while wearing a fashionable black suit with a golden undershirt and black tie. Oddly or at least for someone in the middle of Las Noches he seemed to have no remnants of a mask nor did he have a zanpaktou on his body and yet for all his suppressing it anyone could have told you just how powerful he was. This might very well have been the most frightening and powerful man in existence, yet the reactions and politeness with which these followers addressed him suggested he wasn’t one to abuse his abilities. He took a seat on the lowest step and pulled a cigarette out from within his suits pocket, he took the time to light it and take a drag before continuing as if he had all the time in the world. Those around him gave all the time he needed to do so as they patiently awaited his words.
“Dahlia, Narcissus, Juniperus, Solanum and Viola.” He addressed each one directly, obviously, or at least obviously from the outside since each one fawned at the direct attention, playing on their emotions to make them more willing, “You will not need to pull your sisters together for this. All of you will take the ‘A’ corridor, there is a vice-captain level opponent there and you will hold him off as long as possible.”
“Why not kill him?” said one of the older girls, the one he addressed as Narcissus.
One of the others, Viola it seemed realized Narcissus outward dishonor and tried to cover up for it, “We will die if that’s what it takes.” She said humbly.
He laughed, “You can certainly try but that one and his brother are renowned for being hard to kill. At any rate it’s not killing them we are going for here, just holding them back. If it looks like you might get hurt then fall back.” Despite the general nature of his comment there was an obvious release of anxiety that he wasn’t expecting them to stick it out no matter what.
“Speaking of his brother Basillimar you will be taking B path and holding him off, same orders as them.” He said indicating the giant man who bowed to him. “Good, then can I expect the rest of you to hold off those that were sent down the other hallways as I detailed to you?”
The girls and man looked somewhat confused and then ever so slightly shapes dropped from the shadows above them. As they came into view it was an odd site, their order was rarely seen when they were not there to kill someone, particularly when it was widely known they had been ordered to kill the “rogue” espada, almost 70 exequias. They landed behind him, only one landing before him, the girls seemed about ready to fight right there.
“We are as always at your command.” The masked killer said.
“Goooood, then lets get to work.” The master replied putting his hands high into the air.
“May I ask one thing master?” Viola said and everyone paused for a moment while the man nodded, “What are we trying to hold them back for?”
He chuckled before responding, “We are giving our visitors time to remove a rotted thorn that has been in our side far to long and save us the effort in the process. It will also allow us to look better in the eyes of those who liked him, the hated princess can be removed of our own account with no issues but he had friends. We also seek to find our faux savior.” He smirked, there were varying levels of recognition in the faces around him as if some had been made more privy to the exact details of the coming plan than others. There was a coarse laugh behind him and the master turned to look up the stairs he had just descended, ever so slowly he raised his hand to his face showing only his right eye through his fingers as it began to burn a deep crimson red. A smirk played across his face as well as the newcomers.
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Uryuujin
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Post by Uryuujin on Sept 1, 2008 12:48:38 GMT -4
Jerimiah Seigikan, captain of squad 8.....was bored. He had been ordered to create a battle-plan for the assault on Hueco Mundo, and for some reason had been totally left out of the battle. Instead, he was chosen to help defend the Senkaimon from the entrance of Hollows. Not that it wasn't a bad position, but he wished to be on the battlefield. Plus, there were no hollows that were trying to enter the gate. Then, accomanied by a roar, the thought Perhaps I thought too soon entered his head as a hollow came through the senkaimon. It was torn to shreds by his Subordinants. Not too long after this intrusion upon this line of thought, Kazuma-taicho came up to the Captain. Turning, Jerimiah bowed low, then straightened out, saying, "Hey, Kazuma-sotaicho! What can I do ya for?" Meanwhile thinking to himself Its interesting that the way people speak can change so quickly, to our perspective, at least.[glow=yellow,2,300]“We have a problem obviously. Yamato and Hitotsu broke the plan on this side, they could very well do so on the other side and to much is at stake now. It isn’t just about the children or doing damage to Hueco Mundo anymore, if they broke the plan every shinigami in their own and those other divisions sent could be in danger. Organize who you will and go through the gate, if you can, insure they continue their mission properly but if they have already proceeded within your first job is to get to Yun, Nekomi and Minoru wherever they are and make sure they have the manpower they expected to have.”[/glow] "Yes, sir!" Jerimiah said, instantly turning serious. While he ordered his squad of about 500 shinigami into formation, hundreds of different scenarios ran through his head on how to handle this turn of events. Damn! Had they done as my plan suggested, everything would be ok. But noooo......"SQUAD 8!! GET INTO FORMATION. SEATED OFFICERS NUMBERS 15 THROUGH 11 TAKE TEAMS 3,4,7,9,10! THE REST OF THE SEATED OFFICERS TAKE THE OTHER TEAMS!! LOOSE FORMATION, AND BE ON YOUR GUARD!" Jumping over the group to the front, he prepared to lead the way through the gate. The best leaders tell their men to go only where they would go themselves. "NOW, FORWARD BY TEAMS, MAKE SURE TO COVER EACH OTHER FROM ATTACKS. GO!" And at that, he made his way through the gate to Hueco Mundo. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- On the other side of the gate, Seteku Drakulya waited for any Shinigami who wanted to leave the path they were on to join onto his Riteous one. Lets see how these silly Shinigami handle this newest development. he laughed internally, speaking of the pamphlets his stealth fraccion, Oculto Servidor, had handed out earlier. It was then that the Reiatsu pattern that he could recognize appeared in Hueco Mundo. Using the Prince's Memory that was an ability he had had strengthened in death, he realized that this pattern was much more powerful than their previous encounter. "Well well well! It seems that there is a Strong Survivor of the little attack I made a while back. Who knew?" he laughed. If you survive long enough, I'll make sure you die slowly like your little friend........Then the first Shinigami group stumbled across his encampment. Two of the four were on the weaker side, and were clearly terrified and revulsed at the gathering of corpses. The other two were pretty strong, and were able to keep a little more composure at the sight of the Espada's collection. Then Seteku spoke to them. [glow=black,2,300] "Greetings....infadels. Welcome to my humble garden. I hope you find it to your liking..."[/glow] He told them in an echoing voice from the half-mile distance between them, following it with a terribly evil cackle. [glow=black,2,300]" Have you come to surrender to m..."[/glow] He was gloating, till he noticed one of the stronger shinigami looked....familiar. "YOU!! WERE YOU A CITIZEN OF THE OTTOMAN EMPIRE IN LIFE!? SPEAK!"The shinigami he adressed stood in shock, slowly and foolishly nodding his head. The poor group never had a chance. Wrenching two stakes out of the ground, one per hand, the Espada launched himself at them in his rage. He appeared instantly behind the Ottoman, stabbing the large stake straight through his gut up to the Corpse already on it, and hit the two weaker ones with it, knocking them out of the fight, but keeping them alive. He then shoved the other stake down the second strong Shinigami's throat, the point erupting out of the inside of his right calf. Plunging both stakes back into the ground five feet, nearly splintering the wood in the process, he bellowed in triumph and anger. The whole exchange had taken less than six seconds. As the blood trickled down the wooden poles that his victims were impaled on, as the Ottoman writhed and screamed in pain, the Espada clowly came to his senses. Looking at the unconcious forms of the Weaker shinigami, he had an idea. Picking the two figures up gently, he went quickly and smoothly to the Table situated right outside his castle, and placed the two softly in chairs facing away from his garden right across from his elegant chair. Then he drew his blade. Sitting down, he put Vampiro across his lap, and waited for more of his foes to arrive.
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Post by Galihan on Sept 1, 2008 13:41:42 GMT -4
It was apparent that Minoru's attack caught Shirakarite off guard judging by how beaten up the menos was so far, not to say that the shinigami wasn't also injured slightly. The explosion of his own hado spell, as well as the kick to his abdomen both dealt some decent damage on the captain and left his breathing a bit heavy and nearly knocked him off his feet but he managed to regain his footing in the white sand. Through the thick cloud of dust that had shot skyward in the last few moments, Minoru could hear his opponent say something.
"You think you can best me with energy attacks? I admit you are skilled..."
He couldn't hear what he mumbled at the end but wasn't too concerned after sensing Shirakarite's power raise and seeing a flash of green energy through the clearing sand. It was almost too late for Minoru to see the oncoming attack and just barely managed to deflect the flying blade with his zanpakuto, requiring to use both hands to hold the sword as opposed to his usual one-handed-swashbuckler-style. Even still, he could feel shallow cuts on his chest from the force of the attack. He opened the front of his upper kimono, and saw blood beginning to trickle from where the blade almost hit him.
"Impressive," the captain said aloud, complementing his adversary's attack before regaining his posture. "If you attacked a moment any sooner I'd be in too bad of shape to use this." He reached into one of his inner coat pockets, and pulled out a clear bottle of clear gelatinous liquid. With his thumb and index finger he unscrewed the top and poured a small blob of ooze onto his tongue and swallowed it, nearly gagging at the horrid taste but almost instantly his wounds began to react.
The thin cuts on his chest began to cauterize and seal themselves within a few seconds and all was left was a few light scars and dried blood. Minoru held his hand to his chest and heaved heavily as a burning sensation pulsated from his mouth all the way to his wounds and he growled as he spat the remaining taste of horrid jelly to the ground, white sand sizzling and steaming as if dying from the shinigami's medicine.
"Damn, I wouldn't recommend this shit to Squad Four anytime soon," Minoru scowled. Indeed, a dosage of the same strength as what Minoru had just ingested would probably be able to painfully end the life of any shinigami under 10th Seat within seconds. He'd have to spend some more time after returning to Soul Society working on a safer version, but for now there was a pressing issue at hand, Shirakarite.
Minoru looked at the white reaper and raised his sword at him. "That won't hit a second time, care to prove me wrong?" He said, not quite boasting or taunting, more so just predicting the most probable outcome if he were to release his zanpakuto if Shirakirate used that blade attack again.
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Post by GoldenKitten on Sept 1, 2008 22:57:04 GMT -4
The grinding blades clashed together with a great shower of sparks and reiatsu, the resulting wave blew down the hall, ripping tiles out all the way. Aggribel was still giving Laetitia a toothed smile and his lanky structure shot unnaturally upwards as he tried to stand over her in a dominating fashion. He underestimated her own strength as she had his though and with the added force from her blades oscillations he was forced back, sliding along the ground as he bounded from wall to wall in an erratic fashion. When he landed the smile was gone from his face replaced with the blank expression he had carried from the beginning, he again charged head first with his blade to the side which was crackling with orange electric energy. Laetitia held her blade out to the side and began sporting a wide-eyed look and as she charged, trailing orange energy and black smoke from her blade she started laughing.
“HAHA!!! YOUR PRETTY GOOD!!!”
They clashed several times, it was true Aggribel was fast but in reality it was made more so by his unnatural motions. The longer she watched him and realized how he moved the less godly he seemed to be, he was still strong of that there could be no doubt but he was already seeming less imposing than when he had first appeared. Of course as they clashed in the next few moments and some of his blows actually broke her block, her experience being the only thing that saved her she still had to concede that didn’t mean she could let her guard down. She threw her blade in a horizontal sweep and Aggribel pulled his legs up into the air, his feet just clearing the blades path in another one of his gravity defying levitations. He immediately reversed the blow and made a thrust with his blade, performing the same flying motion he had done to land on top of Volk.
Laetitia dodged backward and landed with her blade outstretched ready to run at him when she spotted him twirling his blade above his head again. Laetitia was hardly able to erect a defense once more when she spotted what he was doing this time; he was highly skilled and unlike some people just because he made the same motion didn’t mean he was going to do the same thing. While twirling the blade began to glow orange and thanks to its motion looked like he was holding a pure orange disk above his head. Then he grabbed the hilt putting the spinning blade into a dead stop and swung it forward releasing the energy down the hallway. It shot forth issuing a high pitched scream all the way as it tore the floor apart on a crash course for Laetitia.
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Kuatura walked down the long white hallway followed by about seven members of his own division. It was an odd sight because they all had their zanpaktous out and were constantly on guard while he simply walked down the hallway, nonchalantly casting his gaze one way or another with his hands held behind his head. Several times he thought he caught a glimpse of something up in the rafters but nothing ever came for them and so he eventually stopped caring, the hallway was long and it seemed never-ending. By the time there were any signs things were changing even the other members of his party were starting to relax a little bit, he figured he’d have to whip them into shape when they returned to Soul Society because even though he looked relaxed he was more vigilant than anyone else here at the moment.
The hallway eventually changed, opening up into a large room. It was broad and flat with four large black pillars on each side, and then across the room there were four massive “steps” that lead up to the continuing hallway above. However nobody in the group had time to admire the view or search for anything out of the ordinary because “out of the ordinary” came for them. Kuatura yelled for everyone to get down and took the nearest companion near him down to the ground as he laid flat. A beam of searing purple spirit energy burned the air directly above where they had just been standing, it came so close Kuatura had bad déjà vu of the last time he fought an enemy who fired beams of fire, luckily these didn’t seem to carry the heat of that fight.
The moment it had passed all the shinigami pushed off the ground and were on their feet instantaneously. They quickly spotted the girl who fired the beam, she was up on the second step across the room but the more immediate threat was the young woman who now stood in front of them. She was blond and had thick curly hair that dropped to the mid-point on her back, her eyes were a plain but livid gray and she had a small sliver of white mask directly above the bridge of her nose that hugged the skin and looked more like white-paint than an actual mask. Unlike the last time we spoke of her in our last post the woman was now wearing a black outfit with a knitted bustier for a top, a short skirt and knee-high boots along with her weapon a large silver hammer on her back, all her clothing had gold trim. The look was more than fitting though because she had super-model proportions and was almost ridiculously perfect. Despite her thin frame she pulled the hammer off her back and held it up at the shinigami with a single hand.
“Look at that!” Kuatura remarked in an astounded voice to nobody in particular as the girl began to talk.
“Listen up shinigami! Welcome to your death, we’ve been ordered to take you down. Me and my sisters will pull you apart with our combo-attack, I am Narcissus of the gravity hammer! We are the Arcacia! Feel our wr…”
She started out with fiery conviction but toward the end started to trail off as she looked down. She let out a yelp and jumped backward turning sideways with an utterly horrified look and placing her arms like an ‘X’ over her chest while staring at Kuatura who had walked all the way up to her during her speech and been at her chest-level. Kuatura slowly turned around while pointing at her with a sly cat-like look on his face with his mouth hanging open.
“I knew god was kind Keshai.” He said to one of the shinigami who was waiting in the line behind him rubbing his head with a humiliated look on his face, “She’s a natural double D…they do exist, they really do….” He stopped, turned around and pointed at the other girls who had taken positions up on the steps, some of them resembled their sister while others were younger, “AND LOOK!!! THEIR CUTE TOO!!!”
“WHAT-THE-HELL-IDDDIIIOOOTTT!!!!” Narcissus yelled as she pulled her hammer back like a bat and swung.
Moments later Kuatura was flying through the air trailing blood from his forehead, “WEEEEEEEE!!!! TOTALLY WORTH ITTTTTTTTTTT!!!!” He called out shortly before slamming into a wall, jamming his head inside and leaving his legs outside, twitching.
Narcissus with a look of utter fury turned back to the rest of the shinigami who were just shaking their heads and pointed at them. She growled with an inner rage and cursed at them a few times before pulling herself back together and speaking loudly once more.
“WHICH ONE OF YOU IS THE VICE CAP- eeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhh…” She stopped and looked down where two hands were now groping her large breast.
“Squeegie squeegee…” Kuaturas voice said from behind.
“YOU!!! PERVERT!!!”
Narcissus grabbed one of Kuaturas arms and performed a grapple, pulling him over her shoulder and slamming him into the ground. She then repeatedly stomped on his chest while calling him foul names and Kuatura called out with one long droning “gllaarrrrrrrrrrrrrr…”. But the aura around the event suddenly changed, Narcissus coming to grips with the stupidity put before her became more serious and realized it was time to stop screwing around. She whipped the hammer around and placed it next to Kuaturas head in a threatening manner while he continued to stick his tongue out and play dead.
“That’s it! The damned vice-captain step forward now, we don’t want your pathetic little followers, do it now or this fucking pervert gets it!” She yelled.
There was a visible silence hanging over the shinigami as they all just kind of stared at Kuatura. Narcissus kept an angry glare at them for near ten seconds and then slowly the look disappeared replaced by a curious one; she followed their eyes to Kuatura who was now pretending to be in death throws. She looked back and forth between the group and the idiot she had pinned several times before opening her mouth.
“No way…YOU?!” She said with a bit of disbelief.
Below her Kuatura had frozen and stopped playing about, then he opened his eyes. They were completely different from before, bright crisp and clear, staring straight through her and somewhere behind them a purple storm of energy was building. Narcissus stiffened a bit at this and Kuatura below laid his arms out on the ground, he took a deep sigh and then spoke.
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Kaibas hallway was identical to his brothers, identical to all the rest of the hallways really except that it never expanded into a larger room, it remained a hallway its entire length. It was a large curving half-moon that eventually curved back in as if all the hallways came back together, kind of making one wonder why there were multiple hallways to begin with. Up until the very center of this half-moon where it curved back to the meeting point Kaiba had run into no trouble and then there it was, waiting for them.
Despite his giant size it was almost easy to miss the large arrancar who was sitting on the floor leaning against the outer wall of the hallway. This area was darker than other portions and he was now sporting pitch black armor except for golden knee and shoulder pauldrons along with the bottoms of his boots. The entire thing had black and golden large spikes jutting into the air making him look like a classic evil overlord. One difference was his face which was that of a normal mans, more or less, he was of traditional Japanese descent and had black hair which was pulled into a top-knot. The only thing out of the ordinary was his left eye which was rimmed with the remainder of his mask and the eye itself which still appeared black with a yellow pupil in contrast to his dark brown left eye, that and the massive black cleaver on his back. The man spotting the incoming shinigami got up from his sitting position and pulled the cleaver off his back, before the shinigami said anything he took a bow and spoke in a deep and almost charming voice; meanwhile he readied the cleaver in an attack stance.
“Welcome vice-captain and followers, I am Basillimar, I shall be your opponent before you may enter the inner sanctum of Las Noches.”
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Desmae trudged alongside Hikaru at the front of the pack of around 15 heavily armored warriors, a scowl across his face and a growl emanating from his chest just at the edge of perception. Desmae was a good soldier and a powerful one, he followed orders well and directed his troops with high precision but he was not known for masking his feelings. He grasped the large shaft of his hammer obviously wishing to take the brooding anger within him out on something but finding no targets he sufficed with being angry at the air around him and uttering small oaths under his breath. Finally at the bursting point after they had walked in silence for several minutes he yelled out.
“THIS IS FOLLEY!!! WE SHOULD BE HELPING THE CAPTAIN NOT WALKING DOWN AN EMPTY HALLWAY!!!”
There were several agreements from those behind him but they went silent quickly. Apparently happy he finally got to say what he wanted to Desmae made no further attempts to speak out. They continued silently down the hall until they reached an open room. This room was not large in comparison to the others, expanding outwards a bit but much longer, a rectangle in other words. It also had a taller ceiling but aside from this the only difference between this room and the hallway before it was the lighting. The walls were still white but the only light source now came from candles which lined the walls giving it a much darker appearance though there was still plenty of light from the outer hallways, this did mean the ceiling was shrouded in darkness though.
All of the elite members of the Deaths Hand immediately went on guard, there was nobody obvious around but there couldn’t have been a clearer trap. Several of the candles seemed to shiver, casting strange shadows amongst the squad members and causing many of them to react to a false presence. Then when they were about halfway across the room there was a loud slamming noise, Desmae immediately broke into a run for the exit hallway as the shadow of a block descended upon it. He was to late though as it slammed shut and a quick look behind showed the far exit where they had entered had also closed. This made the room much darker than it had been since there was no longer outside light and the shadows that played across the ground were even larger and more erratic from the flickering flames.
Then all at once the candles on the far end of the room went out throwing two of the Deaths Hand into darkness and leaving one more on the edge. There was no sound from the two within the darkness but suddenly the one on the edge let out a yelp and everyone turned just in time to see a pair of massive black claws come forth from the darkness and pull him in, the nearest shinigami tried to grab him but failing that he retreated into the light quickly. Everyone watched closely and drew their zanpaktous into attack stances in preparation for whatever was going to show itself. And then they heard the clapping of hands.
“Hello…hello!” Called an average mans voice from the darkness, “Welcome to times of change shinigami!”
Suddenly a man appeared out of the darkness and walked forward. He had messy, short blond hair and blue eyes; he had a scar as if something had recently been removed from his forehead and a white crown as the remnants of his mask. He wore a black undershirt with golden stripes and matching pants, a large trench coat with a hood that was currently pulled back was over that and he had large soldat boots. He took a slight bow.
“I shall be your playmate for a time. I…am Hrugar.”
He took a step back into the darkness and instantly the candles came back on. However neither he nor any of the three shinigami were there, nor were there any signs of a struggle, they had simply disappeared. It was at this point that the candles around Desmae went out.
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Yun and Nekomi walked in total silence for a long time, Yun had nothing more to say, there was a certain point where words were of no more use and actions took the stage. He was acutely aware of the shadows and their meager soul energy that appeared in the rafters from time to time, no doubt scouts. He could have cut them apart without trying but if he spent every part of his day cutting down weaklings they would never get anywhere. It was not as if two captains clustered together could hide their presence anyway, especially when they were opened and prepared for war. They walked down a hallway identical to the others and just as boring though theirs never curved and was instead a straight path through the center. However there was one large difference, halfway through they found themselves in front of a large pair of white doors, there was no need for waiting though for the doors opened up of their own accord with a great creaking sound.
Putrid air rushed out and stung Yuns nose and throat, it was like breathing fire and he was sure Nekomi felt the same way, still a Captains body was highly resilient against such things and it only caused a moments surprise. They took a step through the door and surveyed their surroundings; it was of no great surprise to Yun when the door closed behind him. However the area around them was a bit unexpected if not necessarily awe inspiring. It was completely unlike any other portion of Hueco Mundo they had gone through, not like the sterile interior of Las Noches or the sandy desert that lay outside. Rather it was a bog, an indoor bog thanks to the ceiling high above and the walls to either side but a bog nonetheless.
However it was not an average bog, the deep purple and brown sitting water sources that covered the ground smoked with black fumes that would have killed any human or low level shinigami instantly. There was a winding pathway of solid dirt to a doorway on the far side of the room but most of the area was wet ranging from puddles to head depth quagmires of the poisonous filth. Dead trees rose out of the muck and thorned vines wrapped around the trees and tried to climb the walls. The walls and ceiling themselves had been tarnished by the poison; there white color having long gone brown and several of the plates actually falling off from the corrosive effects of the fumes exposing the bare flat stone wall beneath. In the middle of this was one large dead oak tree against which the figure who had been emanating the spiritual signature Yun had been feeling up to this point leaned. As Yun drew his dagger and Nekomi walked by his side the pale, dark haired man looked up at them, with the yellow eyes of a snake and cloaked in the white outfit of Las Noches.
“You have come shinigami, I was wondering who would appear first. Two captains, I couldn’t be happier!” Spoke the snake-man.
“You issued such an endearing invitation, how could we refuse?” Yun called back.
“Hahahaha, indeed.” The man said while pulling himself off the tree.
“I recognize you, from the reports. You were one of those who created a distraction at the gates of Soul Society.” Yun said calmly.
“Yeessss, indeed I was. You may call me Asmodeus….I am, the Uno Espada. I know who you are 10th Captain Saigotschuu Yun who rescued the final child from Torre and 11th Captain Matano Nekomi of the combat division. Two of the high captains, should be fun.” Asmodeus smirked.
Yun had heard enough, he could tell Asmodeus had been prepared to attack as well. After all fights on the scale they were about to head into no longer called for pleasantries, they were vicious endeavors, powerful and everlasting, hardly of the mortal realm any longer. The tree behind Asmodeus was split clean in half as Yun came at him from behind, teleporting instantly such was his speed. The tree fell into the bog next to them and created a wave a nasty bile rippling across the surface which kicked up more fumes. Yun wasn’t considering that though as he plunged his zanpaktou at Asmodeus neck. The Uno Espada whipped around with a frightening speed of his own and opened his mouth releasing a cloud of brown fumes straight for Yun who pulled back.
Following that Asmodeus whipped around and fired a heavy and impossibly powerful cero at Nekomi that continued on and drilled a massive hole into the wall beyond which obviously must have been reinforced to withstand the attacks since the blast neither went through nor made it collapse. Meanwhile Yun backed up rapidly, a bit of the brown gas touched his hand and while it was not long enough to harm him he felt it burn immediately. Once he had picked up enough speed to outrun it he dropped down out of the air and landed on top of the bogs waters, he skidded around on its surface as if on skates and the energy he used to do so kicked up a massive crescent-wave of the waters in the other direction. He locked on to Asmodeus once more and kicked off the water as if it were solid, traveling in a bee line for his target.
The battle with Las Noches number one espada had begun.
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Post by SamuraiFoochs on Sept 3, 2008 9:45:59 GMT -4
Yamato was suddenly tense. It was one of them. An Espada. He nodded to his allies and spoke calmly as he picked up one of the pamphlets written, sickeningly, in what appeared to be blood, and felt an appropriately textured and powerful reiatsu to fit with the Espada whose sentiments were being expressed in the perversely written notes.
"It's an Espada. Nearby. Apparently the 6th. Be careful. His Fraccion may be nearby. You can handle them. I take the Espada. Stay back. It will be dangerous. This is what we've prepared for. You'll see me fight at a level you haven't yet, more than likely. Or, if you don't see it, you'll feel it."
He kept walking, trying to follow the notes and the faintest hint of the reiatsu signature he was picking up on. Being the head of a division that specialized in tracking, Yamato was rather impeccably skilled with sensing reiatsu, and here it was paying off. Whoever this Drakulya was, he kept himself low-key as a general rule. But he couldn't escape Yamato, not between the trail of pamphlets and the reiatsu he WAS leaking out. He cursed inwardly, but also smiled. This guy was strong. Just what he'd been looking for.
He moved faster, even dispersing casual shunpo through his movements, feeling the signature get more and more pronounced. His allies followed close behind, visibly nervous, but steady.
Before long, they were in a large, empty room, where there stood a cloaked figure slightly shorter than Yamato, but no less intimidating. This was it; the battle was about to begin. Yamato smirked, keeping his tone almost belittlingly casual, but his eyes still showing begrudging respect for the power of the man standing in front of him.
"Yo. Drakulya, is it? I saw your little notes. Sorry, but I can't allow you to make any more of them. A real battle starts now. I am Captain of the 6th Division of the Gotei 13, Yamato Takahashi. If it's all the same, I'd like to keep my subordinates out of this, as well as yours. One on one fights...so much more appealing, wouldn't you say? That and I regret to inform you that if any of your underlings were to attempt involvement, I'd have to cut them down before they had a chance to get really involved. Still, if they stay back, they're in no danger. Much as I despise your kind, I'm a man of my word above any basic hatred."
He casually drew Vulcanus, feeling the blade resonate with anticipation. "So...what do you say, Espada? Shall we dance?" The mad glint returned to his still calm eyes as he prepared to be pushed to his limits, and to test the power of his soul.
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Post by Uryuujin on Sept 3, 2008 15:47:56 GMT -4
Seteku Drakulya had grown bored waiting for anyone to come at him. Apparently him keeping ninety-nine percent of his Reiatsu under the radar still wouldn't draw anyone close. He sighed, and decided to take a new course of action. Picking up his little toys, the still unconscious Shinigami ha had recently captured, he went to an alleyway that the Captain nearby would be addled severely to miss. Stashing the two in a hiding place till their need came, he waited.
Before long, the Shinigami he waited for appeared. He knew because this arrogant Shinigami leader let his Reiatsu pour out of him. "Nothing very subtle about them is there, eh Vry?" He thought to his Head Fraccion. "Should I come and take care of him for you, my Lord?" Vrykolakas Servidor asked him, but Seteku mentally shook his head. "Nah, I think he'd be too much for you. I can take him down though. Focus on his subordinates, pick off their groups. He'll have me to deal with before going to help them."
He cut communications for the moment from his Fraccion, and listened to the rest of the Shinigami Captain's monologue. "...the 6th Division of the Gotei 13, Yamato Takahashi. If it's all the same, I'd like to keep my subordinates out of this, as well as yours. One on one fights...so much more appealing, wouldn't you say? That and I regret to inform you that if any of your underlings were to attempt involvement, I'd have to cut them down before they had a chance to get really involved. Still, if they stay back, they're in no danger. Much as I despise your kind, I'm a man of my word above any basic hatred."
As his newest enemy drew his sword, Seteku smiled. "Another six, eh?" His very voice disgusts me, "Very well, my subordinates will stay out as long as yours do."
"What do you say, Espada....Shall we Dance?"
Taking his Broadsword, Vampiro, off his back, he laughed. "I'm glad to say i prefer not just my own kind, but Females besides. However, I wouldn't mind cutting a big smile in that arrogant throat of yours!" He laughed, then brought the hilt of his Zanpakuto to his face. "Rise again, VAMPIRO!!" the Espada bellowed, and bit into the center of the Crossguard, and it began to gush blood.
As it did, a Blood-red wind swirled around the Espada, and once it had cleared, as the Cape of the great Drakulya retreated behind him, the Espada stood, his hands clenched, palm up, his bloodied claws before him. His collar had grown to frame his head, and it appeared that blood trickled from the sides of his grotesquely pleased mouth. He grinned evilly, revealing fangs that looked stained red.
As he did, he began to crush the Captain with the other ninety-nine percent of his Reiatsu. [shadow=black,left,300][glow=Maroon,2,300] "Your move" [/glow][/shadow]He informed the enemy, then laughed with so much evil and malice behind it that it would have frightened even his closest Fraccion. Save Vry, of course.
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Post by SamuraiFoochs on Sept 3, 2008 17:31:54 GMT -4
Yamato smiled as the reiatsu crashed down on him, and his subordinates buckled slightly under the pressure, breathing but still weighted. Yamato, however, stood his ground, not casually, for he could feel the prodigous power, and had no doubts that this was hardly the limit, but still confidently. He could handle this.
"So this is the power of an Espada, eh? I see why the Commander is so nervous. Still, you Arrancar seem rather sure of yourselves!" Yamato followed suit, his reiatsu erupting from him and permeating the air around him.
As the Arrancar released, he laughed an equally mad laugh. "I see you make no pretenses of modesty! I suppose I'll show you the same courtesy...mostly. Burn brightly, Vulcanus! First forging, Vulcanus Argentum!"
The sword melted, and the molten metal poured down to Yamato's limbs, forming the most vicious battle gauntlets imaginable. Any hand to hand strikes from these would crush bone, tear skin, and bruise muscle. The flames then appeared, flowing painlessly over his armored limbs, preparing to burn as well as maim.
He stood, tall and proud, staring directly into the normally terrifying eyes without the slightest waver. "I am unafraid, Espada. Impressed, perhaps, but unafraid. Prepare yourself. You've yet to feel the strength of Vulcanus, and as far as I know, vampires are far from fond of fire."
He flashed forward, moving at his maximum speed, a positively breakneck speed that was likely at least nearly invisible to even the strongest of his subordinates, and attacked. First, a left jab at the Espada's face, Then a shot to the gut, which would also serve to block any medium-low strikes the Espada aimed at him; without concerted effort and a considerable gap in power, nothing would penetrate those gauntlets defensively. They were effective defensively as well as offensively, a necessity given Yamato's utter lack of range in this form. Finally, after a flurry of more rapid, flaming gut punches, he flipped backward, both dodging any forward attacks and, if his opponent didn't move, catching him directly under the jaw with a vicious kick. He looked big and strong, but Yamato hoped that the Espada's dodging would suffer even the slightest bit from the power boost, and that he would have the edge in speed.
Only time would tell which, if any, of his attacks connected...
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