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Post by Byakuya Kuchiki on Jun 21, 2010 9:20:35 GMT -5
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Rukia was too stubborn for her own good, Byakuya listened for a moment as Renji tried to persuade her, perhaps much more kindly than Byakuya's approach but it was futile. She remained in her same position without even one budge, Byakuya wasn't one to tolerate disobedience, but timing couldn't be more perfect for him, now this new shinigami-looking figure appeared and his very words began to sicken him. He hated anyone any and all those who didn't want to listen to the order of the gotei13, but perhaps what was more disturbing was hearing him say that he was its creator. If Byakuya were a younger man he might have taken that offensively, being called a boy, tried to deal with it his own way, the way Ginrei first saw in him growing up. Hot-headedness and brute force weren't the way for him now, and as he layed his gaze upon the figure, even if he had his body facing against him he calmly made his reply, "So be it, if you care to survive...you'll stay out of my way".
But in that same time he noticed a new change in the one they called Prophet, his body was beginning to take new form, new disturbing shapes and not to mention becoming more visible to the eye as his body slithered out of those bandages. This was potentially the only time he had to get Rukia out of harms way, turning to Renji, "Renji, do what needs to be done", that was enough of a comment to let him know that he needed to take Rukia away from here, potentially to the 4th squad but it was up to Renji to decide if he wanted to return all the way back to the Seireitei or risk the chance to fight alongside his Captain. Even though he might have found that Captain Byakuya wasn't one to necessarily need help, he still belonged to his squad, loyalty came naturally.
"Nii-sama... No, Renji, don't do it.... I'm warning you" she tested at Renji who would have undertstood by now what to do. She was still weak, but she was able to stand on his own two feet now, holding her Zanpakatou with both hands in front of her as though to warn Renji that if he bothered even touching her, well she just wouldn't leave without a fight.
Byakuya had no time to look at them fickle, he turned and kept his focus on the creature, it was time he also let out his form as well, it was interesting how gruesome he became, the stronger he got, while it was all the opposite for Byakuya.
"Bankai"
It was a word that many shinigami who had learned to wield it came to acknowledge as their last efforts of strength and honor, suddendly behind Byakuya, careless of who was still behind him, 10 blades raised to the sky 5 from either side of him as the blades at their peak began to seperate into a thousand petal like blades that glowed a bright pink cherry. The blades whirled around the Prophet, and the new stranger if he choose to be inside Byakuya's last scene. The blades came together in a sphere like dome where surrouding them were thousands of blades that turned each row countering the other. Holding his hand out he summoned a blade to his hand as he told hold of it. The creature seemed to have finished his last stage of transformation, at least for the moment he thought as he began to shunpo elegantly off toward his target. His first attack was a direct strike to the chest, which was very calculating, since he was using his shunpo he moved very delicately a few seconds in front of him before making his shot. After which he began to rotate the figure, trying to induce more cuts, cutting the number of limbs that were pertruding from his body. Byakuya wasn't scared at death, he always believed that code of shinigami order called that any shinigami that died in battle was indeed a true shinigami.
On the outside, Rukia witnessed as the blades from Byakuya's Bankai began to engulf them all into the last scene, she was far too familiar with his Bankai, even though she had never been in it, she had known about it and seen it's ability in her time while in soul society. She had gasped a bit seeing them all just vanish like nothing, the corridors were quiet again and she couldn't find what on Earth she could do, at which point she knocked herself down to the ground, needs to the ground, sitting on her legs.
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Post by Renji Abarai on Jun 28, 2010 1:39:21 GMT -5
“Rukia! You heard the Captain, We’re leaving!” Renji said, as he sheathed Zabimaru, it reverting back to its Katana form. Rukia protested of course, but he didn’t listen. “Heh, hold on tight, squirt. Bakudō 21, Sekienton!” He shouted as a large explosion of red smoke hid them from sight, which he used to flash-step away, and let the smoke cover Byakuya’s body, which would give him some cover, and some time.
It wasn’t much for Renji to do, getting Rukia out of there. But it was so hard to do, leaving his Captain. But there wasn’t time to waste, he would get the attention of any Captains he passed. He only hoped Captain Kuchiki and the stranger could stand up to that… creature, for a lack of a better word. The thoughts rushed through his head. As he continued to the closest Barracks, luckily belonging to the 4th Squad. The gut feeling he had was making it harder to leave Byakuya.
“Dammit, Rukia, you had to push yourself." He scolded her, trying to ease his mind. It wasn't working, as the feeling kept getting worse.
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Post by The Laughing Prophet on Jun 29, 2010 0:16:16 GMT -5
If anything could be said about the Prophet, it was that he was certainly willing to calmly wait for them to finish speaking casually before actually acting. Zetsumei's attack, of course, provided a momentary excursion from his willing moment of peace, as he quickly shifted in order to defend himself as far as possible, though several bits of still-writhing flesh seemed to slough away upon the slightest touch. It was clear that he was harmed, though any dismemberment of the writhing mass of bladed tendrils remained absent. If anything, they seemed to be growing more numerous, as if more of the twisting appendages seemed to be growing out of the holes in the entity's body.
And then the Prophet started laughing personally. For once the conglomeration of laughter emanating from somewhere out of sight halted with a mind-jarring suddenness. The Prophet's laugh was utterly grating, seemingly more of a metallic screech than an actual cackle in full. In a way listening almost seemed painful, though perhaps it was on account that no such sound should have been possible within the physical limitations of known creatures. The hideous, visible red eye's pupil dilated to the merest of points, the iris seeming to overtake the entire eye spontaneously.
"What know you of fear, grim fraud?" he taunted, finally tearing his attention away from Zetsumei and focusing on Byakuya. He had seen two Bankais within the past few moments, yet not from the official Captain. Zetsumei was, by all means, a notable threat, but not knowing his third foe's full capabilities provided a hazard he seemed too cautious to take immediately. Likely behind the bandages covering his face, something that was now of questionable presence given his current form's sudden distortions, was a grimace of immense displeasure.
It was very apparent that this creature was far from such description as 'stupid' or 'instinctual'. It instead appeared as if he was planning every possible action within the merest of moments before ever implementing anything, perhaps a front to set a foe off-guard. For an entity so hellbent on destruction, he was displaying an uncomfortable level of patience and calm. He glanced over at Rukia in her seeming final sentence before conflict ignited once more. While she could have been some form of threat moments before, she was of no importance now.
But Byakuya unleashed his Bankai. In the Prophet's single eye, there was a light of horribly alarmed recognition as the blades rose from the ground before dispersing into the petal-like, glowing shards.
"Senbonzakura!" he seethed, voice seeming to alter into a tone just as twisted as his very form at the sight. Apparently he recognized the blade upon the revelation of its distinct ability. More apparently, it had startled him very deeply. There was a very sudden backlash of mood within the area as the Prophet shifted from a chilling calm to a threatening manic, all sound for miles very suddenly ceasing to be for several moments before the Captain lashed out. In the moment of blind shock, the creature's attention had wavered, and Byakuya's attack hacked solidly into the creature's chest.
More bandages coiled away as, now, much of the Prophet's torso had been revealed. Beneath the bandaging was a twisted parody of human form, a stitched and mangled torso limp and dead, bloodless in its injury. It took several moments for the Prophet to return his senses to the physical world and realize he was being directly assaulted by Captain Kuchiki to surprising effect. Immediately the Prophet seemed to retreat into the writhing mass of blades and flesh as Byakuya's careful offensive only seemed to start improving the entity's defenses with each and every attack that could have been miscalculated in such a way as to avoid slashing clean through in a single stroke.
The blades, severed from the Prophet, shifted from mangled, jagged pieces of metal into very familiar forms. Varied blades started to litter the battlefield as the attempt to cut through the Prophet's additional limbs worked off and on. Katanas. Longswords. Unusual blades that seemed extremely out of place. But there was a distinct pattern among all of them; a very blatant hint of uniqueness.
At that, each weapon that scattered away from the Prophet's body was a Zanpakuto. Within seemingly the merest of moments, no fewer than twenty had littered the battlefield. The dent in the Prophet's unusual collection had, however, caught his attention far more quickly than the attacks themselves had, bits of still-thrashing flesh seeming to vaporize on the ground.
There was a distinct moment of silence, seemingly out of place without any actions from the Prophet.
Everything suddenly withdrew. The wall of steel and tentacles suddenly pulled themselves back into the Prophet's battered and mangled body, save but a distinct few that coiled around his arm and torso as if supporting the aberration's form. The creature's level of threat was seemingly growing consistently. It could modify its own form to an excruciating extent, although apparently a fully humanoid form was far out of its grasp.
Its face remained covered so far, though. Many pieces of its attire remained, distressingly unharmed save for burns and a few minimal punctures. A sudden shock shook the foundations of the ground below the feet of the Shinigami as the Prophet madly hurtled around the somewhat limited battlefield to collect the mass of weaponry that had been unrightfully "stolen" from it, finally ceasing just barely outside of immediate attack range.
The unnatural entity's torso seemed to twist open into a simple void as the Zanpakuto in his hands fractured and returned into whatever gap between worlds was present within the creature itself, save one that he kept in his hands as the blades of the few tentacles around his body retracted. It was as if they were providing space for the predictably common form of the surprisingly plain Katana.
"Drown, Mizuhebi."
Very promptly, all the ice that had thus far remained upon the battlefield melted, water that had soaked into the rubble-decimated ground below suddenly launching upwards in a geyser-like fashion. Likely Zetsumei would recognize Mizuhebi by name, but Byakuya would likely recognize by translation. Thus far, Water Serpent.
For a brief moment there was a distinct, serpentlike form, before it lashed across the battlefield, a raging wall of water hurtling in all directions. Injured he appeared to be, if his prior words were as true as he and Zetsumei implied they were, he was hiding far more than just his internal collection of trophies stolen from unwilling dead.
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Post by Sethranas Ravenhall on Jun 29, 2010 21:45:50 GMT -5
Sethranas sat atop the roof, watching the red-haired Shinigami race by, his haunted gaze following him into the complex of the 4th Squad. Perhaps it was time for him to reveal himself. Maybe he should take part of the action again. As he watched the Shinigami carry the smaller one into the barracks, he decided that it was time for the Kido Corps to stop hiding itself. Or at least, it would be soon.
"Bakudo 26, Kyokko." he quietly enunciated as he vanished from sight, hidden in both presence and Rieatsu. It was time for the Kido Corps to stop hiding, but only after the flawless execution of the plan he had already begun to form in the machinations of his brilliant mind. He quietly went in the direction the pair had come from, searching for the source of the spiritual pressure he was sensing. As he drew nearer, he spied the decimation of Rukongai 80. Following the destruction, and the pressure he was feeling, to its source, he finds the wall of flower-petals that is Senbonzakura Kageyoshi. The seething, twisting mass of flower-like blades parts momentarily, large enough for eye-sight, and he spots Byakuya, the stranger, and the strange, hooded figure.
The undulating mass parts ocassionally, offording him more view, and at times, it almost seems as if the strange creature with the bulbous red eye was staring at him, despite his presence being hidden by Kyokko. Still, this air of menace and threat that it exhuded summarily terrified him, as if he were staring into the darkest pits of nightmare. He couldn't stand it. He wanted it to end so badly. He wanted that figure dead, for it's strange effect to stop! He wanted it all to go away! It was maddening! To hell with his plans! He decided that he must strike an attack, even through Senbonzakura. He needed to hurt that creature, to put a dent in its form.
"Hado number four..." he whispered, his form appearing in a gust of wind as Kyokko dissipated. Wait....wait...THERE! "Byakurai." the burst of white lightning was released as soon as he had sight on the creature, standing still, gazing at Byakuya Kuchiki. He could have sworn he had seen water soaring at Byakuya from the creature, but his spell was away, and his field of vision was hindered once more by the wall of flower-petals.
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Post by Zetsumei Sendojin on Jul 4, 2010 1:30:14 GMT -5
"M-Mizuhebi!?" It was as if he'd been slapped directly across the face.
Zetsumei had known the wielder of Mizuhebi. It had been the Zanpakuto of Miyoko, a friend with whom he'd known from even before his days as a soul reaper. Miyoko and He had been invited at around the same time, and had shared classes together. She'd been quiet and kind, but she would stand up for her friends when she needed to. All of this, and the memories... Playing alongside a brook as children, training and learning beginner's hado in the Shinigami academy, Graduation, her seating as 7th seat in 13th division, her promotion to lieutenant ... and the removal of her heart and spine by the Prophet, the creature they were now fighting, and her subsequent death.
Now, that all too familiar water serpent rose and struck, only this time, it was a psychotic murderer of a being holding power over it, instead of his old lost friend. With a sigh, Zetsumei slowly stepped back into conscious thought... He couldn't let that happen again. He was smacked back, quite hard and being hit in the ribs, and sent flying. Though he was able to turn his fall into a 'flip' of sorts and land on his feet.
He twisted his greatsword, calling out to the shadows around them to extend the length of his blade using them. He then swung at the serpent, attempting to 'behead' it, and allowed his blade to swing farther down to try to fall upon the Prophet Itself.
He noticed out of the corner of his eyes a flicker of lightning energy approaching the massive maelstrom of tiny pink-appearing diamonds that made up Senbonzakura Kageyoshi. He had no idea what affect this would produce, but little did he care either. He focused on his prime target, the Prophet, and taking it down.
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Post by Byakuya Kuchiki on Jul 13, 2010 1:17:59 GMT -5
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It was too soon to call the battle near over. Byakuya had managed to inflict some damage which he knew wouldn't be enough, it wasn't until he heard him call about the Water Serpent that he realized what kind of being he was facing with. Even the stranger began to fear over what he might be capable of, perhaps even perplexed as to what he still had under his sleeve. Byakuya looked around his surroundings and blankly looked at the water geiyser was launching its way up to swallow him whole. In the desperate attempt to block the potential drowning he was about to be immersed in he waved his hands below him as his Senbonsakura petals glowed evermore so, and in their flee to go under Byakuya each petal locked as tightly as possible against each other, trying to come as a whole and become a solid metal which would block the gush of water to keep roaring up. The corners of the wall like structure weren't ready and by then it was too late the water ruptured and it was then that Byakuya's eyes widened as though to expect the worst.
The water rushed around him, it seemed to be powerfully controlled just like he controlled his petals, although the water was enough to cause several scratches on his arms and few on his face he was able to avoid the full blow which could have easily made with his life if he would have been careless. His hands were still outstreatched to the vacant ground beneath him as he held what was left of his blossom wall. That's when he decided to use the petals in another form.
Knowing he would launch the water shoot even more fiercely Byakuya extended his hands to his sides as the petals began to envelop his body. They scattered about him in a sphere shape, the glow was still bright pink but now no one would be able to see him hidden inside his sphere. The fact that he was also in his Bankai Kageyoshi mode helped since anyone in this scene would be inflicted damage whether he did anything or not. But in the meantime he waited patiently inside his sphere to regain his strength, keeping the water at whatever bay he could. For all the prophet knew he was probably giving up or acting like some sort of coward, but that wasn't even close in Byakuya's eyes. He was sure to make this battle end sooner or later, he was going to use his imperial technique, he just needed the time to gather enough energy.
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(You guys decide who goes next, I would assume Rukia)
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Post by Rukia Kuchiki on Jul 19, 2010 15:23:07 GMT -5
"Renji, you idiot! We have to go back!" Rukia shouted sharp protests at her childhood friend as he carried her away from the conflict, violet eyes wide with anxiety. She hated leaving her brother behind to go up against that monster, but what he said was true: she wasn't much help in this state. But she could have done something at least.
Her gaze slid from the face of the crimson-crowned lieutenant to the sky and painfully caught her breath, in the process unintentionally letting her head fall limply against Renji's arms and chest. Rukia's mind reeled. Just hold on a bit longer, nii-sama, She thought silently. Any other time she wouldn't doubt Captain Kuchiki's skills in combat, but the Prophet was different than anything else she'd ever seen. Then again, it was comforting to know he wasn't fighting alone, and there'd be still more allies on the way.
Notes; No muse so excuse the length... and lateness. Currently Listening To; Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy Lyrics In Post; Catastrophe by Forever the Sickest Kids
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Post by Hotaru Tsuzuki on Jul 26, 2010 14:34:07 GMT -5
“Must hurry, must hurry” Hotaru said to herself as she ran through the several streets that conformed seireitei. Some moments before, while wandering around and getting some supplies, she had heard news about an apparently intrusion at Rukongai that surprisingly hadn’t been suppressed yet; not many information was available at that moment, only many tales that the civilians gave about an strange creature that had appeared there and had started destroying the place; just one thing was for sure: this wasn’t a normal enemy and special measures were required.
In these cases, the wisest action she could think to do was to form a group of shinigami to face the situation, that was the reason why she was leading back to the 13th squad barracks; instead of going all by herself, which was the craziest and last thing she would do. Hotaru sighed; it seemed like if soul society would never get any peace these days, they already have got many things to worry about, and with this new incident there were coming even more. Was it that the soul society was coming near to its end?
Suddenly a shouting voice called her attention, making her stop on her tracks, she was sure she had heard that voice before, it was Rukia’s; but when she looked around the little girl was nowhere to be found. “It must have been my imagination” She said, getting back on track while shaking her head from side to side, trying to clear her mind. She had barely gave a few steps forward when the confirmation that she hadn’t imagined Rukia’s voice passed in front of her with a red flash. Hotaru stared surprised as lieutenant Abarai ran past her carrying Rukia… something was wrong. “Lieutenant Abarai, please wait…Rukia…is she alright?” She asked worried, trying to catch up the red headed shinigami pace.
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