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Post by Okuma on Mar 5, 2013 14:38:23 GMT -5
Kakakura Town, Japan
Sending the Kenpachi to fight a few Hollows in the World of the Living was a bit like bringing a missile launcher to a fist fight. But, there was good reason for Noboru's presence on the battlefield. Six Gillian-class Menos were currently rampaging through the streets of a small Japanese city called Karakura Town. The region was notorious for spiritual activity, as it sat on a concentration of it, making it a hot spot for Hollow looking for a quick meal.
Despite that, the Shinigami in charge of patrolling the city had a busy job, but not one they were unable to do. When six Gillian showed up, randomly, and started stomping through the human streets, crushing cars, and knocking over buildings—there was something different.
So the orders had come out that the Gotei 13, or what was left of the Gotei 13, were to mobilize to deal with the threat. While a few Lieutenant-class Shinigami would have been enough in the Gotei 13's heyday, the threat was just too strange, and too deliberate. It was very rare that Gillians came to the World of the Living. It was even rarer that a group of them all showed up at the same time. What did that mean?
Noboru didn't quite know. However, if it were some sort of trap set by the Espada, to lure out the Shinigami's lower ranks to pick them off, then it could escalate fast. So, a few Captains were chosen to escort the normal attack teams. Being the leader of the 11th and arguably one of the deadliest Shinigami alive, Noboru was mobilized. It was a way to guarantee victory for the Captain-Commander and it got the depressed Shinigami out of his barracks and in the field again.
Noboru stood atop the roof of a three-story apartment complex, looking at the hulking Hollows in the distance. The forward advance teams had already been dispatched. Yet, they were barely making a scratch on the Gillians. A lot of these Shinigami were new, and inexperienced. Koboru understood the need for them to get that experience, but he hated standing around watching them get annihilated. They were all on the same team, and really hated for his team to lose.
He took a step off the roof, gliding through the sky on a platform of Reishi. The lead Gillian must have seen him coming, because it reared its giant and rather ugly head in his direction and opened its mouth. A bead of crimson light began to materialize in the back of its throat, collecting into what became a massive sphere. It then unleashed the Cero, a ray of pure blood red terror that bathed the entire cityscape its color.
With a grunt, the Kenpachi drew his Zanpakuto from its back sheath. The silver blade flashed through the air. Swiping at the Cero, his Zanpakuto met the massive geyser of Reiryoku and caused it to careen to the side, flying off into the distance where it eventually dissipated into thin air.
“Not good enough,” Noboru said and landed atop of the Gillian's head, on the beak of its elongated nose. He spun the Zanpakuto around and jabbed it into the top of the Gillian's mask. Stepping back, he let himself free fall, pulling the sword down with him, cutting a deep groove in its black body, until he reached the ground. The Gillian didn't even get a chance to let out a roar, as it split in two halves. Both dissolved into the air before it hitting the ground.
One giant Hollow cleansed. Five more to go.
“That's how it's done,” he said, his voice muffled through the mask he wore. He glanced at a group of young wide-eyed Shinigami. They looked more afraid of the Kenpachi than the Gillian they had just been fighting.
“What are you doing standing around? Go after the next one. This time, don't make me draw my sword," he said as he slid it back into the scabbard on his back.
“Yes-sir!” they said and ran off.
Noboru sighed. “Is that what the Gotei 13 has been reduced to, a club for kids?”
WC: 698
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Zephyrin
Roleplayer 
10th Division Captain
"Servitas Vitae, be seeing you."
Posts: 14 
Race: Shinigami
Tier: E-1
Reiatsu: Strong
Seishin: 10
Budo: 20
Heiki: 20
Koudu: 60
Hoho: 15
Soul Shards: -450
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Post by Zephyrin on Mar 5, 2013 17:04:25 GMT -5
As was commonly known, the tenth division was given the duty of detailing and executing large operations. While what was currently taking place was not yet a full blown mission, that did not prevent the captain of the tenth division from lending a hand to any forces who were dispatched. The 10th itself was low on any Shinigami. Less than a hundred. But its job involved organizing other soul reapers into one strategic squadron and sending them in for combat or any other objective.
Apparently there was some kind of odd disturbance in the world of humans. Karakura town, a place with an odd amount of spiritual energy and a sense of something to come. Gillian class menos had invaded and so the Soul Society had first tasked the 11th division and the infamous Kenpachi to handle this strange threat.
Zephyrin was not one to sit and wait for results. He wanted things done precisely and right. So he had gone in to simply survey what happened and act as a sort of officer in the field to the Captain Commander, who wanted this to be done smoothly.
Zephyrin stood on the top of a building, surveying the town quietly. As was expected the menos were causing mayhem as usual on some blind rampage. One had been cut in half by Noburo, detailing the Kenpachi's admiral combat capabilities to a tee, not to say that he couldn't do the same thing to one of the behemoths. But Zephyrin wasn't in the mood for childs play. Gillian class menos were slow and even if they managed to hit him with a cero it would either barely hurt him at all or possibly have no effect at all. Perhaps a Menos Grande would provide a good fight but even then it was not nearly as entertaining as a sword fight. Inexperienced Shinigami may have trouble defeating Gillians, however, so Zephyrin would keep an eye out for any group that needed help. After all some of the ceros these menos could throw were very powerful, as was indicated by the beam fired at Noburo.
And here these other Shinigami sat almost in shock at what the Kenpachi could do. Fools. They should have known that Noburo could do that and more. Indeed it seemed that these kind of soul reapers were far too weak to be fighting. Zephyrin shook his head and continued watching as if this was some kind of movie.
He had appointed one of the stronger Shinigami in his division to come with him. She was rumored to be nearing the level of Bankai so maybe a good fight would do her well.
"The Kenpachi sure lives up to his reputation, hey Zeph?" She said to Zephyrin, standing beside him with the same formality as he.
"Every Kenpachi does. It is a simple fact that the leader of the primary assault squadron should be this powerful."
"Meh, makes sense. We have a lack of captains now don't we? It would have been a shame to lose someone as strong as this."
"Certainly. That would make us that much weaker."
"You going to take those menos on too, sir?"
"It would be best to let them serve as training dummies for the 11th division. If I see someone in need of help I'll step in."
"If you don't mind, could I try taking one of them on?"
"Fine with me. If something goes wrong I'll be there in a flash."
The Shinigami smiled slightly and used Shunpo to make her journey to the menos shorter.
Now there wasn't much else to do but wait and continue to survey the area. Something could always go wrong anyways.
WC: 615
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Savio Apollo
Roleplayer
Numero 26
Posts: 3
Race: Arrancar
Tier: A-1
Reiatsu: Moderate
Seishin: 10
Budo: 10
Heiki: 10
Koudu: 10
Hoho: 10
Soul Shards: 0
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Post by Savio Apollo on Mar 5, 2013 18:50:07 GMT -5
Resurgence: The
Rushdown “Fuck!”
A word was uttered from a large man. His eyes darted around
as he was in the midst of counting. It was suddenly when he realized that the
numbers on the list he was looking at did not match the numbers he was
physically counting in front of him. What was he doing? He was tallying up the
amount of Hollow there were available in each class. Everything seemed to match
up until he got to the Gillian class. AS he noticed his count was off by 3 he remembered
an incident before vaguely with Gillian; where there was a group that gave him
some trouble.
In the situation h had difficulties dealing with the rampart
Gillian as they were close to ravenous wolves than anything else. They smelted
or sensed Reriryoku… and they went bat shit about wanting to feed. Apollo had
come to feel sympathy for the beings that could not advance to the stage he was
at. He remembered very well what it felt like to eat and eat but yet never get
full. The void in his being at that time was painful… almost as much pain as
the victims he devoured he who resided in him till this day. He spat on the
ground and scratched his head as he looked back behind him into a large
building. “Shit. The King isn’t going to like this one…”
This King that Savio spoke of was none other than the
strongest being that resided in Hueco Mundo, The King of Hueco Mundo. He had
given Savio the task to prepare their force at any time for a strike may
commence whether they were on the offensive or defensive. Savio had only been
given these new powers recently as he was one of the newer additions to the
class of Arrancar. This being was simply known as King to most but others knew
of his name long before; The Gorgon struck fear into the hole where the Hollows
soul would have been if they had one. “No better time than now I guess.” The
Hollow said aloud as he gave a demand for the rest of the lot he was counting
not to cause trouble. Afterwards he made his way deeper into Hueco Mundo, an
area where only the strong can walk; Las Noches.
|20 Minutes later|
Savio had successfully petitioned for an Audience with the
King. On the inside there was a large casing of seats that rose up to different
heights in the back of the room. In the world of Hollows things transpired
because of power. If you were weak, you simply had to just gain more power. If
you were strong, you simply had to gain more power. They devoured those that
stood in their way whether it be friend or foe but at this moment… Savio could
not act strong. Upon stepping a foot within the room a huge amount of Reiryoku
could be felt. It was thick, heavy and made it hard for Apollo to breath. He continued forward a few more steps as additional surges
of Reiryoku zoned in on his locale and hit him like actual blows. They stopped
his movement as sweat began to drop from
his arms. He tried to move his head up and a lone voice cried out with a chuckle.
“What gave you the right to think that you could look us in the eye?” It was
Matir Volcan, an individual of the Espada who is said to be the strongest
warrior next to the King Himself. Savio was forced down but never went to a
knee. Instead he took one more step as The King raised his hand for the other
Espada to release the pressure they were putting on towards Savio. “Savio no Apollo… What is it you want my child?” Its voice
was calming and nurturing but with an underlining stench of abuse; the kind a
parents gives a child they do not love or respect nor knowledge. “King… the
task… at which you have assigned me….” He was interrupted by Matir yet again. “Look
at this. The maggot can say six words now before catching his breath. Get this
cretin a soul cookie!” Savio grits his teeth and continues. “A group of Gillian
have wandered off and if Im not mistaken they have made it into the world of
the Living.
“Savio… stand up and go retrieve that which you can my son.”<o:p></o:p> The King had given Savio the chance to stand. He felt
empowered by Savio’s bold attempt to deal with multiple pressure from not just
himself but the other Espada that sat with him; Matir, Alacran and Quimera. “King…”
“Yes Quimera. I know that I purposely let those Hollows out. Let‘s see if young
Apollo can live up to his name. WE will leave it up to him to go to the World
of the Living and retrieve although two captain class Shinigami and several
lower ranked ones are combating them as we speak. Should prove to entertain me
for the time being…”
|1 Hour Later|
Reiryoku seemed to break from the atmosphere above Karakura
Town as a black beam of energy which resembled something like a mouth began to
open to show condensed energy. In the midst of this condensed energy emerged
Savio no Apollo. He spat towards the ground and let a large grin come over his
face. He stepped forward as the Garganta closed and he raised both hands into
the air. “The symphony… my battleground. It has been far too long have I heard
the resonating sound of clashing metal, carving of flesh and the destruction
that ensues afterwards. This is what I missed… this is what I revel in… Matir….watch
me…”
Savio took a downward dash as his body began to flash in and
out separated by a few hundred meters away each time. Everytime he reappeared a
blurring sound could be heard; this was sonido; a high-speed movement that
Arrancar could execute. It was then that his eyes had widened as he saw a
female Shinigami heading to attack one of the Gillian that was loose. As the
sword was arching over her head and down to the top of the Gillians head, Savio
made it in the nick of time to not only defend his brother but to eradicate the
Shinigami all in the same process.Which manner speaking? A clubbing blow that
seemed to knock the Shinigami far away. He whistled while he thought aloud. “Damn… I hope she didn’t go back to Soul Society already..”
A bright smile had come over his smug face as he continued to survey the battle
going on. Savio the Destroyer had arrived.
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akahito
Roleplayer
Stern Ritter
Posts: 6
Race: Quincy
Tier: E-1
Reiatsu: Strong
Seishin: 10
Budo: 20
Heiki: 20
Koudu: 40
Hoho: 35
Soul Shards: -450
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Post by akahito on Mar 7, 2013 12:21:37 GMT -5
Seattle hadn’t seen a Hollow in months. Seven months to be more exact. As such, Akahito’s orders had taken him on a nine hour flight to Narita, Japan. The airport, like all others were busy. Akahito, though of Japanese descent, was born in the United Kingdom, in the town of Greenoc. He had lived in Seattle most of his life, so his Scottish accent was no longer there. Now he was home, home of his ancestors.
The subway was waiting for him when he arrived. Like what had been in movies, the subway was packed, to the point where Akahito was standing, squashed against others. It was good he packed light. Where he would be staying had everything he needed.
“Anata wa shisaidesu ka?”
Akahito looked over and saw a young business woman. He wasn’t sure what she said, but he simply nodded and smiled. His Japanese was rusty, so aside from knowing it was a question about him, he didn’t recognize shisaidesu.
The lights turned off, and the room sounded like a suction as everyone gasped. There were a few muffled screams. Akahito looked around, his eyes piercing the veil of the spirit world. He knew something wasn’t right. It was a feeling he got whenever a hollow arrived.
“Too many people here. This is a feast for it. Damn it.” The train shook violently. Screams struck his ears as the train derailed, striking the tunnel walls. Buckling, the train jolted to a halt, throwing everyone off their feet.
After a moment, everything settled. Akahito dug himself out of the pile of bodies. Some were alive, others were dead. There were too many to defend, and even then, his shield would’ve been useless.
He knew the attack would come soon, and as he was able to dig himself out, it happened. The backend of the train car was torn apart as he saw the giant hollow. It grabbed a body and began absorbing its soul. A sickening sight beheld Akahito. The man was already gone. Only thing he could do was defend the remaining.
“Jinsei...” he whispered as a white plate of energy formed on his right forearm. The light faded, revealing a silver shield with a gold etched cross and an ornate circle. “Leave here demon!”
The soul energy from Akahito was beyond what the hollow could resist, and the beast came at him. Its claws raking, threatening to cleave the Quincy into shreds of flesh. Akahito was not new to dangerous situations. Having been in the war against the Shinigami who were far more dangerous, Akahito knew what it took to win a battle.
The claws squealed as they raked against the shield. Deep scratches formed, but a white light soon healed the wounds of the shield. One after another, like a wild beast, the hollow struck. The Quincy waited, taking the beating as he held his ground. Frustrated at it not doing anything to his prey, the Hollow backed away and came at him, head low, then charged the best it could in such cramped conditions. It slammed into the shield forcing Akahito to shift his weight.
A sickening crack. He had stepped on the arm of one of the victims. He winced and knew he had to make a move. “Defend.” The hollow backed up, prepping for another charge in as it had found something to force the prey back. The shield vanished, but the white glow instead surrounded the Quincy, and a moment later, the Quincy was in his full armor, silver, like the shield.
The hollow charged in once more, but instead of facing an opponent that had been defending, it was now facing an opponent on the offensive who moved with speed greater than one normally could with full plate armor. The metal fist struck the white mask, shattering it. Akahito’s fist dug in deep, and a loud cry escaped the creature’s mouth. The cry soon turned to a man’s as the real soul became known, but then it was too late. Its soul had been destroyed, vanishing into the unknown.
The armor vanished, and standing there was just the priest once again. He sighed. The hollows were fierce creatures, but they were human souls gone mad. This is where the Shinigami had it right. But as a human, the Quincy couldn’t afford to be sentimental. They didn’t have the power of the Death Gods, and had to rely on their own power. Not the best way, but better one soul than the couple hundred in this train.
“Rest in peace.”
Already, a hollow had shown itself. What was with Japan and hollows? It was well known that most of the attacks happened in Japan. Could it be they believe in spirits a lot more than most other countries? Many Japanese believe that their loved ones continue on as spirits, protecting them. Some become evil and do evil deeds because they cannot rest. Many Quincy followed this belief. Akahito though believed that a soul was merely energy, and that hollows are just harnessed energy. Though that didn’t explain Shinigami at all. Maybe some become gods. Those that have ascended beyond their physical bodies.
Exiting out the tear the hollow had made, Akahito ran along the top of the train until he reached the front, then sprinted down the tunnel. It would be a long run, but he’d still be there before they could get another train going soon enough. By train, it took an hour to get to the Tokyo station. There were other options though, thankfully.
WC:925
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Post by Okuma on Mar 13, 2013 23:52:08 GMT -5
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