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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Mar 15, 2015 20:36:25 GMT -6
Aizen chuckled, "yes, is see that it is." Folding his hands behind him he turned looking at the God once more. "Tervaden. He asked for a time of passing. Am I correct?" Alister nodded. "How long?" Aizen continued.
"He requested ten years, and that you be placed out in the open, but not as yourself." Alister offered, but no more then that.
Aizen smirked. " Yes, I could see such a request." He paused and thought for a few moments. "I would like to request an extra five years to be added to the ten Tervaden already requested. However, in the five years; the last two, I would like to be returned back to myself with the capabilities of shape-shifting between my self and the identity I will be placed with."
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Post by Alister on Mar 16, 2015 7:12:10 GMT -6
Alister sighed, lifting his hand to rub his temple. "Everything has a price, Sousuke Aizen. This held true with Tervaden. And, it will hold true with you." He shook his head and lowered his hands. "For Tervaden, he could have the power I granted him on the conditions that if he ever fought Juushiro Ukitake, his power would fail. The other was that Yumiko Ryouma's pain would return." Alister looked to the Hollow Soul Reaper and nodded.
"I will grant you this request. But, here is your price. From here, I will go to Tervaden and he will have his ten years. But, I will take from him, not only the power I gave, but his own. Along with every memory." Alister searched the Hollow Soul Reaper's face from any sign of compromise. None. "He will be, in every sense, human. For fifteen years, he will know the life of a human. And, if you or any form or you makes contact with him, I will drop your guise and give him the power necessary to kill you."
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Mar 16, 2015 14:29:46 GMT -6
Aizen did not hesitate, "I see no problems with this. Do as you must as long as I get fifteen years with the last two granting me the abilities to shift between my former self with full powers and this new image you are giving me."
He looked to the God with a smirk and questioning eyes. "What is your name? If I am allowed to ask, holy one?"
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Post by Alister on Mar 16, 2015 14:57:27 GMT -6
Alister shook his head. "I will not grant you your full power without greater consequence. You will have back only a fraction of your power - The ability to change and perform basic Soul Reaper tasks. Your full power will return at the end of the thirteen year mark." The god turned away from the man. "As to my name, it is Alister."
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Mar 16, 2015 15:32:31 GMT -6
Aizen's smirk remained as the God Alister turned his back on him. "I will remember you. Alister. For your help within reaching my goals. You will not be forgotten easily." Aizen turned back looking out over Karakura. His mind wandering to and fro of the past and the soon to be future that was just within his grasps.
"I must say," his hand rose from his side extending outward in front of him as he spoke, his smirk turning to a malice grin, "this down time will serve its purpose quite well. Soon. Very soon--" His hand clenched tightly as if crushing something within it a maniacal chuckle slipping from his chest. "I will return."
Feeling a change come over him, Aizen looked at his hand as it turned wrinkled and frail. He started to laugh, his now boisterous, masculine tone, now old, hoarse and coarse. He turned looking at Alister noticing he was blurred. Looking down his nose he saw wire framed glasses sitting on the end of his nose. He chuckled softly pushing them up as he shook his head.
"Well now-- You pick a rather innocent image for me to portray; don't you think?" Aizen could not help but be amused at his new self.
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Post by Alister on Mar 16, 2015 17:02:04 GMT -6
"A form fitting for man with rage enough to spread over the ages." Alister began to tire of the aging man. "I am not something to be used by you, Sousuke Aizen. Enjoy your fifteen years." The godly gate closed as Alister entered and disappeared in the dark.
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Post by Old Man Gary Faux on Mar 16, 2015 17:42:10 GMT -6
The old man chuckled lightly as he looked to the beaten path on the hillside, walking toward it a gleeful grin across his lips as he started down the path to the unsuspecting town below. What manner of game shall he play with his new subjects?
"Human. So naive and frail.." His thoughts then brought on a bounce in his step as he chuckled lightly again. "I wonder what the dear Kita will think of me now. I must look her up while residing here with them all."
Still chuckling he continued on his way down the hillside.
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Post by Uyru Ishida on Aug 14, 2015 8:09:30 GMT -6
"Sternritter A - A Quincy's True Power":Uryu stood beneath the canopy of a large tree, adjusting the belt around his waist. He counted the small silver cylinders that lined it. Ten in all, each with a different marking on its top.
Reaching into his jacket, he pulled from an inside pocket the medallion of the Sternritter. Running his pale fingers over the medallion, Uryu hummed to himself. He slid the medallion back into his pocket. Taking the first cylinder marked with a single circle, Uryu looked to the sky above.
"Let us begin."
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Post by Kenji Urahara on Aug 14, 2015 8:46:32 GMT -6
Kenji walked slowly toward Ishida, still bandaged and sore from the attack that took place a couple of day earlier. Hunched over and groaning, he walked with Tora at his side for support.
"My dad is going to kill me, when he finds I'm out of the house, Oreo." he grunted. Picking at the bandages wrapped around his left arm, Kenji looked to Ishida with a smile only an Urahara can give. He stood straight, shaking the bandages from his arm.
"So, what's that?"
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Post by Uyru Ishida on Aug 14, 2015 8:57:20 GMT -6
"Tools of the Sternritter." answered Uryu. He extended his hand, with the cylinder in the center of his palm, so that the Urahara can see. He pointed to the marking on the top.
"Each of the cylinders have a unique power of its own. The powers are unique to the Sternritter...Quincy. Each power worse than the one before it."
"Zaps in a can?" questioned Kenji. "So, this is something that only a Quincy can use?" he raised a brow as he took the small cylinder from Ishida's hand.
"No." replied Uryu. "Not that one, anyway." Uryu removed his frames, folding them and placing them in the inside pocket of his jacket. "That is hollow bait." He looked to the confused Urahara. "It does exactly what it sounds like. It draws hollows to a specific location."
"So, we're going to draw them here?"
Uryu nodded, taking the cylinder from the child. "It serves a purpose, Urahara."
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Post by Kenji Urahara on Aug 14, 2015 9:26:27 GMT -6
Kenji shook the remaining bandages from his body and stretched. "Do you really think he will come?" he asked looking to Ishida. He didn't answer. Kenji shrugged, working his shoulders.
Uryu took a deep breath, tossing the silver cylinder in the air. He quickly snatched his crest from around his neck, forming his bow. Firing at the cylinder, the small object exploded in a bright blue haze. The roar of hollows followed as the haze fell.
"Do you remember what we spoke about, Kenji?"
Kenji nodded. "When you give the word, consider it done."
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Post by Uyru Ishida on Aug 14, 2015 10:10:45 GMT -6
Uryu looked up as a massive Menos Grande tore through the haze. Pulling back on his bow, Uryu fired a cluster of arrows, immediately taking the hollow down.
"Get ready, Kenji Urahara." A smile formed on his lips as his eyes narrowed. "We're about to see just how much of your father you are."
The tear opened wider as hoards of hollows poured out.
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Post by Kenji Urahara on Aug 14, 2015 10:40:44 GMT -6
Kenji drew his blade, grinning ear to ear. "Kitty roar!" Forming a tri-blade hand claw around his hand, Kenji readied himself to fight the masses.
Shunpoing toward a tree, Kenji catapulted off of the tree toward the hollows. The tree shattered from the force of his jump. Kenji spun wildly, tearing into every hollow that crossed his path. Slamming his fist into he masked face of one of the hollows, Kenji forced the hollow to ground. He landed on the chest of the hollow, legs buckling slightly from pain.
Kenji grunted, shunpoing to his next target.
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Post by Uyru Ishida on Aug 14, 2015 11:33:33 GMT -6
Uryu's eyes widened at the teenager's display. He smiled. "Very much like your father." Lowering his bow, Uryu let a hand fall to his belt. He drew the second cylinder, marked with two overlapping hexagons.
Drawing his bow, the light arrow pierced the cylinder. Uryu fired the arrow, piercing one of the hollows through the chest. The hollow burst into flame before exploding, taking out a group of hollows with it.
He pulled the fourth and fifth cylinders from his belt, dropping them to the ground and moving closer to the Urahara child.
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Post by Kenji Urahara on Aug 14, 2015 12:25:03 GMT -6
Again, Kenji buckled in pain. He grunted as he fell to his knees. "Damn it! Uryu, I can't keep up." Kenji swung his bladed hand, tearing into several hollows. He hadn't recovered enough, and he knew it.
"Damn it. I really didn't want to do this." Kenji looked up at the tear in the sky raining hollows. Rising to his feet, Kenji stood with his father's grin. "Alright Tora. Let's show them what we can do! Arakure Tora, One Hundred Power!"
Calling on his power - his bankai - nearly a hundred wisps in the form of white tigers appeared. As Kenji motioned, running toward his next series of targets, the wisps moved with him roaring along the way.
Shouting and jumping in excitement as he ran, Kenji surrounded himself in streams of flaring reaitsu. "One, two, ninety-nine!" Suddenly, Kenji transformed into a ferocious white tiger. Baring his fangs, Kenji gave a booming roar. "One hundred!"
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