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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Feb 3, 2015 17:50:40 GMT -6
Gin smirked. “Try is more like it, Captain,” he quipped. His eyes narrowed as Aizen cut his arm then chuckled as it healed. “I won’t let you do to my son what I let you do to me, Aizen, and I have another attempt on my life to pay you back for.”
Aizen chuckled, eyes still blackened. “The key word there is let, Ichimaru. You chose my side and you flourished. I will show you that the side you're on now will mean nothing but suffering for you.”
“Go ahead and try,” Gin snarled, launching another Bankai attack of Shinsou at his former master. He growled as he healed. “I will leave a mark on you that won’t heal as easily, Aizen. Even if I can’t finish you today, I will do that.”
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Feb 3, 2015 18:30:32 GMT -6
Aizen chuckled and blocked the attack, but was pushed back by the force, he smirked. "Adding a little of the Goddess there, Snake?"
Aizen twirled his sword and lunged at Gin again his sword slashing down and across his chest. He spun bring his sword up again this time the upward swing cut up Gin's back.
"What was that about leaving marks, Snake?"
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Feb 3, 2015 20:01:56 GMT -6
Gin growled at him, recalling his Bankai and rushing his former master, the lightning fast movement that he was just as well known for. Still smirking, Aizen matched him for enough strikes that Gin couldn’t scratch him. The force of their reiatsu clashing sent the terrified owl higher still, causing more chaos to the structure of the canopy.
Aizen chuckled again. “I told you before Gin that even if you were faster than me, the better swordsmaster is me.” He then brought Kyoka up and around, locking with Shinsou's hilt and nearly pulling it from Gin’s hand. “Though you have gotten stronger.” He scoffed. “With a Goddess’ help.”
Gin glared. Then smirked.
Shinsou arched up and ripped up from the side of his neck, slicing deep into his cheek and up into his left eye. A fluid precise slash.
Gin pulled away, flicking the blood off his blade. The owl screamed, heading for him with his talons. Gin pushed him away with a wave of power and focused back on Aizen.
“That only works if you know everything about me,” he stated quietly, “which you haven’t since the end of the first war, Captain.”
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Feb 3, 2015 21:14:21 GMT -6
Aizen's eyes narrowed still in their blackened state. "I know enough to kill you."
He vanished then reappeared directly behind Gin, Kyoka raised above his head and coming down quickly over the top of Gin. "Die Ichimaru." Whispered Aizen.
NO! GIN! Came a scream from across the yard as Aizen looked the way of the screaming woman. Kita was standing just inside the doorway of the canopy as she reached out toward Gin. Aizen smirked still letting his blade fall down on the snake.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Feb 3, 2015 21:48:33 GMT -6
Kita’s scream jolted Gin into action again. Spinning around, he caught the blade on his own again and extended Shinsou at the same time, ripping into Aizen’s sword hand. Not giving him time to retaliate, he arched his blade upwards, letting Shinsou arch into the full arm, splitting it down the middle, even cracking the bone in half to the elbow.
He pulled away a fraction too soon as a Kido blast tore into his side from Aizen’s other hand. Grin grunted and swung Shinsou in a butterfly arch, letting the cutting powers of the blade slide through the flesh and bone again from shoulder to torso.
“Bankai, Buto Renjin.”
Aizen was stabbed in a dozen places at point blank range.
Gin pulled back, healing powers moving over his burned and bleeding side. “Marked for death, Captain,” he hissed painfully. “You’re marked for death.”
He vanished, even his trail of blood, reappearing by Kita’s side. “Time to go, dearie~”
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Feb 3, 2015 22:18:14 GMT -6
Kita looked at the healing Gin as he appeared beside her. She smiled warmly at him and raised her hand still looking at Gin. "Where to?"
"The Shop." Gin told her.
She nodded and opened the gate as the two entered leaving Las Noches. Kita knew she would be back, but this time it would be on her terms. Not because she was brought back to this hell. After all, she had friends there that hopefully would want to return home soon, and there was a man that needed to die in a bad away that still lived and breathed.
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Post by Orihime Inoue on Feb 3, 2015 22:37:04 GMT -6
"Fragile No More":Inoue walked slowly towards the Canopy, Yumiko's zanpakuto in hand. Her footsteps silent on the marble floor as she made her way, unnoticed. She walked past Vale, who lay bloodied and broken on the floor, just outside of the Canopy. Inoue ignored Yumiko completely, as she lay slumped over at the entrance. "Bitch..." Inoue whispered walking into the room. She was pulled out of the entry way as a giant white owl swooped down from the towering ceiling of the canopy.
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Post by Ulquiorra Cifer on Feb 3, 2015 22:46:14 GMT -6
Before the owl could grab or harm her, a flash of white appeared at her side and then leaped on top of it. Ulquiorra rode the owl as it flapped awkwardly backwards and slammed his hand on his neck. The bird fell to the ground in a whirlwind of dust and debris, leaving the knocked out form of Koga, muttering about seeing before passing out.
Ulquiorra walked up to Orihime, gave a passing glance to the blade in her hand, and then started to walk past her.
“Tread carefully before you heal Lord Aizen, or he may kill you.”
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Post by Orihime Inoue on Feb 3, 2015 22:55:57 GMT -6
Inoue pushed a few stray hair back into her ponytail. "Or maybe, he won't." She looked over her shoulder with a smile. "Here's to hoping!" She took a few steps before to turned around, her head tilted to its side. "Why are you here, Ulquiorra? Now anyway?" She pointed at the Espada with Yumiko's zanpakuto. "Why weren't you here to help with all of this? Too busy fucking Aizen's daughter?"
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Post by Ulquiorra Cifer on Feb 3, 2015 23:43:48 GMT -6
Ulquiorra stared at the woman for a few moments and then turned on his heel from her. “I don’t own you an explanation, woman. And I wouldn’t misplace what’s in your hand.” He calculated the damage and turned around, heading towards the groaning form of Vale Tervaden and the unconscious figure of the noble.
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Post by Orihime Inoue on Feb 4, 2015 0:13:37 GMT -6
Inoue waved off the Espada. "I don't plan on it." She perked up to the sound of Vale groaning from his pool of blood on the floor. "Can you do me a favor? Can you drag him to his room, please? Yumiko too." She glanced over to Aizen's mangled form lying on the ground. She bit her lip as she began her walk towards him.
She knelt down beside him, setting Mizue beside him and raising her hands over his body. "Soten Kisshun..." she whispered, erecting a half barrier over his body.
"Get away from me." he snarled, his eyes still blackened but fading. "I don't need help from a human woman. I've had enough of your kind."
"No! You don't!" snapped Inoue. "But, considering I can heal you much faster than you can heal yourself, just lie there and take it." She smiled as she continued to heal his broken form. He said nothing.
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Feb 4, 2015 0:45:56 GMT -6
Aizen laid there letting Inoue heal him. He knew she was right, but he would not admit it aloud. As her healing force rushed through his arm, he thought back to the fight and Gin's last words to him.
Marked for death, Captain. You’re marked for death.
He growled low in his chest clenching his good fist. "I will come for you Ichimaru. You and that bitch of yours."
He looked up into the canopy, slowly letting his eyes close as his arm healed.
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Post by Ulquiorra Cifer on Feb 4, 2015 0:47:08 GMT -6
Ulquiorra looked after Orihime for a moment then turned back to his task, frowning deeply. Las Noches had broken the woman, which meant she was no longer anything to notice or observe. Something about that statement…. bothered him.
Ulquiorra knelt by Vale and slowly rolled him over. His eyes callously observed the status of his injuries and his ears detected enough noise to add internal wounds to the list. It would take a long time for him to heal.
His eyes widened for a moment as he felt the familiar presence of Orihime’s shield come to life. He glanced over his shoulder. Like the woman, the power lacked its brilliance from before. However, the lack-luster performance would serve its purpose.
He moved from Vale’s softly cursing form and moved to noble woman, carefully turning her over. HIs eyes widened again before emptying. The woman’s attire was severely lacking, one loose kimono and nothing underneath, but it was not her near nakedness that arrested the Fourth.
He’d seen that before most of the other espada.
His eyes narrowed as he continued his assessment. Yumiko Ryouma was covered in blood; however, his keen eyes observed few injuries of her own, but for a few claw marks on her arms and one on her leg. Her energy levels were slight to none, but it didn’t seem to have been from a draining…. and her skin was pale, the shade almost too close to his own. She seemed to be breathing.
What did this mean? Was she broken?
A growl from behind him caused him to look up.
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Post by Orihime Inoue on Feb 4, 2015 0:54:26 GMT -6
"Well, that just stupid, Stupid." she stated, looking over he shoulder trying to get a view of Ulquiorra. "How are you going to come for anyone like this? He's gotten the best of you on a few occasions. Perhaps you should try a different approach. Like not nearly dying."
Aizen, having had his arm healed enough to heal on his own, narrowed his eyes at Inoue. His brown eyes frightening. So frightening, she lowered her barrier and backed away.
"Well, alright then! I think you're all better. Bye!" She scurried out of the canopy leaving Aizen, Starrk and Koga in the canopy to lick their own wounds.
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Post by Seto Tetsuya on Feb 4, 2015 0:56:48 GMT -6
"Is...Is she alright?" asked Vale. Pain coursed through his body with every word. He couldn't move. I'm sorry, Rose. "Is she alright?" he shouted. His chest tightened causing him to cough, staining his teeth and lips red. "Ulquiorra?"
"Stop moving," the Fourth instructed bluntly, "you're bleeding enough."
"Answer the fucking question."
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