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Post by Seto Tetsuya on Sept 27, 2015 15:16:38 GMT -6
"Yes." replied Vale as he stood to his feet. "Here I am taking advice from a man I haven't seen for centuries. A man I don't honestly give a fuck about!" Vale continued to laugh as he waved Chinmoku's hilt at his brother. Satoshi immediately drew his blade at the sight of the empty hilt.
"I appreciate the advice, brother. I really do. And, whatever comes from this visit of yours, is entirely your fault. Not that you'll be around for people to thank for it." Vale pointed to a calm, silent Chinmoku swirling above.
Looking to Satoshi, Vale smiled as a red line formed on Satoshi's face and blood ran from it. "Let the games begin."
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Post by Satoshi Tetsuya on Sept 27, 2015 16:38:48 GMT -6
Satoshi grew short of breath as he drew his blade. The skies darkened and the ground shook beneath him. Roots and vines sprouted from the ground and twisted themselves around him, tightening as the encased him.
"What is this?" questioned Satoshi, struggling against against the roots and vines. Managing to free himself for a brief moment, Satoshi cut at the fight vines. But, a shadowy figure appeared snatching his blade away.
The figure held out his zanpakuto, bending and twisting it in it's grasp. The blade broke; the sound of the metal snapping forced Satoshi to grow still.
"No..." Satoshi's voice shook as he grew sick with worry. The figure took the broken pieces of the blade and stabbed Satoshi through the chest repeatedly. Blood poured from him as he begged the figure to stop.
"...Please..."
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Post by Seto Tetsuya on Sept 27, 2015 17:23:41 GMT -6
Vale laughed as his brother sunk to the floor, as his hallucination took hold. He watched as Satoshi trembled on his knees, his zanpakuto lay on the ground next to him. Walking over to Satoshi, Vale smiled and leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Dear Satoshi Tetsuya." he began. "Your brother Seto, as you knew him, died many years ago. The only trace of him that remains are the memories I have from my time as a human. But, you're right. I probably should stop half assing shit." Vale placed his hand on Satoshi's shoulder and pushed him over. His smiled turned into a grin as he watched his brother writhe on the ground still locked in Vale's hallucination. He listened to his brother beg for mercy still in his hallucination. "Until next time, brother." Vale bowed mockingly as the god of fire appeared. "How loving of you, Tervaden." spoke the god. "To leave you kin drowning in the despair you've created in his mind."Vale shrugged, motioning for the god to open a gate. As the gate opened and Vale stepped through it, he turned to face Satoshi again. "Let him have their zanpakuto. They're going to need them." "What are you up to, Tervaden?"Vale smiled, disappearing into the dark of the gate. "Wouldn't you like to know." END RP "Searching for Harmony in the Pieces Left Behind": |
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Post by Captain Toshiro Hitsugaya on Jan 19, 2016 12:40:10 GMT -6
"The Last Six Months": (Continued) Teruo stared out into the dark of the Rukongai. From the roof of the newest Rebellion House, he looked over the land through the eyes of the Captain known as Toshiro Hitsugaya.
Over the last six months, Teruo had used his newest appearance to force the Rebellion closer to Tervaden's territory. Closer to the rest of the Ayakashi. Closer to the capture. Closer to their deaths.
Teruo growled beneath his breath, cursing the false form of his. He looked down at his hands, one resting on the hilt of his zanpakuto. Naraku had returned to his side. Only leaving every few days to force the Rebellion to move.
Tapping on the hilt of the blade, Teruo let a grin form on his lips.
"A little bit closer, my dear. A little bit closer." Fade
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Jul 28, 2016 11:13:12 GMT -6
"A Stroll":The two had gotten up very early the next day, Kita packing a bag for their walk to the Academy to see Sojiro. The bag consisted of drinks and a small lunch for three and a change of clothes for Kadaj. Because she knew that boy would not stay clean. He was always into something. Like the lunch she was preparing for their walk. He had to help and he made sure he was in the middle of it as she used the leftovers from the night before. But his helping was not the only thing he did. There was a million question to follow along with its preparations. Some questions not even obtaining to their outing or what they were doing. Kadaj's biggest question was 'Why was daddy not coming along?' Kita tried to explain the best she could to help him understand but not go into such great detail to so confuse him adding more questions on top of more questions. One thing she could say about her boys. They were very curious and learned quickly.
As they walked along Kadaj ran around his mother, his arms spread out and him making swooshing sounds with a grunt and a growl from time to time. She asked him if he were pretending to be a plane. All he answered with, was...
"No! I daddy's yittle d'agon, mommy!" And continue to run around doing swooping and diving movements with his body. She only giggled softly and they continued their walk, Kadaj causing them to stop from time to time because he became interested in something that caught his eye and chasing butterflies or picking flowers along side the path they walked. His reason for the delay was because he wanted to take it to Sojiro for a gift to make him happy and see him smile. She only let him keep the flowers through. Explaining to him that the butterfly would not live if he kept him in his pocket or trapped in his hands. He was saddened, but she assured him he could catch another pretty butterfly for his brother once they got to the Academy. He would then perk up and they would be on their way once more.
Moved
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Post by Yumiko Ryouma on Jul 31, 2016 22:18:05 GMT -6
"Lost II": In a dark corner of the Rukongai, Yumiko lay wrapped in the haori of her kimono and a cloak of Kyokko. She'd buried her reiatsu deep within her, though it wasn't something she'd done on purpose. More instinctual after - that. Yumiko did't remember attacking Yumichika or running. She just remembered the great ripping from the well of reiatsu she could reach into. The gulf that slashed across the tenuous quiet she'd formed in her mind. And the blind numbing terror that clawed at her after. Flinging out a wave of sakura blossoms, she didn't acknowledge any of it. Just fled. As fast as she could. As if she could escape its reach - and the stark meaning she was denying with each step. Then Kyoraku's death forced her to her knees. She couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Her eyes clouded with tears. Yet more tears. Another loss. Again. Why?! Releasing an anguished wail, of fury and betrayal, a pillar of flame whipped up from her blade. Still screaming, throat throbbing, she'd slammed her blade into its sheathe and silenced the waves of energy and support. Plunging herself into darkness.
Too wretched to tend to the burns. She just moved on. She didn't have a destination. Everything was being rippped from her. Again. Like a past she had tried to bury. After all she'd done... and gone through. After what had been taken from her. It was too unjust. Too much. It hurt to think of running to the people left. Was this her punishment for falling for those two? Or something else? Would it end? She didn't know. She didn't want to be found.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Sept 14, 2016 22:40:05 GMT -6
"Denial":
Gin drilled his fingers along the top of the table of the room Kisuke had found for him in the Rukongai. Red district. Difficult to trace. Not that Gin cared for the perks around him. But then again, his jobs here were easier to block out of his mind than other certain details.
Such as the joys given him the last time he'd woken up.
The fox cast his eyes towards the half-shuttered window, watching the lights of the evening show glitter up from below. In another time, a man dressed in a pleasantly patterned kimono would have discarded his glasses and leaned his head against his hand, a thin smirk of danger on his lips as he requested a report from the new ‘tool’ he’d picked up. And if he had turned around, Gin would have witnessed the almost mad glint in his eyes. Waiting for the ‘puppet’ to make a mistake.
But it had been nearly one of the first hurdles.
He had to get past it.
Now, again, he had to get past another set of hurdles. Evading a devious shopkeeper, his new master, and retaliating against the threat of Vale Tervaden, now wearing the facade of Seto Tetsuya. To get to the goal.
His raven-haired woman.
If she was still his. "You love her and she loves you. You just have to remind her of that."
Gin’s lips twisted upwards as Ran’s words echoed in his mind. The trick to his madness was getting Kita alone. Without distractions. And she was right. He had to talk to her. And if her love, and her decision, were real-Gin flipped a coin in his hand, watching it twirl and flicker in the twilight.Then what? A smirk appeared in the back of his mind. Gin caught the coin. Well, he did, at least, have that. “You have always been a fascinating, dangerous man, Gin Ichimaru.”
Gin whirled around and drew his blade, leaping.
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Post by Halias on Sept 14, 2016 23:06:29 GMT -6
Turning a blade brimming with starlight, the goddess silenced Shinsou and smiled. Flame that didn’t burn warped around her hilt as she adjusted her grip. “And your reflexes are recovering. That is good. You will need them for the next enemy to come your way.”
She faded backwards before reappearing by the closed door on the other side of the small room. “Even you will have trouble preparing for them. When they come for you and your son,” she continued in the same firm tone. Instead of a lady’s kimono, she wore long robes that flowed around her and her dark hair. The cloth shimmered like the midnight sky, shifting between dark indigo, ebony, and strikes of midnight violet. And even from here, the sword seems alive.
“You who wears a dozen masks to survive, of which only a few are real and that change with the seasons. Who has been ready for all but the test of love. Where will you go next?” A silver circlet gleamed on her forehead.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Sept 16, 2016 12:27:42 GMT -6
Gin smirked. “And if I was nice, I'd ask politely what I've done to deserve a goddess appearing in my bedroom of all places, but then again," he continued with a sneer, "I really don’t like it when your kind spins more riddles about me and my supposed destiny." Sheathing his blade, Gin kept his hand on his weapon, recalling certain details that Kisuke mentioned in their little visit. About a certain ugly fight. “Scratch that. I’m not fond of your type. Period. Right now. So skip the doomsday speech. It’s kind of lame at this point.”
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Post by Halias on Sept 16, 2016 12:50:42 GMT -6
Halias chuckled and lowered her sword, letting it vanish with another swirl of her robes. “Don’t try to hissing at me, Ichimaru. I have been told about you.”
Gin’s perilous grin grew. “And you’re not a redhead, raven haired, or a child, so I don’t think that little phrase applies to you.” He folded his arms. “I already know about Aizen’s new location and a particular cloud of danger that’s looming over Soul Society. In fact, I had already guessed at least half of that certain puzzle after your kind let two good captains die at the hands of a certain monster.”
Halias folded her own arms. “Your little act isn’t fooling me, Ichimaru. I am Halias the goddess of prophecy and dreams. And both are quite enlightening about you.” The reaper stayed silent. “You should heed my warning. I repeat. What is coming is worse than even you suspect. And though you may examine and listen to all we have hinted at, and you may find the answer to the riddles we have left behind; however, any measure will only be temporary.”
Gin scoffed quietly. “Of course it will be. It’s Aizen.”
Halias’ dark violet eyes narrowed. “Will that attitude keep the yoke from returning around your neck?” Again the reaper was quiet. “You have learned much in your journey over the centuries, Gin Ichimaru, and gained many kinds of weapons. Which are the poisonous ones? Which will grant your desire?”
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Sept 16, 2016 14:36:07 GMT -6
“And which will give me your head?” Gin continued, adding to the list created. He waved a hand. “Then again, do we really want me to have the answer to that one? Or do we want you to get on with the reason you’re here?” He paused, almost giving the goddess time to reply.
“Oh and by the way,” he quipped, “if you wish to ‘bear me a child’ you can turn right around and return to the Godly Realm. I’m not interested.”
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Post by Halias on Sept 16, 2016 14:51:08 GMT -6
Halias folded her arms and snapped her fingers, suddenly immobilizing the angry reaper. “Your permission is a courtesy given you, not a right, Ichimaru. And though I have been patient with you, my reserves are less than the Seraph. Do not try me.” She released the irate fox.
“Tell me why you would spurn my gift, Ichimaru,” the goddess demanded. “The first son gave you a new strength. It would be the same for another. And you would be protective of the daughter. As you have been of the women in your life. And when you are no longer bound to either one of them. So why are you declining this opportunity?”
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Sept 16, 2016 20:04:04 GMT -6
Gin smirked once more. “I will give you an answer, goddess, because it is simple. I choose who I bind myself to, and I choose when to step away.” He paused and held up two fingers. “I ended one of those relationships. But no one asked me about the other one. It is NOT over. And she is the only one I will be creating more ties with. Do you understand?”
Realizing he was walking towards the goddess, he stepped back. “She’s the only one who’s earned that level of trust."
And risk.
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Post by Halias on Sept 16, 2016 20:21:22 GMT -6
Halias smirked. “If you feel that strongly about this - and her - then why are you hiding in the shadows of your past?” She walked over and stood in front of him, looking into his slitted eyes, ignoring the danger spark. “The strength you need for this chapter isn’t there. It’s somewhere much more vulnerable and real.” She set a hand on her chest…
… and then faded from the room.
“Do not wait too long. The other side of your destiny is not laying idle. Poison? Or your wish? Which will prevail? And why do you need the other?”
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Sept 16, 2016 20:29:18 GMT -6
For a few minutes, Gin stayed silent and then sneered. “Don’t they have anything better to do than to badger me about destiny of all things?” He glanced out the window and then drew the curtains, leaving him in total darkness. Certain details flittered about the edges of his eyesight.
A bare shoulder, the curve of a breast, a swirl of her raven hair, that pouting mouth reddened and wide. He ran a hand over his face.
And set it on his blade once more.
“I know that already."
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