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| Topic Started: May 25 2010, 12:06 AM (262 Views) | |
| Kokuyougan | May 25 2010, 12:06 AM Post #1 |
 
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((Mostly for Shinjay but if anyone else wants to tag along then go for it I guess.)) Karakura was a town with no lacking of spirits. The town did indeed have a number of particularly powerful souls wandering around town at any given moment, they might pass you on the street, they might stand next to you in the subway or they might even be in your class or at your job. Regardless of how many there were, they always stood out to anyone who could identify them. This was why Samsara had been given a mission from Saki. The mission? To lure someone, anyone of spiritual significance, to a particular spot. Now granted, a powerful soul wasn’t enough to lure someone away from what they were doing, but a mostly nude (as in mostly lacking upper-garments) and very well-proportioned woman often did the job quite nicely. Now there were four other women Saki could have chosen from for this mission, but one was occupied (and probably too easily distracted for the job), another was a rather psychotic midget, one was tall enough to make most people crap their pants and the fourth had the personality of a hyena. So, naturally, Samsara was the only one for the job. All she really did was walk a couple laps around any “spiritually rich” areas until she could sense someone tagging along. Whenever they started to get closer to her she made sure to pick up the pace enough to stay just far enough away to be out of their reach. That was how it went until they reached her destination, a seemingly abandoned area on the very edge of town; run-down buildings, litter in the streets and not a single unbroken window in the whole neighborhood. Now see this was an odd place because there were souls here, just not living ones. Not one living person in the whole two square miles, but souls everywhere. Some more corrupt than others, but all of them corrupt. Were they hollows? Souls on the verge of being hollows? No, not at all. The dark-skinned woman came to a halt and turned to face her little sheep… only for her to be shocked to find out who had followed her. Her brother. |
| Shinji | May 26 2010, 08:54 AM Post #2 |
 
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He hadn't thought to grab a weapon or his gigai, and for once the Captain that was not had found himself without an alias or zanpaktou as he dreamily followed the haunting figure of family past. Following his death Shinji had only managed to track down one person who had known him from his days as a human; a sister named Samsara. Rather she had tracked him down, her memories intact and the sight of her brother so unchanged from his younger years before forced servitude as moving as anything that had befallen her following death. Captain, Shinigami leader, and Onmitsukidou general Samsara had done it all in her centuries served within the ranks of the Gotei before falling in battle next to Shinji, so her resurrection was due to give her younger sibling pause. It would take such a shock to leave the man lacking his one weapon in a den of predators and foes. None of that mattered to Shinji as he tried to find the words to bridge the gap between the two, or accuse the trickster of some sort of wizardry. Shinji still wasn't sure if he should flee or approach, and so he settled for glaring at his changed sister (eyes and hair at least) while he waited for an explanation; unspoken accusation left in his head. Plans to kill a shinigami in the interest of research were unknown to the man and he would make a piss-poor subject, lacking a weapon or any means of defending himself from the threats. And what would threaten a Captain with nothing but his sister around? One could never be too careful, especially in a Hot-spot. Edited by Shinji, May 27 2010, 07:30 AM.
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| Kokuyougan | May 27 2010, 09:27 AM Post #3 |
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…Well, this was unexpected. The first time Samsara ever plays the role of bait and she somehow gets the one person still left in this world that she’s related to (as far as she knows)… Or used to be related to, it’s hard to figure out how this whole “being eaten” thing works. It was only then that Samsara noticed that her sibling had no means of defense. Yeah, Shinji was strong enough to probably beat a wimpy nerd in an arm-wrestling match, but he was otherwise totally useless without his zanpakutou. Hell, she could beat him in a fist-fight… hell, that wimpy nerd mentioned earlier could probably beat him. It was around that time that Shion, as the only nerd in their collective head, chimed in with a thought no minds outside of their own could hear; “Yeah that nerd Ametsuya does look like he’d lose.” The woman may have been an arrancar, but she hadn’t forgotten her loyalty to the only family she’d ever known since her [first] death. Not to mention she couldn’t fight off all of the enemies lurking in the shadows here. A glance around revealed how literal that sentence was; yellow and orange and red eyes could be seen in nearly every shadow dark and large enough to hide anything humanoid in shape. A building to their left held several pairs of these eyes, a building on the end of the street held scores. “I know there’s probably a lot you want to ask me, and there’s a lot I want to ask you. But the plan wasn’t to lure you here. You need to leave. Now.” Crack. When her head cocked to the side in order to get a better look at what just stepped on some loose glass, her face got just enough light to expose the X shaped mark on her face, something that Shinji should have recognized. It was the same mark that accursed "Black Knight" had on his face the day Samsara fell at Shinji's side. |
| Shinji | May 29 2010, 07:12 AM Post #4 |
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Crack. The somber and slightly shocked gaze of the male shifted to the side as he tried to discern just what had made the noise and disturbed wherever this awkward family reunion. Shinji knew that perhaps he should feel cautious due to the lacking of a weapon and yet personal safety was having a hard time breaking to the forefront of the number of other emotions which welled up within him. Would it not be shameful to worry about preservation when Samsara had been missing for centuries and had now reappeared in front of him? This question was giving him significant trouble (the noise all but forgotten) when Shinji caught sight of the mark on the impostor's sight and suddenly it all made sense. "Ohhhh someone let you out eh?" With a smirk Shinji realized the folly which might cost him his life too late; this wasn't Samsara that stood before him but the thing that had killed her, now visited upon the brother who had watched it happen before putting the beast down himself. The arrancar known as Arngrim had returned to finish what he had started, using the image of his dead-sister to sucker Shinji into an area far removed from his support system. Shit, this would have been hard -with- Moujuu. The knee that he was now mere inches from the face of the impostor-Samsara would put an end to the belief that Shinji was helpless without a blade, indeed he might not have the capabilities of the woman whose image was spat upon by this hollow postmortem or his own partner, but he could at least inflict pain to the unsuspecting. And was this foe expecting such a swift response and shunpo attack to the obscure mark? Shinji was hoping that Arngrim was destined to be shocked by his fragile build and underrated ability once more. |
| Kokuyougan | May 30 2010, 10:09 AM Post #5 |
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Before Samsara even knew what was happening her body was already responding. As unnecessary as it was (given the whole “steel-skin” thing), Samsara ‘s head leaned back (eyes staring straight down her nose, locked on Shinji's offending appendage), the knee flying straight and harmlessly past her chin. The rest of her body began to bend into some form of counter that wasn’t immediately obvious until, just as quickly as Shinji had attempted to attack her, her legs were wrapped around the former captain’s neck, swinging him towards the ground in a combination of a somersault and a grappling maneuver until with a very loud thud Shinji was on the ground, beneath her, her legs tightening around his neck with Shinji’s leg locked in her arms in quite a painful position. Samsara only came to her senses after all of this happened. It all happened so fast that she might not have even been able to recount what exactly had just transpired. Now this was something that should have stood out to Shinji; not in the entire fight with Samsara and Shion had Arngrim ever used his bare hands, and yet here “arngrim” was “fighting exactly like the person he was impersonating.” Standing, she brushed her pants off, “Trying to attack your big sister? The older sibling’s always stronger,” Was she his big sister? It was hard to remember exactly who was born first when they were both… how old were they again? “You shouldn’t try to take me on with your fists, so to speak. It’s never ended happily for you before.” She paused for a moment, “Wait, four hundred years and you still haven’t learned how to throw a punch?” The woman shook her head. She’d been so caught up in the moment she almost forgot the situation he was in. She extended a hand, but quickly took it back when she realized just who was staring at them - well, at Shinji. It was an ugly entity for sure. Perhaps it was only partially corrupt, perhaps all hollowified shinigami were supposed to look like this, perhaps this was simply a unique case; but its appearance was utterly unforgettable. The individual wore something like a shinigami’s shihakushou, but it looked like it’d been some tie-dyed mix of black and white. The normally solid black and normally solid white garments were now a strange blend of both. And its face… it was hard to tell just where the face began and the mask ended; it was almost like half of an arrancar mask had been grafted onto the right half of its face in place of skin. Glowing blue irises decorated black sclera. And its skin; solid white. All of these things combined made it seem as if it was some sort of animate goth-hippy-corpse celebrating Dia de los Muertos (not that Samsara would have understood any of those cultural references). “Uhhh,” Samsara looked at Shinji, and then back at what was once a shinigami. “You should leave, now.” The hollowified shinigami didn’t say anything, it didn’t laugh or cry or any such thing, it only licked its lips with a strangely inhuman tongue before thrusting its sword down at Shinji. Its attack might have succeeded, but only if there wasn’t suddenly a huge, honking, black battle-axe hovering between the blade and Shinji. Edited by Kokuyougan, May 30 2010, 10:12 AM.
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| Shinji | Jun 2 2010, 07:59 AM Post #6 |
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A singular sword stab downwards while unarmed was not the way Shinji had ever imagined he would be taken from this world and yet it took the intervention of the faux- Samsara to stop such a fate from being realized. But was she a fake? Shinji couldn't fathom why something that held his sister's form (with some slight modifications) coming to his aid for any reason other than it was his sister, and the reason he was even still able to process thought so; welcome home Samsara baby. Flashing a quick smile that was evidence enough of his gratitude for her intervention the younger sibling waved one arm violently away from his body, brushing the hollowfied Shinigami away with an elementary kidou. Though it was not the sole monstrosity that now gave Shinji pause as he backed up into the reassuring shoulder of his sister. "Now would be a good time, O Mighty Queen of the Dead, to resurrect a few more of your minions and deliver us from this shit." As he spoke Shinji's mind was racked for another demon art that might aid them. Of course this one would need more of a punch to it. |
| Baku | Jun 28 2010, 02:18 AM Post #7 |
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Karakura wasn't exactly a small town. Nor was it a town in which spiritual energy discharge was rare. It was, however, a town with a myriad of capable guardians, three of which were encroaching upon the scene of the attack. These guardians...Well, they weren't Gotei, that's for damn sure. Gotei didn't roll this slick. They were all riding in the same slick, black 2009 Dodge Charger. Not only a nice car, but a damned import at that. Of course, the driver didn't exactly believe in driving domestic vehicles...They were moving on a hot spot, an area with a large concentration of hollowfied shinigami. Obviously, one doesn't willingly enter this sort of area unless they were looking for a fight. Well, unless they were an Idle Idol of a hot...everything shop owner. These three had come to force the hollowgami, as Baku liked to call them, out of their town. The car sped through the alleyway, crashing flat out into the row of hollowfied shinigami standing before the pair. The man behind the wheel popped some sort of pill, then stepped out of the car...without opening the door. "Shinshin...What the fuck are you doing out here?" Baku hadn't realized that his old mentor was here when he'd set out, but he was especially shocked to see him unarmed. The Ichidoushin Shinji he knew never went anywhere without a sword. Not even the bath...He had the scars to prove it. Mental and physical. He stared at the mob of recovering hollowgami, and began to strum a few notes on the instrument in his hand, transforming it into a rather large club. "Get out of the car, you slugs, we've got work to do." |
| Seraph | Jun 28 2010, 02:32 AM Post #8 |
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"Damnit Baku drive straight you fucking moron!" Vise howled at Baku as he grabbed the wheel to prevent the car from spinning out after the afore mentioned collision with the hollowfied shinigami. The three top members of Ryuuza decided to crash this little shindig after getting a hot tip that the hollowfieds were gathering in this spot. Lucky for them Ryuuza were experts at pest control. Vise stepped out of the car via the door then went to the back door flinging it open. "You heard him Hanshin, get up!" he nuddged the sleeping second in command with his foot before delivering a mighty heel to Han's kneecap. Of course it wasn't enough to injure the guy but enough to wake him up. With that settled the seemingly human Vise sighed. "Who's that Baku? He a friend of your's?" Vise then saw the oncoming hoard and his shoulders slumped, "Its Resident Evil night all over again" without another word he grabbed his head and yanked seemingly ripping himself free from his well dressed gigai revealing an arrancar dressed in a white suit, black button shirt, white formal slacks, black shoes, and a white tie. He seemingly lost the glasses he wore in his gigai. Strapped to his back was a glaive, at his side a katana. He took the glaive into his hand and span it around before slaming it end piece down into the ground. "Baku, standard asskicking formation, Han goes left, I go right, you take center". |
| Musha Hanshin | Jun 28 2010, 03:17 AM Post #9 |
 
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Driving in a car... Who the hell even does that? For one, the tired youth of a Shinigami in this ragged group of rebels was definitely no such person. Why else would the man be sprawled out on the backseat with his mouth held agape, a long trail of drool and saliva spilling out, and his arms lazily flopped every which way as he quite peacefully enjoyed his timely nap amidst the screams and hollers of Vise's objections to Baku's interesting driving habits? The man known as Musha Hanshin could not have been expected to stay awake for such a long period of time as a car ride... so why bother disappointing his beloved audience's expectations? That's right, he wouldn't. Even as the car swerved into its rather odd choice of places to park; even as Hanshin's body hung in midair for a good five seconds before meeting the car floor face-first; and even as he felt as though he were being nudged awake by someone, the young man simply wouldn't leave his slumber... He had finally found one of the GOOD nudist beaches of Europe, where all of the hot girls were, and was pumped to join in the festivities, after all. But then the creepy, fat, old guys found the beach too--their smell ended up chasing the girls away, while he ended up jumping into the sea. What a terrible way to end a dream... Groggily opening his eyes, Hanshin pushed himself off of the car floor and looked around--he hadn't even registered the fact that he had in fact been kicked in the kneecap. Taking about a minute to regain full conscious thought, he finally realized that the group had arrived at... wherever the hell it was they were going, evidenced by the talking going on outside the car. Picking up his sheathed zanpakutou off of the backseat, he slid out of the car door that Vise so graciously left open, and rolled aimlessly over to Baku's right side. Cool. I've gotta look cool. Gotta make an awesome impression! Instead of moving into a perfectly timed flip into a standing position, Hanshin ended up slipping and falling right on his ass beside Baku's feet. Ruffling his black locks of hair a bit with his hand and trying to shake his head out of his stupified trance, he laughed a little as he hopped up to his feet for the first time in several hours. Wobbling slightly, he scratched the back of his head and looked curiously at their surroundings... but more importantly, at his comrades. "Jeez... what's with the suits? You're making me feel underdressed again, guys!" This happened to be the truth, considering that the ONLY thing that Hanshin was wearing was a pair of ripped blue jeans. No shoes, no socks, no nothing. But considering his record, the fact that he was wearing anything at all was an achievement in itself.. Setting his eyes on all of the crap plus interesting people before them, Hanshin sighed and tapped his sheathed weapon on his shoulder. "Vise... the hell is a formation?" |
| Kokuyougan | Jun 28 2010, 05:45 AM Post #10 |
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Well, they certainly weren’t her minions, but they seemed to be here to help. Shinshin? Were they Shinji’s friends? They were certainly a strange group of “friends” though. Their fondness for making a scene (and the fact they were driving one of the living humans’ contraptions) seemed to imply they weren’t Gotei. At least not the Gotei she’d known in her day. Then again, a lot might have changed since then. Then the nearly nude man got out of the car. That was when she knew they weren’t Gotei Shinigami. The man wasn’t even wearing a shirt; what gotei member ever did that? Conveniently forgetting the fact that she only ever wore a bikini-top above the waist, (even when she was a captain) she concluded that no one ever did. If the encroachment upon their territory via Shinji and Samsara wasn’t enough to call out the rest of the crazies, the car, its driver and two passengers certainly were. They were crawling out of the windows and the sewers and the houses now. There might not have been more than thirty or forty in the immediate vicinity (for now), but to an eye that liked to exaggerate it would have seemed as if there were over a hundred. “Sorry to say it Shinji, but all of my minions are presumably dead and gone, or simply no longer my minions… Well, except Shion.” Swinging her axe to the side, she severed an abomination’s head. “But he’s currently indisposed.” No I’m not. Stop lying. So does that mean you want to take over? Silence was Shion’s only response. Figures. “So who are these misfits? Kazu’s and your love-children?” She paused a moment, considering the implication of that statement, “…Adopted children?" |
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