War, War never changes.[Quincy and Shinigami only] May 6, 2013 16:56:29 GMT -5
Post by Naomi Genkaku on May 6, 2013 16:56:29 GMT -5
The minute Noami had gotten back to her mansion she went to the depths of her basement, lined in the Synthesized Soul Silver. A place where she could work in peace and a place where no one could bother her. Deep beneath the mansion this place was located, at least ten stories deep, an elevator was required to get down and there was a secret tunnel that led to the service. In the depths of this basement she started making explosives, and attached to these explosives were the highly concentrated hollow bait. One hollow bait was enough to draw hundreds of hollows into Karakura, and four was enough to drag in a thousand. These explosives would be placed in abandon buildings throughout Karakura, and would draw in hollows by the dozens. It would be completely necessary for the Shinigami to send their people into the human world to deal with the hollow threat. Although Takeshima would be the first to respond to the hollow threat.
The devices were all set on timers. Each of them going off exactly an hour after the other. An hour should be plenty of time for Takeshima and what ever Shinigami came to dispose of the first batch of hollow before the next batch was summoned as the next bait went off in another section of Karakura. All of the baits were placed three miles apart in various abandoned buildings. In a perfect square, in the center of the square was another abandoned building where Naomi would be set up. With various telescopes, and other instruments. Where she would step into the battle at an undisclosed time to reveal herself. Although it would appear that Takeshima and Naomi weren't the only two Quincy in Karakura.
Naomi had spent two tireless nights manufacturing the silver needed for this expedition. She knew that now was the time to act. Standing naked in front of a mirror she examined herself briefly, looking over at the suit hanging from the wall, her alter persona Niiro ready to go out in play. She put on her undergarments, before binding down her breasts. Putting on a thick black under suit that had a Kevlar weave that could stop most daggers from piercing it and other bladed instruments. This made her look more bulky, but at the same time it was extremely light weight so it wouldn't hinder her movements. Placed on her torso was a bullet proof vest, that covered her from neck to waist. She snapped in the straps behind her back and over her shoulders. Adjusting the straps so they were tight as they could be without being uncomfortable. Next was a pair of black pants, and a black over shirt to go over the vest. The pants were tucked into a pair of boots, and the ends of her sleeves were tucked into a pair of gloves.
She adjusted the straps on both the boots and gloves ensuring they were tight. Next she placed on her belt with its several pouches and her jacket with its several pockets. Placing in each one of the pockets and pouches dozens of vials of soul synthesized silver, with other various small explosives and smoke bombs. Next was her specially modified Seele Schneider, in the shape of a knife. Adjusting the holster that she put it in where it connected not only to her belt, but around her leg, and also had an easily removable snap-in so she could remove the blade with ease in combat situations. Last, and least was the helmet. Her hair had already been fashioned as such to easily fit in the helmet. She placed it over her head, and pressed the button located on it that was flesh with the helmet itself. An audible click could be heard as the helmet sealed around her neck.
"Testing...1, 2, 3, 4." She spoke out loud to herself, her voice now taking on a deeper tone and she sounded exactly like a man. This suit she had outfitted was like a second skin, she could move just as easily in it as she could out of it. She had trained day and night in it for many years getting used to it. Now it was time to really use it, the only times she had used it previously was combating hollow, and the people had given her, her alter persona's name. Niiro, which stood for the color of her helmet, the most recognizable thing on her. Moving out of her basement she set herself up in the abandoned center building. A high enough building to spy on the other buildings where the hollow bait had been set up. The sun was setting on the horizon, and the first bit of hollow bait would go off an hour after sun set. She was laying down on the top of the building, looking through the scope of a modified 50.cal sniper rifle. The sniper rifle was modified to be able to take soul synthesized silver rounds, perfect for killing hollow from a long range, if it came into contact with anything else it was like getting hit with a bean bag from a shot gun Yawning she kept an eye on the first exploding site, waiting for the fire works to go off.
War, War never changed, and if she couldn't make it to Soul Society to start a war, she'd bring the Shinigami to her turf where she had complete control.