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Post by Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez on Mar 25, 2013 16:07:36 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212] You wanna chain me up? Don't think it again. Those times when I can move freely mean everything to me. It'd been two years..Two years since the downfall of Aizen, his former boss and technically his creator. He hadn't mourned the death of his comrades, he was never particularly fond of any of them, but he could tolerate some more than others. He had his biggest problems with Nnoitra and Ulquiorra, those were the two who seemed to look down on him most often, though, he fought with Nnoitra more physically than Ulquiorra, which only served to piss the now former Sexta off further. Well whatever, he could laugh now. After all, he was still alive while they were six feet under, he got the laugh. However, there was still one prick he wanted to squash who he knew was still alive, having no other confirmation other than when he last saw him and the rumors around Hueco Mundo, and that was Ichigo Kurosaki. Though he felt oddly conflicted, he owed the man for saving his ass from Nnoitra, but at the same time he was the one who almost cost him his life in the first damn place. Maybe he'd save his hide first, then destroy him after. It wasn't a constant thought on his mind anyhow, what filled his head was hearing how Los Noches had been overtaken by some female Arrancar who soon formed her own Espada army, it was for that reason he was here right now, outside Los Noches..He had no clue what he was expecting, or why he even decided to come back to this place at first, though, the longer he paced outside the castle walls the bolder he felt. "Maybe I should bust in there...Heh." He had actually gotten the idea to try and break into Los Noches, so now, rather than uselessly pacing, was looking for weak points and any possible hidden passageways that might have remained, assuming whoever ran the place currently didn't fix it up anyway. He made his way around back now, scanning every inch of the palace as he moved. What was he hopping to accomplish? Well, the last two years he had been training himself, aiming to make himself stronger than those who looked down on him. So, he had the gutsy idea that he could break in and single handedly take down whoever came his way on top of the current Espada Leader, thus claiming the throne for his own. A feral grin on his face when he stopped in front of one place in particular, if it wasn't weak then it was at least far enough away so that he didn't draw attention to himself. He began charging a blood red cero in his left hand, planning to blow down the wall and make himself an entry way. HAN: 14 REI:14 HAK:15 SEI:12 BUK: 14 HOH:14 |
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Post by Colin Ualas on Mar 25, 2013 22:09:19 GMT -5
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Colin lay stretched out on his bed, his arm wrapped around some random Arrancar. She’d had a pretty face, plump figure, and a persistent interest in him, so how could he say no? It had been tolerable enough – she had certainly managed to keep him entertained for more than a few hours, so that was a plus – but she wasn’t even worth taking a bite out of afterwards. He was considering it anyway, with the way she was cuddle-clinging to him. That was rarely a good sign in his experience and he didn’t want to deal with another wannabe thinking they could satisfy the Incubus. It was a ludicrous assumption for anyone to make and he didn’t generally like to suffer fools. He’d give her a week after this and if she was still trying to be more than a way to pass the time, he’d just devour her. He was too pleasantly tired out to want to deal with it anyways.
As he started to doze, he was rudely pulled back to alertness by a sense of unease. Something was not quite right in his little corner of Las Noches. But what could it be? He suddenly jerked upright, sending his current body pillow rolling off the bed to land on the floor with a thump and a quiet peep. Someone was charging a cero outside the walls near his compound. Who was so fucking stupid as to try and break into Las Noches? He was off the bed in a heartbeat, bed sheets slipping to the floor as he scrambled to tug on a pair of boxers and find Estampido Supersónico. He’d sort of casually tossed the whip aside while he was being stripped of his clothing by his body pillow, but fortunately it was just hiding beneath a chair near the door.
He sprinted out the door as soon as he had the whip in hand. There wasn’t time for anything more because he could almost feel the cero growing in power. In what felt like the span of a few heartbeats, he sonido’d through the compound, out the door and to the top of the wall. As he scanned the base of the wall, his eyes lit upon the familiar red glow of a charging cero. But he didn’t quite recognize the figure or their reiatsu. Who was this idiot? So troublesome. He leapt down from the wall, firing a bala at the figure in an attempt to disrupt their stupidity. He landed on the ground at the base of the wall, bending his knees and rolling before standing up again with his hand wrapped firmly around Estampido Supersónico’s handle. “Who the hell are you?”
HAN:14 REI:21 HAK:17 SEI:21 BUK:15 HOH:17
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Post by Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez on Mar 30, 2013 0:32:57 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212] You wanna chain me up? Don't think it again. Those times when I can move freely mean everything to me. Grimmjow had almost launched the cero, sadly however his plans were interrupted by a bala that came out of nowhere, making him sonido away from the blast and loosing the charged cero in the process. Well wasn't this great? He hadn't even made it inside and there was already going to be a fight, while not exactly the scenario he was picturing, it was a fight none the less and god had he been dying to sharpen his blade on someone who was stronger than the wimps running around Hueco Mundo. When he looked over to Colin he couldn't help but blink at how this Arrancar was dressed, wearing nothing but his underwear..What the fuck was wrong with this guy? He looked like he was as lazy as Starrk but as arrogant as Ulquiorra had been, not to mention he looked like a chick and, had it not been for the fact that Colin was shirtless, Grimmjow might have mistaken him as such. Was this one of those new Espada he'd heard about? He didn't look so tough, hell even if he did Grimmjow would still rush into battle, who doesn't love a good challenge every now and then? "All ya need ta know, is I'm the guy who's gonna kick yer ass!" Grimmjow roared, he sped forward in a sonido straight for Colin, coming to a screeching halt right in front of the mostly nude male and cocking his right fist straight back. He launched a punch right at Colin's jaw that had enough force behind it to potentially shatter the bone, well, at the very least crack it. He was rushing into the battle without even paying mind to this other male's rank, strength, nothing. Maybe he should have assessed his opponent before charging into battle like that, despite this, Grimmjow was confident he could defeat Colin. If his attack landed he'd follow up with a round house kick to Colin's gut, aiming to send the other male flying some distance away from him and if that worked he'd launch a couple of bala right at him. However if Grimmjow's first attack, the punch to Colin's jaw, fail, he would prepare himself as best as he had time for to either dodge or counter whatever would be thrown his way next. Though, naturally, he was confident his attack wouldn't be avoided somehow. HAN: 14 REI:14 HAK:15 SEI:12 BUK: 14 HOH:14 |
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Post by Colin Ualas on Apr 2, 2013 19:12:15 GMT -5
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Colin looked over the stranger from head to toe. It was shorter than him but still rather tall, with large well-defined muscles, a shock of vibrant blue hair and a jawbone fragment on the right side of its head. So it was another Arrancar. He didn’t think it was a natural-born – there were just too few of those in Hueco Mundo. Well, it couldn’t be one of the top five. There was only one that had survived and, as he recalled, that had been a female. That was a small comfort and no reason to play nice or slack off. Even if this wasn’t an Espada, it was still fairly strong. He might actually use the training he’d received while alive. Before it had even replied to him, Colin was already moving from foot to foot – not moving very far, but still in motion. He had to be serious with this, if for no other reason than he didn’t want to deal with a pissy Angelis.
“All ya need ta know, is I'm the guy who's gonna kick yer ass!” That was laughable. Loud and cocky were perfect descriptors for this Arrancar. It would probably to a head-on attack rather than have any kind of strategy. It didn’t seem like a ranged fighter, which was unfortunate but workable. He clenched his hands, his left curling into a fist while his right tightened around Estampido Supersónico. But that didn’t mean things would go smoothly. If it was one of Aizen’s Espada…well, things would get interesting wouldn’t they?
And there was the blind rush, with a strong right punch aimed for his head. No strategy or thought behind it, as he’d thought – just an in-your-face attack. He could probably sonido clear, but instead he tilted his head a little further to the right to avoid immediate impact before ducking under the arm altogether. As the punch went past him, he threw a surprisingly powerful left hook at the Arrancar’s face. If it landed he would follow up with a series of hooks to the body, alternating between the left and right.
HAN:14 REI:21 HAK:17 SEI:21 BUK:15 HOH:17
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Post by Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez on Apr 14, 2013 3:10:02 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212] You wanna chain me up? Don't think it again. Those times when I can move freely mean everything to me. Grimmjow was knocked off balance when his punch missed; he only had a second to growl in frustration before his face was met with Colin’s fist. The power behind the punch was enough to send Grimmjow flying back a distance; he skidded along the sand on his bottom, before coming to a stop against one of the walls of Los Noches. He crashed hard, sending a jolt of pain throughout his back but he ignored it. His nose had begun bleeding from the impact of Colin’s punch. Without so much as a word Grimmjow charged and launched a cero at Colin, it wasn’t charged to its full power, but to Grimmjow it was enough of a charge to hopefully land a hit. If the cero hit Colin, Grimmjow would follow up by sonidoing behind the Primera and attempting a round house kick at his back, which would then be followed up by a punch to the face after sonidoing back in front of him to attempt to punch his face once more. Grimmjow usually never had much of a strategy going into a battle, that was something he usually formed as he went along, discovering his enemy’s weaknesses and openings. All of his attacks were rushed, or at least seemed that way, but he was rushing with the purpose of hopefully catching him off guard with speed. The man before Grimmjow reminded him of a combination of Aizen and Ulquiorra, though more Ulquiorra than anyone else. He felt as condescending as Ulquiorra, and exuded a demeanor which was authoritative in nature, dominating. He had already wanted to kick Colin’s ass before he realized any of this anyway, mainly because he wanted to get inside Los Noches, but now it was a mission to destroy Colin because of who he reminded him off, and he wasn’t in the mood to put up with another Ulquiorra. HAN: 14 REI:14 HAK:15 SEI:12 BUK: 14 HOH:14 |
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Post by Colin Ualas on May 3, 2013 0:41:58 GMT -5
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Colin watched in amusement as his punch actually sent the other Arrancar flying backwards. It was sometimes easy to forget that he was a rather powerful Arrancar instead of that weak little boy in the Human World. This little fight wasn’t fun exactly, but he was always entertained by his own physical strength. He’d all but lacked it when alive, after all.
As the other Arrancar briefly charged another cero, Colin grinned and charged one of his own in his right hand. He cracked Estampido Supersónico as the other Arrancar fired, sending his cero flying off the tip of the whip at speeds even greater than a bala achieved. This was a fun little bonus of that Bolton’s cero – it already sped off one’s weapon at great speeds and combining that with the quirks of a whip made it faster still. Thus, Colin’s cero slammed into his enemy’s long before it even reached the Primera, causing a lovely explosion of reiatsu as they collided.
Hearing the familiar crack of a sonido, Colin jerked around and brought his left arm up to block the roundhouse kick aimed at his back. He gritted his teeth as he flew to the side from the impact. This blue-haired freak was fast and strong, he’d give it that. Probably in the top 10 Hollows the Primera had gone toe-to-toe with. But it wasn’t the strongest or fastest and Colin had defeated them all in the end. The Arrancar’s attacks were rushed and sloppy, as if it thought it could overwhelm with speed alone. “Pathetic,” he muttered as he dodged a punch aimed at his face. “Is this as fast as you move, Arrancar?”
Without further preamble, Colin began sonidoing in a wide circle around the Arrancar. Whenever he paused, he would crack Estampido Supersónico . Sometimes he aimed for its torso or head, but mainly he snapped the whip a hair’s breadth away from the Arrancar’s body. After a few moments, he lashed the whip at the Arrancar’s feet in an attempt to wrap it around the blue-haired freak’s ankle and jerk it off balance.
HAN:14 REI:21 HAK:17 SEI:21 BUK:15 HOH:17
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