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Post by Ezekiel Hibana on Mar 15, 2013 22:15:19 GMT -5
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Damn interrupted flight. Can't go back to America for a while and using shunpo to just simply go to the other side of the world would be too much for even someone like old Yamamoto. Bastard, I'm going to wisp away the kindling fire within your blade and soul... Ezekiel rested on top of a metal detector, still gigai-less due to recent activities with a fullbringer. He overestimated him in a way, and that was his main mistake. Stepping down he positioned himself to leave the airport, but noticed a pair of eyes most obviously glancing at him. He smiled and acted out a death threat without sound. After pitter-pattering along the walk-way, he noticed people always in the way, so he used a quick shunpo to once he found an open enough space. Once he exited the airport, he ignored any sign of a hollow and only concentrated on things that interested him.
Maybe he could find another boy like Shen Ruan to teach morals to. He was young, but he was more intelligent than the likes of Kiyameru, the ignorant bastard that forced his blade. Although he was albeit disappointed in himself for not ending his misery. From what he could assume, Hana was executed and that was the majority of what he wanted aside from wanting to slay Yamamoto himself. But he knew he'd be scorched alive, not all dreams can come true. Unsheathing his zanpakuto, he remembered how he and Kiyameru were similar, the black and white zanpakuto they had purely represented the grey perspective. Whirling the blade around, he just felt the sudden urge to hack away at something. He went to and fro from evil to good. At one moment he wanted justice to take place, another containing his blood-thirsty, sadistic half-nature.
Upon entering the air above a roof top, he took a quick glance around, seeing hollows scattered throughout the land. He noticed the roars closing in, obviously the ones behind him. Bringing his blade up, he swung it with great vertical centripetal force, splitting the creeping hollow in half. I know I'd be a delicacy, but evolution would overheat and you would just become an abomination...Poor demon of the mortal world.
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Post by Katsuo Kagayaki on Mar 16, 2013 14:59:48 GMT -5
the wheel in the sky keeps on turning Why do I always get stuck doing this shit? Like I'm the only Proxy around here... Katsuo thought irritably, glancing around as he entered the airport. He had been told to go to the airport, where a few Hollows were detected close by. Good thing he hadn't been too far away from said airport when he had received the call. He didn't have a car or anything like that, so he had no way of getting there quickly. At first, he could sense nothing. I guess they aren't here yet. He thought, gratefully sinking into one of the benches along the side of the wall. Another late night; plus, he hated crowds like this. He sat there, staring mutinously ahead as people passed him by. First, he had had to wake up early for this, and now he was just sitting here in the airport, waiting for entities that might not even show up. What a shitty way to spend an afternoon.
"Screw this." he growled under his breath, standing up. He didn’t want to fall asleep here. He was about to leave after having waited a good thirty minutes, when he felt it. A couple of dark Reiatsus -- definitely belonging to a Hollow -- right above him. On the roof?! He thought, looking up. His lazy, irritable demeanour vanished; he was all business now. No matter how much he might have claimed to hate the job that had been forced upon him, Katsuo could never stand by and let someone get hurt. He could never forgive himself if he did. Taking the dark blue sleeve that had been slung over his shoulder in his left hand, he ran through the crowd towards the exit. Once outside and hopefully out of sight, he reached into the sleeve and pulled out a Katana with an ornate blue hilt; his Sigil, Aokishi.
As soon as he unsheathed the glowing blade, what looked like blue flames engulfed his being, soon settling into a light blue, flame-esque aura. It was not even halfway drawn out of the sheath, but it was enough that he now had access to powers of a supernatural nature, granted by Aokishi. Since Katsuo did not want to be seen radiating flames, he jumped up as quickly as he could. He was able to jump up high enough to just barely grab the edge of the roof. He climbed up the rest of the way, grumbling.
When he got on top of the roof, Katsuo was greeted with the sight of Ezekiel killing the Hollow he had likely been ordered here to kill. But the dark Reiatsu was still there, even after the Hollow had disappeared. The guy had weird gray skin, but he didn't look like a Hollow. Yet he felt like one. Katsuo had never come across anything like this before; he didn't know what to think. Since he looked like a human and was killing Hollows, Katsuo's first guess was that this guy was part of the Consecro. But he had never seen him before, and he wasn't wearing a uniform. Katsuo never wore one either, but he was one of the rare few who got away with it. So his next guess; Soul Society. He didn't know much about the Shinigami, except that they wore black robes and wielded swords. Even though they were supposedly a nuisance to his organization, Katsuo had always thought that Shinigami sounded pretty cool. I mean, with the name "God of Death"... He had spaced out a little, but snapped out of it quickly. It was within his responsibilities to confront this guy. He wasn't wearing a black robe, so maybe he wasn't even a Shinigami.
Not thinking to put away his Sigil, Katsuo walked towards Ezekiel. "Hey, I know it's not really any of my business, but who are you? I have to ask." he said awkwardly, not knowing how the other guy would react. Probably wouldn't like some kid questioning him, that was for sure. He didn't seem angry that Ezekiel had basically made his trip here completely pointless. But his sword was still out -- albeit pointed downward -- and he appeared to be on fire, though he wasn't being burned in the slightest. He wasn't even exuding any heat. But there were a great many people who would see this, and think that the Proxy was threatening.
and i don't know where i'll be tomorrow HAN: 10 | REI: 6 | HAK: 10 | SEI: 10 | BUK: 8 | HOH: 6 Created by Aquarius of GS and BTN
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Post by Ezekiel Hibana on Mar 16, 2013 17:20:16 GMT -5
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The hollow disintegrated so simply, so insignificant of it to try to cloak and dagger the visored Ezekiel. He spun his blade with adept handling, synchronizing with an attempt to use the standard safety sheathing style, sliding his blade upwards after slamming against the entrance of his scabbard. He turned the blade once it reached its point touching the hole, sliding its blade back into the scabbard with much force. The shock-wave caused by the sheathing released a slight burst of kinetic energy. He smiled, sensing the what seemed to be a fullbringer just a shunpo away. He could see from the corner of his eyes the flames that engulfed the boy. He looked the boy's way, his forehead's scar protruding from the slight turn of his head. This boy was identical to a fullbringer, but seemed to wield an item specific to a special type of fullbringer it seemed. The reiatsu was different, just as he had a darker reiatsu, this one had a more...holy?...feeling reiatsu.
He spun his zanpakuto within its scabbard like a fan, fluently in synchronization with his steps, spinning around and aiming his finger in the direction of the suspicious young one. Was he attacking? He appeared to be a man running at him on fire but no acceleration in the form of running occurred. He didn't want to scar yet another boy, he'd rather slowly kill a hollow. He knew this boy was weaker than him, he could feel it. He knew for sure it was like the situation he had with Shen Ruan. " Ah...Fullbringer? Judging by the act of loyalty to a organization, the presence of duty when they have not appeared, the coincidence that this hollow I killed was a signal for someone seemingly having the mandatory duty to hunt it, you are a grunt of the Consecro. Heh, My blade. It is that of a shinigami. The only bit you need to know other than my name- Ezekiel Hibana. I am the one and only Twist of Fate."
Ezekiel took a bow, stopping the fan-like twirl of his zanpakuto, catching it and treating it like a cane. After his sarcastic movement, he slammed the bottom of his scabbard into the ceiling of the building, breaking through it only slightly. He was obviously mighty. He could feel himself, but knew beings such as a sins were much more monstrous than him. He smiled devilishly, knowing that he may wind up toying with another boy. Hopefully this one doesn't annoy him with the typical teenager's response. He wanted to test his Bakudo he crafted a while back, the Tetrahedron Snake Prison. If he tested anything else, he'd most likely kill the boy. But that was overestimation of himself and underestimation of this fullbringer.
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Post by Katsuo Kagayaki on Mar 16, 2013 18:45:49 GMT -5
the wheel in the sky keeps on turning Katsuo stopped in his tracks a few metres away from Ezekiel. He didn't like getting in people's personal space, if he didn't know them. And just in case the Visored attacked him for some reason, it was better to have some distance. Katsuo hadn't paid enough attention to his teachings to know about Shunpo, so he didn't know how useless distancing himself really was when it came to Shinigami and the like.
Ezekiel was obviously trying to show off. He had no idea why. Though this made Katsuo want to roll his eyes, he resisted the urge to do so and just kept a steady blue gaze trained on the Visored. All he wanted was an answer. Then he would know whether they cold part ways, or if Katsuo would have to chase him off. At this point, he was already getting the sense that this guy was a lot stronger than him, but that didn't matter. If he had to fight, then so be it. Even if he wanted to run away, there would be no point; the Visored could probably catch him. For now though, he wasn't looking for a fight. He would prefer not to destroy the airport, if he could avoid it. Once he got going, Katsuo was quite destructive.
Grunt...? Katsuo narrowed his eyes a little at that. It was true, of course, but it still bothered him, even if he did get more attention than the average Proxy, and even if said attention was nothing but an annoyance to him. "Didn't need to analyse me out loud like that... I'm not a Fullbringer, either." Katsuo grumbled, only loud enough for Ezekiel to just barely hear him. "But whatever. I don't really know what you mean by 'Twist of Fate', but as long as you're not a Hollow or somethin', I guess we're cool." he said, speaking more clearly now. At the moment, he appeared fairly laid-back, but in truth, he didn't like this guy. Something about him rubbed Katsuo the wrong way. His Hollow-like Reiatsu, along with his demeanour. Not only that, the way he referred to himself made him seem like he thought he was a god or something; in Katsuo's opinion, anyway. But he wasn't the type to engage someone solely based on their mannerisms. As long as the Visored wasn't out to hurt anyone, he didn't care. Given the fact that he was out here killing Hollows, he couldn't be all bad, right? That was what Katsuo told himself.
He wondered if he should ask anything else, like maybe why his Reiatsu was so similar to that of a Hollow’s, but then again, he didn’t want to seem like he was interrogating the guy. Someone back at the Karakura Sphere probably knew of beings like these, anyway. He had mentioned having ‘the sword of a Shinigami’. Did that mean he wasn’t actually a Shinigami? He didn’t care to delve. All of this complicated spiritual lore hurt his head. ”So, if we’re done here… he said trailing off, waiting to see if the Visored had anything more to say. He was perfectly content to go back home and sleep, but he had to make sure everything was okay, first.
and i don't know where i'll be tomorrow HAN: 10 | REI: 6 | HAK: 10 | SEI: 10 | BUK: 8 | HOH: 6 Created by Aquarius of GS and BTN
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Post by Ezekiel Hibana on Mar 16, 2013 20:49:41 GMT -5
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How rude. The boy rolled his eyes towards Ezekiel as if it was some teenager not appreciating the shows adults put on for them. Adults work their ass off just for their entertainment and he just rolls his eyes? This kid definitely reminds him of Shen Ruan. He wasn't some slave adult like the other mortals, nor was he trying to entertain him. He was entertaining himself, small hollow annoyed him. They are too animalistic and without the brains or ability to go to their own world so they can evolve before being cut down by a shinigami at his level. He put his finger down, further inspecting the boy. So he wasn't a fullbringer? A human who had no fullbringer held the power over fire? The oddities of the Consecro never fail to maintain themselves. He lifted his zanpakuto and looked around, wondering where the next hollow was. They had to have been here.
Aside from wanting to find something to fight, he thought the kid was being too short with him, thinking he didn't want information in return. "Oh no-no-no...I too have my own questions. Didn't think you'd walk away without my curiosity getting the better of me?" Ezekiel's smile twisted, the sense of plundering for information overcoming him. He wanted to grasp this opportunity by its balls and tug it down. "So...What do these Obelisks have in terms of power? And is it true they hate the Gotei 13? If so, could I ever meet their leader and work something out? I definitely have a proposition they'd like" he began spinning his zanpakuto at a nimble speed,
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Post by Katsuo Kagayaki on Mar 17, 2013 0:20:33 GMT -5
the wheel in the sky keeps on turning Katsuo turned back to Ezekiel with a confused expression. What could he possibly want to ask me? He wondered. It was just a bit creepy, in all honesty.
He scowled a little at the Visored's questions. He wanted information on Consecro? And he actually thought that Katsuo would just give away such detrimental information? Oh, come on... "That's none of your business. Besides, I can't answer your questions anyway. Sorry." he said with a shrug. He was trying to be calm and dismissive, though he didn't know if it was working. Ezekiel seemed like the type who would keep prying, and that was yet another reason Katsuo wanted to just leave. But the question was, could he? Would the Visored pursue him if he just walked away? He wasn't sure. Plus, he was standing on top of an airport. It could take a while to get off the roof without killing himself.
”Is that all?” he asked, not trying to leave this time. He didn’t want to turn his back on the Visored until he was sure that there wasn’t going to be a problem. He was mindful of having his blade unsheathed now, but he made no move to put it away, just in case. Ezekiel had started spinning his sword now. Was he just showing off again? Usually, the Proxy wasn’t nearly as attentive; rarely did he even attempt to assess situations. But the Visored put him on edge. It had been bad enough before, but now he wanted answers that Katsuo just couldn’t give him. Tension was thick in the air, and he didn’t like it one bit.
and i don't know where i'll be tomorrow HAN: 10 | REI: 6 | HAK: 10 | SEI: 10 | BUK: 8 | HOH: 6 Created by Aquarius of GS and BTN
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Post by Ezekiel Hibana on Mar 17, 2013 22:46:51 GMT -5
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Did the boy think he would be so selfish as to obtain information for non in return? Did he really think Ezekiel would accept that? No, he wanted answers, information, ecetera and without a hassle. If he had to give the boy a taste of cockiness and a bit of pressure, he would. He would just raise his pressure if need be and the boy would simply splatter under such intensity. With an angry face and evil eyes, he stopped spinning his zanpakuto and looked into the crowd for some innocent civilian so he may use coercion to obtain information. As he did he say a pregnant woman and her what seemed to be husband walk with her. Pointing his finger in her direction and looking back at the Consecro's grunt, he held a stern face. He wasn't above using any means necessary for selfish reasons. No, he definitely was for it. Life was politics and he was playing it.
"You know. That pregnant woman would like to have a baby. Would be said if I burned her and the whole crowd alive. Reckless, uncaring, the whole bandwagon for shinigami. I know, destroying everything in our path to achieve something. I want...information. Now I doubt I could ever have alliance with the Consecro, but I would like to have a tad bit of information." Ezekiel's voice was low and threatening, intimidating to those who see the darkness looming around him. He was a sight to be afraid off, save for those of equal or higher power. Even he knew that he had potential to cut off the boundaries of morals for his own benefit. He was a monster this moment, but an angel the next. A sage all the way through, although. He didn't like to be denied of something, no. He was a prodigy for a reason, and that was for knowledge.
"First of all, if you're not a fullbringer, why do you control fire? Second of all, I would like to know about these Obelisks I have heard of. What is so special about them? Are they like the Togabito's opposite? And why is it you have to know who I am? I am none of your concern, well now I am but before...It was irrelevant to know me." he prodded with a dagger which had a radiant blade that could cut like a seele schneider. He needed this, just so he could fulfill his selfish wants. If he didn't have what he wanted, he would allow his sadistic side to bloom. He was deciding on whether to set the airport ablaze or to simply one-shot the pregnant woman's baby.
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Post by Katsuo Kagayaki on Mar 18, 2013 13:23:54 GMT -5
the wheel in the sky keeps on turning Since he was looking straight at the Visored, Katsuo saw the quick change in Ezekiel’s temperament, and knew that it was not going to go as easily as he would have hoped. He figured that the Visored would just keep bothering him. He might even go to drastic measures and attack him. But he never thought that this would happen.
“If I burned her and the whole crowd alive.”
Katsuo’s eyes widened at this; they were the only words he had really heard out of all the Visored’s babbling. He had looked over to see exactly whom the Visored was pointing at, and saw the pregnant woman. Now he was having an incredibly difficult time keeping himself from springing at Ezekiel. The only reason he wasn’t, was because he knew that he didn’t have much of a chance of beating him. Maybe, just maybe if he caught him off-guard, but Katsuo wasn’t the tactical type; there was no way he could pull something like that off. Things sure had escalated quickly.
His laid-back expression was gone now, only to be replaced with a furious one. This guy is like a Shinigami… and he would do something like this? Now, he might not be so indifferent about them, especially if they were all like this, like Ezekiel had just said. It looked like he had no choice but to answer the questions, to the best of his ability. Proxies rarely knew any information that was detrimental to Consecro. He barely knew anything about just one of the Obelisks, let alone anything about the Micans Nitore. Even so, no matter how much he may have claimed to hate his forced role, he wouldn’t betray his comrades. That’s what they were to him now.
Katsuo raised his flaming sword a little, not in attack, but to make it more visible. ”This. My Sigil, Aokishi. All humans get one once they pass their training.” he said rigidly. That wasn’t bad, right? Everyone knew about the Sigils; they weren’t exactly a secret in the first place. And yet, Katsuo felt terrible for telling an outsider. ”And I barely know anything about Obelisks. I’ve only met one, and I don’t even know which one he was supposed to be.” Katsuo started walking as he said this. ”You have the Reiatsu of a Hollow. I had to make sure you weren’t a threat.” he lingered a little on the last word. Clearly, he was. He knew that now. But could he take him? Definitely not.. Though he may have been a little cocky, Katsuo was also a realist; he knew when he was outmatched. But that didn’t mean he would back down.
Soon, he was standing in the direction that Ezekiel had been pointing in, the closest he could get to protecting the crowd from this distance. He was closer to the edge of the roof now, but not quite enough to fall off if something happened. The Visored wouldn’t attack him, instead, would he? Katsuo doubted that his answers would be enough, so he couldn’t attack him yet, right? Not if he wanted more information. Katsuo’s hand on the hilt of Aokishi shook a little. He had not been in a situation like this before. He was trying his best, but it was too much for him. He didn’t know what else he could do now, besides attack. But he didn’t want to die… and it didn’t look as if anyone was coming, either. He would have to deal with this alone, somehow.
”Leave them out of this; they have nothing to do with it!” he said suddenly, almost sounding desperate. The blue flames sparked up a little, as if they were connected to his emotional state. But that wasn’t it. He was getting ready to use Absolution guard if the Visored did end up attacking him.
and i don't know where i'll be tomorrow HAN: 10 | REI: 6 | HAK: 10 | SEI: 10 | BUK: 8 | HOH: 6 Created by Aquarius of GS and BTN
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Post by Ezekiel Hibana on Mar 21, 2013 15:13:16 GMT -5
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A smart play of cards, no flush or straight but definitely that two pair that saves your ass in poker. Ezekiel's half-bluff was called quite nicely. He, of course, wanted more out of the boy but knew it would be useless to pry. He couldn't possibly align with the Consecro now that he has threatened the very thing that those people protect. He withdrew his finger and looked in the direction of the boy. Should he reveal his true status yet? Would they hunt his abomination-equivalent race down? A shinigami with the essence of a hollow, definitely not something one could conclude very clearly as a visored. It was only a hint and nothing too clear, but the boy felt it. Should he add an antagonist to the playing field? He has yet to fill the field with a full set of pawns on the white king's side. Yamamoto unconsciously held pawns within his hand. The first of which being Shen Ruan.
Ezekiel glared at the boy, his intimidating aura increasing. It was if he reeked with death, something only the evil can withstand. He was like the shepherd of darkness, one who only carried chaos within an open hand, sprinkling it around. The purple dust that littered the grounds, glazing it so elegantly but truly portraying an evil essence. But this was only the more dominate aura. Ezekiel's position on the moral compass has yet to reach a self-determined dominating state. His actions speak evil but his mind has not finalized such. He was not someone to be used as a role model, but also definitely not someone to trust if known. Those who have fell into the trap cannot tunnel their way through usually. Even he doubted his moral compass could enter a rebuttal strong enough to send him on the side of the goody-goodies.
"I thank you for your help. Now, in return for being such a good boy, I would offer you a taste of my power. Information like that is quite needed. I am far from being god-like or even the prestigious level of power, but it is still quite abundant. I am Mount Everest compared to you, and they shall be Mount Olympus." he bowed, chuckling at his own humor. The metaphor was quite well-in-rhythm when he spoke it. Beginning to spin his zanpakuto again, Ezekiel smiled as a disruption in the spinning sloppily tossed the blade from its sheath, sending it spinning into the air. It fell heavy after whirling about, slicing wind and sinking into the ground. Ezekiel displaced himself to avoid instantaneous death by the falling blade. He spun the scabbard even after releasing his blade. He didn't want a fight, and he assumed the boy could feel it. He wanted to have spar-equivalent battle, and his aura made this quite apparent.
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Post by Katsuo Kagayaki on Mar 22, 2013 23:54:59 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 15px; background-color: fbfbfb;] Katsuo was tensely waiting for Ezekiel to do or say something; he was ready to activate Absolution Guard on a moment’s notice. When the Visored lowered his hand, he felt a bit relieved, but that vanished when Ezekiel turned and started to glare at him. He didn’t know if it was just him, but it also felt like the Visored’s Reiatsu was stronger than before. It looked like something was going to happen, after all.
Katsuo had thought that they would be even now that he had given some information. Besides, a fight didn’t seem like a reward to him. He was going to say something about this, until he heard,
“I am Mount Everest compared to you, and they shall be Mount Olympus."
Katsuo’s features contorted into a menacing scowl. Oh no, that wasn’t going to fly. Was this guy really saying that to his face? Underestimating him that much? Even if Ezekiel was quite a bit stronger than Katsuo, he wasn’t going to take that. He hated when people looked down on him; it was one of the easiest ways to set him off. He growled under his breath, slowly raising his left hand towards Ezekiel. For a moment, it looked like he was going to launch an attack of some sort, until Katsuo pointed at the Visored, even glaring at him.
“Just who the hell do you think you are?!” he yelled, before he lowered his voice a bit. He didn’t want to attract any attention. “First you demand information from me, then threaten people that haven’t done anything, then you talk down to me?!” He lowered his hand and took a couple steps towards the Visored, raising his sword. “Don’t screw with me.” he snapped, before shifting his left foot forward slightly. He knew that this was just a spar, but since he was so outmatched, he wasn’t going to hold back much. Only enough so that he didn’t destroy anything.
Ezekiel hadn’t made a move yet, so Katsuo figured that he would take initiative. If nothing else, he was going to teach the Visored a lesson about underestimating people. Let’s go. With that, he suddenly jumped towards Ezekiel with his sword raised high above his head. Once he was within striking distance – about two feet – he swung the blade towards the Visored’s right shoulder. He didn’t exactly expect it to hit, but he had a plan for when he tried to counter. | [atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 120px; padding: 15px; background-color: 003366;] 10 HAN 06 REI 10 HAK 10 SEI 08 BUK 06 HOH |
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Post by Ezekiel Hibana on Mar 26, 2013 20:01:59 GMT -5
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The devilish appearance of Ezekiel's facial expression spoke words of unimaginable wickedness. He could only express how he enjoyed the agony of another, but through his smile. The echoes of a hyena's laughter had rang throughout his head, echoing endlessly as they almost burst from his lips. He could feel his hollow trying to surface, trying to emerge and gasp for air. The air it wanted was not the pure mix mortals breath in, it was the bloody vapor that blended smoothly within the air, only adding color to it. The ghastly aroma of death and decay, it was what the two hungered. He could not resist the temptations of his hollow as well he wanted. Ezekiel inspected the actions of his opponent, the puppet tying its own strings to the wooden handle.
One...little...two...little...three little corpses...A devil as I have wrote it...Hehe~. The echoing voice of his devil plagued him, vexing him at ever inch of movement, every breath he drew. When he unsheathed his concentration from the scabbard of distraction, he noticed the rage building up in the boy, an illusion of the blend of emotional and physical fire illustrating a work of art. He snapped this picture into his head, savoring it for it was a true piece of work. The simplicity of the flames were beautiful, but the boy was like Arachne...given such an ability so refined that it brings jealously from someone obviously having a greater one. The boy took the initiative of attacking first, so Ezekiel responded with and exertion of force using his zanpakuto's scabbard. The blade was not swift in the form of intent on hitting, but it did seem to set up a gateway for following attacks.
Ezekiel used his scabbard to stop the incoming attack, in the process of grabbing his sword and quickly jolting back with a shunpo that pulled him quite few meters from the limit of striking distance. He held his blade upside-down with a tight grip, sparks dwindling around the razor-sharp tip. "Screech, witch of the wild burning forest. Release your cries and listen to my beg for destruction." the sparks raged more brilliantly, spontaneously generating at a rapid rate. Soon a devil's blaze arose from the tip, burning along the edge. Ezekiel let go of the blade as it rested in the air, the edge burning furiously. He brushed his knuckles across the dull back-side of his zanpakuto, a fan-like spin taking form. A gigantic fan of blazing fire taking shape. Pointing his finger inches away from the fan of fire, he began finishing the kido. "Hado 55: Burakkafaiabanshi (Black Fire Banshi)". Before the fan could scream out a plume of fire, Ezekiel decided to use the condensed version by adding Sho to the mix. " Hado 1: Sho." an arc of fire bursted from the spinning blade, blackening completely once it traveled a foot away. The arc soared just above the building, scorching it but not seeping through it. The arc was flying towards his opponent, sluggish but in a highly condensed form which would be equivalent to the bite of a banshee made of inferno. He assumed the boy could react to fire, seeing as how it was his element. In fact, he anticipated it and was prepared to use a defensive kido if his assumptions were to come to fruition.
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Post by Katsuo Kagayaki on Apr 14, 2013 13:53:05 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 15px; background-color: fbfbfb;] As expected, Ezekiel blocked his slash, not even using his sword. For some reason, that small fact irked Katsuo. It was almost as if the Visored was mocking him by not using his own blade, even if he hadn't even been holding it at the time. But that wasn’t important right now.
Before Katsuo had the chance to attack again, Ezekiel backed away, ruining his plan. Shit! He thought, stepped back to regain his balance and holding Aokishi out in front of him with both hands in case the Visored retaliated suddenly. Instead he started talking again, though this time it sounded more like a chant of some sort.
Katsuo was about to ask him what he was saying, but thought better of it when he saw what was happening with Ezekiel's blade. It was starting to look like it was on fire. If he hadn't been expecting something to come flying at him any moment, Katsuo probably would have wondered if this Visored was trying to copy him. One thing he did wonder though, was just how weak Ezekiel thought he was. Was he really going to try and attack him with fire, his own element? Give me a break. He thought. He may not have high Reiatsu, but he made up for it in other ways.
As soon as the arc of flame flew towards him, Katsuo -- oddly enough -- jumped right at it, with his sword's tip pointed out towards it. He rarely ever said the names of his techniques out loud, so Ezekiel would probably be surprised when he saw Katsuo jump out of the flames, unharmed except for a few burnt spots on his clothing, where the Absolution Guard had not been quite strong enough to completely fend off the flames of the Kido. Behind him, the flames appeared to have been cut in half vertically. Using Absolution guard had made the flames emanating from him real, instead of just for show. And these flames he used to counter Ezekiel's. However, since the blast was a lot stronger than Katsuo has expected, he ended up using more energy than usual to block them. He didn't stop at that, though.
After jumping out of the flames, he took a swing at Ezekiel, who had not been very far away to begin with. Don't mock me! He snapped as he -- instead of using his sword -- threw a flaming fist towards the Visored's face. Since Absolution Guard was still active for a few more seconds, Ezekiel would probably be able to feel the heat from Katsuo. Any contact he made with him would result in a nasty burn. The only reason Katsuo himself wasn't burned by it was because he could choose what he burned with this technique. | [atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 120px; padding: 15px; background-color: 003366;] 10 HAN 06 REI 10 HAK 10 SEI 08 BUK 06 HOH |
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Post by Ezekiel Hibana on Apr 20, 2013 10:40:40 GMT -5
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Ezekiel was not surprised by the fact the boy withstood his fire, due to easily observing the fact he had flames around his body before. It was of no surprise, in fact he had expected it to the very least. He didn't expect the boy to actually jump at the fire, but that didn't matter. To disrupt the movements of the flaming fists, he uses the hado Sho before a brief shunpo to the side. He laughed like a hyena, the whites in his eyes darkening. Hehe~....Time to show him the big guns.. Ezekiel's personality began changing due to the influence of his hollow. He retrieved his blade by a simple shunpo, resuming the spot he escaped to. The sho he used before was weaker due to the lack of reciting the name.
"If you hadn't noticed before, I am a user of magic...what we call kido. I will demonstrate my ability to use it. Bakudo #63 Sajo Subaku" as Ezekiel extended his arm, thick, yellow rope emitted from his hand, essentially forming three circles and trying to close in on his foe. Due to his almost-expert ability with kido, they began closing in fast, almost hoping that they would close. If he failed, he would use shunpo to use Robu Hakai, using the time his foe took to dodge and his advantage-building shunpo to what he believes to most likely succeed. If he succeeds, he also plans on using his prized bakudo.
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Post by Katsuo Kagayaki on Apr 25, 2013 12:36:37 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 15px; background-color: fbfbfb;] Katsuo had been hoping to catch Ezekiel off-guard by jumping through the flames, but before he could hit the Visored, he felt something push his hand back, and before he could recover, Ezekiel was gone from his sight. Hearing a psychotic laugh to the side, Katsuo turned toward the Visored with a fierce glare. I'm not fast enough. He thought, frustrated. Given that, he didn't want to take his eyes off of him even for a moment. He could end up dead if he did. But how was he supposed to win if he couldn't hit him?
On top of that, his Absolution Guard had vanished, and using it had taken it's toll. He didn't even have very high Reiryoku to begin with, but he could still hold out. He wasn't even close to giving up yet.
Now what? He thought, when Ezekiel mentioned the "Kido" he was using. Hadn't he already demonstrated his ability to use it with the fire spell? This guy was like a broken record. Since he used so much of this magic, did that mean he was lacking in physical combat? If only Katsuo could get him close range, then he might have a chance. Then again, maybe not. He didn't have time to just stand around thinking at the moment, though.
His eyes widened when he saw the golden chains flying towards him at a fast rate. He didn't have time to dodge them at any rate, so he swung his sword at the chains when they came close, hoping to fling them away or break them. It didn't work out as he had planned though, as the chains instead wrapped around his sword. "What the hell!" he exclaimed, stumbling backward and trying to fling the chains off of Aokishi.
When that didn't work, he decided to do something else. His left hand started to glow with an intense blue aura, soon forming a small ball of blue fire. Since he was trying to keep an eye on Ezekiel, he wasn't concentrating too terribly hard on it, so it was growing slower than usual. He didn't plan to use it immediately anyway. If he wanted to damage the Visored at all, it would have to be big. If Ezekiel thought he could use him as a test subject for his spells, he was in for a big surprise; that was what Katsuo was thinking anyways. | [atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 120px; padding: 15px; background-color: 003366;] 10 HAN 06 REI 10 HAK 10 SEI 08 BUK 06 HOH |
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Post by Ezekiel Hibana on Apr 26, 2013 17:48:56 GMT -5
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Ezekiel was actually disappointed in the boy, a far less interesting battle than he had with Shen. Mostly because Shen was all emotional and spiced the flavor of battle, the flavor of satisfied sadism so well. It was like cumin to his sadism, the universal food spice. Salt and pepper to make it oh so enjoyable. He noticed that the only thing the boy couldn't avoid was Sajo Subaku coiling around his sword. Was that going to do anything? Did it keep it in place? He didn't know but he didn't care. Laughing, he decided to toy with him and use his shikai. "I'm going to treat you to something special. My power, my source of evil." he had held his zanpakuto upside-down, ready to recite the words of Neji Kokoro's release.
The boy didn't really attack, so it made this ever-so easy. " Unlock. Neji Kokoro." his sword turned completely black, the handle being round and the cross-guard being a black star. It had vine-like things wrapping around the blade, mimicking a shadow mist. He stabbed it into the ground and prepared to use his common ability, Maina Junin. " Maina Junin:Guretoeakksu" stabbing the ground, black vines sprouted from the blade and sunk into the ground, moving in all cardinal directions. They would almost reach his foe, but fell short. " Let's see...Let's go with swords." 9 black figures made from the roots formed, appearing to be an assortment of roots before perfectly melding.
"Maina Junin: Kishi." the black figures all sprouted swords and shields which perfectly melded before becoming seperate objects. All of the Maina Junin rushed for Katsuo, all of them attacking. Ezekiel ordered three of them to stay with him and protect him while he recover so he could use a larger kido.
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