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Post by Shen Ruan on Apr 22, 2013 21:11:25 GMT -5
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Shen glared at Dante as he attempted to trash talk him. He abused his power? He had never even fought another person with his fullbringer before...Okay he hadn't openly fought another person with his fullbringer before. So what if he tripped a few bouncers and angry street gamblers here and there as he ran away from them? That was completely different. It got him that cool nickname of White Spirit. That was just him being a bad ass. Not abusing his power. This guy didn't know the first thing about him so who was he to be the almighty judge of his action. He was the one that threw the first punch. He was just putting this guy in his place and teaching him a lessons that weaklings like him didn't need to be fighting hollows. Dante would have gotten himself killed in no time.
"Jeez old man you're so uptight. Let loose would ya?" he teased, eyes quickly catching sight of the rock that was flying at him. Was that really all he had left? Chucking useless little stones. That was pathetic. Shen's fist flared up with reiatsu his face contorting in some kind of anger. This guy really wasn't learning a thing. He kept on going despite being so injured. He really didn't need to be fighting hollows.
He took a step forward, planning to just swat that rock right out of the air then head in to give Dante a good punch across the face. If nothing else that would knock him out and show him who not to mess with. He wasn't even halfway through his step though when he suddenly froze. The stone was shot by something up above, blowing to bits before it even got close to Shen. He blinked, losing most of his expression. He hadn't noticed it before. There was an all too familiar presence around. She took a step back, standing up straight, his face becoming dark under the cover of his bangs as he waited. He knew he didn't need to call out to that monster. It would show itself on its own.
And it did. And Shen wished he hadn't just stood there. He saw Ezekiel's shadow on the ground and grimaced. He really didn't need this right now. But then there was a blue flash and his head shot up in time to see that blast engulf Dante in its wrath. He could smell the disgusting odor of burning flesh and he could her the bones snap as they gave into the heat that corroded them down into nothing more than broken shards of indistinguishable bones. He probably would have heard screams had it not been for the slow motion the world around him had seem to have taken on. He didn't return to that reality before that beast was standing in front of him, looking at him as he said some stupid remark Shen really didn't linger on for too long.
"What is wrong with you?" he growled out. His shoulders tensed up and he clenched his teeth. His glare couldn't have been beat by even the most terrifying of hollows as it transfixed itself on Ezekiel's form. He didn't have the slightest bit of regret over what he had just done. He'd killed some human without much of a reason and in a cruel manner at that. "You really are nothing more than some god damn, sick monster!" he barked, the reiatsu around his hand blazing even more than before. Shen was indeed a rather cruel being himself, but even he... he wouldn't just go and kill somebody like that. No! He wasn't like those monsters.
Despite the incident just a couple days before with this exact same man, Shen showed no hesitation before he launched himself forward. He was close enough that his speed would serve him well enough. And even if it didn't Shen didn't really care. He threw his fist forward, aiming it right for the cheek bone of Ezekiel. It wasn't just some powerful punch though. Shen wasn't stupid enough for that. Just a few inches before he hand would even reach Ezekiel's face he released the reiatsu that had been building up around that fist, allowing it to explode out. Even if Ezekiel moved to dodge it would be hard for him to escape his blast fully.Shen really hoped that bastard would underestimate him and just take that hit though. Then he could blow that man into nothing but ash. God how sweet that would be.
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Post by Dante Hiashi on Apr 22, 2013 22:25:17 GMT -5
Hearing Shen`s smart remarks, he simply ignored them as he hunch foward a bit.He was still a bit unbalanced, his body ache all over and he could barely move. And he was still very much angered, he had let the boy get under his skin. As much as he tried to not let that happen, it all changed when the boy turned it physical and started with his childish tricks. He would soon learn to regret even staying to speak with the immature brat as his body was soon overwhelmed by a large pool fo reiatsu. It was so powerful that it made it difficult for him to move, and the ominous feel that comes from the reiatsu just senta chill down his spine.
Watching the rock he throwed be smashed into bits by a launching blade, he could not help but question what the hell was going on. Was this person a ally of the other fullbringer? And if he was, this would make things much more dangerous for him. Such a powerful reiatsu meant that he could end up lying in his own grave. Looking towards the sky, his eyes were a bit dialated as he tried to center his attention onto the man in the air. It wasn`t long after did his eyes widen to the sight of blue flames launching down towards his direction. As much as he tried to move, the reiatsu and his wounds would just not let him. That was when the flames crash down onto his body, engulfing him in blue flames.
At first he was overcome by shock, which had made him momentarily not feel his flesh being burned. That realization soon came to tuition as he soon release a blood curling shriek. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!" he screamed in pain as he felt the agonizing pain of his flesh beginning to burn away. The pain was so unbearable that he could not even fathom surviving such pain. At that moment, he could feel tears trying to form, but they quickly dried away as his life began to flash before his eyes. Once the flames died down, he was left standing there as a burnt corspe. Most of his clothing and flesh was burned away, and he was at the end of his ropes. Falling to the ground face first, he tried his best to hang on to the little bit of life he had left. His vision was very much blurred, and he could not speak. "I..I...I" trying to speak, his life would then give out as Dante Hiashi was no more. His screams could soon get the alertness of those walking along the sidewalks, so the fullbringer could end up getting accused of being the murderer, if he just so happen to still be in the area.
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Post by Ezekiel Hibana on Apr 23, 2013 4:56:09 GMT -5
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Ezekiel smiled with great evil as he turned his eyes to the screaming man, flesh and bone melted away and all he could say was a stutter and a scream. He truly melted the bones of someone, and it felt great. It felt amazing to actually kill someone, but it took quite a bit out of him. He may have overkilled the man, burning him almost to nothing and leaving almost nothing behind, but it was amazing. A spectacle, even, and it was so beautiful how it came together. Like old mosaic tiles telling stories, the flame was cast upon the foe, sending him into the inferno and burning away his life. The last thing remaining was the Konso, which he had the courtesy to do to Dante's soul before it was eaten by a hollow. He looked at Shen, whom was horrified by such a beautiful event.
How could someone not love the site of artistic death? The melody of screams, the musical of flames, it was something to enjoy. He pulled his scabbard from the ground and sheathed his zanpakuto, turning completely towards Shen. He laughed as he was judged. He? Be judged? Who the hell was Shen to judge him? He was a monster on society, it's not like it really matter. Letting his reiatsu flow, he had hoped to disrupt any movement Shen made. "To kill someone? Oh the immaturity...I...am a Death God. A shinigami, a master of death. You think we don't kill people who don't deserve it? Were you around 200 years ago? You think death is so tragic that it MUST be prevented. No...." Ezekiel took a few steps, circling around Shen.
He stopped abruptly, spinning in a 1/4 circle comically towards Shen. "Death is a toy in this game. He was one. There are billions of people on this Earth that will replace him. Millions in the Rukongai and thousands in the Seireitei. Millions of hollows in the Hueco Mundo and so on. You have no room to judge me for killing. For I have ended a hopeless man's life. You would have killed him anyways. Don't dwell over such folly. Death isn't that serious, not in this case. Once death takes loved ones away, it has dulled your senses." Ezekiel's face turned sour, referring to the death of his mother and it being by Yamamoto's hand. It was insignificant, he had probably killed hundreds of Quincy. She was of no importance, so why bother?
Shen began to throw a punch in Ezekiel's direction, something out of blind rage and could easily be countered. He was so angry with him, even decided to attack him. Holding out his hand, almost as if he was going to grab a punch, a blue, small shield formed in front of his palm, ready for Shen to attack. "Seki." he simply said, casting the Bakudo with ease and allowing Shen's attack to repulse back at him. This confrontation would cause minor paralyzation for a brief moment. Once this would happen, he would attempt a successful binding with Hainewa. "Bakudo #4: Hainewa" if successful, the crawling rope would fire, strings of light ready to wrap themselves around his target. Once this would happen the finale bakudo would be ready, but he would save that for later.
He laughed at the anger of Shen Ruan, he knew he had hated him. He knew he couldn't change that, no matter the heroics or the lessons he cast upon him. "Soon you'll learn the world is cruel. You'll never make it far with the anti-death attitude. I had to sever the arm of my best friend in order to escape the hell hole. I kill now not out of pleasure, completely anyways, but to appease the hunger of the damn demon inside me and to teach you one thing: Do not be afraid of death in front of your own eyes." he taunted slightly, but was generally speaking the truth. He did take some pleasure from incinerating someone, because it plain looked cool to him. The artfulness of the death is what really made him happy. I ain't happy...I'm feeling glad...I got sunshine...in a bag...I'm useless, but not for long...the future...is coming on, is coming on, is coming....
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Post by Shen Ruan on Apr 23, 2013 22:29:02 GMT -5
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Shen just couldn't understand this man. Not in the slightest. He was going on about what he had done meant nothing at all. What kind of messed up shit were they filling people's heads with where ever he came from. He said Rukongai and Seireitei. Shen remembered those terms from some shinigami he was watching one day. He also knew Hueco Mundo was where the hollows came from. At this point Shen was praying that he'd be dragged to hell in his death. He didn't want the sick brainwashing this man had received up in what was in some form called heaven. What a joke.
How much he wished that hit had landed. Instead he was blown away he body suddenly stunned as it flew back in the air, stopping only because he hit the ground, sliding to a stop which probably left holes in his jacket. When he got over the initial shock he gave a slight hiss, looking down to his shoulder which was clearing bleeding through he jacket now.Shen sat up, taking the thing off and tossing it away only in time to have that yellow rope flying at him again much like it had the day prior. Like Hell he was going to get trapped by the same damn thing again. He leaped backwards, kicking at the rope with a blast coming from his feet to deflect it, using no more energy than he had to. He made the mistake before of using too much up at one time and he paid for that. Not to mention he pretty much just rushed into that fight without any knowledge which led to his downfall. At least now he wouldn't be a sitting duck. Not yet at least.
Shen's back hit the outside of a building and he used it to stop himself, putting his feet back first and rebounding off of it, planting his feet hard on the sidewalk. "Listen you sick fuck" he growled, glaring at that monster with more hatred than ever before. "An innocent life isn't something to take so god damn lightly. I don't really give two shits about whatever you had to do to get to whatever high pedestal you've placed yourself on. Its nothing but bullshit!" he shot up, standing straight and proud despite how he looked to be in a good amount of pain right then. "I'm not like you. I don't want to be like you! I don't want your life lessons! I don't care what your reasons are! I will never just kill for some pathetic reason like you! If you only kill for something like that you should just kill yourself! Or better yet..." he paused, his signature smirk returning to his face, blazing more than ever. "Let me do it!" He through his fist forward again, this time his tendrils releasing themselves again, a good dozen of them flying out from his hand. They all raced toward Ezekiel, two headed for each of his limbs, one for his throat and another for his waist.
That still left two to be called for though. In the rushing speed he didn't bank on Ezekiel being able to just count the number of attacks coming at him. So those last two tendrils detached themselves completely. They raced ahead of the others, burrowing into the ground, one right in front of the beast feet and the other a few inches behind. If he took one step toward either of them they would instantly explode up with a blast of reiatsu with as much power as his first strike at the visored. If he were unfortunate enough that would even let his tendrils capture him.
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Post by Ezekiel Hibana on Apr 24, 2013 3:13:54 GMT -5
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The boy was a fool. Ignorant, and blind to the truth, the horrible, horrible truth. He did not know the amount of death that occurs, he believed they were fairy tales. Shen Ruan does not understand death, for he has not witnessed it as much as Ezekiel. The death of the hollows, those are deaths too, the death of quincy even happened when he was a baby. Thousands dead and he wasn't even the age of one, he wasn't even able to walk. He joined the Gotei 13 and became powerful, but he still couldn't prevent the death of his best friend's lover. He caused it, even, he should have died then. He is a monster, but he no longer grieves over this fact. He no longer cares, in fact he embraces that he is a monster. He is a murderer, he is someone to hate. But Shen was already put in a mode where he would never understand.
Ezekiel noticed the two tendrils sent underground so he used Shunpo to go 20 feet to his 2:15 angle and then once more to get behind Shen Ruan. He was prepared to use Robu Hakai to disrupt his movement and use of his power. Pointing a finger that would soon touch Shen, he began to recite the words, "Give me the power of ye lightning, oh shining god Zeus. Bless me with your graceful sparks so that I may bring light to my enemy! Bakudo #25: Robu Hakai!" his finger would charge and if he succeeded, he would send a pulse of electricity that would ultimately disrupt the charge of Shen's brain, causing paralysis and allowing Ezekiel to follow up with other kido or his blade if he so wishes.
He spat in the other direction, looking back at Shen. "You're an ignorant fucker, you know that? You don't understand the world yet, you're just a kid. You don't know what goes on beyond the living world, and I assume you don't want to. You will never understand because of that child brain of yours, death will bring light for you'll end up some weak soul in the Rukongai whom will end up a shinigami whether you like it or not. Then you'll understand the suffering it has. Then you'll understand how much you have to kill, how evil they are. I am a monster, I know. I embrace it, but each and every world is too. We are all monsters, we are all creatures and the Soul King is Mount fucking Olympus in its entirety.
Think about that. Think about the fact YOU'RE the one whose wrong. Hm? Did you think it was all sunshine and fucking rainbows? Think it you were going to go hold hands with some souls and expect NOT to be mugged or killing and then reborn yet again, living in this hell YET AGAIN. You think I'm fabricating this? Oh, but you wouldn't understand because you're a fucking idiot." Ezekiel was letting out his rage, completely expressing the fact he believes the kid knows nothing. His expression of anger showed obvious experience and reflection, hopefully even Shen would acknowledge it. He was relentless on Shen because the boy needed to learn. He needed to learn the world is black. Not black and white, not grey, but full on blacker-than-black black.
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Post by Shen Ruan on Apr 24, 2013 22:38:24 GMT -5
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"Dammit..." Shen cursed under his breath. It was like Ezekiel was just playing with him all over again. Shen was wasting his energy on attacks that were just being brushed off like dust. His eyes followed Ezekiel who was now on his way behind him, unfortunately the toll of what he had already put out was becoming apparent more and more. He spun around in just about enough time for Ezekiel to finish his spell. He waved his hands, his tendrils turning back and racing toward the both of them though they weren't fast enough it seemed. Shen suddenly stiffened with the touch of Ezekiel's finger and then a moment later he went limp, crashing down to the ground with nothing but a few twitches from his limps. It seemed like his tendrils were gone as well.
He glared up at the visored, his teeth bared with frustration as he tried to move him limbs. Ezekiel really must not have been quite a fighter if hew as always to paralyze him like this, clearly getting free shots at him whenever he did use that sword of his. Shen would have thrown some comment about that but it seemed Ezekiel wanted to yap at him. Shen averted his gaze to the side, not even caring if that meant he'd have a better chance of getting another good hit. He wasn't going to give the monster the pleasure of making it seem like he'd ever listen to the shit that rolled out of his mouth. And that seemed to be what came out all over again.
This man knew nothing more about him than the fact that he wasn't just some normal human and that he wasn't some sadistic murdered like Ezekiel was. Shen glared down the street, acting like he wasn't listening when every word pierced into his mind. He knew better than to think everything was perfect in the world he entered into when he started killing hollows, hating them for everything they were. He wasn't that dense. Sure, perhaps he didn't know about the Soul Society or whatever madness cause this monster to become what he was. How would he? He wasn't some damned Shinigami. To be honest he was never that fond of them to begin with anyway but now he wondered just how fucked up they were.
When the feeling began to return to Shen's body, he clenched his fist, knowing he didn't need much more than that for right then. He turned his gaze back up t the visored, the one person he probably hated more than anyone, seeing the anger that was written on his face. It probably mirrored whatever raging expression Shen wore right about then. He was done hearing things from this man. "You think I'm some dumb kid who hasn't seen the shit of this world for myself?!" he barked, actually able to lift his head up some now, glare darkening. "I've had to kill before too you know! And not just the monsters like you! I couldn't give two shits less about you or all the others hollows who were killed and are going to be killed by me!" He closed his fist quickly and suddenly all around them there were blasts from the ground, flaring up with strong reiatsu that yearned to fry Ezekiel's flesh. Shen's Tendrils hadn't just died out. He had buried them just like before, waiting for a time when he figured Ezekiel wouldn't be paying as much attention. It seemed while the man was raging would be his chance.
When the last blast went off Shen found he was able to move better, all but gracefully getting up to his feet and lunging backwards, unsteadily coming to a stop with a few steps about 10 yards back. He was panting, his left arm hanging at his side with blood pretty much covering all of the skin there. His other arm was burnt and a good blow had burnt his ride side from the effects of his own attack. He knew from the beginning it was risky. He had counted himself lucky that those were the only injuries he had received. Still though he forced himself to stand up proud, looking at the cloud of debris that had formed, waiting for Ezekiel to show up when the cloud cleared or magically walk out from somewhere else completely unscathed. "I'm not quite as innocent as you may want to believe. I don't have to worry about going to where you came from. I'm doomed to hell for what I've done" he chuckled darkly, clearly not all that amused. "My darling little sister..I wiped her right off the face of this world" he stated with none of that cocky attitude, none of that anger, just a dull tone so unlike him.
Still though Asshole Shen could only stay gone for so long. He was just some young kid after all. "So don't you go telling me what the fuck I need to learn or what I don't know you got it you piece of shit!" he shouted out, his good hand fisting up at his side and blazing with reiatsu again. It wasn't going to be over so easily. He knew better. Even still he wouldn't be able to go on much longer. His body was going to give out on him soon enough from his injuries along with the amount of power he was using up.
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Post by Ezekiel Hibana on Apr 24, 2013 23:05:01 GMT -5
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Ezekiel knew he was in the wrong, he knew he corrupted his path far beyond repair, and he couldn't waver from it's current flow. He had no way of knowing about someone's past, but he knew a lot about the truth of the world. He was no idiot, and his dark side only brought bias from Shen. What has he become? Simply he wanted to escape the Soul Society...why was he spared? He knew a worse pain than the death of a loved one. Death was mercy, torture was exile. He exiled himself and allowed himself to darken...to blacken. He became this way because nothing could make him happy anymore. He was an orphan who was taken in by Hana. His first mother-figure, torn away. He heard of her execution from eavesdropping on shinigami in the Living World.
Ezekiel shed a tear before the explosion hit, and he let it. He could have reacted, but to show that he was not indestructible, he took the hit. Now, it did not significantly damage him in a way that would scar, but his left arm was burned pretty bad. When the smoke cleared, he just looked at Shen, his expression wiped of the initial darkness and anger. He wanted to explain that the world, no matter where someone goes, it is hell. It is absolute hell and there is no way to avoid it. No shred of power could shield the inferno of hell completely. Ezekiel was sure Shen knew this as well.
Did he have multi-personality disorder? Was he crazy? He didn't know. But he could feel sympathy for the boy, for he did something much worse. "You killed your sister? I caused the only mother figure I had in my life to turn on me because of my actions. I severed the arm of my closest friend and broke both of their hearts. I wasn't evil then, but your bias views over me could never understand that I wasn't numb to that pain. But I was betrayed that day, and that really sublimated my heart. I am as empty as a hollow, or so I want to believe."
He knew by now Shen wasn't listening, but he talked still. The two, they despised each other but he felt the strange connection they had. Hate and...understanding. Ezekiel coughed, weakened by the blast he let directly hit him. He could fight, still, and he could probably still use shunpo. "A game in America once said...That peace was life's greatest illusion. You won't learn anything, or at least acknowledge that you did. Kid, I'm 200 years old. I do know something and you and me both can't deny that truly. Death is so simple afterwards. You kill hollows everyday. They were once beings, but you only see them as monsters. In reality, you only want to avoid punishing yourself. Or maybe you do, you allow yourself to accept these things. Unconsciously. I may not deem death as complex...But the death gods are the ones who are insane. They are called such for a reason. The only thing that follows is death.
You don't want to listen because you hate me, I'm a monster, and you want yourself to believe that. I want myself to believe that too, because in a way, we did the same thing. We both fucked ourselves. I admit, I am sadistic as hell. I admit that I am evil. But does that make me any less wrong because of these traits?" he wanted to kill Shen, but then again he didn't. He knows his urged to hurt and destroy things have arose from his anger. His anger towards himself and how Kiyameru betrayed him. He couldn't stop from being hated, that was inevitable. No, but telling someone something is better than nothing. He had to ignore and resist his sadistic side. Maybe he did have multiple personality syndrome... Ezekiel was prepared to bind Shen with Geki so he could speak longer, but he waited.
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Post by Shen Ruan on Apr 26, 2013 14:56:38 GMT -5
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A LL THE HURT * ALL THE HATE ❚ WORDS 752 ❚ TAGS Shen ❚ NOTES text text text text text text Shen had to admit it. He was a bit surprised to see Ezekiel still standing there in the center of the blast zone. He eyed the man's arm that was in as bad of shape as his own. Too bad shinigami's and hollows tended to heal up better than humans. He could only imagine how soon Ezekiel would be getting over that wound. It pissed him off a little be if he were becoming completely honest. And he was always honest about what pissed him off.
What pissed him off even more was that the visored was just standing there, not even making the slightest move to attack. What the fuck was wrong with him? Did he finally realize he wasn't so big and bad? Yeah right like that would ever happen. Then his mouth opened and Shen knew he'd be getting another long lecture. Man he was getting tired of words. Who the hell needed to talk so much to a person who they wanted to kill. And at the rate things were going Ekekiel most definitely seemed like he wanted to kill Shen. This was the second time they had met and fought and it was obvious Ezekiel just didn't like him. Maybe he even had some of the same hate Shen had. But now that guy was all solemn and his voice held none of the anger from before when he had practically yelled at him. What was up with him? He really was a nutcase.
Something caught Shen's attention. So he was fucked enough to make his own mother turn on him? He really must have really pulled some serious shit whatever it was. In the back of his mind he wondered what his own mother would think if she knew everything. He might not have liked to acknowledge it but his parents were about the only people he cared all that much for anymore, even if he ignored them and fought with them whenever he could. He didn't want to think about them turning their backs on him.
So maybe Ezekiel had his reasons for being a nut job. To Shen that hardly justified what this guy was or what he did. Though he also knew he was right about somethings. He was killing what were people nearly everyday it seemed. He never tried to justify, just knowing he hated those things beyond everything else. They were monsters and they took everything from him. If hollows didn't exist in the first place he could have been a normal kid and his sister would be fine. If they didn't exist she wouldn't have turned into one and he wouldn't have had to... "They are monsters..." He said in a low voice. "Just like you" he added in, being sure to shoot Ezekiel a nasty look as he did so.
"There's no wanting to believe it, only believing it as fact. If death has to follow me for a century then so be it. I'm not going to stop killing things like you. They aren't people anymore. They need to be wiped out" the reiatsu that was flaring at his fist seemed to die down some even though it was still raging like fire. It would seem he was calming down a bit. Seem was an important word.
"Enough talking already" Out from his hand, his tendrils flared out again, this time several dozens in number. They shot out in all directions. Some of them flew straight at Ezekiel, Others took different routes, twisting around the poles of street lights, trees, mailboxes, whatever they could get around, cross over each other and effectively forming a web in the area that would hopefully stop Ezkiel if he made a move to dodge the tendrils that had been set for a direct hit, all of them grouping together to impale the man. Those that had not been included would double back, reaching out to entangle themselves in Ezekiel's limbs. Was it a sure fire way to trap the visored? Not at all. He was getting weaker by the minute. While his tendrils were strong, like steel, they too were growing weaker. With enough force they could have easily been broken. In face, Shen dropped down to one knee soon after, clearly forcing himself to stay up and see what he was able to do. He wasn't even confident he could move out of the way of a counter in any time for it the be worth the energy.
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Post by Ezekiel Hibana on Apr 26, 2013 17:06:12 GMT -5
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Ezekiel, resuming his anger, glared at shen. His sword in hand, made sure to be released from the scabbard, was held upside down. He was filled with rage that he had been mocked by a human. He was a monster, but he was not the only monster. The boy would never listen, he would never heed a word he would say. Soon, soon he will learn and it will be too late. He wants a monster? He will receive one. Ezekiel let go of his sentiment and used shunpo to shatter the tendrils coming straight for him, seemingly using more of his power than he was before. It was obvious the Twist of Fate was no longer playful or wise. His demonic side was being let loose, but he'd make sure not to kill the boy. No, it wouldn't be as impactful if the boy died.
Ezekiel removed the tendrils from view, noticing that Shen was having the same problem as before. He, too, could not use too many shunpo after the blast he took from Shen's tendrils. Swinging his sword upside down, he eventually stopped and took the time before the other tendrils would finish their long routes so he could pull out his trump card, his Shikai. "You don't know how corrupt the system is. I wasn't a monster back then, she just chose her lover over me. Of course she would. But a true monster is one who is so blatantly ignorant and full of racism to the point of hate and murderous impulses." he knew he was a monster, but how he saw it, so was Shen.
Who could be so racist? To classify visored as monsters, to think hollow are always evil. They had hollow powers, they were not hollows themselves. "Unlock, Neji Kokoro." his zanpakuto transformed into a pure black blade that has vine-like extensions mimicing shadow mist. The cross-guard forms a black star shape and the handle is rounded like a great-sword's. The blade is now 2.9 feet. Ezekiel, in his great momentum, attempts to slash Shen's non-wounded shoulder. Little does he know, the special eubacteria from the Infernium would enter the world and eat away at his flesh for a very brief moment if he succeeds. Hopefully he could set it up so the tendrils would fly at Shen and he would shunpo at the last second, though he probably couldn't avoid being cut by one. Using his Shikai, he refrained from its techniques to savor its use.
"Only monsters identify monsters. They come in all shapes and sizes, only seen by the eye of the beholder."
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Post by Shen Ruan on Apr 26, 2013 23:48:46 GMT -5
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A LL THE HURT * ALL THE HATE ❚ WORDS 644 ❚ TAGS Shen ❚ NOTES text text text text text text There was that Ezekiel he knew. that one that looked at him with all that hate in his eyes. Shen was even able to smirk because of it, knowing he had said all the right things to piss the man off. He didn't want a sympathetic, calm Ezekiel. That made him more human like and that was just a lie. Having an angry Ezekiel, even if he was a lot more dangerous that way, was something Shen preferred. Though it might not have been the best way to have the monster in a logical sense. He was enraged now, speedily slicing through his tendrils which Shen began to withdraw before they got cut too short for what would be Shen's last chance at another injury.
Shen moved back, falling back to the street, glaring at Ezekiel. Racist? It was hardly blind racism if racism at all. Ezekiel was proving it to him now acting like a beast just out to slaughter with that raging face of his. Of course Shen wasn't going to just sit there and take it, nor was he really planning on trying to justify himself any longer. He had said what he wanted and he hated repeating himself. So he did what Shen knew how to do best. Be Shen. "You mad bro?" he choked out, his throat becoming dry. He really wasn't going to be at this a lot longer. Still he smirked, looking just like the asshole he was. Not only was he looking so cocky he was just ignoring anything Ezekiel said to him now. He was over listening to the old fucker lecture him anymore.
There was a sudden change in Ezekiel's weapon and Shen cursed his luck of letting the man get so close. He leaned back, somehow supporting himself with he bad arm, causing more blood to flow from his shoulder but he had to deal with it for now. His other hand gave a fierce tug at his tendrils which came racing his way as Shen made another move, trying to roll enough to avoid the swing that was coming straight down at him. Much to his luck, a few of those tendril arrived in time, crossing the path of the blade and slowing it down enough to give Shen that escape time, even it he was able to feel the wind from the quick swipe go right past his arm.
He was on his hands and knees now, panting heavily as he looked back over his shoulder. His tendrils were all around him now but fading in some areas, clearly weaker. He wasn't going to get lucky like that again, especially with how his vision was blurring. He was breaking out in a cold sweat, his skin a lot paler than it should have been and his arms were trembling just trying to keep himself up. His distant looking eyes glared at Ezekiel who had backed off some. "Just go ahead and do it!" he urged him, wondering if that man really had the guts to do it. Of course there was Dante lying not too far away from him that gave him some indication, even if Ezekiel had gone so long without killing him already.
He couldn't do it anymore. His head dropped down as his arms gave out. He only managed to keep himself up of the ground completely with his elbows. though it wasn't going to do him much good if he was going to be dead in a few minutes with another swing from that sword. Shen did all he could, his tendrils whipping around him wildly, hoping to just be lucky and block anything or cut anything that might have come in the direction of their owner. Some of them faded out completely by now though and the others were clearly weak. Shen was a sitting duck.
STATS: HAN: 7 REI: 11 HAK: 6 SEI: 13 BUK: 6 HOH: 7 made by ayu of btn |
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Post by Ezekiel Hibana on Apr 27, 2013 15:53:03 GMT -5
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Ezekiel was a monster. He was a hollowfied monster, but that isn't what classified him as such. He was born a monster, raised a monster and trained to be a monster. He was more than that, he was a fucking devil. A demon risen to greater extents of evil and formed into what everyone will become...a devil. Shen was a demon, and so had been everyone in the soul society. They all had their evil moments, and not just once. Has he ever met a pure being? A pure shinigami? One that didn't believe in killing but still bore the title of Death God? What did the boy know, anyways. He was an idiot, to say the least. He was definitely an idiot, but Ezekiel was the devil and he was the demon. Devil's don't kill to satisfy, they cause pain in any form, never taking the last swing that ends it all.
As Shen collapsed, it seemed the tendrils faded away due to his loss of power. He was able to escape his attack, but not him. Shen called out to Ezekiel, taunting him to end it. Had he given up? After angering Ezekiel, Ezekiel had wanted nothing more in this world at that moment to end Shen Ruan. But he didn't. He wouldn't. No, not now. Taking slow steps towards the now-motionless Shen, he sunk his blade into the ground next to Shen's head. The blade summoned bacteria constantly, very slowly eating away at the ground and causing the blade to sink more constantly. Staring down at the boy, Ezekiel went into full-mount, grabbing Shen's throat. He made sure to squeeze it tightly without suffocating him.
"No. No I will not kill you. I will not give you that pleasure. You don't deserve death, not yet. You deserve to see what this world is like. What hollows and shinigami are like. Don't just hate them, hate everyone, for they are all monsters," Ezekiel leaned in further, his warm breath carrying the low and angry tone. His eyes darkened and he was obviously serious. This expression showed much more than just assumptions and conclusions, it was something so pure and true. This attitude showed that he was trying to speak the utter truth. He was not just simply letting his thoughts flow out, no. Just a statement, the finale closed by. "We are all...monsters." Ezekiel tightened his grip before letting go. He knew Shen couldn't resist him in his motionless state. Standing up, he began to walk away.
You don't need to bother.....I don't need to be-I don't need to be.I'll just keep slipping farther...but once I hold on-once I hold on...I'll never return again.... Ezekiel just took steps away after receiving his sword and sealing his Shikai. He was fierce, he was usually relentless. This mercy he gave Shen wasn't really mercy, it should be torture. But it symbolized something, it was something more than just pure anger. It was not blind, and it was definitely from the bottom of his black heart.
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Post by Shen Ruan on Apr 27, 2013 19:41:10 GMT -5
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A LL THE HURT * ALL THE HATE ❚ WORDS 672 ❚ TAGS Shen ❚ NOTES And then there was rape! >w>
Shen could hear the visored walking up to him once again and his shoulders stiffened. He was dead and he knew it. He closed his eyes tightly, gritting his teeth together as he waited for whatever pain was in store for him. Ezekiel wouldn't just give him a nice quick death. Honestly he didn't want that. He didn't want to die at all. He just doubted he much of a choice right now. He heard the man stop, able tot ell he was close. Then there was the swiping sound of a sword and Shen's heart skipped a few beats. However he felt it swipe right past his face then it was silent? What.
The fullbringer opened his eyes, looking to the side to see Ezekiel's sword standing on its own in the ground. And when he looked down he saw how it ate away at the pavement under them. It was a good thing that thing had never hit him from the beginning. Shen let out the breath he forgot he was holding, head falling forward. Ezekiel wasn't going to kill him. Shen didn't realize that didn't mean he was safe completely though. The next thing he knew his neck was being grabbed roughly and he let out a choke, surprised gasp. It hurt. It hurt but he found that the air from his quick breaths were still getting to his lungs, even if it took effort he just couldn't keep up for long.
He blinked a few times, his eyes finally adjusting to a point where he could see a bit more clearly. Ezekiel was right there, looking at him with not only anger but something Shen couldn't even think of a word for. Still though it made him listen as well as he could. Everything was getting hard to pay attention to. He did pick up on something in particular though. They were all monsters. Shen wanted to say something but even if he could have gotten the air to do so he knew he couldn't argue it. Yes he blamed hollows for everything that happened to him but he also knew he was the one that finished it off. He had accepted it some time back that he wasn't exactly justice or anything remotely good. His eyes softened and it was hard to tell if it was just because he couldn't stay awake any longer or if it was because he understood.
There was one last squeeze on his neck that actually cut off his air supply for a moment and Shen made a small groan of protest before he was released all together. Shen fell limply down to the ground, clearly about to lose all consciousness. His eyes looked up to Ezekiel who was walking away. He turned his head, following that person he hated until he forced himself to look away. He didn't know what was going on in his head at a time like this but something made him just given in. "I don't want to die..." he said in a small voice he wasn't even sure Ezekiel would be able to hear. Shen knew if he was left here like this, even if there were people nearby, he wouldn't make it too long.
He let go completely, his head falling and his eyes falling closed. All he could do was hope that Ezekiel would have heard him and understand it was Shen asking for some kind of help. Even if he just called somebody. Shen wouldn't have cared what he did. Even if that bastard just carried him himself again. He knew he couldn't do much of anything to stop him anymore. He lied there, waiting to hear anything but it was just so hard. He didn't know when it happened but in time he didn't hear anything nor feel anything. He had slipped out of it completely. It looked like he was dead had it not been for the tiny movements of his chest that came with his few breaths. He was done.
STATS: HAN: 7 REI: 11 HAK: 6 SEI: 13 BUK: 6 HOH: 7 made by ayu of btn |
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Post by Ezekiel Hibana on Apr 27, 2013 20:28:25 GMT -5
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Ezekiel, as he walked away, heard Shen's cries. Out of all the angering attitudes and words Shen had, he was still feeling the none-too-common feelings of regret and empathy. He turned and the boy was bleeding intensely, losing consciousness and on the verge of death. He took a moment, watching as the boy slowly faded away. He had dwindled in consciousness, slowly losing his grasp on life. This was Shen Ruan, crying out for help. It pierced Ezekiel's heart, it really struck him with empathy. The boy whom had been ignorant to all the lessons, had seemed to have listened to him. The boy probably finally understood Ezekiel, but he doubted it still. The boy finally got over himself and pleaded for help.
Was he going to die? No. Ezekiel couldn't let it happen. He took his zanpakuto and extended his arm out. In his solemn words, his deep tone, the area darkened in aura. " Bankai. Tsuisoto Bokyaku." Ezekiel's sword turned into a claymore-like weapon. It became a perfectly symmetrical longsword. The blade is black as well as the hilt, just like the sealed form. The blade has kanji symbols running down it in like fire-engraved letters saying "Infernium" on one side and "Gate and Key" on the other. The cross-guard is like a classic claymore's, faning towards the blade. The grip is like a pole of marble and the pommel is like a glimmering, brilliant sapphire. "Getofomu."
Walking to Shen, he held his sword upside-down and stabbed Shen, sending him into the Yosai within the Infernium. It was like a fortress, but it hid what the world really looked like. Due to being unconscious, he probably wouldn't know that he was in the infernium. Ezekiel rushed to the hospital, using Shunpo to quickly make his way to the building of death and life. First he ascended up into the sky, forming invisible platforms of reiryoku under him. Then, he used shunpo to skip over the buildings. It didn't take long, but he found his Gigai in a hiding spot before going to the hospital. " Mon no Ha." Ezekiel transmuted into shadows before being absorbed into his sword. Before activating Mon no Ha, he stabbed his sword into the ground. Once in the Infernium, he had an identical sword that he unlocked the gate inside the Yosai with. Picking up Shen Ruan, he carried him out and transported back into the World of the Living.
The sword of stone turned back into his regular Bankai sword. Sealing his zanpakuto, Ezekiel entered his Gigai and carried him to the hospital. Like a movie in slow motion, the doctors rushed Shen onto one of the hospital beds. Ezekiel eventually passed out for over-using his abilities. Using Shikai, Bankai, and high-end kido. The doctors put him in a bed next to Shen's.
[Shen, let's wake up together~♥]
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Post by Shen Ruan on Apr 27, 2013 21:27:22 GMT -5
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A LL THE HURT * ALL THE HATE ❚ WORDS 508 ❚ TAGS Shen ❚ NOTES Dawwwwwwwwwwww :3
There was a beeping sound. God it just kept going. It was fucking annoying. Shen opened his eyes slowly, a dull light above him blinding him. He groaned, turning his head to the side and closing his eyes back tightly. God his head hurt. He chanced opening his eyes again, seeing a few weird looking machines, one of them having a screen with some numbers and a zig zag line racing through it. That gave it away for him. He was in the hospital. He looked down, seeing a needle in his arm and taped there with god knew what kind of drugs being pumped into it. He shifted, wanting to look the other way. When he didn't his body just ached and he gave it up. So he just kept looking that way, spotting something else beyond all those machines hooked up to him. He squinted, his eyes still being total bitches and it took him some time to focus. Then he realized what it was he saw in the bed just a few feet away.
Shen couldn't help but grimace when he spotted Ezekiel there, looking like he was asleep or something. The fact that was a blanket over him as well as a lacking of a scorched arm Shen figured he was in his gagai and had probably used it to carry him in here. Oh god they probably thought they were friends or some shit. If Ezekiel looked really worried they probably thought even more than that. Fuck that he had a girlfriend! He didn't want to be sleeping in the same room so close to some other guy that carried him here all wounded himself. That was no better than some cheesy romance novel!
"Oi. Wake up you. Get out of here already" He said, his voice hoarse and not all that loud or demanding sounding as he meant it to be. That annoyed him a bit. He didn't even know if that was even enough to wake that guy up. If only he could walk over there and smack him awake. Unfortunately as he tried to move again he realized he just couldn't do it. He groaned a lot louder this time. He wouldn't admit it but it was more like a cry or yelp but there was no way he would cry. He was a bad ass. So he just lowered himself back into the bed that kept adjusting under him which was nothing but annoying. He looked up at the ceiling like he hadn't just let himself whine in pain. If Ezekiel had woken up he didn't want to let his image drop any. He wasn't going to admit that he had been beaten within an inch of his life. Especially not by that guy. Nor was he going to act like he remembered showing some softer side that gave that feel of understanding nor that he had done the Shen Ruan version of begging. That was just...to never be spoken of again and he'd deny it ever happened.
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Post by Ezekiel Hibana on Apr 27, 2013 21:51:36 GMT -5
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Ezekiel had been in a deep sleep, one that sent him even into his inner world. I am here...for what? I am here because I spared him? Ezekiel was in deep though before Neji Kokoro appeared before him. No....My child of hate, you are not here because I pulled you here for that. You are here because you showed him your bankai. You showed him the Infernium, our sacred world. It is a world for you and me to marvel at...not him. Ezekiel turned and looked up at Neji Kokoro, a motionless statue. Ah...It is for us to marvel at...I know. I have disappointed you mo-Neji Kokoro.... Ezekiel then left his Inner World at the words of Shen, resurfacing and gaining his consciousness. He looked at Shen with anger, but eased into a empathetic expression.
"Shen. I just have to ask, no matter how you may dislike someone or no matter how much of a monster they could be, could their words still be heeded or true?" he knew Shen would never admit directly to how he saved him, and Ezekiel only thought it symbolized Shen was not as thick-headed as he thought. He knew they would never be friends if they met like this. In fact, he doubted there would ever be a possibility. But what was the use of friends if they died so easily? They did not benefit him. He had no real purpose for friends. But when Shen told him to leave, he didn't. He didn't budge. Mostly because he wasn't allowed. "Also, they're keeping me over night. You might be here for much longer. I can't leave. I can't just walk out of my gigai and pick it up later, that stirs problems and I live in America. You can guess the rest." he personally just want to get his answers and leave, but he couldn't. He needed to be smart.
Ezekiel had not hidden his zanpakuto, but saw it placed next to his bed with a note next to it. Reaching over since he was not hooked up to any cords, he took the note. It had stated, "You...Are we related? ~PH" Ezekiel crumbled the note and looked with a solemn face. The Hibana family....lived on. He thought his family ended with him, he must have not known of any relatives. How could this be possible? He must have signaled a Consecro's attention with his bankai and his reiatsu. "Don't be alarmed....I have a relative. More like a descendant."
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