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Post by seraphim on Jul 3, 2013 12:56:58 GMT -5
Seraphim was walking back to his quarters alone as usual, carrying a bag full of old books he'd picked up during his last visit to the world of the living. It was one of his few obsessions, one he took pride in. He dreamed of building a great library here in los Noches that would eventually dwarf the Soul Society's source of information.
Of course this was an unlikely dream, but he had to dream of something. His Quarters was almost filled to the brim with books, and even started stacking them in the hallways around his room until he could secure more space to expand his collection. His obsession wierded out a lot of the arrancars, meaning he didn't get many visitors who didn't harrass him, steal his books, and even set fire to his collection. Of course those who did these things became mutilated on the spot, which help drive everyone away.
"If I could just ask Madam Zelena for a building, I wouldn't have trouble with keeping up with these books.", he muttered to himself as he kept walking the endless corridors. He was still around 5 minutes from his room, and could get there with a sonido or two, but he didn't feel like it.
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Post by Enzo Artorias on Jul 3, 2013 13:42:17 GMT -5
 Enzo Artorias - Walker of the Abyss__________________________________________________________
Artorias was walking through the halls calmy. The day was boring and dull, and not much was helping. There was no one to fight, maim, mutilate, kill, nothing to do, nothing to look at, nothing to toy with. It was just a day in which the sun would rise and set before anything would happen. It was a rare day, and Enzo had never been used to seeing them, although he was trying to enjoy the moments of peace. He began to pick up his pace, and walk with a sturdier stance, a more dangerous presence with much more respect to his posture. He was a knight after all.
Enzo was walking ahead when he could see a white haired man not to far, carrying something in a bag. Enzo pushed forward, getting close, and quickly moved his hand to grab something inside, and returned his hand with a book, though he was now walking at Seraphim’s pace, with the book open to a random page near the very end as his eyes scanned the words lightning quick before he suddenly spoke out, “Here there are no fathers, no brothers, no friends. Everyone lives and dies for himself alone.” He said aloud besides Seraphim. “Interesting read.” He said nodding his head, the book spun and was held out to Seraphim. “I do not truly understand the fascination behind such books. Still, as in my time nearly all was settle with sword and shield. Pen and paper was used for messages, only clerics wrote elaborate story tomes for their miracles.” Enzo spoke out. “Octava, how dost thou deal with this ceaseless silence? There is naught but vast emptiness, passion has been left out, there is safety, I seek adventure, danger, how canst thou take this?”
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Status: Untouched
Action:
Fatigue Level: 2%
Injuries: --
WordCount: Didn’t Count
Stats: Han: 9 Rei: 6 Hak: 18 Sei: 15 Buk: 18 Hoh: 17 |
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Post by seraphim on Jul 3, 2013 14:13:53 GMT -5
Seraph thought he was alone, until the 7th espada took one of his books from his bag reading it before reading a line from it and giving it back to him. Seraphim Immediately went on the defensive, not realizing who it was. When he did he looked down embarrassingly and took the book softly from his hands, slipping it into his bag.
He really didn't want to talk to this espada now, but how could he resist such a question. "I don't fully understand my obsession. I guess you're right, it is a life full of emptiness, but its the only life I know how to live. I try to understand the world around me, and even myself through these books. I guess everyone has their way.", he answered, running his fingers through his white hair. It was uncomfortable talking about it, but probably because he was used to being alone.
"If you don't mind me asking, what are you doing around this part of the building? Nobody comes down here.", he asked curiously looking up to the 7th espada. Nobody has been down here for awhile now, except for the occasional messenger.
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Post by Enzo Artorias on Jul 4, 2013 12:26:33 GMT -5
Enzo Artorias - Walker of the Abyss__________________________________________________________
Artorias listened to the espada and was looking down near the ground, pondering his words. He looked up slowly and nodded. “I suppose thou art correct. We all hath our methods. Mine must be just more knightly than thou’s, while thyself has taken a more scholarly approach.” He said, still nodding his head, trying to understand.
Once the question was asked Artorias was staring forward. “Well, it seems I have been caught.” He said with a slight chuckle, that came out muffled and rather scary from behind his gas mask. It was odd that most of the other things he said didn’t come out so muffled. “I was seeking adventure you see.” He explained. “Seeing how thou art so secluded, I sought thou out. Perhaps for a friendly game of chess. Or a battle, though I would believe thou hath little time for such games with the reading that must be done and caught up with.” He told the man before he looked for an alternative. “So perhaps a talk, from warrior to warrior, or scholar to warrior.” He said before he reached up and pulled back his hood. “Comrade to comrade”
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Status: Untouched
Action:
Fatigue Level: 2%
Injuries: --
WordCount: Didn’t Count
Stats: Han: 9 Rei: 6 Hak: 18 Sei: 15 Buk: 18 Hoh: 17 |
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Post by seraphim on Jul 6, 2013 23:23:40 GMT -5
"Hmmm. I'm not to fond of chess. I'm not much of a thinker to be honest. Instead I understand. However we could have a friendly spar. There is an exit near my quarters we could fight in. I'd rather not do it indoors.", Seraphim said as he neared his doorless rooms. He liked company, so he kept his room open to all. He EXPECTED nothing to be stolen, or there would be consequences.
"Just let me drop this bag off in my room and we can leave. Also, if you ever need something to read just come by. If i'm not there leave a note.", The Octava said as he ran into his room, dropping his bag onto a heap of unsorted books and ran out to meet his possible new friend. The masked knight didn't seem that different than himself, but of course he didn't know much more about him. "Shall we be off?" Seraphim asked excitedly and almost childlike. He couldn't wait to cross blades with his fellow Espada.
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Post by Enzo Artorias on Jul 13, 2013 1:35:48 GMT -5
Enzo Artorias - Walker of the Abyss__________________________________________________________
Artorias listened to the boy who claimed he didn’t enjoy chess as he wasn’t a thinker. However, he was caught off guard by the acceptance of the spar. He gave a slight nod, smiling through his gas mask. He followed the espada near his room, and peered through the open door, staring through and spotting the mass of books. That was rather impressive. Such devotion.
Enzo closed his eyes and waited a second, and waited until he hear the Octava, and he opened his eyes. “Yes, we shall be off.” He told him with a nod before he turned and began to head out.
After just a few they were outside, and Enzo had continued to walk, before he turned and faced Seraphim, walking backwards and keeping his eyes on the Octava.
“We can begin, whenever thou art ready.”
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Status: Untouched
Action: --
Fatigue Level: 2%
Injuries: --
WordCount: Didn’t Count
Stats: Han: 9 Rei: 6 Hak: 18 Sei: 15 Buk: 18 Hoh: 17 |
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Post by seraphim on Jul 15, 2013 10:59:26 GMT -5
It didnt take long to get outside. The "doorway" that led outside wasn't a door at all, but rather a hole blasted out by Seraph's bala while trying to get one of the hollows that raided his quarters not too long ago. Sadly they got away, but they wouldn't come back anytime soon. Darn servants didn't know respect....
The hole led to an open space, far from the other buildings, making it a perfect place for combat. Although Seraphim didn't plan on using Ressureccion, anything was a possibility. He slipped off his white, long sleeved button-up shirt and cast it aside. The shirt was for comfort, not combat and kinda restricted his movements. The black undershirt moved with his body, allowing him to wear it without damaging it with his own movements.
Seraphim drew his zanpakuto and examined it. It has been a long time since he battled anyone, let alone an ally. "Don't go easy on me. If i'm to remain among the Espada I must get stronger." Seraphim requested with a soft smile. Seeing as it was Seraphim's move, he performed a sonido to close the distance between the two, aiming a upward diagonal slash with his katana-like zanpakuto aimed at the knight's chest. The Octava Espada expected his superior to beat Seraphim in this bout.
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Stats for reference.
Han: 11
Rei:13
Hak:14
Sei:13
Buk:13
Hoh:12
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Post by Enzo Artorias on Jul 16, 2013 15:37:22 GMT -5
Enzo Artorias - Walker of the Abyss__________________________________________________________
Enzo was patient, letting the boy speak. After he had Enzo nodded, reaching down as his weapons spawned from darkness. Once they had he stood there, and gave a nod, before the boy charged with a sonido. After he had the swing was clear. It was upwards and on a diagonal path, from his left hip up. His left hand moved to the side to hit the blade a knock it aside with his superior strength, while his right foot lifted and shot forward, to plant his foot in the octava’s chest and knock him quite a ways back. After that kick, whether it landed or not, Enzo would disappear with his sonido, moving far quicker than Seraphim, most likely quicker than he could see, and he would appear behind the boy, with his right index finger nearly touching as his cero fired. It would do no physical damage, however if it hit it would cause immediate pain, and drain the arrancar’s energy. It was made harder to avoid because the quickest way to move was forward, and that would put him into a larger area of effect from the cero.
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Status: Untouched
Action:
Fatigue Level: 5%
Injuries:
WordCount: Didn’t Count
Stats: Han: 9 Rei: 6 Hak: 18 Sei: 15 Buk: 18 Hoh: 17 |
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Post by seraphim on Jul 19, 2013 8:32:25 GMT -5
It pained Seraph to see his own efforts knocked aside so...... easily despite his original prediction on how the bout would play out. The kick almost reached his chest, but Seraphim leaped backward to avoid it before springing forward again with another sword strike, but the Octava's blade would catch air.
Quickly Seraphim observed his surroundings. The other espada was not to his sides, nor was he above or farther ahead. There was only one place he could be, and that place was behind Seraphim. Instictively, he tried to sonido to his left, but was partially caught within the other Espada's cero, sending him spiralling forward. He felt pain from the hit, but not enough for Seraphiim to cry out. He also felt slightly fatigued, but it would take more than a glancing hit to stop him.
Seraphim reached out with his blade, stabbing its tip into the ground to stop him from spinning, while charging a bala with his free hand. Once he snapped to a stop, he released the bala toward his superior, mainly as a distraction as Seraphim performed a sonido to close the distance between the two once more, sending him a horizontal slash at his mid-section.
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Post by Enzo Artorias on Jul 27, 2013 23:16:55 GMT -5
Enzo Artorias - Walker of the Abyss__________________________________________________________
Enzo closed his eyes after the boy sonidoed away from him. However, this wasn’t mocking, as he was using his persquisa to carefully sense the boy’s movements. He felt the bala incoming, and felt the direction the boy had started to sonido in. As his eyes opened he threw his shield hard, and it collided with the bullets of bala, getting through most before it was halted by the last of them. After the throw his sword was swinging in a circle, from down to up.
As the octava appeared and was swinging, his blade would be caught in the arc, sending the horizontal swing up. Enzo leaned back slightly, as the blade passed inches from his face, with it’s not diagonal movement. When it was at the top, and the swords were locked against each other He smiled through his mask. He would be using just enough strength to keep from either sword moving, “You’re doing good Octava. I’m impressed.” He told him, and it was the truth. He was expecting strategy from the scholarly reader, but not such head on attacks. This was entertaining, and he loved it. “Keep it up, faster, harder.” He said as he would suddenly push against the octava, downwards to push him back before he pointed his fingers, bullets firing from them to pierce and rip through his body with easy. They were pure darkness. They were a little toned down, but there were only five, in a shotgun like spread heading for the boy. Easy to avoid, and Enzo wanted him to. He wanted to keep locking swords, keep swinging. He wouldn’t use all of his brute strength, but he would both show the boy his place and hopefully make him stronger.
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Status: Normal
Action:
Fatigue Level: 10%
Injuries:None
WordCount: --
Stats: Han: 9 Rei: 6 Hak: 18 Sei: 15 Buk: 18 Hoh: 17 |
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