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Post by Shen Ruan on Feb 17, 2013 23:40:59 GMT -5
SO WHAT IF THIS IS
REALLY OUR fate Watch me fade AWAY
"Aren't you going to at least apologize?!" a woman questioned clearly at the end of her nerves. she was bent over, crouched down on her knees picking up the shattered pieces of a flower pot that she had so recklessly left sitting right at the edge of a column that began her fence. Sifting through the scattered soil she glared up at the reason it had been knocked off the very platform in the middle of her watering the barely living plant.
"What? Why would I do that?" Shen arched his brow at her, looking utterly appalled at the idea. She shouldn't have left it that close to the edge. If it had been further back he wouldn't have even touched it when he was leaping from fence post to fence post (showing off for a few cute girls that had been eyeing him form across the street). And the thing was withering away. It didn't seem like this middle aged old woman cared that much for the stupid plant. It was better off having a showy death rather than just wilting away. He did the thing a favor by overshooting his step a little bit and hitting it. but this lady was just giving him a death glare he could barely pay attention to thanks to the eyebrows she must have never plucked before. He looked closer. Yup...rather eyebrow than eyebrows.
"I'll have you know this plant.." she began to talk again, and they were words he really wasn't even going to try and listen to. He leaned back, running his hand back through his bangs which fell fight back into his face. He gazed off over his shoulders, quite disappointed to see that the girls were still there, watching him even more. Girls really liked bad boys. Shen smiled over toward them and he could hear their embarrassed giggles. They were music to his ears. But they were being drowned out by that woman's raspy voice. Shen let out a sigh, looking back to the distressed woman who was still rambling about the loss if her poor beloved plant. "and that-"
"Oh come on, lady!" Shen sighed out, cutting her off mid-rant. He couldn't help but drop his head. He was really done with this. Out of his pocket he pulled out a pair of earbuds and sticking them in his ears. As he shoved one hand back into the pocket of his jacket to turn on his mp3 player which then blasted music so loud anyone ten feet down the side walk could hear it, his other hand was busy being a puppet, its mouth moving up and down mocking the woman. He continued to keep it talk as he turned on his heels, turning his arm so it faced the woman as he walked away. It wasn't until he was a good thirty feet away that he stopped, flicking his hand as if brushing off the now dumbstruck woman.
Had he been a bit more concerned about manners he might not have done such a thing. Hell he probably wouldn't be running across fences. But really he just didn't seem to care all that much. He had hurt a plant that was going to die anyway. He wasn't really hurting anyone so what did it matter? It would take quite something to make him think otherwise.
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Post by Ezekiel Hibana on Feb 19, 2013 23:27:30 GMT -5
Revenge comes forth from the day of reckoning...I am on the verge of wrecking things...Ladadee, I'm Mr. Ragnarok, Mr. Chaos, Mr. Man of Mysterious Happenings... flowing through Ezekiel's mind the words of a local band that he frequently watches when he sneaks into concerts outside of his gigai. Waltzing down the street, he could see a group of googly-eyed girls keeping watch on what seemed like a delinquent boy acting the ass while acting the ace.
Little fool. A few faceless girls isn't going to get him any where in life. Ezekiel just smirked without directly looking in the direction of the jester. The commotion this boy caused really showed how kind of a person he was. Changing course, he picked up the fragments of the pot and tried cleaning the mess. The lady looked at him with kind eyes, thanking him for the unexpected help. Nodding his head towards her, he began to follow the rude boy. With a smirk on his face, he expected to find a bit of trouble from the boy. Oh here comes Mr. Ragnarok, his hand in chaos, his hand in all the things that describe us... More lyrics ran through Ezekiel's head as he cooked up a plan for trouble.
" Hey. Isn't kind carelessly knocking over someone's valuables and then just simply being an ass." the smirk from before was replaced by the mask of serious anger. Blood shall taste his blade as he commits genocide for days...Ragnarok. His name forever echoes, forever stays Gideon falls, his destruction stalls, the genocide standing tall. Ragnarok begins to wake.
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Post by Shen Ruan on Feb 20, 2013 1:18:15 GMT -5
SO WHAT IF THIS IS
REALLY OUR fate Watch me fade AWAY
'♪ With smoking smoldering steam and tumultuous eyes ♪...."Hey"...♪ She makes her entry as a pinch hitter. ♪..."carelessly knocking"...]♪ Surely that must be the Panda Hero ♪..."then just"...♪ Farewell, day-before-yesterday ♪...ass....♪ here comes a killer line drive! ♪...' Wait...That hardly sounded right. Even over the blaring of his music Shen had picked up on the man's words. With a confused face, he stopped in his tracks, looking back over his shoulder. Behind him was a man that looked to be around his thirties, tall dark and handsome as his mother would have said. Right away Shen was able to sense the reiatsu of the man even as it was concealed within those puppet bodies those shinigami people sometimes wore because they were so desperate to fit in...or something like that. Though he did seem to have something a bit different than a shinigami. All and all there were enough familiar senses to group him as such. Despite the difference he sensed in their powers what Shen paid the most attention to was the way that guy was look at him. He was wearing a very clearly overly obvious pissed off look on his own features. What the hell was his problem?
Making a face of utter distaste that he really made no effort to hide, not like he had ever really respected anything spiritual anyway. Why start now? He was a born rebel meant to stand up to power after all. At least he told himself that every time he spray painted the principal's desk. One had to stand up to The Man every now and then right? So standing before this old man with a reiatsu that probably flared a good amount above his own was hardly going to make him bow down and cry out apologies. Instead he glared, arching his brown as he slowly reached up to remove the earbuds from their place nestled destroying his eardrums.
"Whats the matter with you, old man?" he grumbled, not even putting in the effort to fully turn around and face him, just twisting his body enough to show some acknowledgement. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, shifting on his heels as if to say "answer quick because I'm getting the hell out of here in about 25 seconds. He wasn't really the patient type. "That your broad or something? You shinis must have really ugly women if a woman like that falls into a hot category" He of course was very unaware of the fact that he had likely pushed a button he hadn't meant to. Sure he wanting to tick this guy off by insulting the woman of course, not so much by referring to him as the one thing he really, like really hated.
Finally he turned around the face the man, leaning back to push his chest out and make himself look taller and more prideful. "Why don't you go and make a citizen's arrest on litterers in the park, kay? Seems like a lot better use of your time then to be bugging random kids. Though maybe you're just into that kind of thing. Oh man that's totally sick" he chuckled to himself, unable to keep from bending over with laughter. He was still really annoyed but at least he was having a good time mocking this man. He had it coming. Shen hadn't even done anything and here this guy was giving him some nasty look after all. Who did he think he was?
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Post by Ezekiel Hibana on Feb 20, 2013 2:20:35 GMT -5
Right where I want him. He seems to think he has provoked me. Just a few more tugs on the strings of fate. Don't I have a strong hand of chaos in this situation? his false anger helped hide the fact he wanted to laugh at how he has played the child for a fool. He walked to the side a bit, looking away, swiping his eyes back to the youngling at the mention of being a shinigami. The fact that he hated the Gotei 13 allowed him to represent more real anger though the real anger had not been directed towards him. "An ass like you should apologize. You gotta respect women, whether they be fit to be a mother or a lover, doesn't matter. People like you remind me of the kind of people who I've built hate for." the words would surely provoke the child into defensive action.
He displayed a reasonable amount of violent intention to show that he wanted to make the child pay. At the last bit of his words, he did let out a slight chuckle. The child didn't understand the situation...he was a visored who knew more than him how vile the shinigami were and how easy it was to be hidden amongst them. "Now, I don't have any grey hair. If it was 200 mortals years, I'm sure I would be vegetated. Now again, I don't have any grey hairs. That means I am not the pedophile you assume me to be. Another immaturity which must be corrected. What's your game? Quincy? Fullbringer? I don't care to check."
His intention was mostly to satisfy his sadistic want for inflicting wounds on another. He did not intend to kill, but he did intend on teaching a lesson and in a way...benefiting from it. If it wasn't for his facade of rage, he would be smiling wickedly. He was ready to exist his Gigai upon the boy revealing his power and accepting that there will be a fight. If only he could hear his blade slip through the very collection of one's skin cells. His reiatsu was building as if he was ready to fight. I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad. I got sunshine, in a bag... Gorillaz started wickedly rehearsing inside his dome, his eyes intensifying as he kept his false stare of rage.
But it seemed a bit ridiculous, no matter how real it felt. It did fulfill the stereotype that Shinigami are beasts, and that is what he aimed for. In order to become something that could easily achieve his goal, needed to know that something such as how shinigami are. Always ignorant, arrogant, violent, the whole lot of bad habits for personalities. He was able to portray what he hated, just one of several tickets he needed to flip the Gotei upside-down. Plots this macro-sized needed time...and allies.
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Post by Shen Ruan on Feb 20, 2013 14:04:43 GMT -5
SO WHAT IF THIS IS
REALLY OUR fate Watch me fade AWAY
When Shen was finally able to stop his laughter, he straightened up, wiping his eye with his hand, a few tears of laughter having formed there. He really cracked himself up sometimes. Though when he regained his focus. he could see that the vizard had that same pissed off look on his face. Had he even moved a muscle? how uncute. "Honestly man you have to lighten up some" he shook his head in disappointment. Old people really did get grumpy sometimes.
As Ezekiel spoke again, Shen seemed to look away, pretending not to listen. He might not have had any trouble making fun of others but he really wasn't up to being insulted himself. He scratched the back of his head, kicking his foot lightly on the sidewalk. The was getting old really fast. Basically all he was hearing from this pedophile was that he was some kind of immature ass who this guy just happened to hate despite not knowing a single thing about him other than that he was a fine piece of ass for his old man hands. Everyone who laid eyes on him knew that little bit about him. Still though he had better things to do. He could go to the arcade and play some video games and get the praise of the place with his mad skills.
Shen looked back up to the man's face. He seemed intent on starting something. "Didn't you ever hear that picking on kids isn't good?" It seemed he was really only going to get out of this one way. And luckily enough those girls were still around. What was better to show off to chicks than to use your supernatural superpowers? He'd kick this guy's ass and be on his merry way, those girls cooing behind him and it would be wonderful. He might have been a cocky kid but he wasn't an idiot. This gut was strong, a lot stronger than himself. That didn't mean he was the best fighter though. Potential was always able to be wasted. He knew that all too well.
"Guess it can't be helped" he shrugged, bringing his hand out of his hair, brushing his fingertips across the earring in his left ear. The small ring of silver flashed for a moment. It would go unnoticed to anyone not paying much attention but it was clear that it activated something. "If you get too scared to be to proud to run away, kay old man?" Shen returned his hand to his pocket, not looking like he was really going to do anything. He took one step forward, that cocky smirk on his face again. He even snickered and closed his eyes fro a second. Was he asking for death? That man could swoop in and kill him like that.
Though that wasn't in shen's playbook. In the middle of his next step, He leapt up with his other foot, propelling himself up into the air and flipping as his did so. From his foot a flaming mass of reiatsu formed, sweeping along with his foot as it charged up in his showy move. Mid flip, Shen spun around, spinning a a kick that released that blast of reiatsu toward to vizard. It wasn't too charged up. He didn't know if gigai's affected the soul within. It was just a way to get him out of there. A very fancy way of getting him out of there. When Shen was on his feet again, he flicked his hand, a motion that would seem to have not done anything at first but in reality a group of this wires of reiatsu had been released from each of his fingers. He was ready for whenever this man pulled something.
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Post by Ezekiel Hibana on Feb 20, 2013 15:02:36 GMT -5
The trick was more successful than he thought. First off, the kid created assumptions about him based on the little act he started and then continued to waltz into the palm of his hand. This kid really was a fool. Secondly, the kid decided to attack first, running head-first into a mess he didn't even have the slightest bit of information on. When the kid wound up in the air, he suspected that he was coming down when his foot was positioned as such. He rolled out of the way but it wasn't enough due to the restraints his Gigai had, he had to exit it. The gigai was scorched and needed to be replaced due to the reckless attack. Still leaving his zanpakutou sheathed, he turned towards his foe and prepared his left hand.
"Let's start with something simple..." his attire wasn't much different from before, though this is apparent due to the fact he is no longer forced to wear the uniform of a shinigami. He let out a quick burst of reiatsu but quickly allowed it to surpress once more. He was simply messing around with the boy. " Bakudo Number 4: Hainewa [Crawling Rope]" although he had to play this kido spell with the hand of Eishohaki, a common skill amongst skilled users of kido, he still had confidence in binding the young one. A stactic-like formation of yellow reiryoku fired at the boy rapidly. The distance between the two was not much, hopefully close enough so that he may bind him.
The static rope split into multiple strands, spreading apart and attempting to wrap themselves around the fullbringer hastefully. If successful, the rope would wrap around his body in multiple strands, eventually connecting the strands and tightening greatly. Ezekiel's goal was to subdue the boy and maybe scar him on the should by scraping his blade or a simple hado spell like byakurai across his skin. It was optional, but he wanted to hear the agony of people such as him. Feel the pain of the titan, the pain of someone criticized, but you wouldn't understand by the looks of it. he hummed a tune, almost appearing sinister.
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Post by Shen Ruan on Feb 20, 2013 16:31:52 GMT -5
SO WHAT IF THIS IS
REALLY OUR fate Watch me fade AWAY
Shen was more than pleased to see that man try to evade his half effort attack. He might have escaped that gigai but he left it behind it it was scorched rather nicely. He wasn't going to be getting any from his lady friend back there until he could get a replacement. That was goo enough with shen for the moment. He hadn't expected much damage to be dealt to the vizard anyway. He really didn't understand gigais. He didn't have to. He had a slammin' physically bod already. He didn't have to be a poser.
There was something else to focus on for now though. "Simple? Oh yes do take it easy on me!" he pretended to beg, throwing his arms up. That was a bit of a mistake on his part though. The ropes shot our quickly from the Kido spell and soon they were wrapped around his easily targeted arms and his torso, keeping him in that uncomfortable position. He frowned, brow twitching. Sometimes having a smart mouth really did come back to bite him.
"So you're into ropes? Guess thats something interesting. I wouldn't be opposed to it if you were some hot chick" He really didn't know when to stop it seemed. "If you like being tied up then I have just the thing for you" Lucking his finger tips were still free of the binding rope that held him so tightly. A few more strands of strong solid reiatsu to join the others that were already starting to swirl above his head. He smirked, and looked over his head then back to Ezekiel. He was about to turn the guy's own trick against him Shen style.
With the slightest movement of his fingers that he was able to pull off, those tendrils shot toward Ezekiel finally making themselves known as light reflected off of the thin white strands. They aimed for his arms, except for one which was aiming for his neck, hoping for any easy kill but cutting into it with the wire-like strands. The others that were flying at his arms were set on wrapping around them and pulling Ezekiel in a position to mimic his own, hands up above his head as he held them there to be rendered useless in the tight grip of his tendrils. He tightened them enough that they would even be able to cut into flesh if even just a little bit.
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Post by Ezekiel Hibana on Feb 20, 2013 17:17:53 GMT -5
Ezekiel did actually start to become frustrated by the constant ignorance the boy was producing. He didn't understand the gravity of the situation, seeing as how there was an obvious difference between the two. Another factor the boy thought he could get away with was using his own kido against him. This forced him to move in a short burst of great speed, a shunpo, backwards so he could create distance in order to prepare a counter attack. "Yes. I'm keeping it simple. The girls, by the way, are going to think you're talking to yourself. Hado Number 1: Sho." the more effortless spells he used had been efficient enough to subdue and attack the boy.
The hado spell, though, was not meant to actually attack the boy, but more so cancel a counter with a counter. This did not work for the strand going for his neck, no. This required another evasive maneuver. After using the ever so cliche shunpo once more, he positioned himself not far from his foe's right. Using the remaining parts of Hainewa, he decided to use something much more advanced. ' I hate to do this to you, kid, and it will hurt. Carriage of Thunder, bridge of the spinning wheel. With light, divide this into six! Bakudo Number 61 Rikujokoro [Six Rods Prison of Light]" in one final spell, the remaining light from Hainewa wrapping around the boy now shining brightly. From the rope, which move more towards the bottom part of the boy's torso and compressed into a ring, six long plates of light formed, firing outwards and then stopping in place, launching themselves back towards the boy and slamming into his abdomen.
Laughing maniacally, his twisted smile protruded to go along with such an insane attitude. " Kid, you gotta learn when you're the underdog, the alpha makes it apparent. Another reason to hate Shinigami. Oh...And never taunt a sadist." chuckling and giggling like a lunatic, Ezekiel unsheathed his blade, raising it in the air and letting the sun shine on its beautiful steel. " Should I cut you? Should I burn you? I cannot decide..." he was enjoying himself, the adrenaline rush from the possible torture he could enact blocking out the fact he was starting to tire. After a spell like Rikujokoro, he did lose a bit of stamina, but he was able to go on still.
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Post by Shen Ruan on Feb 20, 2013 18:55:50 GMT -5
SO WHAT IF THIS IS
REALLY OUR fate Watch me fade AWAY
Okay so his little backfiring plan had been about as far from success as was possible in this universe. Not a single tendril had hit its target, all blocked or evaded like child's play. That was okay though. Shen could tell that this rope thing could hold him forever. All these little magic things shinigami had had their limits. Or so he figured. Videogames taught him things! Like that magical attacks took up some energy. A shinigami only had so much energy. He'd be free...eventually. He just had to not get himself killed til then. Yeah that seemed like a good plan. "Man you're practically the next Harry Potter aren't you? All these spells. Voldemort would be pretty scared of you huh?" He didn't know if the man paid any attention to the movie craze of teenagers, honestly he doubted it, but that wasn't the point. He was really just buying time.
"Hurt? the hell you talkin' about?" Then his plan got shifted by a big change. With the utter of another spell the ropes that had been binding him were loosened and they lowered from his arms, which instantly lowered themselves from their raised position. Was he being set free? Of course not! They shifted into flat platelets that didn't exactly look like they'd be all that fun to play with. So Shen made a move to get out of the way but it was too late. They came flying into his abdomen, piercing through his skin without really cutting him. Even still it felt as though they had. He shut up for once, letting out a choked gasp as his eyes widened. Clenching his teeth he forced himself not to scream, not allowing that kind of satisfaction. His current state was already pleasing that guy enough. He as laughing like some cheesy villain in an anime. They always had that ridiculous laugh that just said "oh look you are writhing in pain and I get off on that muahahahaha". This guy was a sicko.
And he had his mind set on shutting him up with a good blast if reiatsu from a strong punch but something was wrong. He couldn't move. Not a single muscle was cooperating it seemed. Lovely. So this little spell was a lot stronger than those ropes. They rendered his body pretty much useless. Well there was always another way to do things. He might not have been able to move but he didn't really need to. He still had a way to get out of this. From his hands even more of the wires from before sprouted from his skin, at least twenty from each. They all shot to his right, making the vizard their target. A few branched away, circling around some nearby posts before doubling back int the man's direction. They aimed to bind him their, using the posts as leverage against what strength might have been used against them. Meanwhile the others were twisting together as they raced forward, spiraling together and forming a drilling sharp point that was set on tearing into the vizard's chest, or really just whatever it could.
"Haven't you ever seen a movie old man?" he choked out through clenched teeth. "The underdog always comes out on top. Putting the Alpha in its place. Even weakened by the pain and the use of his own reiatsu which he was draining form himself, he was able to put on that cocky smirk, acting like he really stood a chance at being more than just a little amusing distraction to the man. "Its no wonder there's so many hollows. You guys can't get your jobs done playing around with kids'. he growled in a mocking way. "Thank you though. It means I can kill more of them" he had his own race that he held the deepest kind of hatred for. It was clear in his eyes as he spoke of them.
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Post by Ezekiel Hibana on Feb 20, 2013 21:24:20 GMT -5
The boy finally shut up. Was it possible to silence such an annoyane? What with the taunting of how Ezekiel was a pedophile and that he was sick and twisted. So much trash coming from his mouth, so much slander. It almost actually made him angry. Frustrated, yes, but he was definitely not angry. It was a miracle that the boy shut up. Rikujokoro actually made him shut up. Hainawa was such a good distraction.
Even though he made it so the boy was immobilized, the shithead still sent more tendrils at him. The tendrils came out in a bit of a higher population. Positioning his blade. He allowed the closer of the tendrils to approach him. Striking with haste, he swiped the tendrils out of place to open up a pocket of space he could escape through. The other tendrils seemed to be uninterrupted, though he had one shot to make his attack. His final, most disliked technique he used was a shunpo, moving forward at great speeds, untraceable by anyone tremendously slower perception-wise.
His twisted smile turned ill, a serious face forming. Within his flash step, he attempted to slash at the shoulder of his immobilized foe. If successful, the slash would cause a non-fatal wound which would still needed to be treated within most haste. He'd make sure the boy bled enough to satisfy him. But he didn't want to kill, he wanted to create a sort-of win-win situation. He would satisfy his sadistic side while teaching the boy one thing: Movies are fiction, the alpha remains as such. " I hope you know." Ezekiel began speaking, interrupting himself to summon his hyena-based mask over his face. The wicked grin it held permanently. It stretched back past his head like reishi spiked hair. Continuing to speak, he spoke with his echoed voice, ending his words with a chuckle. "I am visored. Not entirely evil. But I just thought you'd deserve a lesson. Not everything is black and white like the movies. Hell, I bet you Harry's an asshole. You learn today I am a bad guy, no?HeHeHe...
But who is it really? Am I supposed to be Gary Stu, all nice and "my goals are going to be accomplished". HeHeHe....I am the black sheep, little lost lamb. And what did I do for that to be branded? I was born. Welcome to the real world. Death. War. Greed. Lust. Gluttony. You know, the usual. My mother really learned that one. HeHeHe"[/color]. His chuckle was very similar to a hyena's, though it wasn't there for much longer. Before Zekonith could put his two cents in, he gripped the mask, the reishi-based structure cracking very precisely before he pulled it viciously, shattering it and tossing most of the fragments from his face. Brushing away the other fragments, he sheathed his sword. If he succeeded in his strike, he would dispel Rikujokoro and would start walking towards his scorched gigai.
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Post by Shen Ruan on Feb 21, 2013 0:22:02 GMT -5
SO WHAT IF THIS IS
REALLY OUR fate Watch me fade AWAY
Again. Again not even one strand managed to touch this guy. Him and his damn twinkle toes were way too good at running away. So he could deal the pain but not take? Jeez what kind of guy did he happen to stumble upon. Stupid old lady with her stupid plant. This was all her fault. He could have gone on his way with a group of chicks instead of getting trapped and pinned by some old man. Sure it sounded like a blast but honestly it really wasn't.
So as he was busy watching another attack fail, Ezekiel was busy shunpoing in his direction. Oh and what do ya know! He still couldn't move a muscle.This was fabulous. Shen grit his teeth, glaring at the male as he slashed his blade. He was halfway expecting it to be the last thing he ever saw though he only felt a deep pain in his shoulder. He hissed, and if he hadn't been completely rendered still he probably would have flinched. Well at least this spell was good for something. He couldn't put off too much agony. Shen looked to his shoulder from the corner of his eyes, noticing a deep cut there. Blood had already pretty much covered that area of his orange jacket, letting him know that while his arm wasn't just cut off he was still going to need to tend to that. Of course it wasn't a deadly blow though. He had nearly forgotten the weird things this guy was into. How sick..
Despite this pain, he knew that he wasn't going to get killed all that fast if he was going to get killed at all. So he turned his gaze again to Ezekiel who was talking again, talking to him like he was some kind of novice kid....though to be fair he probably looked that way right about now... But as Shen was opening his mouth to interrupt the man, he summoned up that mask and the boy just froze. His mouth was left hanging wide open and his eyes just staring. That was a hollow mask. That bastard was a hollow?! Shen suddenly felt rage swirling inside of him. He was being knocked around like a hacky sack by some hollow so hell bent on teaching him some lesson he didn't even care about. He wasn't even listening to this man anymore. He wanted him dead.
Finally he was released from those platelets that bound him and he suddenly felt a relief rush through his body. He collapsed down to one knee, a hand shooting up to grip his injured shoulder. "What...." he breathed out heavily. He was drained. He pulled his tendrils back to his finger tips, replenishing what reiatsu he could from them. He returned all but one to his body, using it to stitch up his cut for the time being, hissing through the pain as he did so. "What the hell? Visored?" he choked up a laugh, glaring up at the man with clear disgust as he walked away. "You're no different than those god damn beasts. Don't try and be all high and mighty by thinking you're anything else" He didn't care if his mouth might get him into trouble. He stopped caring about things when his hatred was raging so high. Hollows tended to do that. "You're really a disgusting old man..no...some disgusting old thing" Shakily he forced himself up onto his feet, refusing to stay down on his knees in front of Ezekiel any more than he had to. He'd rather just get cut down.
He was lost in his rage and even though he was alright hurt Shen decided he was going to try one last time. He released his shoulder, drawing that fist back before sending it forward with all the energy he could put into it, more than he probably should have. From his fist a blast of flaming reiatsu was propelled forward wit speed that rivaled the power thrown into it. Even for that man it might have been difficult to evade. It was amazing the power hatred could put into someone. Though the attack took its toll. Shen fell back to his knee, panting heavily. He had a large amount of reiatsu but he had wasted some in his prior attacks that proved useless and now he had poured most of what he had into an attack he could only pray would show that man he wasn't just some scum. He was pushing himself just to sit up at this point, vision blurring and his body feeling somewhat distant. Just great.
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Post by Ezekiel Hibana on Feb 21, 2013 12:49:06 GMT -5
Ignorance. The boy only saw the simplistic side of being visored, why did he hate someone who didn't understand the agony he himself has felt in the past? Of course he saw him as a monster, he was part hollow. The beasts only seen as evil creatures. Hell, there are probably a few black sheep there, a few outsiders that actually have compassion and care for humanity. Like a Native American who hunted, they knew they needed the food but never abused such a right to hunt animals. They cared for each animal and even held a ritual for the animal during the process of ending its life. This was that kind of moment, but Ezekiel had to choose whether to grasp it. Sensing the mustering of reiryoku behind him, he knew that he'd have to let the kid do something.
"You think I asked to be a visored? Don't look at it as just the stereotype. There will be a day where someone like me saves you. And when you strike me, just remember, I spared you. I held your life in my hands. Would a normal shinigami do the same? Someone who has seen the tru-," before being capable of finishing his sentence, the flaming projectile struck him on the shoulder, the ground exploding from the shockwave. As dust cleared, Ezekiel stood, panting heavily but not wounded. It was the kind of attack that didn't wound, but instead caused quite the fatigue and still caused agony. He could only smile, his expression shaking. " Now we're even. HeHeHe...Shit. You should go to the clinic as soon as possible. There's one final thing I have to say, and listen very close. No matter what one appears to be, no matter what you see, don't forget that there is a reason behind it. Intentional, unintentional, pressured decisions, perfectly willing decisions.
It must be something to account for. What if I didn't become a visored because I just wanted power? What if I didn't even willingly become one? You're judging me because I am simply part hollow. Now, I can understand the hollows whom do not have consciousness, They are beasts, but not by choice. I doubt you'll listen to me, but you'll remember this one day, when you grow up. You'll know I was right. You'll see, and when you do, I hope you're not with the Gotei 13." his smile went away, as he turned to walk away. He wasn't gone, the boy could still speak to him, but he did try to leave. He, too, was injured. How could someone be so ignorant? The boy would probably never understand what he's been through.
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Post by Shen Ruan on Feb 22, 2013 18:40:11 GMT -5
SO WHAT IF THIS IS
REALLY OUR fate Watch me fade AWAY
Finally! Finally he had hurt that bastard. Shen smirked proudly, snickering. Sure This guy was saying it was a way of letting them be even, but he could tell himself it was just his own power and the man was trying to just play off of it. He was a lot weaker thqn tha man but he still didn't think there was that much difference. Of course he was always one to have a big head. And he just had to be cocky with this guy. He wouldn't allow himself anything else. He was one of them.
"So what if you didn't choose it?" he rolled his eyes before his glare turned back to the man who was walking away "You must know what the hell those things are. You're shinigami I can tell! Why not just off yourself huh?" He felt his knees going weak and with a huff he let himself fall back onto his rear, relaxing forward as he gripped his shoulder again. He probably looked pretty pathetic right about now. He could feel a sweat forming above his brow and his breaths were becoming shallow. He could only guess at how pale he looked and his hand was trembling around his barely closed up wound. His green eye remained as fierce as they could though, glaring daggers at Ezekiel's back. At least for a good while they did. Finally he gave in, laying down on the side walk, fully expecting some one to stumble upon his eventually. $ight now he just didn't want to move. He was tired and not to mention ashamed with himself for proving to be an absolute weakling. He couldn't kill some hollow wannabe.
"Just get out of here" he grumbled, closing his eyes. He removed the hand from his shoulder, moving his arm to rest over his eyes. Maybe he could get some rest until some one came and took him to the clinic to get his arm taken care of. It was a busier street in the afternoon when all those boring adults got out of work.
He really didn't want that man around anymore. If he got the slightest bit of energy back he knew that he'd be shooting another blast at him and probably end up killing himself. It was wearing on his nerves jut being able to sense him. "Annoying Hollow...." As he laid there, muttering near silently to himself, he actually managed to think about what he was being told. He really didn't care what reason there was for any hollow. Any reason was just someone messing up somewhere. They were just walking mistakes that happened to feed on souls. What was worse than that? That didn't mean it was that man's fault. It was some one's though. He took it upon himself to clean up those mistakes just like the one he had caused.
Just to keep up that punk kid image he had probably been labeled as though, Shen kept grimacing, appearing to just being lying there and ignoring him. What did he care really? He'd gotten played with and now he was done. So he raised his hand, giving a big wave good bye with a much too sarcastic look to really look like he meant it.
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Post by Ezekiel Hibana on Feb 22, 2013 20:44:13 GMT -5
The immaturity the boy showed was one that could be excused, he was young and only hard times or age could teach him wisdom and truth. He wouldn't understand how it is, how it feels to have precious things ripped from one's hands. Not yet, anyways, and not any time soon. There's always artificial selection with fate, the possibilities evolving into something greater but with intended changes. The one thing the boy couldn't get past seemed to be the fact he was a shinigami AND part hollow.
Two negative factors compiled into one. There were more bad shinigami than one could count, the good ones still unable to use all the fingers a human has. Ezekiel watched the boy bleed, feeling that his sadistic nature was appeased and for that, the boy should be awarded. A free ride to the clinic, yes. There are two types of pain, one that makes you stronger and the other is just pure...suffering. This situation didn't need to lead to the latter. Turning around, smirking, Ezekiel made his way to the collapsed boy. " Try having your powers ripped from you and your chain broken. Kid, I tried fighting for what I believed in. The result, some bullshit I didn't even want back then. I see it as an animal to train. Dogs can become obedient little horses.
To keep on fighting, I have to carry this burden. See...Your type of pain won't be just suffering. No, it'll make you stronger. If you need something to hate, hate me. Hate me for existing. Hate me for taking out my sadistic nature on you. Hate me and use that. I am not a good person, but I'm not simplistically evil, nor true evil anyways. The word it comes quick to the front of the brain, and it is the one and only word...revenge." due to the boy's nature, he decided to left him up and throw him over his shoulder, cutting through the alley way so he could make it to the clinic faster. Ragnarok, fold into your shell, absorb what it is called hell, your Maha Yuga has reach its end, it's time for Brahma to tend to the wounds....Yes, he releases new life from its womb. Repairs the chaos into the light, brushes away clouds and ends all the strife...
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Post by Shen Ruan on Feb 22, 2013 23:40:52 GMT -5
SO WHAT IF THIS IS
REALLY OUR fate Watch me fade AWAY
Powers ripped away? What was he talking about? This guy had power. It was overwhelming even. Did he just like saying things that left him completely confused? He didn't know anything about this man so how was he to know what he might have gone through before he became a weird hollow shinigami hybrid thing? And how did this guy think he knew anything about him? He had suffered and hurt because of what he had done. Who was he to say that he needed even more pain? Or to judge what he had already gone through?
Though one thing was correct though. He hated. He hated everything to do with hollows. If he would accept anything Ezekiel was saying it was that he would hate him. It didn't matter to him. Hollows were hollows. And he would get every last bit of revenge on every single one of them. His unfortunate encounter with the intolerable man had at least shown him that he needed even more power than he had thought. He didn't know that hollows could have any other forms besides the wandering monster looking ones. Those were always easy to take care of. Now he was learning of an entirely new level he had to be raised up to.
He heard the foot steps stop. Maybe he had shunpoed away? Doubtful since he could still sense the guy. Then those steps came back his way. Great he really was getting himself killed. He growled and bit his lip, not bothering to open his eyes. He just let his hand fall back over his face, giving up completely. What could he have done anyway? If he were being honestly he could hardly move anymore. He was a wonderful target for a sadist like this man who would porbably draw it out just because he could. Wasn't it just he lucky day?
However he felt himself being pulled up from his nice comfy spot on the ground. "Hey! What the hell are you-!" he shouted, being cut off by a soft huff as he was tossed over Ezekiel's shoulder. He opened his eyes, looking down the man's back and to the ground. "Put me down!" he ordered, lifting his head to look back up to the visored, glaring madly. He didn't ask for any help! He didn't want it from this guy! He didn't exactly fight it though, hanging there limply as he was carried. He still had that tingling feeling in his limbs that made them hard to move and thrash around like he wanted to, even more so for his injured right arm. "I'm not going to say thank you for this" he growled, wanting to make that much clear.
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