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Post by Takeshima Kunou on Oct 9, 2013 14:31:34 GMT -5
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Takeshima was surprised that the girly-man was able to spin and begin to wrestle with him. He worked hard to jam the crystal in, though the swings were inconvenient. He managed to dip a few, twisting his head so one planted on the back of his head instead of his temple before he jumped back with a little bit of a headache. “Bitch.” He said, as he rose his bow and aimed before he stopped, spotting the crystal and jumping back more before he let it go off.
“You think I’m the one attracting them all!?” He shouted out as he fired in response to her now, suddenly looking up to Sorin and spotting him throwing a weapon at him. He lifted his bow and fired off three arrows that pegged the sword, each one slowing before the third stopped it and let it fall straight to the ground. “You know, I only bring in one or two to keep up with the spirits you let go hollow instead of purifying you piece of shit. You’re looking for the man with the red mask. If any of you actually gave a shit beyond me being a quincy-” He stopped, hearing the incantation and cursing. It was near completion. Takeshima closed his body slightly and began to pull back an arrow that suddenly clicked like glass on glass, waiting.
If the box was around him then he would fire and let his more overwhelming spiritual strength pierce through the box, and shatter it around himself, and would scoff, stating, “You’ll have to do better than that!”
Otherwise, he would watch with his arrow pulled back, waiting as the rain poured down and soaked into his hair and clothing.
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Status: Normal
Action:
Fatigue Level: 23%
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Wordcount: DC
Stats: Han: 7 Rei: 15 Hak: 8 Sei: 16 Buk: 16 Hoh: 16
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Post by Saito Nakai on Oct 10, 2013 16:33:06 GMT -5
“I don’t care who it is!” Nakai retorted, barely managing to stop the arrow from piercing him, by using his sword to redirect it. It cut into his side, but while the pain could be felt it was by no means crippling. He ignored it, as he was trained to – this sort of pain was the kind he was able to work through. He wasn’t lieutenant for nothing, after all. “You’re a nuisance, and you need to be terminated. And, believe it or not, we have other, more pressing matters to attend to. Ever heard of an Arrancar? The Espada? We’ve got battles to fight, child.”
Nakai finished the chant, allowing the box to form around Takeshima. It was purely a spur-of-the-moment thing, but given that it distracted the Quincy enough, Nakai saw an opportunity to exploit. He did not flinch in the slightest as the arrow shattered it, and the attack was easily dodged. Nakai adopted an unusually stoic expression, looking Takeshima dead in the eyes as he did so, hand at his side. He was trying to disguise the bleeding, but to anyone else, he seemed to just be assuming a pose. Immediately, he spoke, his tone matching his expression, but his shout was clear enough.
“I think I did what I needed to. NOW!”
At the last word, Nakai snapped his head around to look to Sorin. This was the perfect opportunity for him – Takeshima would be too busy mocking Nakai, and though the shout would alert him, Nakai would make a point of making an impromptu pincer movement with Sorin.
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Post by Sorin Vasile on Oct 13, 2013 17:36:29 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:300px; border-bottom: 4px double #000000; border-left: 4px double #000000;][atrb=Valign,bottom] WORDS: 558
TAGS: I'll probs leave next post
STATS: han: 19 rei: 19 hak: 15 sei: 20 buk: 15 hoh: 10
"Well, aren't you just the anticlimactic bunch. I was expecting something a bit more fancy." Sorin spoke to the both of them, who were far too serious for his liking. Why was he always stuck in things like this? He watched as his sword was pierced with arrows, which made him wonder how many the man could actually produce. His eyebrow twinges in annoyance at the two of them. When did things get so unbelievably boring? Perhaps it was always like this.
Sorin didn't want to stay any longer than he needed to. He knew when he wasn't needed. Even when the perfect opportunity for him to actually do something came up, he ignored it. All his efforts were in vain, so there was no true use in trying any more. Sorin looked around to locate his stuff, making sure it was all in the place they needed to be. Luckily they were, all except for his sword, but he didn't need that anymore. He'd simply get a new one.
Sorin nodded in the girl's direction "Seems like you have this prick under control" He slowly backed up to the ledge of the rooftop they were all standing on then raised his middle finger in the direction of the quincy man. This seemed like it was nothing more than a waste of his time. "This has been pointless." Sorin waved and hopped off the side of the building and landed on the ground, venturing off into the actual world and not bothering himself with these pointless affairs for any longer.
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on Oct 16, 2013 22:30:21 GMT -5
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Takeshima was waiting after he broke the box, staring at the womanly man as he called out, but the other man turned down the offer, and Takeshima vanished, since Saito wasn’t looking at him
It was less than a second when Takeshima was upon Saito, standing right in front of the man. His hand was parallel to his left shoulder, and it was quickly extended in a harsh “bitch slap” to add a quick dominance factor into this fight, and inflict some mild damage, which would hurt even more because of the rain that fell down, and push Saito back, staggering the femboy if it was successful, and it should have been considering Takeshima’s high speed and the quickness of his hand.
“You should make sure people are your allies before relying on them.” Takeshima said harshly. “Why don’t you run away as well. Now’s your chance. Fly, you fool, before you bite off more than you can do. You may be a woman, but I won’t hesitate to take out someone with similar intentions towards me.”
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Status: Normal
Action:
Fatigue Level: 24%
Injuries:
Wordcount: DC
Stats: Han: 7 Rei: 15 Hak: 8 Sei: 16 Buk: 16 Hoh: 16
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Post by Saito Nakai on Oct 28, 2013 20:16:07 GMT -5
Saito scowled in Sorin's direction - the man was next on his hit list, even if he wasn't actually a target. The man had abandoned his cause, seemingly without good reason, when there was a perfect opportunity to strike. It took all he had not to call out indignantly, a string of expletives following soon after. He managed to settle for just shooting him a glare that could have frozen the rain, though. He was quickly brought back to reality by the sharp slap to the side of his face, however, which smarted more than he cared to admit. So as not to show weakness, he did not bother to nurse the wound, but Takeshima had certainly grabbed the crossdresser's attention.
Saito managed to gather himself while Takeshima wasted time speaking, however, and simply held his Zanpkuto out before him, gripping its handle with both hands.
"I'll make sure to note that. But you, dearie, need to learn to show respect to your elders. You may be more powerful, but whatever happened to versatility? Grout Vokul, Viintaas Suleyk!"
This was it - Saito was upping his game. His Zanpakuto seemingly melted, and coated his hands, his Shikai now active. Needless to say, Saito would not be giving up without a fight - and now that his powers were unlocked, he was more than capable of posing a viable threat.
Saito brought his hand up, pointing to Takeshima. To anyone else, it would look like he was just about to make some hammy speech. This was, however, a ruse. Saito opened his mouth, as if to speak, but instead, hemade a 'gun' shape with his hand, and activated Pistol Packing. A single shot was fired - and, though it was weak, Saito highly doubted Takeshima was faster than a speeding bullet.
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on Oct 30, 2013 13:55:15 GMT -5
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As the shinigami moved back, he began to inhale and kept speaking. As Saito called out his weapons name Takeshima looked confused, “What language is that..” He whispered. He was looking to keep a short catalogue of Zanpakuto names of those he had met, but this had him at a loss. As the zanpakuto melted and went into his hand, Takeshima slowly pulled back one of his arrows and watched.
The femboy pointed and Takeshima slowly lifted his sideways bow, still in a defensive stance with it. When the mouth opened he expected words, but the second the hands changed shape his bow was up and he had fired his arrow, matching that bullet. They met and each disappeared into each other, canceling themselves.
“You think you’re tricky, huh? Wanna match the quincy in ranged combat? You’ll fall short!” Takeshima shouted as he let his arm flash back, moving quickly enough to disappear as he began firing out a wave of fifteen arrows in a horizontal line, chest level, set so that any lateral movement would be struck by a few arrows. But what Takeshima wanted was the Shinigami to jump as he pulled back a crystal arrow. If the shinigami did jump, he would fire the arrow, so that at the peak of the jump, the arrow would pierce the shinigami’s right knee, seriously impairing movement speed.
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Fatigue Level: 28%
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Wordcount: DC
Stats: Han: 7 Rei: 15 Hak: 8 Sei: 16 Buk: 16 Hoh: 16
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Post by Saito Nakai on Oct 30, 2013 19:41:25 GMT -5
"You think I can't beat a Quincy in a shootout? I LIVE for this kind of thing!"
Saito, though he managed to keep a ladylike voice, did not keep his cool. His aggressive, more sadistic side came to light, and now that he was finally in his comfort zone, things were about to get a whole lot more interesting. He was already firing one shot per second at Takeshima when the Quincy fired his arrows - a few of them got cancelled out, and the rest were easily skipped over. The arrow that had been aimed for his lower half, however, was now headed for somewhere a lot more vital.
In his desperation, Saito used Needle Storm against the arrow. But, though he was powerful, the techniques not. The projectile was weakened to the point of being unable to pierce skin, but it was still moving fast, and it could still hit hard. It struck Saito, directly in the palm, and his cry of pain showed that the arrow had certainly found a mark. Not the one it was looking for, but better than nothing. Saito's hand would likely be out of commission, not for the remainder of the battle, but the pain in it made it hard to use. It would likely fade within a minute, but a minute was all it could take.
Still grinning, however, he fired off multiple shots at Takeshima, attempting to move in a circle-esque fashion around him. Saito's movements were erratic, and unpredictable - spread shots would be best, but who was to say that he didn't have a plan for those already?
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on Nov 7, 2013 21:08:41 GMT -5
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When the cry of pain rung out, Takeshima smirked. “You think you live for this…” Takeshima asked as his bow unhooked from his glove. When the boy began to move again, Takeshima could sense every bullet, and they fired with such time apart he wasn’t even overwhelmed. He swung at them with his bow.
“You! Pathetic! Little! Shini! Gami!” He shouted as he swung left and right, not directly hitting the bullets, swinging to bat them to his left and right with the skill he had at controlling his weapon. This girl would learn her lesson soon! Takeshima was feeling antsy, the flow of battle was getting into him and he was beginning to understand Saito’s pattern. Sure it seemed like none, but spying on the little ribbon moving with Saito, he knew the Shinigami’s speed and how he was going to move. “Now” He shouted in thought as he disappeared on his hirenkyaku.
He moved so quick that Saito would still be looking at where he was, most likely having just fired off another shot. Takeshima would be in the direction Saito was heading,his body sideways as he fired three arrows at Saito. Dodging was nearly impossible with the arrows speed and Saito’s movement. They would most likely strike him around his hips. Right after that Takeshima would be moving after the most likely staggered boy, holding something in his hand “A silver rod strikes the five-fingered stone bed”, Takeshima said as he chased after. He was wary of return attacks, and would deal with them as they came before he knew he was within range, and would throw his Ginto tube while shouting, “Gritz!”
What would form would be a huge coffin like object, enveloping Saito, encasing him in stone with little area to move around. Hopefully for the boy, he managed to dodge, or else this would be over after Takeshima’s next move.
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Fatigue Level:32%
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Wordcount: DC
Stats: Han: 7 Rei: 15 Hak: 8 Sei: 16 Buk: 16 Hoh: 16
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Post by Saito Nakai on Nov 9, 2013 18:48:30 GMT -5
Takeshima was far too quick for Saito to properly evade, but that was not to say he was at all sluggish. Quite the contrary - he actually managed to soften the blow, if not block it or dodge it properly. In a manner most graceful - as graceful as he could be while in such a battle - he threw himself to the ground, in such a way that two arrows left deep cuts on both of his thighs, but eh third pierced his shoulder. It was only his left, though - his main arm was his right. His left arm was still functional, but it hurt to move it, even more so above his shoulder.
Saito struggled to get up, but the adrenaline rush he was feeling was enough to override the pain. He was blleding, but eh didn't care - he could deal with that later. He was lost in the moment. This man - someone who could finally give him a challenge - was pushing him to his absolute limit. he could use his Bankai, but he wasn't going to do it. Not just yet. He had to time it just right, so that he could catch the man by surprise, and hopefully lay a blow on him that actually achieved something, other than superficial injuries. Saito wasn't looking too good, so that would satisfy him greatly.
Quite astonishingly, Saito actually managed to evade, by pulling the same trick as he had done before - using his Kido to boost himself off of the ground, with minimal damage inflicted on himself. While Takeshima was chanting, he chanted as well - while facing away from him.
"Hado, number fifty-eight! Tenran!"
Saito boosted himself, turning around in the air, while he hurtled towards Takeshima. The technique was rather odd, and given his current state, further potential damage was something Takeshima would likely expect Saito to try and avoid, not inflict on himself. He hoped to use the absurdity of his attack to his advantage, as well as its speed - by having his fist fly straight into the Quincy.
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on Nov 25, 2013 15:43:57 GMT -5
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The sudden chanting had caught Takeshima’s attention, and he lost focus in his own chanting. He dropped the ginto tube and stopped, looking ahead and focusing. The kid was going to do something. Takeshima himself was preparing. “Show me something good!” Takeshima shouted as he prepared himself. His body gained a slightly blue tint as his defensive blut activated, and he waited as suddenly the femboy began to charge out at him. Takeshima crossed his arms, waiting. His crossed arms blocked his mouth, and so the grin couldn’t be seen behind it. As Saito drove ahead a crystal shield appeared between them, and the strength of it would hold up against the power that hit it. It also might damage the femboy’s hand a bit as it didn’t move an inch.
“Boom..” Takeshima whispered. That was all the warning there was, only a few moments after the connection of Saito’s fist to the shield, the shield exploded in a large force wave and a hail of crystals. Shima’s arms lifted to protect his face as he himself was pelted by crystals, left with tiny marks as they attempted, but failed to make it through his blut. He was thrown pretty far back away, and the smoke that was kicked up by it, as well as the mist from the rain, obscured his vision and made it impossible for him to see the Shinigami, but inside he knew. “Tell me it’s over now Shinigami. I don’t want to kill you! Tell me you’re done and go home!”
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Status: Getting winded
Action:
Fatigue Level:43%
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Wordcount: DC
Stats: Han: 7 Rei: 15 Hak: 8 Sei: 16 Buk: 16 Hoh: 16
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