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Post by Zeek Hoshigawa on Sept 16, 2013 17:02:30 GMT -5
There was an uneasy breeze brushing over the soft, crystallized sands of Hueco Mundo. Zeek stood their for a moment, his softly colored eyes watching over the sands, the moon, and the sky. He didn't mind Hueco Mundo, in fact to be completely honest, he loved it. He liked the quiet that Hueco Mundo had to offer, what it had when the time in this place stood still. There wasn't anything, and yet, there was everything. Even with the silence, the calm, and the soft breeze, Zeek wanted more for today. He wanted something more...lively. That wasn't going to be found here, but he knew just where he could find it. But, not in this battle ready armor.
Zeek took his hands and quickly unbuckled each fashioned piece to his armor. The gray metal plates falling to the soft sand and making mini-dunes. His hands cuffed each piece as he started to fling them into their normal resting place beside the black rock with the white top. A wild grin spread across his features, his canines baring and his grey eyes watching his next destination. He would get there in but a moment, and with the sound of static echoing through the sands, Zeek was gone. He had his second outfit hidden behind a white rock with a black smudge on top. He was already feeling his mood change; typically cold and calculating in the deserts of Hueco Mundo, he was kind, fun, and wild in the living realm. He felt it was his place to be for the night.
Taking the blue pants, and white top, Zeek slithered through each hold like he had made a dance out of it. He tied the shoelaces to his nice pair of dress shoes, and the finished it off with the blue blazer. Straightening out everything, and brushing the sand from his top, he was ready. Waving his hand, Zeek opened a portal, the Garganta. This opening would allow him to travel, His foot moved and he was off through the dark portal to the next realm. The darkness of a Garganta was always nice, calming, and allowed one to think before reaching their destination. In this case, Zeek wanted nothing more than to just arrive, and have some fun in the park.
As he exited the Garganta, his eyes opened as it adjusted to the light that the park displayed. He had made it during the day... "Wonderful" The words left his lips as he spoke to himself, his head moving from left to right and back again. Simply gorgeous. Zeek decided to move calmly, hands in his pocket with a wide smile on his face. He watched as children played, people flirted, and friends competed. Could some of them see him? Perhaps. Did he mind? Not at all. Zeek leaped from his standing position to the branches above. His eyes closed as he kept his pesquisa active; He didn't need any unwanted attention in the park today, and avoiding it would be most appropriate.
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Post by Katsuo Kagayaki on Sept 17, 2013 20:58:10 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:500; ,bTable][atrb=Valign, top] SEE THE LIGHTNING IN YOUR EYES, SEE 'EM RUNNING FOR THEIR LIVES [atrb=align, center] | [atrb=Valign, top] It was one of those days. There was nothing to do, and that was actually a surprise, for once. As he got stronger and stronger, Katsuo was expected to take on more responsibility within Consecro. It seemed like he was almost always being sent after Hollows and the like. But he considered that a good thing. He needed distractions now more than ever. After his encounter with Ezekiel and the situation with Tsubaki, he was starting to see that life wasn't something he could just coast through. He had to make an honest effort or things would always be stagnant like this; he would never make anything of himself, and he would always get walked on. But of course, that didn't mean he couldn't take a breather now and then.
So now, here the Proxy was, at the park. He didn't know why he had decided to come here of all places; he just felt like it. At least it was nice and sunny out. Katsuo was walking when suddenly, he could feel something Hollow-like nearby. Whoa... He turned, scanning the skies. It was actually kind of familiar. It was Hollow, that was for sure. But it was different. It was like Tsubaki and the purple-haired man. An Arrancar? After while, Katsuo spotted a silver-haired man jumping into a tree. Well at least he wasn't attacking anyone. Maybe this Arrancar was nice like... No, Katsuo shook his head. He was about to wonder if this silver-haired Arrancar was nice like Tsubaki. But she/he had tried to trick him. Why did he keep forgetting that?
Meh. Katsuo wasn't going to start hunting down Arrancars just because of that one incident. He doubted he could even fight many of them at his current level. That Enzo guy had totally owned him before. In fact, the Proxy was surprised to be alive after that encounter.
Katsuo walked over to the tree that the Arrancar was in, looking lax. He didn't want to come across as aggressive and start a fight. "Hey. Why're you hiding up there? I doubt anyone can see you. Well, except for me of course," he said in a light tone, looking up the tree curiously. He just hoped that he wasn't being annoying. He was just bored. There wasn't really much else to do at the park. Hopefully, no one saw the Proxy talking to a tree.
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Post by Zeek Hoshigawa on Sept 27, 2013 23:52:33 GMT -5
There were words floating in the air, calmly sprinkling along the wind and being picked up. He didn't like this; today was his special day. A day that would allow him to relax and just, get away from all the noise and dangerous flesh eating monsters that roamed inside the hollow, dark forests of hueco mundo. He wanted to sleep, he wanted to relax, but someone just ruined that chance. And oh how he was going to ruin their day all the same. Zeek turned his head, looking down at the noise producing creature, his silver eyes locking onto his targets. He had some power, but it wasn't enough to register. Perhaps that's how he escaped Zeeks Radar like ability.
Letting out a long sigh, and turning his body to fall off of the branch, he landed in front of the young human. He grinned, standing straight up, towering over the young man by a whole four inches. This was going to be too easy, perhaps the boy would run off before Zeek actually had to do any fighting. But he was already up, where would the fun be if he ran off? Zeek placed both hands on his hips, his voice booming. He wanted to sound as menacing as possible. "What do you want, boy? You better have a good reason for disturbing me. I was really enjoying my sleep." Zeek moved both of his hands, placing them behind his back, grasping the ends to each of his daggers.
During this time(the time the boy would formulate a response), Zeek would assess his small opponent. He wasn't sure why he approached Zeek, of all things. He was sure he could feel his power, even if he were suppressing it. Did this boy even know who Zeek was? Did he know what Arrancar were? These were all question the older man asked himself. Zeek squinted his eyes before arching a brow. Perhaps this boy could be more useful to him than he had first thought. Time would only tell though.
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Post by Katsuo Kagayaki on Sept 30, 2013 23:31:59 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:500; ,bTable][atrb=Valign, top] SEE THE LIGHTNING IN YOUR EYES, SEE 'EM RUNNING FOR THEIR LIVES [atrb=align, center] | [atrb=Valign, top] Katsuo jumped a little when the Arrancar fell out of the tree and landed right in front of him. "Are you all--" The Proxy had been about to ask the man if he was all right, but only ended up staring for a moment as the Arrancar stood up so abruptly, even smiling. So maybe he was okay. Katsuo couldn't say he liked the look he was getting from this guy, though. He liked the man's tone even less.
"N-nothing really..." the Proxy stuttered a little as he spoke, looking down for a moment, as if he was sad. Now he didn't even know why he had approached this guy. It wasn't like he knew him. Maybe somewhere deep down, he wanted to prove to himself that not all Arrancars were evil. No. That was too cliché. Of course, it was a sense of duty. Katsuo was in Consecro; he was obligated to check out any suspicious persons. If he let an Arrancar run lose in the town, it could become a danger to everyone. That's right...
Katsuo looked back up, seemingly unfazed by the fact that this man was taller than him by quite a bit. His earlier lax expression was gone, replaced by a more uncaring, disinterested visage. It was uncharacteristic of the Proxy to wear such a mask, but it had made itself known after everything that had happened in the past months. There were some times when Katsuo just couldn't care. Another asshole... and he wants to fight, I just know it. His Reiatsu is higher than mine. Am I going to get my ass kicked by another one of them? He couldn't help but feel bitter. Arrancars had done nothing but trick and stomp on him. Even though he was just about the only person who would accept them. In all honestly, he was starting to hate them. Maybe they looked like people, but they were no better than Hollows. The heightened intelligence only made them worse.
"You must fall asleep easily," Katsuo mused, his voice sounding just as bored and unfeeling as he looked. He had approached the Arrancar just after he had landed in the tree. The Proxy didn't understand how he could have been asleep, but maybe Arrancars were different that way. He didn't really care at this point. What he did notice was that the man was reaching behind his back to what Katsuo could only assume was to grab the hilts of his weapons. The Proxy reached up behind his back to grab the sleeved Katana there. "You might wanna be careful; there are a lot of people here," Katsuo warned, ready to pull Aokishi free of its sleeve on a moment's notice. Maybe this guy was stronger than him, or maybe he wasn't; because Reiatsu wasn't everything. Either way, the Proxy wasn't about to back down. This wasn't just about duty. He wouldn't let the Arrancar think that he was intimidated.
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Post by Zeek Hoshigawa on Oct 5, 2013 18:59:25 GMT -5
Zeek could hear the hesitation in his voice. The fear that resided within his aura. He could feel it, but that didn't mean Zeek cared. This little brat disturbed his rest. He just wanted a break after all that had been happening within Hueco Mundo. But no, this little child brought himself into a world he didn't want any part of. That of course wouldn't become apparent until it was already too late; he wouldn't come to regret it until he was already on the floor with a large blade shoved through the center of his chest. And then, when it was all said and done, Zeek would tear that unnecessary chain through his chest and he would soon realize just WHAT he had gotten himself into.
That, however, would have to wait. First thing was first, he needed to show this boy just what he had done. At least he seemed willing to defend himself; that was a good sign, strength of heart was necessary to bear the true hatred that was a hollows life. Oh, this was going to be good. Zeek hands finally grasped the ends of his daggers, pulling them both from either side of his person, and with a quick jolt of his hand snapped them both into place. A ready combat position. Oh, the humans might see hm? "well then. They'll at least have a show..." With a sinister grin spreading across his features, Zeke cracked through the air with a resounding sonido. Appearing on the other side of the boy. During that movement, whether the boy saw him and could react, or not, Zeek attempted to slash his arm open, right along the shoulder blade.
He turned, pointing the blade toward him. A cero was starting to charge, gathering energy until it met it's singularity, and it's peak. A second later it fired off toward the young man. Zeek was trying to kill him, no, not yet. He wanted him to suffer, to feel the absolute feeling and weight of despair before he'd kill him. He wanted to see if this boy was worth bringing over.
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Post by Katsuo Kagayaki on Oct 7, 2013 22:26:08 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:500; ,bTable][atrb=Valign, top] SEE THE LIGHTNING IN YOUR EYES, SEE 'EM RUNNING FOR THEIR LIVES [atrb=align, center] | [atrb=Valign, top] Katsuo narrowed his eyes and quickly yanked Aokishi free of its sleeve after he saw the Arrancar unsheathe its blades. He only stared intently at his enemy as he spoke, letting the blue cloth drop to the ground. For him, talking time was over. Katsuo was a lot stronger than he used to be and this Arrancar's Reiatsu wasn't terribly strong. He was going to kick this guy's ass!
The Proxy was surprised, to say the least, when the Arrancar disappeared. But he had seen this before. The other Arrancar he had fought before had disappeared just like that. Katsuo knew of it, but that didn't mean he was fast enough to do much of anything about it. He flinched, but didn't cry out as he felt something tear along his shoulder. He had a high tolerance for pain, and that wasn't all. Katsuo was not going to give the Arrancar the satisfaction. He had been stabbed, shot, and even burned somehow. Nothing this guy could do to him was going to faze the Proxy. Nothing!
When Katsuo turned towards his opponent, its blade was glowing. He didn't quite know what that meant but he knew it couldn't be good. While simultaneously trying to move to the side, Katsuo unsheathed his Sigil, immediately activating Shamen Gādo. The brilliant blue flames that had erupted from his form that second became real, as opposed to a harmless aesthetic aura. By the time the blast of energy was fired, Katsuo was completely covered in these blue flames. Luckily, he had also managed to move enough so that it wouldn't hit him directly. The blast of energy grazed his right shoulder instead. Thinking that his flames would completely absorb the damage, Katsuo lunged forward, wildly swinging his blade towards the Arrancar's torso in a horizontal arc.
Only afterwards did the Proxy notice that the beam had actually gotten past his Absolution Guard. His right sleeve was torn away, revealing slight burns. It wasn't too bad, but the fact still remained that Katsuo's flames had been beaten. If he wanted to win, he was going to have to go in close. Close combat against two blades while only wielding one... it wasn't going to be easy.
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Post by Zeek Hoshigawa on Oct 9, 2013 18:38:02 GMT -5
Zeek was happy; this young man was tough. He didn't even flinch as the blade entered and promptly exited his arm. This young man had tolerance perhaps equivalent to his own but that part didn't matter. This young man had a sword, and he was willing to fight! That's all that mattered now. To win, and survive, or lose and be killed by the arrancar. That was this young mans two options, and if he wanted to succeed in the former, reacting faster than before was going to be necessary. Zeek arched a brow as the young man dipped to the side, releasing some sort of power; what was he up to? Were those...flames?
The cero fired up, the beam had made contact with the young man, but it didn't seem to cut off his arm. He wondered, was his cero lacking? No, impossible. He had one of the best Ceros around, even among some of the Espada. No this young man's flames had to have been something else. Were they part of his own power? Zeek wanted to see the full extent of his powers, but how? He didn't seem to want to talk, and if Zeek went all out, and released his true power then the young man may die too early. It was quite the predicament. Yet, the man himself had seemingly introduced his own solution to this problem. Perhaps remove the weapon, and he'd be forced to use more and his powers, and less of his weapon.
Sliding his foot from one side to the other, he faced the man entirely, bringing both blades in useable formation. He moved his arms, and subsequently, his hands in such a way that he was able to block the fury of attacks. His body shifting from position to position and twirling his daggers around just enough to simply push the blade away. He needed the proper strike to come his way. Waiting, waiting. There! He blocked the strike, holding in place before shifting his dagger enough so the blade was grinding against his, then, bringing his second dagger down, blade facing the broad end of the sword, Zeek had two intentions. Knocking the blade out of his hand, or completely cutting the blade into three pieces making it absolutely unusable.
He didn't care one way or another how it worked itself out, shifting his body slightly, he used his high speed movement, and stepped back roughly fifteen feet from the young man, bringing both fists up, and snapping two quick balas his way. This was becoming too fun. And hopefully the young man had plenty of powers that he could come up with to entertain Zeek for long enough.
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Post by Katsuo Kagayaki on Oct 11, 2013 0:35:05 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:500; ,bTable][atrb=Valign, top] SEE THE LIGHTNING IN YOUR EYES, SEE 'EM RUNNING FOR THEIR LIVES [atrb=align, center] | [atrb=Valign, top] To Katsuo's dismay, the Arrancar was able to block all of his strikes with ease. And before he could pull away, the blade of Aokishi was caught between the other male's blades and torn away from Katsuo's grip. Shit! As the Arrancar disappeared again, Katsuo scrambled after the katana that had since clattered to the ground. He couldn't do much against his opponent without it. It seemed like only a split second had passed; Katsuo had his hand on the hilt of his Sigil, when he saw something shine out of the corner of his eye. He only had time to turn halfway towards the source when something hit his left side and sent him back down to the ground.
He didn't get up right away, only lying on his side and staring at Aokishi. Katsuo could swear he felt something crack with that last hit. The fight had only just started, and he was losing badly. What the hell! How is he so strong?! Frustrated rather than fearful, the Proxy got to his feet after a moment, gathering Reiryoku in his free hand, though it wouldn't be noticeable because he was already covered in blue flames.
Ready to unleash a literal ball of fury on the Arrancar the moment it came close enough, Katsuo turned to face his opponent, noticing he was farther off now. Blood was starting to drip to the ground from his right arm and it hurt to breathe, but he wasn't showing any of it. He only stared at the Arrancar with his katana raised defensively, waiting for him to attack again. This time, he was more focused. He wouldn't get caught off-guard again, or so he told himself.
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Post by Zeek Hoshigawa on Oct 22, 2013 18:17:27 GMT -5
Zeek arced a brow at the young man. Where before he was on the offensive, now he wanted to play it defensively? What could have made him change his mind so quickly? It could have been the fierceness given to him by the Arrancar. The sheer force of the hit enough to send chills down his spine, or perhaps fear. He wasn't sure, really. Though now that he thought about it, he didn't really care. He wanted to wait, to play it cool? Well, Zeek would have no problem bringing the young man down; slowly, painfully until it was time to rip his heart out with his blade. It was strange, normally Zeek wouldn't have been so inclined to kill, or to fight, but recent happenings made him love the feeling. A wild grin spreading across his features, his eyes closing for but a moment.
"Are you afraid, hm? I'd understand if you were, but to think that such weak attacks made you act this way...what would you do if I released my true self?" A wild cackle escaped from his lips, his eyes opening before his feat started moving forward, toward the human. He was still interested in his powers, how he became what he was now, but he was more interested in making him eventually turn. The distance between the two of them was gradually dwindling, he see the boys expressions. Perhaps it wasn't fear, but anger. Anger at him? He wondered. Stopping before striking distance of the young man Zeek sighed and smiled.
"I want this to last, to see what you're capable of, but I also want to go back to sleep. It's been a long few weeks." Zeek threw both of his daggers into the air, his voice seemingly drifting off of his lips like a cool breeze. "La vida y la luz se entrelazan" As the words stopped, the blades began their descent to the ground. However, before they could reach their dirt grave Zeek placed both blades upon the palms of his hands in mid-air, slamming them into the ground. It was like time slowed for but a moment, as blue lines of light started sprawling outward from his mask fragment. Eventually being completely overtaken by the light.
As the light overcame the area, Zeek stood, no longer humanoid. No, he was instead completely remade, a large crown like mask over taking his head from his eyes up. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he erected his entire body, standing nearly four feet above the young man. Though the Arrancar couldn't see anymore, he could smell the young man, hear his heart beat, feel his breathing from the vibrations in the ground. His senses were amplified past that of a normal person and he would use it to test this boy. Dashing forward, Zeek waved his arm toward the ground. From within his forearm a blade extended and after closing the distance, Zeek swiped it from the right to the left, aiming to behead the young proxy.
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Post by Katsuo Kagayaki on Oct 26, 2013 12:00:06 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:500; ,bTable][atrb=Valign, top] SEE THE LIGHTNING IN YOUR EYES, SEE 'EM RUNNING FOR THEIR LIVES [atrb=align, center] | [atrb=Valign, top] Katsuo tightened the grip on his katana when the Arrancar spoke of releasing its 'true form'. He could only assume that was the same thing that the armored Arrancar had used against him before. Artorias had gotten strong enough that Katsuo couldn't do anything against him. And now this guy wanted to do the same thing? Even now, Katsuo couldn't hold his own. If the Arrancar got even stronger... there was absolutely no chance. Still, he wasn't going to start pissing his pants. Acting scared now would be the same as losing.
As the Arrancar approached, Katsuo funneled more and more Reiryoku into his hand. As it was now, he could shoot a fairly potent ball of fire. But he had to wait for the right moment. "You're the one who won't shut up. You're stalling. Is it you that's afraid of me?" It was sort of comical. Katsuo was calling the Arrancar out and trying to stall him at the same time. One could call it hypocritical, but that was just a small detail to the Proxy. He wanted to get his word in, too.
The way the Arrancar was talking, it seemed like he had decided to use this true form of his. As soon as Katsuo heard it speaking in a different language, he readied himself. No doubt this guy was going to get faster, or something. It seemed like taking a few steps back wasn't going to help much.
Suddenly, the light got so bright that Katsuo couldn't see. Fuck. Not knowing what was about to happen, the Proxy raised his left hand and swiped downward, sending a small ball of blue flame shooting toward the ground. Once it made impact, it would explode with enough force to send both combatants flying back by a few metres. The Arrancar had a risk of being burned by the flames as well. Katsuo wouldn't be burned because of the simple fact that he chose what his flames burned.
Luckily, Katsuo had done this before. As he was blown back, he was able to right himself in midair, flipping around and landing on his feet. He still skidded back a few feet as the resultant force of the blast pushed him, but didn't go tumbling like a surprised opponent might have.
Katsuo knew that his flames were powerful. If nothing else, he knew that he could depend on them. At such close range, they should have had some sort of effect on the Arrancar, right? Because of this, he didn't hesitate to run into the cloud of smoke where he could sense the Arrancar. Whether it was standing or not, Katsuo would swing at it wildly with Aokishi, hoping he had the element of surprise.
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Post by Lyra Ishigami on Nov 4, 2013 18:38:05 GMT -5
OOC: Jin was taking too long, so hah! The weather forecast had called for clear skies, but not if this woman had anything to say about it. Thin lines appeared in the skyline, and quickly spread, blocking out the mid day sun. From within her garganta, a woman's figure appeared, stepping out of the abyss slowly. She lingered above the scene below for but a brief moment before sensing a disturbance in spiritual pressure. The woman smiled, recognising one of the entities as someone she had previously met: one of her toys. With little hesitation, the woman pushed off her current location, placing herself behind the young man swinging his katana wildly at the plume of smoke he had just created. Her hands weaved around the boy, and in an instant locked up his movements. She closed their distance, gripping him harshly, pressing her chest up against his back. She brought her nostrils to where the boy's neck curved into his shoulders and sniffed him long and hard, bringing her lips close to his ear. Like the connoisseur she was, she was merely sampling his bouquet, tasting his soon to be spilt blood. Like a good wine, blood needed to be properly aerated to bring out each and every one of its taste notes. The woman could have used modern tools to spill his blood, but she preferred something more... intimate. Getting closer, her tongue protruded from behind her lips; tip brushing gently at the middle of his neck, above where his jugular was. After moistening his skin, the woman produced her fangs pushing them deeply into the veins inside his neck. Quickly, the blood began rushing out, changing colours as it came in contact with the oxygen around them. The sheer volume of the sanguine liquid filled her oral cavity in a matter of seconds, forcing her lips to break their seal, allowing his blood to spew out all around where she had bitten, covering him and herself with the warm metallic tasting liquid. With her free hand, she reached around his back, feeling for where his heart was. She straightened her fingers, and pierced through his skin with her claw like nails, penetrating his epithelial layers with ease. She dug her digits through his muscles and fat until she'd finally reached what she was looking for, his heart. Placing her delicate fingers around the organ, she slowly began to pump, forcing it to contract irregularly. With each squeeze, the woman forced out more blood: so much so that she could no longer maintain proper contact with the wound she had inflicted. Letting go of his neck, the woman merely hovered her lips over the gaping hole she had made in the boy's neck, allowing the crimson liquid to gush into her mouth like a fountain. She was lapping at it like a dog and its water dish, scooping up as much of the liquid as she could. The unpredictable flow drenched the unclothed woman in red, covering her entire upper body in his warm juices. Her fingers continued their rhythmic contractions, forcing out what remained of his life's essence. He is definitely squirting all over her.
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