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Post by Wilmarie Terrorhouse on Oct 11, 2013 23:09:52 GMT -5
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✖ DREAMS TURN INTO NIGHTMARES. OUR MEETING WAS A SPOILER BECAUSE HOWEVER YOU LOOK AT IT, THE ENDING WAS CLEAR. THE ILLUSION DIES AS TIME DRAGS ON. TAGS something here WORDS something here NOTES something here
After resting a bit in Las Noches, Wilmarie had to get out of that place. She hated being around there, especially whenever she is around Colin, he just disgusted her. Something told her that he was trouble, along with the primera, who was just as big of a pesky freak. The segunda was just forgettable and the Tercera was so fucking annoying that she wanted to snatch out her tounge. The fourth espada was a creepy ass weirdo, and she barely remembered either of the other espada. She only had herself to trust and feel comfortable aroud.
So after resting she headed to the Human World, there was always something for her to do here, like relax or comment on the humans and how a much of a mess they are. It was one of her favorite a pass time to sit and just talk shit about their appearance. She was odd that way, very quick to point out others deformities and issues, since she had little to none at all. She was a Bad Bitch and she knew it, iff anyone had a issue, they could get they ass beat. That was at least her main belief, she really enjoyed fighting, she was dangerous that way. If she get her hands lock on someone's hair, she will most definitely be beating coins out of their head and face.
"Ugh, that food was disgusting. Some human food is just to disgusting sometimes, should of just went to that america place or whatever. This place is to damn weird and all these people look to much alike with they're narrow eyes and shit." she stated while sitting a top of a metal box. Her right leg was cross over her left as her arms folded before her chest. With her back against the wall, her gaze shifted left to right as she eyed every civillian that passed before her. "Ratchet, Ugly, need to fix them shoes boo-boo. Her hair is not cute, ugh what is wrong with that boys pants, his ass is nearly all out. She looks like her cooka stanks, eew. Now she looks aight, like her shoes. That's about it though. And what is with all these scrawny men? Do any of them work out or something? Weak." she commented while shaking her head in disappointment. She was going back to back talking about the appearance of each human that pass her, pointing out their faults. Sometimes she can't help butshake her head in disappointment.
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Post by Rhea Nyx on Oct 19, 2013 8:42:26 GMT -5
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Han: 10
Rei: 15
Hak: 12
Sei: 13
Buk: 15
Hoh: 12
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-Two Pistols | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width:300px; background-color:#222; border-right:4px solid crimson;]MY DISLIKE FOR YOU,
IS LIKE AN ETERNAL FLAME Rhea frowned as she walked around the streets of Naruki City. While she lived in Karakura, she often found herself visiting this City more and more often. She had an idea as to why though, Naruki City seemed to offer her a fight whenever she happened to pass by. So she was not complaining.
She was dressed in her work clothes today, in her nice pristine suit. It was plain black, she felt no need to stretch out and get a white one nor any other color, black suited her just fine. She was simply doing patrols today, boring as ever but it still had to be done. Anyways, she should not be complaining, she was bound to be getting into a fight sooner or later, something she was looking very much forward to. Eventually, as she came around a corner, she sensed the reiatsu of another spiritual being. She was about to discard it, however, this reiatsu was foreign to her.
She was intrigued and changed her patrol route, heading towards the reiatsu. Upon analyzing the spiritual pressure some more, she believed that it belong to an Espada or Arrancar. She smiled, she had never fought one, merely read about them in the books at the Headquarters or from other team mates. She seemed powerful enough, perhaps on Kakashei's level. He had been a tough opponent and a fun one two, hopefully this Espada would be no different.
She felt a bit happy this time though, she had with her, her two pistols, sword and grenades. Unlike the last time she was here, only relying on her fists against those two Fullbringer bastards. When she rounded yet another corner, the Espada came into view. SHe happened to be sitting on a metal box, her right leg crossed over her left with her arms folded before her chest. She seemed to be talking, her lips were moving, What a strange, strange Espada. |
[/i] Nonetheless, she carried on, making a beeline for the rather beautiful Espada. She released her spiritual pressure to it's peak just as she was about twenty feet away from her, grinning slightly. She noticed that the Espada was shaking her head, Rhea scoffed. "Tch. What's a beautiful Espada such as yourself doing all alone in the Human World? Did you get lost?" She came off very patronizing towards the end, adding a slight chuckle. Both of her hands were in her pockets, she was relaxed in front of the Espada, she doubted this one was quick to throw a punch. [/div] I ravish little things like you. [/td][/tr][/table] [/center] [newclass=.memorysin]margin:15px; opacity:0.6; transition:all 0.9s ease; -moz-transition:all 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition:all 0.9s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.memorysin:hover]opacity:1; margin:15px;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes1]margin-left:15px; margin-right:15px; margin-top:2px; margin-bottom:2px; background-color:crimson; font-family:arial narrow; font-size:10px; color:#fff; text-align:center; ransition:all 0.9s ease; -moz-transition:all 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition:all 0.9s ease; width:100px; height:15px; overflow:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes1:hover]height: 30px;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes2]margin-left:15px; margin-right:15px; margin-top:2px; margin-bottom:2px; background-color:crimson; font-family:arial narrow; font-size:10px; color:#fff; text-align:center; ransition:all 0.9s ease; -moz-transition:all 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition:all 0.9s ease; width:100px; height:15px; overflow:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes2:hover]height: 50px;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes3]margin-left:15px; margin-right:15px; margin-top:2px; margin-bottom:2px; background-color:crimson; font-family:arial narrow; font-size:10px; color:#fff; text-align:center; ransition:all 0.9s ease; -moz-transition:all 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition:all 0.9s ease; width:100px; height:15px; overflow:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes3:hover]height: 50px; overflow-y:auto;[/newclass] |
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Post by Wilmarie Terrorhouse on Oct 19, 2013 12:38:49 GMT -5
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✖ DREAMS TURN INTO NIGHTMARES. OUR MEETING WAS A SPOILER BECAUSE HOWEVER YOU LOOK AT IT, THE ENDING WAS CLEAR. THE ILLUSION DIES AS TIME DRAGS ON. TAGS something here WORDS something here NOTES something here
Wilmarie sighed a bit as she was beginning to grow bored of the humans. While she had fun talking about their looks and horrible fashion sense, it was starting to get a bit boring. She guessed that even though there were plenty she could insult and talk ill of, there was no reason to do so anymore. So she instead sat back and took a moment to think of something else to pass her time. "Ugh, I don't know what to do. I'm tired of talking about the tired ass humans. Not like i can do anything to help them fix their horrible sense of fashion. They can just look ratchet all they want, especially the slutty big breasted hoes who prance around in skirts that showed their ass cheeks." she stated while running her fingers through her hair.
Closing her eyes, she tilted her head to the right a bit, creating a slight cracking sound. She also rotated her shoulders, cracking them as well. Her lips were press together in a rather stuck up type of way. She honestly didn't know what to do next, she could find one of those hotels and rest in a empty room for a bit. At least she could relax and watch the device they refer to as television. But that would be work for her, sense she would have to find aempty room and what not. Sighing, she look upward towards the sky to see what the weather seemed like. "Hmm, a bit of wind.." she stated with a slightly annoyed expression.
It wasn't long after that she heard a voice from her right. She kind of knew it was directed towards her because of the word "Espada", which is why she look in the direction to where the voice came. Her eyes soon centered onto a female, a rather tired looking one at that. Her eyes were heavy with black crap that the humans called make-up, it was so ratchet and ugly. The female also look like she lack a home or anything as if sh smelled or something. Sighing, she look to the side for a moment before fixing her hair. "What the hell do you want?" she asked in a rather annoyed tone. She did't like those that talked to her, they annoyed her. All of them.
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Post by Rhea Nyx on Oct 21, 2013 7:59:36 GMT -5
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IS LIKE AN ETERNAL FLAME Rhea at first did not answer the arrancar, instead she took in her attire. She had honestly thought the arrancar would have some sort of uniform, but it seems she was allowed to dress as she pleased. Not that it really matters...although, that figure is something... |
[/i] She allowed her eyes to rake up and down the arrancar, starting with her very tomboyish black boots, then her tights that hug every part of her legs and left very little to imagination. Then back up to her chest, the long sleeved purple top, covered by a black sleeveless top. She whistled in appreciation. The arrancar was pretty damn hot, she noticed the number printed on her neck, a number '8'. I assume that is her rank amongst her brethren or something. So I doubt she truly powerful, probably more so than Kakashei, so this should be fun.[/i] In truth, she had no idea how powerful this arrancar was, so for the most part, she would remain on the defensive. She knew that arrancars had an greater form that they could achieve, Resurreccion. She had read in one of the many books at the Consecro headquarters that it gave them a similar boost in power as a Soul Reapers Bankai. However, Rhea feared nothing, if she lost, she lost, if sh won, she won. If anything, this would be a fantastic opportunity to learn more about the arrancar and there fighting capabilities or even their Resurrecion. She decided to answer the arrancar, looking down at her in a disapproving manner. She knew this one would be easy to bait, her attitude and the way she was sitting screamed that. "My, my, is that anyway to talk to someone who has so far, been polite to you?" With that, she stepped closer, reaching out with a hand and grabbing the arrancar by the chin with her left hand whilst her right reached behind her own back, grasping the handle of her trusty sword. "You see little miss arrancar, I have never had the chance to fight with one of your pathetic race before. So, today, I decided that I am going to kill you...or at least have you on your knees, naked and begging for me." Rhea chuckled, she wanted to see just how angry this bitch could get, if anything it would play to her advantage. [/div] I ravish little things like you. [/td][/tr][/table] [/center] [newclass=.memorysin]margin:15px; opacity:0.6; transition:all 0.9s ease; -moz-transition:all 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition:all 0.9s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.memorysin:hover]opacity:1; margin:15px;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes1]margin-left:15px; margin-right:15px; margin-top:2px; margin-bottom:2px; background-color:crimson; font-family:arial narrow; font-size:10px; color:#fff; text-align:center; ransition:all 0.9s ease; -moz-transition:all 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition:all 0.9s ease; width:100px; height:15px; overflow:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes1:hover]height: 30px;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes2]margin-left:15px; margin-right:15px; margin-top:2px; margin-bottom:2px; background-color:crimson; font-family:arial narrow; font-size:10px; color:#fff; text-align:center; ransition:all 0.9s ease; -moz-transition:all 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition:all 0.9s ease; width:100px; height:15px; overflow:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes2:hover]height: 50px;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes3]margin-left:15px; margin-right:15px; margin-top:2px; margin-bottom:2px; background-color:crimson; font-family:arial narrow; font-size:10px; color:#fff; text-align:center; ransition:all 0.9s ease; -moz-transition:all 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition:all 0.9s ease; width:100px; height:15px; overflow:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes3:hover]height: 50px; overflow-y:auto;[/newclass] |
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Post by Wilmarie Terrorhouse on Oct 21, 2013 12:26:53 GMT -5
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✖ DREAMS TURN INTO NIGHTMARES. OUR MEETING WAS A SPOILER BECAUSE HOWEVER YOU LOOK AT IT, THE ENDING WAS CLEAR. THE ILLUSION DIES AS TIME DRAGS ON. TAGS something here WORDS something here NOTES something here
Wilmarie wondered why the female was still in front of her. The bitch could of taken her warning a head of time, Wilmarie is ot the one to be fuck with. And if she did, she would end up lying on her ass, bloody and beaten. In fact, wilmarie was hoping that the bitch pop off, she would love to lay her ass out. She's been itching for something to do, might as well snatch a bitch bald and beat her face in. "Can you take a hint, bitch? If you ain't about to pop off, scoot ya ragedy ann looking ass on somewhere." she stated out loud in a rather rough tone.
Moving one leg off of the other, she was ready for the chick to do something. Because if she did, she would feel her much needed wrath. She already had her gauntlets on, so a punch from her would rock her to her feet. But if the chick was smart, she would keep it moving and annoy someone else. Being around her made Wilmarie uncomfortable, the chick was probably one of those chicks who like the lower hot pocket more than the cucumber. It didn't matter to Wilmarie, she could give two shits for either, she was to much of a gem to be tainted by such things. No, so the female should think twice before trying to do anything sexual, unless she wanted to be sleeping on the ground.
Hearing the female's comment, Wilmarie rolled her eyes in annoyance as the female was still in front of her. Moving her leg up and down, it moved at a fast pace as she really wanted to beat her ass. Looking to the females hand, she was stunned when the female had the nerve to put her hands on her cherobic face. Was this bitch stupid? Did she know who the fuck Wilmarie was? This bitch is dead meet now. Reaching towards the female's wrist, she in force her inhuman strength to apply pressure and move it from her chin. She then raised her right foot to send a powerful kick to the female's abdomen. Her grip of the wrist would be let go as she vanish with sonido and appeared behind the female to send a swing of her fist to the right side of the female's face. "Bitch!"
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Post by Rhea Nyx on Nov 4, 2013 11:49:54 GMT -5
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Buk: 15
Hoh: 12
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IS LIKE AN ETERNAL FLAME Rhea frowned when the Espada hand clasped around her own with inhuman strength, sure it hurt, but she had had worse in the past. Rhea did not fight against the Espada as she forced her hand away from her chin. Rhea had little time to react to the rather powerful kick to her abdomen. It momentarily winded her, but Rhea was used to this sort of pain and naturally over came it rather quickly. It would bruise though, nothing could be done about that.
Rhea quickly burst into action the second her hand was let go, she had a feeling the Espada would target her vulnerable back, most enemies usually did. She ducked, narrowly avoiding the fist that had been launched to the right side of her face. She gritted her teeth and pivoted on her heel, returning a punch of her own to the Espada's gut. Sure she was by no means on her level of physical power, though she was more than capable of knocking most people out in a single punch. Once the punch landed, she threw herself back, using the momentum to throw herself back into a hand spring, creating some distance between them. She stopped and rather causally brushed of her hands.
"My, my, someone is pretty feisty aren't they? If I did not know any better, I would say you were sexually frustrated...tch, such a pity, I do not fuck trailer trash like yourself." During that exchange she had reached into her suit jacket and withdrawn two grenades, by the time she had finished her speech, she had them primed and launched them towards the Espada. It was time she tested her speed, and naturally, Rhea back stepped, wanting to escape the blast zone of the grenades.
A satisfying boom echoed throughout the street and the rather tight alley way she had backed up in too. She frowned, this was not the best place to fight, but she could use it to her advantage, of that she was sure. "Do not tell me I have won already Espada? I was only just getting started."
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Post by Wilmarie Terrorhouse on Nov 4, 2013 21:55:34 GMT -5
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Wilmarie could tell that she was much stronger than the disrespectful human standing before here. It wasn't difficult for her to remove the hand from around her chin, it was stupid for the female to put her hands on her anywa. It is why she received a kick to that stomach of hers. It connected of course, sending her back as Wilmarie release her grip. Hopping off of the metal container she was sitting on, she charged to connect a punch. This attack didn't work as well as the first, the female dodged and manage to connect a punch to Wilmarie's gut.
Coughing a bit, she step back to distance herself as she dealt with the pain of the punch. It wasn't as bad as she was making it seem, she could take a hit, many actually. She just thought it was funny to amuse the female and make her think that her hits actually did something. Not saying she wasn't strong, cause she was oddly enough, do to the fact that she was a human. Her skin wouldn't show much of a bruised, but the pain should stay for a while. "So she's athletic and flexible. That body of hers is going to be tied into a knot soon." she commented with a slightly sadistic smirk.
Seeing two round darks things being toss her way, she got a good look of them and didn't see them to be much of a threat. But she wasn't going to take that chance, which is why she fired a bala at one. At the same time she launch back and landed onto the metal container. That was when the grenade detonated midway, causing the other to explode as well. "That bitch did not just tried to blow me up and call me trailer trash?" now pissed, Wilmarie launch into the air and landed in front of a car. Grabbing the side, she broke through the window and took holde of the hinges. With that, she rip it from the car and toss it at the female with great furosity. She then followed through in hopes of landing a kick to her nose when she tried to dodge.
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Post by Rhea Nyx on Dec 4, 2013 9:07:04 GMT -5
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IS LIKE AN ETERNAL FLAME Rhea tsk'd when her apparent Grenade attack had failed rather miserably. She noted the use of an energy based attack, her knowledge on the Espada was sparse. The books in the Consecro rarely had much of anything on them. The speed of the ball of energy that she had sent her way to intercept her grenades moved fast, something she would have to watch out for lest she be on the receiving end of it. She back-stepped and raised her left arm up in front of her face to shield her eyes from the bright explosion. The alley way was rather destroyed now, not to mention a little wider due to the explosion haven decimated the walls of the two buildings either side of her. It would play to her advantage, she had forced the Espada out of the tight alley and so with smirk she rushed forward intent on beating this bitch black and blue. As she had just made it out of the alley way, her instincts kicked in and not a second later she jumped up over the car door that had been thrown with great anger towards her. She frowned as it passed underneath her, narrowly avoiding hitting her breasts. She chuckled, being somewhat glad her bust was on the small side. When it passed she twirled herself and landed, however she did not anticipate the Espada's follow up attack - the next thing she knew was that everything went black for a mere second, stars entered her vision and fresh liquid could be felt pouring down her face. She took a few second to regain her bearings, she happened to be some fifteen feet away from the Espada. She slowly got to her feet, ignoring the large splats of blood spilling from her nose onto the concrete. She quickly raised her right hand to her nose, glad and somewhat surprised that it was not broken. She frowned, she did not want to admit it, and never would mind you, but she was shaken. Withdrawing her hand from her nose inspection she snarled and not a second later she withdrew her katana that was sheathed on her back. She had not wanted to use her powers just yet, she was by no means out of the fight. She idly swiped at the air around her, then pinned the Espada with a death glare. She doubted that it would intimidate her, but she was hoping to get her anger across. "You know Espada, that was a lucky shot you got there...Heh, I am starting to think that maybe you are just sexually frustrated. I mean, it must suck, no? Who would want to bed a piece of trailer trash like yourself?" She laughed, "If you paid me or perhaps begged me, maybe I would."With that she rushed the Espada, quickly closing the fifteen feet between them. She started of with a fast flurry of strikes, aiming mostly towards the Espada's abdomen and chest area. After five strikes she back-stepped, reached into her suit jacket with her left hand and withdrew her Desert Eagle and began to fire several shots at her. Wanting to keep the Espada moving. After four shots, she holstered her gun and advanced, this time swiping at the women's leg four times before using the momentum from the last strike to preform and upwards slash. "Come on Espada, if all you can do is throw car doors at me, then this is going to be a boring fight, trailer trash." She said this as she was preforming her attacks, a grin plastered on her face, seemingly not worried about her bloodied nose. OOC: Sorry this took so long, I should be replying back to speed now Az  I ravish little things like you. |
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