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Post by AUREL DE BOUVERE on Oct 28, 2013 15:28:54 GMT -5
The inky matter of a felled hollow dissipated from the drawn edge of Durendal. The blade was still cloaked in its sealed state, the spirit in slumber as per his wielder's wishes. What remained of a small residential block was a few battered cars, and one withered house ruined by combat. An argument could be made that it was just aged too far beyond its prime, and gave out due to a mild tornado that touched down. Highly unlikely by the human standards of geography, but they tend to do whatever they must to explain the unexplainable.
A shrilling shriek sounded behind the shinigami garbed in a unique set of medieval-ware; "And the last suitor for that woman's soul." He spun with elegance, his wings rippling in the wake of his motion, the mortuary sword whistling through the humid air. The icy eyes of Aurel didn't even need to open to feel the shift in the creatures energy, and anticipate the attack. A snap of his wrist and the sword carried through the torso of the creature, tearing deep within the shadowy matter.
In two pieces the hollow fell, just before shattering out of existence, it's soul forcefully purified by a shinigami's tool. And there only remained Aurel, in all of his European elegance. A flashy move to present to no one but himself would be initiated - twirling the blade to sink it into its embellished sheath. He shouldn't be here, and it would be a hassle explaining his absence from Seireitei, but hollows were too frequent in the area, and his thirst for the human world had become insatiable as the late would have it. A little bit of breaking bad here and there, pushing the limits of his responsibilities a bit, and it kept him comfortable on his lonely throne.
HAN: 16 | REI: 21 | HAK: 14 | SEI: 15 | BUK: 20 | HOH: 12
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on Oct 30, 2013 13:44:46 GMT -5
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The impressively graceful movements caught the eyes of Takeshima. The man was smooth, albeit a tad bit slow, easy for the Quincy’s eyes to follow. The reiatsu Takeshima could feel was strong, nearly overpowering, but that drew Takeshima in more. He jumped up, and moved to one of the rooftops that was within a clear view of the Shinigami.
Takeshima stopped hiding his reiatsu, which was rather pathetic in comparison, before he called out. “You should’ve been swifter!” He shouted. “You’ve let it run amuck and tear this place apart.” There was a car alarm Takeshima could hear faintly down at the end of the block, and with a sigh the quincy reached back and rubbed his head, looking down at his garments. It was a chilly day, and so instead of his usual dress shirt, he was wearing a turtleneck, thick, matching his black jeans and shoes. A single Seele Schneider hung from his belt, though his ginto tubes were secure in his pocket, in their regular amount.
“So inefficient. Before a single car had been touched, before that house had fallen, I could have pierced through that beast and stopped this collateral damage.” Takeshima said as he began to float on his hirenkyaku. “Pesky, pesky shinigami. Left up to this task alone this town would be nothing but rubble!” He criticized the man. After a few more moments of sniffing the air, sensing out this man he pursed his lips. Was that hollow scent remaining from the fallen, or was that this man? Curious.
“What do you have to say for yourself, Shinigami.”
[/font][/color][/blockquote] OOC:
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Fatigue Level: 1%
Injuries: t
Wordcount: DC
Stats: Han: 9 Rei: 15 Hak: 8 Sei: 16 Buk: 16 Hoh: 16
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Post by AUREL DE BOUVERE on Oct 30, 2013 15:56:55 GMT -5
When it seemed like the Quincy's words had finished, Aurel spoke astutely, and with his ethnic roots present within the tongue. Japanese wasn't his favorite language, but near 700 years in its presence, and you learned it as good as any, "I apologize for your misinterpretation; you speak as if it was my intention to minimize damage." Upon further accessment of the situation, and feeling no initial threat, the hand loosened once more and moved up, finding itself resting on the pummel limply. "The way you boast your own ability leads me to believe that you seek some sort of recognition for your prowess. As you wish, Quincy. You most definitely would have felled the foul beast before it wrecked a car, and maybe before it even knocked down a building!" Aurel announced, his voice raising in pitch when putting on the facade of admiration.
With that, the Captain bowed professionally, and began his turn to depart from the premise. Before delivering his back to the man, he initialized a farewell, not expecting to cross paths with the headstrong and naive person again, "With that, I will be leaving. I left the canon fodder for the approval-seeking types - I think you'd enjoy yourself."
HAN: 16 | REI: 21 | HAK: 14 | SEI: 15 | BUK: 20 | HOH: 12
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on Nov 7, 2013 20:16:36 GMT -5
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Takeshima sighed and closed his eyes. The man was right. Shinigami didn't give a flying fuck if anything was damaged. The spirit was banished. What else mattered right? It was slightly infuriating to the Quincy, who didn't show anything else besides the sigh, leaving his eyes closed and his head turned to the direction of the ground. This man spoke quite astutely, but Takeshima unfortunately was not swayed, and in the announcement of admiration, there was a small flash of annoyance. It was quick, less than a second, but Aurel would most likely see it. The quick drop in Shima's eyebrow. Once there was a bow, Takeshima opened his eyes and focused, sensing the Shinigami's every move.
The captain would most likely suspect that when he turned the open air would be before him, but instead, Takeshima would be in front of him. A quick God Step would send him forward, riding his platform of reishi to the direction Aurel had turned where he would be facing him with focused eyes.
“I don't need approval.” He told the shinigami. “There are many things I do not give a single shit about.” He said, speaking forcefully. “Arrogance, ignorance, insults, and approval from shinigami. Especially when feigned.” His hands reached into his pockets and he produced his cigarettes and lighter, and pulled one up, placing a fag in his mouth and securing it with his teeth. “You all hunt us.” He said slightly muffled, lighting the thing before he replaced the box and the lighter. “For what?” The question was rhetorical, only meant to give time for Shima to remove his cigarette and speak clearly. “For defending our homes, for acting with intentions to minimize damage.” Takeshima took a drag, and would let his words hang for a moment, before he sighed, bellowing smoke from his mouth. “I need no approval because I don't want any. I don't want any because I don't do this for myself, for my gratification. I do this because without me, or other quincies. People would die. Far more than they already do, especially if it was only left up to you all to defend them.” Takeshima concluded.
“So I need a reason, Shinigami. Lieutenant?” The last word was a question. “Captain? Your reiatsu is powerful, so maybe you can answer me, maybe you're high up enough to understand..” He placed the cigarette in his mouth and left it. His left hand, covered by his sanrei glove formed a bow. “Why should I not hunt you all down like the masked quincy tries too? Why should I not fight you all off and defend my home alone?” Takeshima's intentions became clear with two more words, if not the act of forming his bow.
“Steel yourself”
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Fatigue Level:2%
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Stats: Han: 9 Rei: 15 Hak: 8 Sei: 16 Buk: 16 Hoh: 16
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