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Post by Takeshima Kunou on Dec 15, 2013 15:42:57 GMT -5
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There was a deep sound and Takeshima’s eyes opened up slowly. He looked up and around before letting out a deep groan. He pulled his legs up and his body back, sitting up in his bed and reaching beneath, pulling out an old shoe box. He assumed it was early in the morning, however his alarm clock was blackened out. He guessed the deep sound was the power throughout his small apartment going off. Still, he didn’t seem to care very much. Instead he began to begin his routines earlier, taking a file and smoothing out the ends of his nails. After that was done, and he decided he was finished with his nails, he got up and went out his front door. He only peeked out, since his floor was mostly outside, talking about the power outage. It seemed it was the whole building and not just him. He let out a sigh and simply went back in, taking a quick shower before the hot water ran cool.
He dressed in a turtleneck, and his biggest jacket, which was hardly thick enough to protect him from the coldness outside. As he peered through his window he was simply happy it wasn’t snowing anymore. Takeshima went back to his room and pulled out a few of his ginto vials, shoving them into his pockets. For now they would be his only defenses. He walked through his front door, and left. Thankfully everyone who was out before his shower had migrated back inside.
Once he was out, he wished he had thrown a hat on over his wet hair. The cold would probably get him sick, but instead he kept moving. He looked to his left wrist, a space now occupied by his watch and it read three something. It was the dead of night with no one outside. As he walked he wished he could push out reishi, sense something, but there was naught, and he was going by his simpler senses alone.
Of course as he got close to a power line he noticed the transformer box had been torn open. Depending on how severe he was contemplating fixing it. He grit his teeth slightly and stopped. The air felt colder, and his ears were picking up something. He turned his head back, and right there staring deep at him from just a few dozen yards away was a hollow, screeching at him.
With only a look of annoyance Takeshima pulled out a ginto, a glass one and crushed it in his hand before he pulled it, letting the reishi inside become a crystal sword. It was the one technique he still had that was his own. The hollow was like a frog mixed with a dog. Claws and the like. “Come on now.” Takeshima goaded, turning to face it. It was quick moving and it came in close before swinging hard at Takeshima. He rose the sword to deflect it, however it, like most things had the upper hand in strength, sending him flying back.
“Tilt the goblet to the west, Wolke.” He shouted as he yanked on a ginto tube. It exploded into a cloud, just as he would have slammed into a building, cushioning his landing. As he pushed up he closed his eye. “I need help..” He said with a sigh. As he looked up the monster was charging again, and Takeshima grit his teeth and sprinted towards it. At the last second, when it began to swipe at him he slid, going beneath it, between it’s legs. As he came up on the other side he took off, dragging his sword along the ground making a sharp glass like sound. Hopefully it would help attract someone who could help distract the beast, so that he could destroy it’s mask.
[/font][/color][/blockquote] OOC: Post Sanrei Glove removal
Status: Tired
Action:
Fatigue Level:15%
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Wordcount: DC
Stats: Han: 9 Rei: 15 Hak: 8 Sei: 16 Buk: 16 Hoh: 16
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Post by Isabel Maritza on Dec 16, 2013 11:09:30 GMT -5
| [cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 100px, bTable] Revolution Something has to change
| | [atrb=style, opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: -10px;] Words: 547 Tags: Isabel, Shima It really was a cold night. Somehow though, a certain quincy didn't seem too phased by this fact. Despite the cold, she was wearing the same outfit she did year round that barely kept her covered. There was a short skirt of course. She wasn't even wearing her corset top, leaving her top only clad in the somewhat see through teal halter, crop top. She had her coat of the same color on, actually having it up on her shoulders for once. It wasn't exactly doing anything to warm her though. Still though, Isabel was fast asleep in the cover of some bushes by what she assumed was the yard of someone's house. She had seen people moving around in the house. They didn't see her though, so that was what mattered. She wasn't sure about Japan, but in other places of the world, people didn't take too kindly to finding her using their bushes as beds, blankets, and pillows. Luckily enough, she was able to rest easy, getting as sound a sleep as ever. It was amazing what having no worries could do for a person's sleep.
She had slept well for a while at least. She was woken up by what she thought was a dream at first. She sat up, her head popping out from the top of the bushes. She yawned, picking twigs out of her hair before stretching. Dazed, she looked around, trying to remember the dream that had woken her so suddenly. It was then that she heard distinctively scrape of glass. That woke her up enough to realize she sensed something. Something very hollow.That got her interest. She hopped out of the bush immediately, making quick work of running to where she sensed it, not even caring that she was covered in leaves an dirt still.
A few moments later, she spotted the beast, but she also spotted another human, one with a sword. She wasn't really sure why he had that, but he could obviously see the hollow. He was fighting it and all. He wasn't doing a good job or anything, but he was still fighting it. Isabel formed her bow, the pink band wrapping around her wrist before the simple bow formed from it. With careful aim, she shot off a dozen arrows, three aimed at each of the hollow's limbs. She wasn't about to try and kill it, If she could get it to a state where it couldn't move though, at least the shinigami's could come and take care of it.
That done, she sprinted over to the hollow, holding her arms out toward it, her bow vanishing entirely. "Do not fight anymore" she spoke in fluent french, not even aware of what language she was speaking. She figured it would work well enough. She shushed the best, hoping to calm it. She didn't want to kill it. but then again, she wasn't really up to getting killed herself. Some hollows were hopeless cases in the end. That didn't mean Isabel couldn't have some sliver of hope though. She offered the hollow a soft smile as she lowered her hands, a few seconds away from being able to peacefully check on the man or from getting blasted away.
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on Dec 16, 2013 13:03:41 GMT -5
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As Takeshima ran he felt something drawing near. The sound of something. His head looked back, spotting the tongue of the hollow coming out for him. He felt it wrap around his ankle, right between his jeans and shoes. Immediately his sword swung down and severed the tongue at where it had grabbed him. Then he kept sprinting, feeling the reiatsu of the hollow burn into his skin and ankle. He kept running, faster now before he heard something. The sound of an arrow firing, a bow being pulled back. After a second he looked back and saw the hollow fading behind him, before a girl had moved up to it.
With time on his hands now, Takeshima turned and began to walk over, with a slight limp because of the burning sensation in his ankle. What was the girl doing, he could only wonder. The hollow was still alive. It was enough to make him pick up the pace.
The hollow began to slowly reach it’s tongue out. It’s eyes had a pleading look in them, and it looked as though it was begging. If the girl kept her guard down at the last second it’s tongue would shoot out quicker, and grab at her wrist before a cero charged in it’s maw, ready to release in a short time after.
“A silver rod strikes the five fingered stone bed.” He shouted as he threw a ginto tube at the girl. When it made it to her back it would encase her in a stone-like coffin, which would protect her from the cero that was firing out to blow her away milliseconds after. The stone would rip apart the tongue as it formed around her.
Shortly thereafter Takeshima was moving up at his full sprinting speed at the disabled hollow. It let out a scream as he got close and cut through its mask. After a few seconds the stone around her would dissolve, just as Shima rose his sword up and let it dissolve exactly the same. “What’re you doing out here quincy?” He asked her. “It’s two degrees out.” He told her, speaking in japanese without even thinking about it. “And it’s four in the morning.” He told her, looking to the side, the empty spot where the hollow was. Then he sighed, “Thank you for the assist. Do you have anywhere to go? Do you have a place to stay, it’s freezing out?”
[/font][/color][/blockquote] OOC: Post Sanrei Glove removal
Status: Sober
Action:
Fatigue Level:20%
Injuries:
Wordcount: DC
Stats: Han: 9 Rei: 15 Hak: 8 Sei: 16 Buk: 16 Hoh: 16
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Post by Isabel Maritza on Dec 16, 2013 14:52:07 GMT -5
She couldn't deny the pitiful look the hollow had in those glowing red eyes. She wasn't like some of the others of her kind that were so ready to kill hollows when they were beaten down. Isabel even went as far as to begin reaching out to the tongue coming her way. It was a bit gross, but she had kind of disabled its limbs. It had nothing left to offer her but its tongue now. Before she could take it though, something came from behind her. She heard a voice, but she couldn't understand it. All she saw was a ginto coming her way. A moment later, solid rock was forming around her at the same moment that tongue from the hollow roughly grabbed her wrist. She pulled against the tongue, at the same time beating her Palm against the some that encased her. What was going on?
She didn't stay trapped for very long it seemed. Only a few moments ayer she was captured, the tongue holding her faded away, signaling death to the quincy. Isabel could hardly even pay attention to the fact that the walls around her had fallen right around the same time. Her hand feel down to her side. In her head she went over a silent prayer for the hollow, knowing it had been a Quincy who killed it. How could she know that it wasn't really a full Quincy anymore? Isabel turned her flame toward him, looking upset for a moment. She could only be in such a down mood for so long though. She lightened up some a moment later, at least glad someone hadn't died. The man was still mostly alright, so that was a relief.
Isabel didn't really get to enjoy that for long though. He came up to her, and she prepared herself to speak to him. Then a problem arose. He was speaking Japanese, fast Japanese at that. Her face showed s bit of her troubles as she tried to figure out what he was saying to her. She really should have learned the language before she came to this country. She hadn't even thought about how many issues it could have caused. So instead of giving him any answers, Isabel just stated at the man with a blank expression on her face.
A moment later she took in a deep breath, washing all of her worry away. This could work out. She placed her hands on his shoulders, patting him before she held up one of those hands to signal him to stop. "I cannot understand words you speak to me"she told him, now speaking in an at least understandable version of English. A good number of people here had some grasp on the language. Surely this well dressed man could be one of them. If not, then Isabel could just pretend she answered his questions, if he was asking her anything. The only indication she had wad the tone of his voice. Even still, she smiled up to him, bidding her head like she had given s very good answer. It worked for her.
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on Dec 16, 2013 15:48:18 GMT -5
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There was touching and his speaking slowed, and then there was a signal and he stopped talking altogether. He stared at her for a moment and she began to speak in english. “You don’t under…” He paused and opened his mouth while nodding. No point in finishing that statement. She didn’t understand that he was reiterating that she didn’t understand. Takeshima couldn’t really feel his cheeks, but there was a warm surge of blood as he became a little flustered, embarrassing himself slightly. He had been talking a lot and it made no sense and she was touching him. His eyes flickered into her's for just a moment before he scanned her face. His teeth touched, visible through his open lips before his mouth opened again.
“No japanese.” He said in english. “I ... I can do english. No german?” He asked. “Spanish?” He knew spanish better than he knew english. “Or english.” He said, letting her choose which of the other three languages he would speak. After they had figured it out, he spoke in the chosen language. “Didn’t you see it charging up? It was getting ready to kill you?” He asked her, not panicked, or upset, but calmly as if in an attempt to let her know that it was in fact, getting ready to kill her. Then he changed the subject, almost as quick as she’d be able to respond. He was still a fast talker when he chose to speak. No matter what language
“Thank you, however. You did save me, and I do appreciate your help. What are you doing out here though? It’s like 2 degrees. Any more drop and it’s going to start snowing. And it’s four in the morning. There’s no reason to even be out.” He said as the cold began to ravish him with no more activity to keep his blood flowing. A drop of water fell from his hair onto his cheek and it was freezing. He rose his hands up to the opposite arm and began to rub up and down them, showing he was cold. “Do you have somewhere to stay? That’s not outside?” He asked her.
[/font][/color][/blockquote] OOC: Post Sanrei Glove removal
Status: Alright
Action:
Fatigue Level:20%
Injuries:
Wordcount: DC
Stats: Han: 9 Rei: 15 Hak: 8 Sei: 16 Buk: 16 Hoh: 16
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Post by Isabel Maritza on Dec 17, 2013 10:35:18 GMT -5
The world is going down and something has to change REVOLUTION Isabel felt a little bit bad. The man seemed pretty embarrassed by her statement. He was blushing at least. Though, that could have very easily been the cold turning his cheeks so very red. Either was, she moved her hands from his shoulders up to his cheeks, giggling sweetly. They were really could. She would just keep her frozen hands there in an attempt to warm him. Needless to say it would hardly be a successful trial if he didn't sway them away from the moment of contact. Either way, she listened closely to him, a bit surprised when he went off naming languages. Then the promised language came out. this man knew Spanish? Her face lit up, smile absolutely glowing. "Good, good! Oh Spanish, please!" she called in her native tongue. It had been so dreadfully long since she had a nice talk in Spanish. It always just felt right to her no matter what.
He asked her what she was doing out here, in a language that sounded so amazing, and she removed her hands from his cheeks of her own accord. Isabel pointed in the general direction she had come from. "I was sleeping, and then then hollow woke me up I suppose, so I got up and came over here as quick as I could" she explained, though by the time she was done, she realized it was a awfully boring answer. Karakura needed to spice up a bit it seemed. "Actually I should probably head back there. I left my bag there..." she noted, looking back in the direction of her trusty bush. Surely the bush kept it safe from any robbers. Isabel couldn't count the times she had to track her bag down, because getting a new one was just out of the question.
When he went on at his fast pace, throwing questions at her, Isabel looked back to him, nodding her head at first before shaking it. "I do have a place to stay, but no it isn't inside. I just wandered in so I sleep out here" she held her arms out, representing the here she as talking about. "It really is great staying outside though. Hardly anyone really appreciates it anymore" she sighed out, not really realizing she was the odd one in that situation. "So if there's no reason to be out, why are you out here?" she questioned, leaning forward and tilting her head a bit. It didn't really make sense to her that it would go and say something like that. Maybe he stayed outside like her! That excited her. She bounded that short distance forward, grabbing his hands. If he was an person of nature like her, they could be people of nature together! At least, while she was in Karakura.
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on Dec 22, 2013 4:17:51 GMT -5
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Takeshima gazed down into her eyes as she put her hands on his cheeks. It slowed his breathing, but his heart began to beat a little bit faster. Her cool hands on his ever-warming cheeks was a nice feeling. He didn’t dare remove her hands. He managed to get his first question out in Spanish, managing not to stumble too much. It took him some time to adjust to the foreign language, especially coming from the far more relaxed native speaker. But he kept up and listened to her and looked very interested before he nodded. “That makes sense.” He said, absentmindedly in japanese. After a thought and a mental translation he spoke to her, “We can walk and grab your bag.” He told her
Then she was answering his other questions. He looked at her, and then was slightly taken aback when she grabbed his hands and why he was out here. Instinctively, he almost said he stayed out too. The look in her eyes made him want to say whatever he needed to to be closer to this girl, but after a moment he shook his head, “I’m sorry.” He told her in her language. “I’m out for much simpler reasons. I was in my apartment when my power went out. I went to go check on the box and the hollow is the one who ripped it open, and it chased after me.” He told her. “I would’ve taken care of it but, I’m not as capable as I used to be.” After a pause he began to move. “We should.. We should find your bag.” He told her as he moved ahead. If she walked with him he would speak to her. “It’s really cold out, if you’d like I could let you stay in my place. You can sleep in my room.” He told her, thinking. “The door locks, There’s a window. And I think I have a book for Japanese to spanish translations.” He told her. “Or you could stop over for tea.” Takeshima just began speaking, trying to think of things to make her want to stop by. It was still four in the morning. And it was really cold out, at least to him it was freezing as a drop of cold water hit his nose again, dripping from his hair. It let him know he could get even colder.
[/font][/color][/blockquote] OOC: Post Sanrei Glove removal
Status: Alright
Action:
Fatigue Level:20%
Injuries:
Wordcount: DC
Stats: Han: 9 Rei: 15 Hak: 8 Sei: 16 Buk: 16 Hoh: 16
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Post by Isabel Maritza on Dec 23, 2013 14:40:55 GMT -5
He said something in Japanese again, and Isabel tried to put the words together. Clearly it didn't work to well since she made no comment on it. She hardly had to though. He was speaking in fluent enough Spanish for her to understand and pay attention to. "You will walk with me?" She asked in an excited tone. Idabel took his hand, holding it tightly. It seemed he had made her Pretty happy with that offer he had made her. She spun into his side, clinging onto his arm. His body was actually somewhat warm. She was actually pretty cold too. She just hadn't noticed it until now.
Isabel went in listening to him, making a frown when he spoke of went he was outside at this time and in this weather. "That's unfortunate" she sighed out, looking up his arm. It must have beena good thing that she had been woken up by the hollow. Bad things probably would have happened if such a thing hadn't happened. Then he went on to offer her a place to stay, and she was reminded of how freezing her flesh was. She didn't usually take to staying indoors, let alone staying with another person. This time though, as a cool ran down her spine and made her shiver, she couldn't really deny him. "I would really appreciate that... your name..." she didn't know his name yet. She had a bad habit of getting close to strangers. It made her laugh sweetly.
"What's your name?" She questioned in an amused toned, wrapping her arm around his add they began to walk. It wasn't a long trip, just around the corner and a few houses down. When she spotted her beloved bush, she released him, jogging over to first put on her corset top in some attempt to get more clothes on and warm up, even if it was barely anything at all. She then flung her bag over her shoulder, pacing back to her new friend. She ran right into him on purpose to get back to what Anthony he could offer. He had to live close by. What he had would suffice until then just fine
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