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Post by Francis Grin on Apr 17, 2013 17:44:27 GMT -5
Participants: Myzaraphiston Synderfell (Primera Fraccion), Zeich Yajuu (Squad 7 Seventh Seat) World: Soul Society Thread Setting: Death Enabled Rating: R Location:
The Shinigami graveyard. Not much to speak of in terms of cover or higher ground, and intervention may not be entirely likely anytime soon.
Special Conditions:
No special conditions.
Circumstances:
It was difficult for her to get to this place. It took many interrogations of her Shinigami test subjects to figure out where this place was, where she could open a Garganta to enter, how to overcome the barrier that attempted to stop her ingress. But in the end, Myza was able to do it. She has entered within the walls of the Court itself, close to the execution grounds itself.
However, this is no attack, no invasion, no harvest of test subjects. She has snuck into the most guarded area of the Seireitei for one reason: To mourn the passing of one Kamikawa Hibiki. Unfrotunately, fortune has seen fit to have someone interrupt her...
Post by Myzaraphiston Synderfell on Apr 17, 2013 18:54:06 GMT -5
She had not believed the other Shinigami when he had said it. She had denied that Hibiki could be dead. After all, unlike most other Shinigami she had fought, he had beaten her. He had beaten her in the first true fight that she had gone through in ages, and did it to protect his home, to ensure that the people that he was charged with defending would remain safe. He had embodied everything that a Shinigami should be in her views, and had proved himself fit. He couldn't have died, not while there was so many others who were more deserving of their ends.
But there had been a nagging thought in the back of her head afterwards in Hueco Mundo, once her struggle against the latest Vice Captain had ended. What if he was telling the truth? The thought had consumed her for days afterwards, until she couldn't bear it anymore. She interrogated her freshest Shinigami captives, demanding that they tell her about the Squad 4 Vice Captain. She ate the first two that had told her he was dead, but as more gave her the same answer, Myza knew it had to be true. Hibiki was dead.
She spent the next few days away from her position in Los Noches after that, knowing that showing her weakness, her fall to the emotions of the lesser races, would bring her nothing but trouble from the other Arrancar. So she spent time back in her old hideaway in the Forest of Menos, secluding herself as she felt the emotions she normally tried to keep hidden overwhelmed her self control. For five days, sorrow and remorse had kept The Mistress of Pain away from everything, including her favorite pastime.
She had pulled out of it when she saw a strange crystalline growth on one of her older experiments. It stirred a memory of a custom, one that humans liked to go through when they were saying their own goodbyes to those who had passed on. It seemed that it was the least she could do for the man. So she threw herself at preparing for this task, getting information on where she might find him.
It had been difficult, but in the end, Myza had made it to the Grave. It was the furthest she had ever been in the territory of those who hunted her kind, and she had her reiatsu concealed as well as she could. She searched through the graveyard for almost an hour before she found it.
Hibiki Kuchiki
Friend and Brother
A healer to all in need
She stopped in front of it, simply staring at it for a moment. She carried a large metal orb in her hands, her chain wrapped around her waist to free them up for her package. The orb itself looked rather odd, thanks to the variety of wires that attached to a keypad on the front of it. She kneeled down, setting the orb off to the side and unwrapping her chain from her waist.
"Such a simple epitaph does not do you justice, Mr. Hibiki...." the arrancar mumbled to herself. "I will have to ensure that the others understand better...." She rose the hooked portion of her chain up, slowly approaching the stone with it. If anyone were to come by right now, it would certainly seem like that the Arrancar was about to deface a grave. But surely nobody would come by.
Post by Zeich Yajuu on Apr 20, 2013 0:15:02 GMT -5
The soft patter of rain broke Zeich’s concentration as he roamed the streets of Seireitei, his eyes lowered and his thoughts turned inward. The Seventh Seat had always been an introspective person, constantly thinking over his actions and what they meant, and as a result he often came off as a quiet stoic. Atop that, his muted emotions and his dislike of conversation just made him seem stand-offish and distant, which while the latter was true, the overall image was not. Zeich was just a man of few words and not much desire to speak them, especially since conversation seemed unimportant. He had no problem working with others, and had developed small relationships with a few of the other Shinigami. It was hard to really identify the subtle complexities of Zeich’s quiet nature without getting to know him, and because he was hard to get to know, he wasn’t easy to understand.
Zeich found himself looking up at the grey skies that loomed above Seireitei, the image bringing to mind the last time it had rained. The Shinigami had been doing the very thing he was doing now, wandering the streets, though he had been working through a much more painful dilemma at the time. When last it rained, Zeich had been dwelling on the death of a comrade among Shinigami, one of the few that he had come to think highly of, Hibiki Kuchiki. The medic had been somewhat of a mentor to the younger Shinigami at the time, sparring with him and helping him to better understand what it truly meant to be strong. However, he had died before that lesson had truly been learned, and as a result it was still a mystery that Zeich spent time puzzling through.
Thinking of Hibiki pulled at the old wound like a knife twisting in his stomach; Zeich frowned as he paused, a hand resting on his chest. It still was an odd feeling, these powerful bursts of emotion, and the Seventh Seat still did not feel comfortable with them. With his normal feelings generally muted, such strong emotions usually left him feeling on edge, jittery without cause, because he didn’t know how to deal with them. Grief was especially new; anger and elation were both ones he had felt in the past and could tolerate fairly well, but Zeich never really got too attached to things and tended to just accept when they were lost. When Hibiki had died, however, the Shinigami had begun to truly mourn, and though he kept his pain concealed behind the usual cold mask, it did bother him.
Zeich realized that he hadn’t taken the opportunity to visit Hibiki’s grave in a while; he had been distracted with a variety of missions of late, and as a result had been distracted, letting the pain sink to the back of his mind for a while. After a while, he had simply forgotten the sorrow, but now it came back to him full-force. Resolving to make one last trip to the grave to give himself some closure, and perhaps some time to think, the Seventh Seat changed his route so that he’d go by the Sokkyokku Hill, near which the grave was placed. At very least, Zeich figured that he owed the medic a moment of his time to pay his respects, and so he quickly made his way towards the graveyard.
It wasn’t a long trip, by far, and soon Zeich found himself at the grave site. As he approached, the Seventh Seat noticed that Hibiki’s grave had another visitor, and he slowed his pace. Not intending to eavesdrop, he nonetheless could hear the woman speaking to herself about the grave not being a proper epitaph. Curious, the Seventh Seat started to draw closer… until he noticed that the person was wielding some sort of bladed chain, and was holding it over Hibiki’s grave. Was she attempting to dig up the grave, to deface it in her anger at what seemed to be an improper interment? Zeich reacted without thinking, which was an unusual act for him, and suddenly lunged forward in a quick dash, catching the woman’s shoulder and halting her progress for a moment.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Zeich’s tone was still as cold as ever, but there was a slightly clipped tone to it, a hint of anger that peeked out from beneath the mask. Anger in such levels he had experienced before, and so it didn’t put him off, but that didn’t stop the Seventh Seat from trying to bottle it up anyway. “I don’t care if you don’t approve of the quality Vice-Captain Kuchiki’s burial; I will not allow you to desecrate his final rest.”
Post by Myzaraphiston Synderfell on Apr 25, 2013 20:58:30 GMT -5
Myza had been too caught up in her mourning to immediately notice the interloper. In fact, she hadn't even realized that he was there until he actually touched her. Prior to touching her, however, Zeich would have been able to see that the woman kneeling in front of the grave was nothing short of beautiful. Her body was well formed, with curves in all the right places. These curves would be accentuated by form-fitting white outfit that she was wearing, a simple thing that had white strips of leather along the joints. He wouldn't be able to see her face, due to the fact that her long brown hair was in the way.
However, that obstructed view disappeared as soon as he touched her. She quickly turned towards Zeich, eyes widening as she revealed her face. The seated officer would be confronted by the sight of her mask as she turned, which would immediately tip him off to what she was. That wasn't all that gave away her nature, however. Her skin didn't give at all when he gripped her shoulder. In fact, it was like taking a grip on iron that had been covered by a simple cloth, not like grasping a normal person. Lastly, there was the fact that he could easily see her Hollow Hole from this close, even if she was kneeling on the ground. Unless he had no idea what an Arrancar was, Myza's nature would be obvious.
However, he wouldn't get very long to dwell on the fact that there was an Arrancar here, at Hibiki's grave. "Mierda!" That was all that Myza said as she quickly began to stand up, swinging the hook she was still holding at the man's upper arm as she turned to face him. "Why must you Shinigami always find a way to interfere with what I wish to do?! I am not even disemboweling anyone this time, nor did I intend to! But now I have to deal with an insect like you before you try to escape and alert the entire Seireitei to my presence." Myza glanced off to the side, staring at the grave. She'd first have to lure the other Shinigami away from the grade before fully incapacitating him, though. It would be disrespectful to ruin the boy on Hibki's grave, after all.
Post by Zeich Yajuu on Apr 29, 2013 7:22:20 GMT -5
As soon as the woman began to turn, Zeich knew something was wrong. His whole body had been tingling instinctively, as if he intuitively knew something was wrong, but he had taken it as a flight of fancy, his natural wariness and paranoia seeing everything as a threat. But from the moment he grabbed her shoulder, that sense of wrongness flared up even worse than before. The reason why took him a moment to understand, but then it occurred to the Shinigami that it had occurred when he had grabbed the woman’s shoulder. And that’s when he realized that it didn’t feel natural, almost like armor was layered atop the skin; however, there was nothing there! Clearly this was some spiritual ability that the woman possessed… and it made Zeich think of one such ability that Soul Society was very familiar with: Hierro.
Arrancar…! Zeich’s eyes widened again, but for just a brief moment and only the barest of fractions, but it was enough to suggest that he was startled. Reflexively, his free hand went to Ventus, though he did not immediately draw it. To do so was to instigate combat, and Zeich was not wholly confident he could handle even a low-level Arrancar with his minimal spiritual strength. Rather than release his weapon from its sheath, the Shinigami took a reflexive step backwards, analyzing the situation as quickly as he could to decide his best course of action. Doing so actually allowed him to avoid the woman’s chain as it swept through the area where his arm had been only a moment before, though he hadn’t noticed it coming in his shock. Mentally he berated himself for his lack of awareness even as he prepared himself for potential combat.
A look at the woman suggested that she was not unfamiliar with combat; though her outfit may have been for more ascetic reasons rather than practicality, there were few handholds due to little material in the first place. Atop that, against an average male her exposure and well-curved form would have drawn reaction; Zeich was unaffected merely because the sexual aspect of his life had long since been rejected as primal and uncontrolled. The chain she held in her hands was a fierce weapon, bladed along its links so that not only would the thrown hook be capable of dealing lethal damage, but even a near-miss or a constricting wrap could be dangerous. The Seventh Seat made sure he’d keep an eye on that weapon, as it could spell the end for him in a heartbeat.
However, Zeich had one advantage, should it come to a fight: this Arrancar, whoever she was, was flustered and upset and thus incapable of reasoning completely. Zeich, on the other hand, was focused and calm aside from his initial shock at seeing an Arrancar within Seireitei, his mind clear as crystal. Even as the woman yelled at him, the Seventh Seat tried to determine the best way to attack. That Hierro made him a bit wary; due to his own low spiritual strength as compared to his physical one, Zeich knew from the reports that he’d be unable to cut the woman. Atop that, many Arrancar were reported to excel in that same category, meaning that his own weapons would be as brittle as glass in a clash of steel. This forced the Shinigami into hand-to-hand combat, using his Zanpaktou only for their released abilities rather than their use as weapons.
All this was considered in the few moments that the Arrancar was venting her fury, and Zeich broke from his thoughts as she finished. “…Are you quite done? I do not know what foul deed you intend with Vice Captain Kuchiki, but I do not intend to let you desecrate his resting place. You know as well as I do that by the time I go for assistance, you could have committed your act and been long gone, with us the fools once more.” It was more than the stoic Seventh Seat spoke on average by far, and atop that, the edge of anger was still in his tone. How dare this woman, this… monster think that she could threaten such a solemn sight? Anger was forced back down, swallowed up in the ice of Zeich’s cold nature, but it was present in his body language and the swell of his Reiatsu. The strength of it was nothing compared to the Arrancar’s, and she would probably brush it off. But there was something more to it, something unusual that she’d sense within it… something familiar.
You can feel me, can’t you…?
Zeich brushed the inner voice away, still afraid as to what it meant, what it was; the fact was that he, too, felt something horribly familiar about its presence, that dark desire for blood and death. But that was a problem for another time; for now, there was this Arrancar to deal with. The Shinigami knew full well that going with a standard attack would not suffice for dealing with the woman, however, and so he reached down with his left hand, drawing Ventus from its sheath. The thin, slim sword was more akin to a rapier with its thin, flexible blade, held comfortably in the Seventh Seat’s hand as he held it before him horizontally, arm outstretched. With his free hand, he sent a Hell Butterfly fluttering off, alerting his Captain and Vice Captain of the potential threat within Seiretei.
“ Let your howl echo to the four corners of the world, Ventus.” Releasing his Zanpaktou, Zeich freed it from his grasp only to let it begin spinning, gradually growing faster until it was a disc of steel. Slowly the disc refined itself into a new shape even as the gauntlet that was part of its form appeared on the Shinigami’s left forearm and hand, creating a bladed disc that easily slid into place across Zeich’s limb. The chakram rested comfortably in front of his left forearm, almost like a small buckler in terms of its overall radius, though the cross-like inlay that was within the ring would be ineffective against stabs and other narrow forms of attack,
Even as it was finished forming, the weapon spun briefly, twisting so that the point on the bladed ring that was marked with a “W” was facing his wrist, and thus forward. As Ventus switched to its Western mode, Zeich’s strength was diminished, but his already impressive speed doubled, allowing him to move at unnaturally fast speeds without even making use of a Shunpo. The Arrancar wouldn’t know this, however, as she had never encountered Zeich and thus did not know the powers that Ventus possessed. She would learn soon enough, however, and the Seventh Seat was determined to keep the woman busy long enough for aid to arrive; this would be easy enough, given his highly increased speed.
And then he was moving at lightning-fast speeds, nearly four times the Arrancar’s own; in a flash, the Shinigami was up in the woman’s face, his hand grasping for her throat and grabbing it in his own firm grip. Though his strength was diminished due to Ventus’s effects, Zeich was still far stronger than the average person, and could make use of his physical prowess no matter what. The hand on the Arrancar’s throat would squeeze momentarily for the sake of getting a grip before the Seventh Seat bore his opponent to the ground, pinning her body as best as he could using his own weight. If he could keep the woman’s arms held fast, then the bladed chain she made use of as her main weapon would be useless. She would still have access to Cero, however, and Zeich made sure to pay attention with his ability to sense energy; if something began to build up, then he’d retreat immediately.
“If you would talk, tell me your name.” The anger had finally been mastered, and Zeich’s emotions were under control once more. “I wish to know so that Hibiki may know the scum that would threaten his final rest when I speak with him after.”
Post by Myzaraphiston Synderfell on May 12, 2013 23:29:25 GMT -5
Myza's brow furrowed somewhat as the Shinigami spoke after her little speech, a small look of worry on her face. She had wanted to take her time with what she had intended to do at the grave, to take the time to try and honor what was the best Shinigami she had ever met. But this man's arrival had outright ruined that idea, and now he was speaking to her as if she was some sort of monster. She knew that she had been actively building up a less than sterling reputation in the eyes of Shinigami, but even they should recognize when someone was coming to mourn the passing of a friend.
And then she felt his reiatsu. It was, in a word, Pathetic. It was even worse than an average human's spiritual strength! The fact that he was even trying to stand against her while sending out the Hell Butterfly was ridiculous. He had no hope of penetrating her Hierro, no matter how long he tried to adapt to it. And she could shatter his weapon simply by Granted there was... an odd feeling about it, much like that of the other seated officer she had fought in one of her previous raids. She shifted her stance somewhat as Zeich drew his sword, wary of the odd reiatsu. It was an unknown factor, and unknown factors could get an individual killed. The stance was also because a weak spiritual imprint generally indicated enchanced physical capabilities, which meant that the Shinigami would almost certainly take this fight to close quarters.
However, it was then that Zeich made a grievous error: He released his Zanpakuto. Myza's eyes widened at that, and she internally cursed. Now, even without that butterfly, the Soul Society would know that something was amiss. A Shikai would draw in anyone who could feel it, even with the pathetic spiritual presence that this Shinigami had. Thanks to his move, she would have even less time to pay her respects to Hibiki, and perhaps wouldn't even be able to leave her gift for the man. All because yet another Shinigami took offense to the mere fact that she existed.
As Zeich changed the direction of his chakram, Myza altered the grip on her own weapon, grasping only the parts of the chain nearest to the hooks. She also took one other action as Zeich suddenly advanced upon her, his form blurring. She stopped concealing her Reiatsu. Zeich would be able to feel the full extent of her power now, and would feel the slightest of effects from Gravitational Pressure. This would almost certainly cause a moment of hesitation on his part, a brief span of time as the realization of what Myzaraphiston was like hit him.
That would be all the time that Myza needed. Zeich had closed the distance between the two of them, gotten right into the arrancar's personal space. It cut off what he could see out of anything but his peripheral vision, had given him less time to react to any strikes that the Arrancar might try. And now he would pay for it. Myza swung her right hook up into his field of view, drawing his eye to the implement as it lashed at the weapon on his wrist. However, it never hit the Chakram, veering off course slightly, more likely than not drawing the Shinigami's attention to it still. However, it was never intended to hit in the first place. Myza had simply used a feint to draw in Zeich's attention, one that even his skills in analysis would most likely have trouble recognizing as such. She wasn't necessarily a master with her weapon, but she knew that the unfamiliar nature of the Zanpakuto would put most people on guard simply because of it's nature alone, and that her massively superior spiritual energy would make even the slightest tap of her weapon shatter his own. If he was experienced enough to know this himself, he would be wary of any potential threat against his fragile weapon.
At the same time as the feint, Myza's left hook would come up the short distance from her waist to bury itself in the man. The hook wouldn't be in for long as she quickly ripped it out, leaving behind a ragged, bloody gash across most of the Seated Officer's left side. What's more, he would be hard-pressed to react to this, even with his enhanced speed. If he had followed the feint that Myza had used with her other hand, that would have drawn his attention away from the other hook in the first place. If he hadn't fully shaken off the effects of feeling all of Myza's spiritual energy come out at once, that would have worked against him as well, slowing him for the vital second it took for Myza to complete the strike. Even disregarding those two, if he had continued his original attack, the movement of his arm would have concealed the short motion that Myza needed to slash with the hook, thus adding an extra layer of concealment to her attack.
After this attack, Myza would take the opportunity to speak. "Did you honestly think that simple speed would be enough to cow me, Shinigami? That it would be enough to defeat me? There are far faster than you in Los Noches, ones that would make you seem like a slug in comparison. Now scurry away, before I have to truly desecrate Mr. Hibiki's grave by killing you on it. I only came here to pay my respects to the only Shinigami who ever impressed me! The only Shinigami who understood that your purpose in God's plan is to protect others, to ensure the stability of the cycle that leads to the creation of the Chosen People! The only man among you who has fought me not because I had a mask, not because I have a hole in my body! Hibiki fought me only because he desired to protect his home, to protect all of those threatened in the battle! You say that I am desecrating his memory by simply being here? YOU desecrate his memory by spitting on his ideals in the presence of his own grave! YOU attacked me not because I was doing harm to others, not because I was trying to kill you! You attacked me simply because I am an Arrancar! I hereby find you guilty of tarnishing the memory of the first man in my existence as a member of the Chosen people that I could love. Now, retreat, or accept your punishment at my hands!"
Post by Zeich Yajuu on May 29, 2013 10:25:32 GMT -5
Time was his. Zeich moved at blindingly fast speeds across the distance towards the Arrancar who had been threatening to desecrate Hibiki’s grave, his feet barely touching the ground with each step. His weapon remained at his wrist, rather than being released; the Shinigami knew better than to make use of the actual Zanpaktou thanks to his low spiritual strength, which would allow numerous opponents to simply shatter the weapon with a single blow. Instead he made use of its latent abilities to increase his combat prowess, enabling him to move at increased speeds or increase his strength. That was why he could swoop across the battle far faster than the Arrancar could simply react, hand outstretched to grab at her throat.
And then it happened. The woman let out her spiritual pressure, causing Zeich to suddenly shift his plans. It didn’t take much to suddenly plant his feet into the ground and jump backwards, reversing his momentum in just a brief moment. It was enough to keep him out of range of the woman’s bladed chain as it was brought up in a close-range stab with the Arrancar holding her weapon by the base of the hook. It was a devastating means of making a long-ranged weapon work even up close, when it was normally an awkward tool in melee combat. That meant that this Arrancar knew what she was doing despite wielding a long-ranged weapon. That should have been obvious, however, as this was an Arrancar he was dealing with; Hollows that made it to such a stage were deadly threats.
Once distance was placed between the two, Zeich held himself at ready, watching his opponent’s moves. The woman did not make any attempt to follow or attack, suggesting that she had something else in mind… or so it seemed until she started ranting about being interrupted in paying respects and being judged for being an Arrancar. Zeich was admittedly a bit surprised at the sudden onslaught of anger from the woman, though his stance didn’t waver. The only indication he gave was the slightest raising of his eyebrow to express his confusion at the Arrancar’s raving, but even the woman’s sudden burst of anger only got the barest reaction out of him. Clearly, he was not one to be moved easily.
Zeich spoke quietly, almost quickly enough to cut the Arrancar off; he began only the barest fraction of a second after she was done. “…Are you done yet? I don’t care to understand your thoughts or your reasons, Arrancar, but I can assure you your race bears no meaning to me in this situation. The moment you raised your weapon to defile Vice Captain Kuchiki’s grave was the moment you became my enemy. Whether you are an Arrancar or otherwise, it makes no difference in this matter.”
The Seventh Seat took a deep breath to calm himself, to prevent the anger that was bubbling up within him. Hibiki Kuchiki was one of the few people that Zeich had started to grow attached to, one of the few connections that he had allowed to form, and now his memory was being threatened. Even if it was just a marked stone to honor the fallen medic, it was the symbol that mattered. It was a sign of the impact Hibiki had left on the seated officer, causing him to care about something logic dictated held no value. It was just a stone, a rock that had words carved into it; why should it provoke such a reaction? Zeich didn’t know either, but he planned on protecting what his heart held dear, even if his head didn’t.
Another flash of speed came, this time from a Shunpo; against such an incredible burst of speed, which was over forty times her own, the Arrancar wouldn’t be able to react immediately. A single blow would come at her stomach, a fist clenched and striking with a sudden burst of power as Ventus was reversed, moving to its Eastern pole. Zeich’s strength was suddenly doubled, and his fist rocketed forward with an immense amount of power behind it, slamming into the Arrancar’s lower torso, right below the sternum. The Seventh Seat knew that he couldn’t win by cutting through the woman’s Hierro, as he lacked the spiritual strength to do so, but it only worked to prevent attacks that pierced the skin. Blunt trauma and force could still go through, in theory, though Zeich had never seen research on the matter; he had simply acted to protect something, and adapted to his reaction as best as he could.
To protect something… was this your strength, Vice Captain…?
And yet he still died…
Immediately after his blow, Zeich reverted Ventus to its Western form, getting his speed back and leaping out of range before a counterattack could come. He was particularly wary about the chains, knowing that getting out of their range would be difficult; if the Arrancar was half as skilled as Zeich suspected, then she would be able to wield her weapon viciously, making use of both the bladed links and the hooks on each end. The Seventh Seat suspected that it may be best to remain in Ventus’s Western mode, simply to keep ahead of the chain; the woman wasn’t that fast, at a first impression. Speed with the occasional switch to strength would be necessary in order to hold the Arrancar off until help arrived; Zeich harbored no illusions of winning. If he could keep the woman away from Vice Captain Kuchiki’s grave, that would be enough.
Face it, what has defending someone done? It’s made a martyr, a sacrifice out of someone strong for the sake of someone weak.
Shut up! I don’t know either, but it doesn’t matter. It’s my duty, my debt.
Your “debt," hm? Well then, why don’t I remind you of your debt to me… Time stopped again as Zeich felt himself being dragged into a memory.
The rope tightened, and suddenly the world was tinged with red and black haze. There was pain, constriction… a laugh echoed in the background, and then words came from even closer. “Bargain struck…” There was a face before him, wolfish and inhuman, white skin coating it… no, a mask! Yellow eyes glowed with evil intent as they met Zeich’s. Aa wicked grin spread across the demonic muzzle, a sense of pleasure and satisfaction rolling off of the beast like waves of oily liquid. The boy felt fear; fear of dying, fear of this monster. Yet for some reason he accepted the monster’s presence, and a bargain had been accepted. What was this bargain? He couldn’t remember…
Time shifted. Suddenly the constriction was gone, just leaving a burning pain around Zeich’s throat. His hands felt warm, wet; looking down, he stared in horror at the blood coating them. What had happened? A glance around showed over a dozen bodies, their throats ripped out, chunks of flesh simply torn away from the rest of their bodies and creating a scene of carnage around him. Zeich’s eyes darted to the bodies, and then back to his hands, and they widened in horror as he realized what had happened. He… he had killed all of these people. He didn’t remember doing it, but at the same time he felt… a horrible joy, a bloodlust, a desire for more that felt alien and wrong. He quickly forced it down, even as he fell to his knees, the last of his life spent…
Master, snap out of it! Zeich’s eyes suddenly refocused; it had only been a second or two, but it had left him wide open for the Arrancar to recover from her attack. That time could have been spent better preparing for her counterassault, readying the Seventh Seat for anything that could be thrown at him. Quickly he shifted, tensing his legs as he prepared to dodge should something come at him. A mental list of potential attacks came to mind; the Arrancar possessed her chain, which could be used at short or long distances, as well as the standard array of Hollow attacks, like Cero and Bala. It would be more effective to keep the battle in close-range, but Zeich knew that his low spiritual strength would prevent that from working; if Ventus was broken then the Shinigami would lose his only advantage. For now, he had to just wait and watch.
Remaining Reiatsu: 650/1000 (-50 for Shunpo, -100 for two Ventus shifts)
Post by Myzaraphiston Synderfell on Jun 7, 2013 1:08:29 GMT -5
Lord almighty, she hated the fast ones. They were so bothersome. The initial Shunpo had been fast enough to catch her off guard, and Myza was too slow to react to his punch without a way to give him a moments pause. But then something very interesting happened. The Shinigami slowed down as he was punching. There was no more blurring of his strike. It was as if he had suddenly just been lowered down to Myza's speed after his weapon had re-oriented itself.
And that was all that the Fraccion needed to start putting the pieces together, to figure out just what his Zanpakuto was doing for him. She didn't have enough time to counter his punch now, and thus it connected. However, if Zeich had been expecting it to hurt her much, he would be sorely disappointed. Blunt force trauma was indeed a viable way to get past Hierro. However, achieving it with simple brute force from a punch wasn't the way to go about it. Not only would the Hierro still absorb the vast majority of the blow, but actually contacting the Hierro was ulimately detrimental to the fighter's appendage, since it would be like hitting a solid slab of iron with as much force as you could bring to bear.
That wasn't to say that the Seventh Seat's attack had absolutely no effect, though. The blow sent Myza stumbling back a few steps, and she made a retching sound as she struggled to regain her breath from the blow. As Zeich retreated back, she opened her mask, doubling over as she held on to the spot that the Shinigami had hit. There was another retching sound from her, and a black fluid sputtered out from the opening in her mask, staining the ground below her. There were some definite chunks in the fluid, along with what appeared to be an eye. And even with Myza's own resilience, that had hurt. It wasn't anything more life threatening than sore muscles and enough force to both knock the air out of her and make her vomit, but it would still leave a nasty bruise later.
After this, Myza would take the time to quickly wipe away the last few drops of the black fluid that clung to her mask, staining her white outfit. "Don't act like you're so innocent in all of this, boy. You may claim that the fact that I am an Arrancar doesn't matter. But tell me, if I had been a Shinigami, would you have been so quick to attack me? To release your Zanpakuto? Or would you have simply just asked what I was doing, warned me away? Unlike Mr. Hibiki, you simply don't understand. None of you Shinigami ever do."
Throughout her speech, Myza would not make a move herself. After all, thanks to the Shinigami's recently revealed ability and his tactics so far, she had a relatively good idea of what he was capable of. He would be able to outspeed her easily with the position the chakram was currently in, so she would simply have to wait for him to inevitably come to her.
Zeich’s speed easily overwhelmed the Arrancar, and he was pleased when his fist connected solidly, slamming into the woman’s middle with its enhanced strength. The blow sent pain rocketing through his arm, and he could feel the muscles strain and the bone creak; such a blow against Hierro had its consequences. Still, he got the results he had wanted, and the Arrancar was coughing, hacking up the contents of their stomach from the impact; even though Zeich had likely hurt his arm to the point it was severely weakened, he had still inflicted a noticeable blow, something most low-seated officers could not claim against an Arrancar of any rank. It wouldn’t be enough to win the fight, but it would certainly slow the woman down for a few minutes, and every second counted; the longer Zeich delayed her from escaping, the sooner help would arrive to capture or kill her.
The Seventh Seat winced as he stepped back, feeling numbness spreading through parts of his arm. He might not have broken his arm, but the potential was there for at least a minor fracture, and it would be hurting soon enough. It meant that he had to be careful with the use of his right arm, now that it was damaged; thankfully the Shinigami was ambidextrous, and could fight with both hands. Still, he would have to be very cautious, lest that weakness be exploited. It would probably be best to leave Ventus in its Western form and fight carefully, striking only when he was sure that there would be no retaliation. Attrition would have to win out while assistance arrived in the form of a Captain or another high-ranked officer; Zeich had no illusions that he could win this fight directly.
The Arrancar seemed inclined to talk, and as that was a potential delaying tactic that he could make use of, Zeich replied immediately, hoping to stall a bit longer. He was not a conversationalist, but he could at least hold the woman’s attention. “Innocent? Hardly. On average I do expect the worst from an Arrancar. You are Hollows made into the likeness of Shinigami, claiming our powers and using them to further your own dark ambitions. You deign to consume and kill, to wreak havoc. You are foul, evil creatures, and there is nothing else that can be said about any of your race. But in this instance… you are completely wrong.” The intensity in Zeich’s eyes showed that he was speaking with passion, something he rarely did; the man’s emotions and feelings were usually muted and buried. “Hibiki Kuchiki was a great man, who died while doing his duty and defending what he believed in. I would cut down anyone who threatened his memory, whether it be Shinigami, Arrancar, or human. No one has such a right.”
Zeich’s hand tightened as he gripped Polaris, tempted to draw her from her sheath, but the Seventh Seat knew his other Zanpaktou would be useless in this situation. Not only would it be unable to pierce the Arrancar’s Hierro, but it would also break easily against the woman. Instead of resorting to weapons combat, Zeich would have to remain with hand-to-hand. He wasn’t particularly skilled at it, but he wasn’t without some talents either, and he remembered much of what he had been taught about combat against Hierro; joints and blunt force were the way to go. However, without some way of mitigating the damage done to the limb upon a direct strike, Zeich knew that blunt force was out; he had learned the hard way that it would only cripple him to deal minor hits to the Arrancar. He would have to aim for joint locks while he looked for any other weaknesses that might aid him.
Zeich was moving again in another blur of movement, keeping Ventus in its speed mode. The Shinigami darted in towards the woman, but at an angle, using two non-Shunpo steps to blur rapidly across the area. In a second he was behind the Arrancar, and then he was dashing forward again, closing the distance. Even if the woman had a fair amount of reaction speed, she would be hard-pressed to be turning sufficiently in order to counter with her chain. Cero was a potential option, and Zeich kept his senses tuned to pick up any Reiatsu-based techniques charging. It wouldn’t do to be struck by a Cero just as he was closing the distance, rendering evasion useless at point-blank; if he anticipated anything in the slightest, he could simply jump back and out of the way, or Shunpo past the attack. He was confident his speed and reflexes would allow him to dodge.
Then he struck. Zeich moved in close, bending at his right knee so that he would be able to push off of the ground with a Shunpo in case of a counterattac, pushing him away. It wouldn’t be the most graceful launch and probably leave him spinning slightly, but it was better than the injuries he could accrue. His other leg shot out horizontally, the booted foot connecting powerfully against the back of the Arrancar’s knee. Should she not dodge or prevent his attack, the fast strike would at least cause her leg to buckle for a moment, leaving another opening to strike. If it did not work, the Sixth Seat planned to move back, stay out of melee range unless absolutely necessary. If it did, he planned to follow up. It would all depend on the woman’s reactions to his attack.
Post by Myzaraphiston Synderfell on Jun 16, 2013 22:18:09 GMT -5
The Shinigami was too damn fast for Myza to adequately deal with right now. She was more than adept at utilizing an individual's speed advantage against them in most cases, but thanks to his Zanpakuto, this little brat was too fast for her normal tricks to work. His hit was able to successfully land, causing her leg to buckle for a fraction of a second. However, in return for his kick, he had once again broken bones from striking at her Hierro. And thanks to their location, he would have far more trouble moving around as easily, thanks to his broken foot.
Myza would quickly regain her balance after the hit, quickly turning to face the Shinigami. "Give up. You are a member of the lesser races, inferior to me. I have far more power than you will ever possess. I am the master of your Fate, and if you continue to stand in the way of my desires, I will-" She stopped suddenly, her entire body seizing up. A look of horror crossed her face, one that would be incredibly obvious to the Seventh Seat. And a fraction of a second later, he was able to feel what had caused this reaction: Reinforcements had arrived within the range of their ES.
The female arrancar slowly shook her head at this, as if her denial would stop the situation from developing. The parts of her face Zeich could see were quickly succumbing to a look of sadness, and the Arrancar began to quietly speak some words. "No.... Nononononononono.... This wasn't how it was supposed to go!" Zeich would be able to see tears forming in the Arrancar's eyes, dripping down onto her mask. "All I wanted to do was pay respect to the man I loved.... To say goodbye.... And you..."
Myza stopped there, a sudden focus dragging her attention to Zeich. Her eybrows furrowed together, her eyes lighting up with an unadulterated hate. She suddenly aimed a hand up, green energy charging up in it. However, the Shinigami was not the target. No, Myza was aiming at Hibiki's grave with the charging Cero. "If I don't get to pay my respects to Mr. Hibiki..." At the end of that statement, a gargantuan blast of green energy would fire out, consuming the entirety of the grave and utterly disintegrating it. "THEN NOBODY CAN!!!"
Post by Zeich Yajuu on Jun 17, 2013 2:25:59 GMT -5
Zeich felt his foot connect with the woman’s limb, and though he heard a pop upon the hit and felt the grinding of bones as the threat of fracture became more than just a possibility, the Arrancar started to buckle beneath the blow, her balance lost. The Shinigami pushed himself back as he had planned, his body twisting as he moved himself out of the way, landing carefully as the Shunpo carried him away from his opponent. His ankle quivered under the weight of his body as he landed, and Zeich quickly shifted his stance to avoid worsening his injury. He was doing well in buying time, but in doing so he was doing more damage to himself than he was to the Arrancar, meaning that if help didn’t come soon, he would have to resort to keeping far away lest he injure himself too severely to continue the battle.
As he shifted himself, the Arrancar regained her balance and began talking down to him once more. Zeich’s eyes narrowed at the woman’s philosophy about how Arrancar were the superior race, about how he was standing in her way; he disagreed with such a cocky and arrogant attitude, though he said nothing. No race was superior because of power or strength; it made them the fittest for survival and the race most likely to last beyond each generation, but it did not make them superior or inferior by birth. Zeich himself had little self-worth as a Shinigami, but he held himself above murderers, monsters that devoured souls in order to survive; his duty, his role, and his meaning was to protect, to defend humanity and the cycle of souls that made up existence. He was proud of that, despite his low self-worth, and saw himself as far better than any form of Hollow.
Zeich started to disagree, but a tug at his senses, the faintest echo of another’s Reiatsu, caused the Shinigami’s head to turn slightly. Help had arrived! The Seventh Seat could easily tell that it was more Shinigami come to help; they didn’t have the same foul aura that the Arrancar before him possessed. Quickly Zeich moved back away from his opponent, using Ventus’s power combined with very careful steps in order to make a fair amount of distance between the two of them. Each step caused a wince across the Shinigami’s face; if his foot wasn’t broken, it was still fairly injured, and excessive weight could only aggravate it worse. It was enough, however, and soon he was out of range, letting help arrive.
However, just as the Shinigami were arriving, the Arrancar turned towards Hibiki’s gravestone in a fit of rage, proclaiming that if she could not have him, no one could. Zeich, surprised by the suddenly vehement response, could only watch as the gravestone was blasted into oblivion by a powerful Cero, not even dust left where it had once been. The ground beneath was empty; Hibiki Kuchiki’s body had never been found, and thus there was no coffin, no body within the grave. Zeich watched as the destructive Cero was unleashed out of impotent rage, his eyes pitying the pathetic creature that stood before him. And then, once she was done, he spoke quietly, carefully.
“What have you accomplished here, Arrancar? You have placed yourself in enemy territory, helped draw a crowd towards your presence, and destroyed an empty grave. You’ve proven yourself to be self-centered, unbalanced, and worst of all, unfit. You call yourself superior, a member of a better people, yet you have let a low-seated officer make a fool of you. And in the end, you behave like a child, destroying what you cannot have. I pity you, Arrancar.”
With that, Zeich turned to leave, to let the other Shinigami handle any remaining matters. There was no reason for him to remain, to be a part of this spectacle; he had said his part, and no longer wanted to be anywhere near the scene. Aside from that, he wanted to get away from the Arrancar, to take time to think. Before the woman had destroyed Hibiki’s gravestone, Zeich had seen tears flowing down the woman’s face, bitter tears of frustration and pain. He had not thought Hollows could cry, could feel anything besides greed, hunger, the desire to consume and destroy. But he had just seen an Arrancar cry; what did that mean? Were Arrancar more human than everyone believed? Was there something more to them than the Shinigami suggested?
Post by Myzaraphiston Synderfell on Jun 21, 2013 12:23:17 GMT -5
Hate was an uncommon emotion for Myza. She could count on one hand the number of people she loathed beyond all rational measure. And that was only if you counted some of the ones who she had already eaten. So, in a way, Zeich should have been proud of himself. After all, he had just earned a special place in Myza's heart.
Under any other circumstances, she would have torn Zeich to pieces, right then and there. There wouldn't have even been enough bloodly scraps of him left over to even think about identifying the body. Sadly though, these other ten Shinigami were intruding on her personal space. There was even one that was gung-ho enough to try and slash at her. Myza didn't even look his way as she cut his Zanpakuto in half with her own chain, simply staring daggers into Zeich's back.
"How dare he... He thinks he can insult me like this?" she slowly hissed out, parrying yet another Shinigami who foolishly attempted to rush her, quickly redirecting her chain into the man's eye to counter him. She calmly flicked her wrist sending the man stumbling backwards into another Shinigami who was trying to cast a Byakurai at her, not once breaking her gaze from Zeich as he walked away. "He thinks he can disgrace me?! Does the little swine even know who he's dealing with?!"
Myza released her gravitational pressure once again, forcing some of the other Shinigami who had been attempting to harm her to the ground. Most of the reinforcements were now incapacitated without Myza even trying to fight them. REMEMBER ME, SHINIGAMI!!!! I AM MYZARAPHISTON SYNDERFELL!! AND THE NEXT TIME WE MEET, YOU WILL BEG FOR DEATH'S SWEET RELEASE!!! The Arrancar woman flicked her wrist after that, opening a Garganta behind her. She simply stepped backwards through it, never taking her eyes off of Zeich until it closed shut.
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Later...
The Forest of Menos. In all of the realms, there were few places considered as dangerous as the underground of Hueco Mundo. It was filled of the apex predators of Hollow-kind, the Menos Grande. They could be found literally everywhere in the forest, and each possessed a great deal of power in their own right. However, even they knew that there were far worse things than even themselves in this forest, things that would almost certainly kill them if they were encountered while angry. And in the section that Myzaraphiston Synderfell had established as her lab, it was obvious to everything in the area that she was furious.
“DAMN YOU, SHINGAMI! DAMN YOU, DAMN YOU, DAMN YOOOOUUUUU!!!!!!” She had just returned to her lab after her ill-fated attempt to visit the grave of Hibiki Kuchiki, and was pounding on a stone table with a collection of beakers upon it, each of her hits serving to underscore her rage. All she had wanted to do was pay her own respects to a man she had loved, damn it! And she had been denied her chance to do so by some weak, simple minded little fool! Myza hit the stone table one last time, shattering it into pieces. “YOU INSIGNIFICANT LITTLE INSECTS!” she screamed in impotent rage, picking up one of the slabs left over from the table like it weighed nothing. “I AM A MEMBER OF GOD’S CHOSEN PEOPLE, AND YET THEY WOULD STILL DENY ME OF MY DESIRES?!” She threw the slab at a wall, shattering the remnants of the table in cracked, ruined shards. “INSECTS! FILTH!! TRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAASSSSSSHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
Myza collapsed to the floor after this, her screams giving way to wracking sobs as she did so. The female Arrancar spent a long span of time just sobbing on the floor of her lab as the raw jumble of emotions she usually kept suppressed came pouring out of her. Eventually, her sobs petered out, and she shakily got up from her position on the floor. She needed to be back to Los Noches now, back among Kouhai’s army and the Most Fit. But she couldn’t give them any indication that she had been weak like this, no. That meant she needed to tend to her appearance again, something that this lab was thankfully able to help her with. She began to move towards the small, constantly-replenishing pool of water that she had created from one of her experiments, rinsing off her face some with a few splashes of water. However, just before the third splash, she stopped.
She was staring down at the reflection she had in the water, looking at her face for the first time in quite a while. Her features were nothing short of beautiful, a fact that she had long known to be true, even before she died oh so long ago. However, that was not what she focused on. What she focused on was her mask. There was something new there, something she had never seen. Her mask... Her mask was cracked. There was a thin line down the middle of it, splitting the toothy grin into equal halves.
She stared at it for a long while, as if hypnotized by the slender fissure in her mask. Thoughts filled her, bringing her to think about her own ascension into being an Arrancar. She hadn't been brought to this state by the Hogyoku, unlike others. No, Myza had torn off her own mask just a few short years ago in order to increase her own power, and had become an Arrancar by doing it. She had recognized the mask as limiting her potential then, and had gone through much pain to remove it.
She slowly reached up, tracing a finger along the crack, feeling a small pulse of power coming out of it. She slowly began to smile underneath her mask, slowly beginning to laugh. Her laughter rose in volume and intensity, eventually reaching the heights of full-blown maniacal laughter. "Unfit? He calls me unfit and pathetic?! Then let me make myself more fit! More powerful! God has seen fit to give me this gift, and now...." Myza reached up to her mask, grasping tightly on one side. "NOW I SHALL MAKE USE OF IT!!!"