A Hollow Shell of a Healer [R/NDE]

[Valentin Acciai]

Thread Title: A Hollow Shell of a Healer
Participants: Valentin Acciai & Kamikawa Hibiki
World: Human World
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: Vicinity of Karakura Hospital.

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Special Conditions: None.
Circumstances: Kamikawa Hibiki has traveled to the human world to study the medical advances in practice among the living to make up for his own mysteriously lost abilities. When he arrives however he comes to learn of an Adjuchas class Hollow by the name of Valentin Acciai prowling the grounds and a hospital being likely to harbour Pluses it cannot very well be left alone despite the danger.

[Valentin Acciai]

Today's intrigue would be a lung transplant, a mother and her son lay next to each other on surgery beds both unconscious under the influence of anesthetics as a multitude of doctors and nurses swarmed around them. A rare breed of person the son was willingly giving up one of his lungs to save his mother who was in failing health and the hollow who watched from a distance found such sacrifice amazing. Indeed, the adjuchas by the name of Valentin was observing near a set of windowed off benches where medical students observed the surgery from a multitude of live screens, pens constantly scratching against notebooks. He would have preferred to be inside the actual surgery room rather than separated by the windows but with so much motion within the room that would have been unwise as someone could have bumped into his invisible self and make a huge mess.

Granted even if something did go wrong today the patients wouldn't die, he doubted the fine doctors of Karakura could fail this surgery skilled as they were but today he would be the somewhat terrifying and unorthodox guardian angel of the two family members, ready to intervene with the abilities he had been granted in death to make sure the sacrifice of the son would not be in vain. Too bad giving them each a fine set of lungs each would have attracted too much attention... well, maybe he could improve the lungs they did possess into a better state! ''Yes, yes that could work just as well.'' he told himself, the index finger of his clawed right hand scratching against the sharp chin of his mask.

As he did so however he got the strange feeling he was being watched, his reflexes quite honestly were subpar and his skill at picking up reiatsu signatures nearly nonexistent but he had noticed something from the corner of his eye thanks to his honed senses, that much was undeniable. and as such the adjuchas stood up from the edge of one of the benches in which he had just been sitting and looked to the one entryway out of the observers room. ''I don't much like being interrupted. Much less so on my own turf, scamper off now and leave me be'' He warned the stranger. Fullbringer, hollow, shinigami or what else he wasn't about to let anyone interrupt without paying for it. The cost however? that would depend on however much entertainment he could squeeze out of them.

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{Stats n Stuff}
Strength - 150 [51] (34%)

Speed - 250 

Spiritual Pressure - 250

Reiatsu Strength - 260 [520] (200%)

Light Aura - 50

Dark Aura - 50

Instinct - 190 [65] (34%)

Senses - 150

Energy sensory - 50 [17] (34%)

Healing Expertise - 400 [800] (200%)

Total SP: 1700

• [Pain Tolerance] [3]
• [Bleeding Tolerance] [2]
• [Stealth] [2]
• [Swords] [3]
• [Acrobatics] [3]
• [Street Fighting] [2]
• [Cero] [2]

[Kamikawa Hibiki]

Once more Kamikawa Hibiki, former officer of Squad Four, had made his way to the world of the living in search of a way to recover his lost talents. Today he focused not on the spiritual side of things but on the medical training that seemed to have left his brain. He continued on with the plan of immersing himself within his chosen problem area in hopes of reacquiring his talents by osmosis. For this purpose he had snuck away to Karakura General Hospital. There was quite a bit of activity at this place. Even if it was no John Hopkins it was certainly good enough for him to observe, and Karakura raised a lot less questions anyway.

While he could always follow the routine of some boring clinic work or watch a nurse make chart notes he had instead opted for finding the most interesting thing going on in the building. In this case (hah, it’s a pun because it’s a mystery) he was following Doctor Ishi. Given that Ishi translates to Doctor, Hibiki was sure that plenty of jokes had already been made. So what made Doctor Doctor so interesting? It was the patient that he was dealing with of course. The patient had initially presented with disorientation, said something about his leg, and then shit himself and passed out on the reception counter. While it could have been any number of things, it was likely going to be eventful to diagnose.

Doctor Doctor and his team had brought the patient, John Doe, straight into the intensive care unit. Given that he had passed out right at the counter, the disorientation, and some kind of discomfort in his leg, there was a lot of shouting about it maybe being a stroke or a heart attack. The initial diagnosis seemed to fit, aside from the part where he shit himself. Hibiki didn’t seem to think that made sense with the idea of a stroke, but he also knew that he wasn’t on his A-game. Besides ruling out acute conditions that caused sudden death was the safe play to make.

The crew hoisted him up onto a gurney and wheeled him away lickity split. Honestly the Shinigami struggled to keep up with them. It wasn’t terribly surprising to him that the in-shape mortals were faster than he was, but he managed to avoid losing sight of them. Once they got him hooked up to everything, it was clear that he was having neither a heart attack nor stroke. His pulse was completely normal, and his breathing wasn’t labored at all. Every vital statistic seemed to be nearly perfect. Doctor Doctor had been called in at that point, as no one was quite sure what was wrong with the man, and they had to get to the bottom of it fast.

”Falling all over himself, not sure where he is, and he shat himself. Sounds like he’s just drunk to me. Pull some blood out of him and check his blood alcohol level. If it’s below 0.1% then I’ll buy him a bottle.” With those words, Doctor Doctor seemed pretty sure of his diagnosis. His colleagues were quick to pipe up though. ”But Doctor, his breath doesn’t smell like alcohol. More like…” the young nurse leaned in to sniff before she finished with, ”bacon. Surely if he was tanked enough to pass out we’d smell something.”

Of course this elicited nothing more than an annoyed groan from Doctor Doctor. ”Maybe he drank it with his ass? What do I look like, a frat boy? All I know is that the kids won’t shut up about how you can get plastered off one can of pisswater up the butt. Probably shoved some whiskey up there, underestimated how bad an idea that was, and then drove himself here like the idiot he is. Run the bloodwork.” Hibiki was sitting back and diligently taking notes through this whole thing. Of course that diagnosis wasn’t his first guess, but it too seemed to fit. This one actually explained all the symptoms, except from something being up with his leg. Still, it was a decent shot.

It was the same nurse that had objected to this idea that ended up pulling his bloodwork. She ran it over to the lab and waited. A bit bored by waiting for lab results, Hibiki wandered off while the tests were run. He instead popped into the gift shop for a little while just to browse the shelves. Maybe he could at least get a good idea for something to help improve a patient’s spirits from looking at that. Before too long though he wandered back to Doctor Doctor’s office and waited for the nurse to bring the test results over. Soon enough she was there with the results in all their glory.

”Negative for alcohol. Any new ideas hotshot?” Doctor Doctor paused to sip his coffee before he responded in a tone that made it ever so clear how few fucks he gave. ”Just one. Wake him up and ask him what’s wrong. You know, standard intake procedure and all that.” A few exasperated sighs later, the doctor and nurse were back at the bedside of John Doe. Doctor Doctor had brought one of the little hammers you use to test reflexes with him, and had used it to figure out just how hard you needed to bonk a not-drunk on the forehead to wake them up. Though the nurse was appalled, the method was effective and didn’t leave a mark.

”What are you so pissy about? I’m just testing his reflexes.” It was of course just as he had turned to explain himself that the John Doe woke up. ”Where am I? Are you an angel? Why does my leg still feel funny… and what’s wet?” Ah, how lovely, a babbling series of questions right before the patient decided that he needed to puke all over himself. It was with that that Doctor Doctor remarked that he had the information he needed, and that it was time for the nurse to go help John Doe get cleaned up. ”After you’ve got him sanitary, get a scan of his head and rerun the bloodwork for full toxicology. Something ain’t right up there.”

With Doctor Doctor on his way back to his office, the nurse did as instructed with quite a lot of complaining. The patient was still conscious, and thankfully was able to get himself out of his clothes. One of the small blessings of the day. Once he was fully naked, the nurse got him a nice little hospital issued patient gown and wheeled him off to go get his brain scanned. The test took a little bit. During that time the patient managed to reveal that his name was in fact Joe, but couldn’t express much more than that. Instead it just rehashed versions of the same few questions. Eventually the scan was completed, and the results were brought over to Doctor Doctor. The bloodwork would have to wait a bit, as the full tox screen would take awhile.

After a few minutes examining the results a new conclusion had been reached. ”I’m going to have to go with a diagnosis of Cavernous Sinus Thrombosis. A very fun little condition where you have a blood clot near the brain, right behind the sinuses. Very hard to get out, very much going to kill him sooner or later. Go ask him if he’d like to live or not. I’ll schedule the surgery.” As always, Doctor Doctor seemed perfectly confident in his diagnosis, but his way of expressing it meant he wasn’t earning any points with his nurse. If nothing else, that detail didn’t seem to bother him very much.

Quite a bit of convincing was needed, but the patient agreed to have surgery. The nurse brought a strong protest to Doctor Doctor that the patient was in no position to give informed consent as he was too disoriented to process his situation properly, but Doctor Doctor was more concerned about saving his life than doing things the “legal” way. And so surgery was scheduled, the patient was put under, and procedures were done. As a diagnostician and not a surgeon, Doctor Doctor was forced to sit back and watch. What the surgery team found was not a blood clot, but rather a small fragment of a bullet. There was no sign of an entry or exit wound, and no other fragments could be found. Though they didn’t have the whole story, the man had clearly been shot at some point.

In the sky above the operating theatre Hibiki continued to take careful notes about the case. The latest decision to do a brain scan had made sense to him. He didn’t understand all the details of it though. Oddly enough he felt more of a kinship towards the patient at that moment than he did towards the Doctor. He too had a haze over his brain. Everything was harder than it should be, and no matter how much he focused it only seemed to get worse. That was why he took the notes. He didn’t want to forget the things he figured out, which he was scared might happen given his diminished capacity for healing.

What was truly perplexing to him was the bullet fragment though. He didn’t observe any kind of scarring or deformation anywhere on the man’s body, let alone close to his forehead. But that was one puzzle that he actually managed to figure out that left Doctor Doctor confused. John Doe had a tattoo on his shoulder, and that tattoo had been designed to cover up the entry wound. It was almost impossible to notice the scarring underneath all the extra pigment, but it was definitely there. Sadly there was no way for HIbiki to communicate this to Doctor Doctor as the medic hadn’t brought a gigai with him. Oh well, in the end it wouldn’t help the diagnosis much anyway.

Diagnosis wasn’t completed either. Though the bullet fragment had been recovered, everyone involved was shocked to see that the patient’s symptoms persisted when he woke from his anesthesia induced slumber. He was still disoriented, and still couldn’t provide any useful medical history or background as to how he got there. Thankfully the tox screen had come back, however it didn’t reveal anything bad in his blood. All that was off was one marker that they hadn’t checked earlier: blood sugar. It was criminally low, and it was no wonder that he had passed out at reception. The man was going into hypoglycemic shock! Emergency room service was ordered, and Doctor Doctor massaged a Mountain Dew down John Doe’s throat.

A couple of sodas later, his blood was redrawn and rechecked, this time just with a diabetic test strip. If nothing else in the day went right, at least John Doe couldn’t complain about the amount of blood he had to give up that time. Only one problem left. His symptoms had gotten worse still, and his blood sugar was normal. They were running out of possible explanations, but then it hit Doctor Doctor. He re-examined the blood work one more time. Sure there was nothing bad in there, but there was something good in it. Clopidogrel, more commonly known by it’s brand name of Plavix, was in his system in a normal dosage.

There was only one answer left. An allergic reaction to the drug in his system. Doctor Doctor popped a few Benadryl into his patient’s system and waited. Fifteen minutes. Nothing. Thirty. He asked if he was at a hospital. Thirty five. He felt kinda sleepy but said his name was actually Joe Jarkarta. An hour. The patient had passed out from the side effect of the Benadryl. On the bright side, he hadn’t shit himself or vomited anymore. He woke back up a few hours later and seemed to be decently aware of what was going on. At that point his biggest issue was going to be a hospital bill, not his health.

What a rollercoaster of a ride. The case had taken all morning and most of the afternoon to resolve, and Hibiki’s notebook had several pages full of notes thanks to this. With that case settled, and his curiosity sated, he felt a little bit better about his medical ability. He would have made most of the same decisions as Doctor Doctor, and that meant that maybe his brain fog wasn’t as bad as he thought it was. Or maybe he too was cured by the presence of the no-fucks-given diagnostician. Hard to say. Either way he had seen enough for one day, and it was time for him to head out. Soul Society was where he needed to go.

Up, up, and away, the medic had started to go. Right up until he phased through a floor and saw a Hollow sitting inside the hospital. Fuck. He didn’t pay a ton of attention during the hollow slaying class, but he clearly recognized this was some category of Menos Grande. He couldn’t tell if it was Adjuchas or Vasto Lorde at first glance, but either way he knew it was unlikely to be a fight that would end in his favor. ''I don't much like being interrupted. Much less so on my own turf, scamper off now and leave me be'' Fuck, it had detected him. It seemed to be willing to let him go, but despite everything else, Hibiki was still a soldier.

”I’m afraid I can’t do that. You know that your kind and mine are destined to fight whether we want to or not. Shall we take this outside?” His hope was that, if nothing else, he could lead the Hollow away from the patients. His oath had always been to do no harm, and starting a fight inside the hospital walls would definitely do harm. It was at that moment that the medic cursed himself for his weakness. A mere hollow should be nothing to him, even if it was a Vasto Lorde, but in his current state he was sure that he was only buying time. Hopefully someone would come to save him, but he wasn’t holding his breath that his pitiful reiatsu would be detected before he got killed.

In hopes that the Hollow would follow him, Hibiki phased up through the ceiling onto the roof of the building. He was dressed on this day not in the uniform of a God of Death, but instead in naught more than a pair of scrubs. Given that he had been here to observe the doctors at work, the costume of a nurse had made sense to him. The only thing that was even vaguely out of place was the zanpakuto strapped to his waist. Shame it wouldn’t help him much in this fight given that he could barely hold the thing up. It would all be over soon he figured. Either someone would detect his reiatsu fluctuating and come investigate, or he would just get eaten. Oh well. Time to die.

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{Stats and Skills}
Stats
Strength - [50{25)] Points
Speed - [50] Points
Spiritual Pressure - [25] Points
Reiatsu Strength - [25(37.5)] Points
Light Aura - [100] Points
Dark Aura - [0] Points
Instinct - [50] Points
Senses [80(40)] Points
Energy sensory - [0] Points
Healing Expertise - [0(0*2=0)] Points
Total SP: [280] Points

Skills

• [Kido] {1}
  
• [Battle Analysis] {1}
  
• [Hakuda] {1}
  
• [Mental Incantation] {1}
  
• [Calm Mind] {1}
  
• [Pain Tolerance] {1}

[Valentin Acciai]

”I’m afraid I can’t do that. You know that your kind and mine are destined to fight whether we want to or not. Shall we take this outside?” ah, so it was a shinigami then Valentin told himself as he got a proper look at the interloper, he could easily have mistaken him for a Fullbringer since he wasn't wearing his shinigami robes. Fellow even seemed like he was trying to blend in, were they here for the same reason, to study? it seemed likely but the soul reaper had made it clear the hospital wasn't big enough for the both of them, well it was, big enough for hundreds of them to be fair but it was meant in more of a i have a duty to perform so please die? kind of way.

his eyes wandered back to the procedure one last time as he made sure things were progressing well before his gaze wandered back to the annoyance ''Now that is something that you and you alone are insisting at.'' he said in response with the barest hint of a sigh ''At least you have the courtesy of not sacrificing the humans here to get the drop on me like so many others, yes let's take this elsewhere.'' the hollow uttered and soon after vanished from sight, disappearing to the realm between realms like so many hollows did. Phasing through buildings in this immaterial realm he stepped outside the Ulcera he had used to travel and reappeared on the roof of the hospital, a large open surface it would serve their needs well so long as Valentin made sure to restrain his abilities.

With any luck the shinigami would do the same, they had after all wanted to avoid human causalities which was peculiar to him. Regardless, now that the two of them both found themselves on the roof it was time to begin the show and while Valentin was far from aware of the true state of his opponent he was certain of his superiority in this case, after all he hadn't been mouthed off at about how much of an inferior creature he was, that was usually a clear indicator of what he was up against. ''So you got what you wanted, a clear and open spot for your comrades to retrieve your zanpakuto from after i give you the big nibble.'' he said with a fanged smile that oozed of confidence.

As if welcoming him the Adjuchas spread his arms apart and made a slight bow as might have been done by the European gentry hundreds of years ago ''No regrets i hope? of course not! brave example like yourself must be steaming with eagerness to slay me!'' he said as his tail waved back and forth playfully until, without warning the tip of it pointed towards the shinigami and a dagger sized spike shot forth towards him at a speed of 600 aiming for his guts. It would be Valentin's opening gift to his playmate for the day, of course he fully expected the man to survive. ''Ah, name's Valentin by the way, Valentin Acciai, shouldn't forget to introduce myself now should i? politeness of a duel and all.'' he claimed despite having the gall to initiate a foul strike.

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{Living Spike Shots}
Technique Name: [Living Spike Shots]

Class: [4]

Technique Type: [Hollow]

Usable By (Technique is available to which races?): [Hollow]

Technique Element: [Organic]

Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect): [This technique allows Valentin to fire off spikes that can be grown from any part of his body in front of wherever he's aiming the spikes to a penetrating power equal to his Reiatsu Strength and a Static Speed of 600. The spikes on average are the size of a short punching dagger or 5 inches long and 1 inch wide so they can do moderate harm however there is a limited number of them. On his tail he has 10 spikes usable for that purpose and regenerates them naturally by 1 spike per 50 healing expertise a turn when it comes to those on his tail. Expending Reiatsu he can generate these same spikes from any part of his body with a cost of 25 Reiatsu for two spikes.

This technique acts as a stepping stone for further abilities as the spikes fired from his body are still alive and connected to him for a time, his Reiatsu visibly still present in them. They are made from an outer layer of bone structure with a fleshy inside akin to an organ though initially inert and malleable until another ability makes use of them and gives them purpose. Should there be no resistance from the body it hits for example a friendly and aware target then the spikes will upon penetration sacrifice their bone exterior to heal the wound made upon entry after the organic part has gone inside. Even if they do not strike a target they will still become a beacon for his spiritual energy and just as capable to transform to suit his purposes. this flesh eventually dissolves within twenty minutes whether or not having a host to sustain itself from and would have to be replaced to continue it's duties.]

How to use technique (How is it activated?): [By aiming the concerned body part in a chosen direction and simply forcing them out by contracting his muscles, in short flexing them out.]

Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc) (Insert Below)

Supply of fired spikes must be regenerated.

Always go straight so they can be easy to predict.

If the relevant muscle structure is notably injured this technique cannot be used from there until healed. When altered with a technique, a spike takes on the ability granted by that technique, but cannot be altered further.

Incantation and Effect:

Made By: Valentin Acciai

Reserved? (Yes/No) (Can others use your technique, or just your character?): [Yes]

[Kamikawa Hibiki]

As always, Hibiki listened incredibly closely to every word that his opponent spoke. At his core he was an analyst. Whether it was analyzing the wounds on someone’s body, the actions they took in a fight, or the words out of their mouth, everything was a clue towards solving the puzzle that was his life. His opponent didn’t seem to want to fight. That was puzzling. It said that only he insisted that they were destined to fight. Did he not wish to fight because he feared his death? No, that didn’t seem to be the case. There was disappointment in his voice, not fear. It simply wasn’t that he was afraid of Hibiki.

But he had continued on. He mentioned that Hibiki had the courtesy to not sacrifice human lives for a cheap shot. There were a number of details wrapped up in that sentence. First and foremost, it meant there had been not just one attack on this hollow before but many. And all of them had failed. This hollow was still alive after surviving what could best be described as multiple assassination attempts. Given that previous combatants had been willing to risk the lives of bystanders, that was the fitting word. They weren’t merely attempts to slay the monster, but attempts to brutally eradicate it. And it had survived them all. This was not good. This Hollow was strong. Maybe it would have even given him problems at the peak of his power.

And there was more still in that statement. He had chosen the word sacrificing. At first glance that might not mean much, but that word had importance as well. This hollow valued human life. That much was clear. A sacrifice was always something of value. You didn’t sacrifice worthless items. You destroyed them. You discarded them. You forgot they even existed. But he saw it as a sacrifice. This hollow, whoever he was, valued human lives at least higher than a mere object of curiosity. Perhaps he had not been here to feast, but for some other purpose entirely. It was entirely possible that Hibiki had simply been a racist. Normally that was safe, but he may have found an exception to the “all hollows are bad” rule.

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{Play This – Clavar La Espada}

Soon enough though they were both on the roof of the hospital, and the hollow had taunted him a bit. Standard fare really. He did answer one of the taunts though. ”I wouldn’t really call me eager. Not my favorite part of the job. But it’s a job. I don’t get to make the decisions anymore.” That was a bit of a bitter note for him. Were he still in full control of his powers then he would be making the decisions for the most part. Were he Captain of Squad Four then there were very few outside the Central 46 that could oppose his authority. Even the other captains knew not to question a medic… most of the time.

Hibiki had eyed the creature’s tail. It was troublesome to fight an opponent that had an extra limb at their disposal, but it didn’t appear to be prehensile based on the creature’s anatomy. Then again, he could be wrong. He had been wrong about a lot lately. Like this whole thing being a good idea. It really wasn’t. Before he had time to dwell on that very long though something whizzed off the tail of the creature in front of him at a speed so fast that Hibiki couldn’t track it. He had to react on his gut instinct rather than any kind of plan or actual counter. There simply wasn’t enough time for his brain to process things with him as he was.

Thankfully there was some distance between them. If not for that, he’d have been dead on the spot. He had been standing in a neutral, conversational stance. His left foot swung backwards into a fighting stance as his only response to the attack that came his way. Truth be told, he was massively slower than the projectile. He honestly appeared to move in slow motion by comparison. But that’s where the distance came in to play. Even with the massive difference in speed, he had a lot less distance to cover. That’s what was his saving grace. His body only needed to pivot and move a portion of a meter, whereas the projectile had to cover just over a dozen.

Were it not for the distance then there would have been no hope of dodging something so fast. Once more he cursed his weakness as he realized he hadn’t dodged it entirely. The front of his scrubs had a horizontal slash through them, and there was a thin line of blood on the right side up to the middle of the cut in his scrubs. If he had been even a tenth of a second later that spike would be embedded in his stomach. As if to further insult him, the hollow offered a name, and called this a duel. His personality continued to be something of note. The idea of it being a duel was certainly intriguing.

Hibiki planned to use this to his advantage. ”You say this is is a duel, yet you resort to surprise attacks before I can even return a bow?” He bowed to the hollow in kind, hopeful that no attack would come his way while his guard was down. If this beast was even half the gentleman he pretended to be, then the medic was safe for that moment. ”My name is Kamikawa Hibiki, officer of the Fourth Division.” He wondered if Valentin would know what the Fourth was. Had other Shinigami, those that had failed to kill this hollow, ever mentioned it? Just to be safe, he explained. ”Though I may be a medic, this is still my duty.”

It was with those words that Hibiki “vanished” from Valentin’s sight with a step of Shunpo. He was only actually double Valentin’s speed with his step technique, so it was quite unlikely that the Hollow would lose track of him from such a movement. That said, Hibiki didn’t attempt to go behind or around the Hollow. Those were the moves everyone expected. Instead he went head-on at the creature, stopping only inches from it. Without a word he cast the best spell he could muster. The Fourth Way of Destruction, Byakurai! A single, slender bolt of lighting leapt from his finger straight at the mask of the hollow.

If this attack was unable to hit, then there was a strong chance that Hibiki was out of options. Though the good ol’ Shunpo into Byakurai combo was one of his standbys even when he was at full power, it was now effectively the only tactic he had available to him. Aside from that, there simply wasn’t much else he could do. The only other kido he knew were Sho and Diagnose. The latter of the two had no offensive value, and the former had less value than Byakurai. If he couldn’t slay the hollow with this blow, then his only chance at victory was likely gone. Even with that said, he had almost no hope that it would work. Quite simply, he was fucked.

Reiatsu: 175/250
-50 Shunpo
-25 Byakurai

[Valentin Acciai]

”You say this is is a duel, yet you resort to surprise attacks before I can even return a bow?” well duh, he was a hollow after all. He didn't have things like fancy schmancy release abilities so cheap tricks got to fill that role, he didn't even feel too bad sending a surprise attack at the shinigami either as when he heard the man trying to wiggle out of the responsibility of decision-making his mood fouled a little and washed away any initial respect he might have had for the fellow. ''Why of course, since you are just closing your eyes and following orders like a good little soldier would you not prefer i act the part of a hollow?'' he mocked, he would likely have committed the sneak attack regardless as force of habit though.

Still Valentin was a little surprised over the difficulty the shinigami had over such a simple trick, was he even weaker than expected? it seemed to be as such, weak as a no-name grunt. But that being the case this grunt sure had a good pair of brass balls Valentin had to give him that. So he chose to let the shinigami make return gestures even if the man surviving seemed unlikely unless the adjuchas wanted it so. Hibiki as he was named mentioned that he was a medic, this validated Valentin's suspicion that they might have been here for the same reason and made it more the pity that a healer was throwing itself into death. ''A medic going against geneva conventions and going on the attack? well i guess you're not really a human so you don't have to follow those rules, still, more's the pity you wont be able to save any lives if you willingly get yourself killed.''

He had continued to speak even as he was being attacked by the man, he was unconcerned about it to be honest having already been given a sample on how great the difference between them was. In the middle of his little speech the shinigami appeared closer to him and unleashed a Byakurai, a bold move to be sure but Valentin stood still regardless, holding his ground as he finished speaking even with the attack hitting him. The damage would have been insignificant but Valentin had a better idea for how to spend this attack, opening his jaws he sucked the kido inside of himself, absorbing it as shards of the lightning bolt crackled in the air with steaming hostility.

Looking down at the shinigami before him who had gone to such lengths to land a blow on him Valentin merely smiled as electricity crackled from within his mouth and a moment later burst forth under Valentin's control and bee-lined for Hibiki's shoulder. The attack had not been enhanced by Valentin's own reiatsu density but sharing the same reiatsu strength as it's original owner it was dangerous enough as it were to him. The adjuchas would calmly allow the fellow medic to respond to the attack but if he tried to launch another countermove Valentin would react, using his tail again he would have it make a short jab towards the shinigami and unleash the most basic of moves, a bala, lightning fast and plenty dangerous. But, he was restraining himself, purposefully he weakened his own attack to that of maybe a fourth or even fifth of it's original offense capacity. Instead of punching holes through walls as well as flesh he would let his attack be no more harmful than a particularly heavy punch to forcibly push the man back and make some distance.

He was a little angry with Hibiki's behaviour after the man's claim that it was his duty to fight despite his role, and he would let the man know as much as he began mouthing off to him. ''Your dumb ass only has one duty, live. A medic's primary concern is to save lives, their own included! a dead medic never helped anyone you stupid bastard.'' he was actually getting quite angry about this, honestly, professionally angry. Only now did he take his first step forwards, it was a slow step, one meant to intimidate and soon followed by another. ''But who am i to expect shinigami to know anything other than killing.'' he said, words filled with venom and spite.

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{Redirection}Technique Name: [Redirection]

Class: [3, 2, 1] - 7-1.

Technique Type: [Other] - Kidou, Quincy Technique, Bount Technique, Human Technique, Hollow Technique, Other

Technique Element: [None] - If any

Technique Description and Effects: [What does your technique do? How strong is it? What is it's range of abilities? List these things below.]

This is a vicious technique used by strong reiatsu beings. This allows the user to grab a hold of reiatsu, cycle the energy through their body, consume it (therefore making it theirs), and then hurl it back. In other words, one can redirect the enemy's reiatsu based attack by catching it and throwing it back either by spin or just catch and throw.

How this works has been stated above. Now, the important thing to recognize is that there are three classes to this technique. The class 3 version can catch reiatsu of any class except class 1+, and redirect it for half cost of the technique. The class 2 version can do the very same, except it layers the user's reiatsu strength on top of the enemy's reiatsu strength for the returned attack. It also uses the full cost. The class 1 version can return any technique regardless of reiatsu strength, and does so with the user's reiatsu strength layered on top of the enemy's. However, it does so for double cost, and does not work on class 0 techniques.

How to use technique: [How do you use this technique? List below.]

Stated above.

Drawback: [What are the disadvantages and drawbacks of your technique? Don't forget that the drawback must be equal in strength to the technique. List everything related to the drawback below.]

This will burn the user. It will burn their arms. It will burn their insides a bit. They will cook a little. This will strain their body and reiatsu. It can only be used once per post. It shuts off release if used 3+ times in a released state.

Made by: [Admin]

Reserved?: [No]

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{Bala}Technique Name: [Bala] (Bullet)

Class: [6] [Cannot be learned until class 6]

Technique Type: [Hollow Technique]

Technique Element: [None]

Technique Description and Effects:

A straightforward and simple technique that hardens the user's Reiatsu and releases it like a swift blast of spiritual energy. While the technique is not nearly as powerful as a Cero, its speed is 20 times faster and allows for it to be fired in quick repetition. The orb of reiatsu fired varies in size and strength, some Arrancar creating one the size of a basketball with the rough power of a massive punch, and others creating Bala with enough power to blast holes in adversaries. Some Espada can create Bala as large and powerful as an average Arrancar's Cero.

How to use technique:

The user must first aim and then fire the technique, as is custom of any projectile type.

Technique Drawbacks

50 Reiatsu cost.

-12.5 Redirection(Byakurai)
-50 Bala
Reiatsu: 2362.5/2500

[Kamikawa Hibiki]

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{Play this - Naruto OST - Reverse Situation}

Of course it went like that. The hollow wasn’t even vaguely fazed by Hibiki’s attack. Instead, it simply swallowed it up, but the crackle of lightning did not immediately vanish. Even with Hibiki’s lessened abilities, this was a time where his experience came into play. Just because he couldn’t use such a move himself anymore didn’t mean he didn’t recognize this technique for what it was: Redirection. Heck, the technique was honestly similar to how Pinstripes had changed to function when Amaya had wielded the zanpakuto. Energy goes in, changes path, and energy goes out. All Hibiki could do was hope that it meant the return attack he had to deal with was only as strong as his own Byakurai.

He did have one nice advantage though. He didn’t have to move at all. His body was still aimed in the exact pose that he had shot the Byakurai with, and that meant that his right index finger was still pointed right at the head of the Hollow. Were it not for that advantage then it might have been impossible for him to defend himself at all. As luck would have it though, he had an incredibly easy attack for him to deal with, relative to how bad it easily could have been. Wordlessly he cast a follow-up Kido. The only other offensive move in his arsenal was used: the first way of destruction, Sho.

Were it not for his pitiful reaction times he might even have cast Sho before redirection had finished, but that was what held him back in that moment. The two spells of his own making clashed in midair and resulted in a shower of sparks that cascaded around the two combatants. Both of them had assumed the same thing though. That attack wasn’t enough to end the fight in either of their favor. It did confirm something nasty for Hibiki though. He had no way to hurt this Hollow with his Kido unless he managed to get in a trick shot of some kind. Against an opponent who outclassed him so significantly that was not going to be an easy task.

And of course the medic wasn’t given any time to try to think up a followup plan. Without a moment’s notice there was a bala headed his way. Thankfully it had not been a complete surprise. Hibiki had seen plenty of bala and cero in his past lives, be it his own, or from within Amaya’s soul. He knew it’s telltale sound cue, effect, and how dangerous its speed was. He had also picked up one something with this opponent specifically though. There was movement in its tail right before the spike had come out, and the medic’s peripheral vision caught some movement from the tail just after the clash of spells had occurred. That gave him enough of a notice for at least some kind of reaction.

Unfortunately there wasn’t anything good he could react with. There wasn’t enough distance for him to outrun the bala. Even with Shunpo his speed was too low at that moment. He stood no hope of countering it head on with Kido either. He was far too weak to do that. So how did he react to an attack like that? Well, he barely did. The medic attempted to draw his sword and put a hunk of spiritual steel between himself and the attack. Only a few problems with that brilliant idea of his. Did I say a few? I actually meant like 50 problems. It really wasn’t a great plan at all.

First and foremost, his swordhand was still out in front of him, so he had to draw with his left hand in a reverse grip. That wasn’t a good sword stance to begin with… and Hibiki never claimed to have any talent for zanjutsu either. Even with him having used the closest hand to draw, there was also the problem of their relative speed. Valentin was far faster than the Shinigami. And this time Hibiki didn’t get the advantage of having to move less distance for his objective to be met. Neither of these were the clinching factor though. No, the thing that made this an absolutely horrible idea was the difference in their reiatsu strength.

Though Hibiki was able to get his zanpakuto drawn from its scabbard, that was all that he managed to do. That did put it in the path between himself and the bala, but given the reverse grip was used it also put his left arm in the way of the attack, right behind his sword. And that’s where the difference in reiatsu strength was so apparent. Even though, unbeknownst to Hibiki, his opponent had held back the Bala exploded against his blade of spiritual steel and nearly destroyed it. It was only due to the small power of a Bala that the entire thing didn’t explode right there. Still, the clothes on his left arm were singed and shards of metal from his sword embedded themselves in his arm.

To say that he was in pain was an understatement. Though it was within tolerable levels, he had effectively turned him enemies attack into a fragmentation grenade. Though it had lessened the direct impact, the sword had ended up with bits and pieces all over the left forearm of the medic. It still mostly resembled a sword, but blood had begun to die spots all over the healer’s sleeve crimson. As if that wasn’t bad enough, it wasn’t the only effect of the attack. The raw force of the maneuver had blown Hibiki backwards a few feet. His left arm was numb from taking that impact as well as the peppering of metal shards.

STOP MUSIC

Instinctively he backed off the Hollow. Though the Bala had started his retreat backwards, he continued to bound backwards quite a few leaps. Clearly this wasn’t going in his favor, and his body had moved on its own to try to bring him to safety. He didn’t bother to waste any energy to cast diagnose on himself. He could tell just by feel that his left arm wasn’t quite broken, but there was probably some degree of hairline fracture. He’d have to avoid using it if he could… but the situation likely wouldn’t let him. Still, he swapped his sword to his dominant right arm for good measure. Hopefully that would at least let him get one more swing in.

Adrenaline surged through his body from the imminent fear of death coupled with his wounds. It was this natural phenomenon that gave him the strength he needed to try to engage the hollow. This time, he did not engage in direct combat though. Though his reiatsu was flexed and ready for the inevitable attack from his enemy, he instead tried to fight it with words. If nothing else he could stall for times in hopes that another Shinigami would detect the signs of combat. He had already cast two Hado, and that was unlikely to go without his masters noticing back at the monitoring room for the world of the living.

”You seem to pretend to know your history decently well, but you should know a medic sacrifices all their protections under the Geneva Convention as soon as they draw a weapon.” His head pointed down to his blade before his gaze returned back to the Hollow. ”And I don’t see a red cross on you, so I don’t think you’re exactly covered. Then again, something tells me Hueco Mundo didn’t sign that treaty. Fun thing to imagine though. Sonken Kouhai sitting at a table with leaders of the human world. And you seem to misunderstand a few other things as well. My dumb ass has many duties.” Hopefully the self-deprecating humor would be enough to keep the Hollow interested in this little monologue.

Every moment he kept the Hollow talking instead of killing him was one more moment that reinforcements could be on their way. ”Any medic who serves in an army and doesn’t see himself as a soldier is delusional. Yes, my duty is to save lives, but it is also to keep the balance of souls and guide those who have died to Soul Society. You can insult me an my kind all you wish, but I serve not just as a mere soldier, but as a guardian of all the worlds against any who would threaten it. Thus far, every Hollow I’ve ever encountered has been a threat to the balance of the worlds with all those souls removed from the cycle. The slaying of every Hollow helps to keep the balance, and that saves all of existence. The death of your kind is a necessary sacrifice for the continued existence of all the worlds.”

He gave the Hollow a moment to chew on his words before he continued some more. He really hated this whole line of “attack” as the whole “balance of the cycle of souls” had been a really boring lecture back in his academy days. Still, maybe it would get the creature thinking, and debating. If he could change this into a debate, that could certainly stall for time. ”So what say you Valentin? You speak as though you value life, yet your kind threatens all the worlds just by existing. How can you justify your kind’s habit of feasting on souls while saying that Shinigami know naught but violence?”

Reiatsu: 150/250
-25 for Sho

[Valentin Acciai]

so things hadn't gone exactly to plan, the clash of kido exploded between them but Valentin still had his way, his bala striking true and forcing his opponent back with some considerable injuries by the look of it with all those pieces of metal embedded in the shinigami's skin bleeding him slowly. there was something odd about this shinigami however, despite his weakness he showed tactical expertise and grit unbecoming of a grunt and it puzzled the hollow as the man darted back to assess his own injuries. The debris of the kido explosion had harmed Valentin none, the weak spiritual power behind the attacks feeling like little more than a breeze upon his carapace armour. 

When the shinigami didn't at once try to retaliate Valentin began to wonder if he had broken the man's spirit and he was considering giving him the offer again to get lost but moments later he was proven quite wrong, the shinigami was trying to buy time with words, a very hollow tactic. Was he expecting reinforcements? most likely, well his hospital fun was effectively ruined then wasn't it. The things Hibiki said though, Valentin was rather amused as he couldn't help but snicker. And in turn that snicker grew into a laughter ''hah! hahahaha! good one i'll give you that!'' the adjuchas responded to his first bit of dialouge ''I did perish in the second great war so i do know that a medic would be permitted to make use of arms in order to defend their patients but indeed if wielded for offensive purposes they would lose their geneva protection.''

''And yes it would be quite entertaining to see that shitbag Kouhai signing papers, not that such would affect myself in any way whatsoever. I'm not one of his subservient lackeys nor do i call Hueco Mundo home, i'm more of a refugee i guess you could call it? problem being it doesn't matter what world i go to, everyone still wants me dead.'' in Hueco Mundo they would try to eat him, in the human world they would try to eradicate him or at the very least 'purify' him, in short purging all parts of his soul that made Valentin himself. Now hearing the second row of shinigami propaganda however Valentin felt more like puking, self righteous scum.

''For the greater good! hurr di durr durr~'' he mocked, ''Most acts of cruelty in the world was for the greater good last i checked. The Soviet extermination of the lazy leeches of society, the Nazi purification of undesirable human traits and disabilities. The enslavement of countless natives all over the world so that they might be saved by the grace of some shitty god. The list goes on and on over what people are willing to do when convinced they are undeniably right in their actions. As for killing my kind being a good thing no matter the number? are you quite sure about that? i do recall a few historical events where your kind had to slaughter tens of thousands of innocent rukongai citizens simply because a few too many denizens of Hueco Mundo were wiped out.''

At the moment Valentin had forgotten all about the actual physical fight, verbally Hibiki was actually able to challenge him but that didn't make the shinigami any less wrong about his haughty assumptions in Valentin's mind ''If you are, as you claim a guardian of all worlds then shouldn't that include Hueco Mundo anyways? should you not be able to tell a good hollow from a bad one? indeed the reason you likely haven't found many of the good kind is because they tend to stay as far away from danger as possible seeing as they are the prey of everyone and their mother with such random slaughter. As for how i justify my existence? i consume those who would feast on humankind and give those who make the mistake of attacking me the opportunity to leave unharmed.''

''You shinigami though? you don't just hunt hollow though, do you? for the crime of existing all quincy too must die, mod souls too, even the lucky denizen of hell who managed to get a pause from their eternal torment is quickly sent back by you. By the list so far i would assume you would kill any Arrancar you see too even if they beg mercy and swear that they do not serve the Espada and would never harm a soul.'' he spat at the ground underneath Hibiki, his saliva mixing with the drops of blood spilled on the roof ''So yeah that would be my issue with you, always dealing in absolutes. But enough of the stalling, alright? don't you have a moral duty of murder to get back to?''

[Kamikawa Hibiki]

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{Play this – Monster OST – Gingerly}

The medic continued his habit of listening carefully to every word that left the Hollow’s mouth. Each and every syllable that he uttered could be the difference between life and death in this confrontation. It was like searching for a bunch of lost kids in a cave. Except instead of kids, you were looking for hints towards the personality of the Hollow and how to keep him from ripping your guts out. Okay, maybe they weren’t that similar after all… but the sentiment was still kinda the same. There was a search, and if you did something wrong then you ended up dead. They totally were comparable. Weren’t they?

Valentin didn’t see the purpose in the greater good, and was quick to break Godwin’s Law. He saw the actions of Shinigami as no more than racism, and not a careful balancing act to keep existence in one piece. It seemed that Valentin didn’t know the difference between the Quincy who killed hollows and the Shinigami who purified them. While Hibiki knew it to be fact, it was unlikely that he would ever be able to convince Valentin of that. No matter what truths or facts he might present, it was mere propaganda to the Hollow. So be it. If that tactic fell on deaf ears then he would have to appeal to the Hollow’s worldview rather than attempting to change it.

What got his attention was the idea of good and bad hollows. Hibiki had never met a good hollow, and the closest he had met to a good Arrancar had been Asuka… but she had still tried to fight Amaya in the end. For all his encountered foes, all the hollows and Arrancar he had ever met had been just a much of a monster as his “racist” interpretation would leave him to believe they should be. You could call it racist if you wanted, but he’d never seen an example of “one of the good ones.” To him, that much was something that had been based on evidence… until now.

The fact that Valentin even mentioned concepts of good and bad meant that he understood the idea of morality at a basic level. That was more than he could say for most of the denizens of Hueco Mundo that he had encountered. Myzaraphiston had acted out of a sense of religious fervor and racial superiority. Kuroi had existed solely to bring despair to Shinigami. Adalo was fear incarnate. All the base hollows he had encountered barely even knew how to speak, let alone wax poetic or trade philosophical points about morality. They tended to eat first and ask questions later. But Valentin might just be different. Valentin accused him of wrong not because of what he was, but what he did.

Or at least that’s what he hoped until the end of the rant. Valentin played the race card in his defense and then turned around and spouted a bunch of racist things right back at Hibiki. That was the ammo he needed. There was the flaw in Valentin’s thinking that didn’t have to argue about right and wrong. There was still hope. Sure, the Hollow knew he was stalling, but did that really matter if the creature didn’t throw another punch? Hibiki thought not. Just because his initial plan was revealed didn’t mean he had to get back to a losing battle. He still had a few verbal tricks up his sleeve to try and save his own bacon.

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{Switch Music – Monster OST – Drift Mind}

”Ah, you see Valentin, I’m not the only one pulling a bit of racism out. The Quincy massacre was a crime of my ancestors, not of mine. In my lifetime, they declared war on us, not the other way around. Mod souls? That’s an order I’ve never bothered to obey. Central 46 can suck it on that one. There’s no reason to harm them. They don’t threaten us, and they don’t threaten anyone else, at least not as a race. They’re in the same category as humans: innocent until proven guilty… at least for me. As for people from Hell, well I can’t say I’ve ever met one, let alone sent someone back.

And I’ve never had a hollow or Arrancar beg for mercy. Were they truly not my enemy, then I would have no reason to fight them, and I think that is the case here even without begging.” Yes, he did just throw a joke at his opponent in the midst of this. With all that said, he lowered his blade. Fat lot of good that having it raised would do anyway. His head was lowered into a bow. ”You have won the fight, but I think we might both be on the same side today. You are the only Hollow I’ve ever met to speak of good and evil, crime and punishment, and seem to be not at all associated with those I am forced into war against.”

His hope was that Valentin wasn’t expecting this change in attitude. There was no ulterior motive. There was no longer even a hope that the reinforcements would show up in time to save him. He knew that if Valentin wanted him dead, he would already be. ”So perhaps it is you that should not deal in absolutes, and realize that I struck out from ignorance, not from bloodlust. If your words are true, then you are not my enemy. In fact, we may even be closer allies than you realize.” He paused a moment to raise his head and sheath his blade. It would do him no good anyways. He made Valentin wait for several precious seconds to let the tension build. He hoped to draw him in even more.

”US 3rd Infantry. Operation Torch. Date of Death: November 8th, 1942. It took me awhile to gather all the details as the bullet through my noggin was a doozy. So answer me this Valentin. Have we been allies all along, or are we fated to be enemies even after icy embrace of death sends us our different ways once? The choice at this moment is yours, and my life is in your hands. We both know that I cannot beat you as I am in this crippled state, so unless reinforcements magically show up in time to stop you, you can either declare yourself my ally, or my killer. What will it be?”

[Valentin Acciai]

Oh gods no, the damn shinigami was shoving the whole 'we are not so different, you and i' spiel at him, icky, clichee and gross all at the same time! the adjuchas gave a slight shudder as to wipe the sentence from his mind as Hibiki kept on trying to establish a common ground. Valentin didn't care about Hibiki's morals specifically in this matter, the hollow had spoken of how the shinigami exterminate all different races as a shortcut to keeping the status quoue so Hibiki being a disobedient soldier that struck out from that plan mattered little to him. ''I didn't even know there was a quincy massacre and don't much care about it, the thing i know is that your superiors want them dead even if they are fully unrelated to the emperor's puppets, just wanting to live in peace even if that includes having to destroy the souls of hollow who pursue them.''

''Is that not the reason you've got the order to kill them? their only way of self defense is giving you a bigger workload balancing the souls so they have to disappear. Erch, never thought i'd be defending the quincy, they're even more anal than you guys, not to mention if one of them were to succeed in killing me that would be it, permanent soul death. Not even the part of me that hangs on to humanity would remain. Despite that i don't mind them existing at all, being reborn in the soul cycle would be the death of your memories anyways.'' he reasoned, and then continued to the next piece, the poor attempt at a joke he heard uttered. ''Oh please, if you had the strength to cut me down you would have done so already.''

He said in an annoyed tone as he crossed his arms, if he was capable of raising an eyebrow then he certainly would have but alas the mask did not come with facial expression features included. For now he would keep his mouth shut as the shinigami kept on playing the spiel of equal and ally which only annoyed him, being a hollow he was far too used to treachery to believe the words that were uttered. Still Hibiki was no threat to him and so far he had been a good way to pass the time if a bit of an annoyance. He was a little surprised they had both died in the same war but then again, it was a world war so the casualties had been enormous enough to logically meet spirits all over the place that had been involved in the affair one way or another.

''Italian 40th Infantry, Date of Death unknown, East African Campaign.'' he replied briefly, he would have given the name of whatever operation he was in if he could have but the Italian army being what it was he had no actual idea as to what was going on back then or even if there were any plans other than Mussolini trying to make the attempt to look like the Germans equal, of which he most certainly was not. ''No, we are not allies, but neither did i look upon you as an enemy so stop with the dramatic questions alright?'' he spoke as a thick smoke began to form from Valentin's mouth, quite rapidly the smoke spread, covering the entirety of the roof with his spores and obscuring vision.

''Since you can't kill me and i don't want to kill you i recommend you go home, death reaper.'' he told the man as if he were a child despite their equal time in death, if Hibiki had allowed himself to stand within the spore cloud he would find that it was completely harmless, even to breathe in but once it did cover the entirety of their small arena the reiatsu signature of the smoke would have changed to something much denser, unfortunately Hibiki wouldn't be able to tell the difference with his limited sensory abilities but at that point he would be infected if within. Should that occur he would come to notice unnatural movements in his injured arm, flesh pushing the fragments of his own blade out from his body and then reforming to their original structure as new skin grew to repair his injuries until finally he would be completely healed in the span of seconds.

''I have decided not to kill you despite the attempt on my life that you have made, do not make me regret this decision.'' the hollow spoke from within the cloud of spores before vanishing once more into an ulcera and back to where he had been, watching a son saving his mother. When gone the spores dissipated and sight within the area would once more be possible, partly because of the windy nature of a roof and partially because Valentin no longer had need of it and this dismissed it. This would be his act of kindness for the day but if Hibiki's friends came knocking next he would not be as merciful as he had been to the fledgling medic.


-125 Spore Cloud (class 7, 25 meter radius)
-400 Spore Cloud (class 3)
-50 Organic Generation (Hibiki's arm)
-75 Ulcera

Reiatsu: 1712.5/2500

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{Spore Cloud}Technique Name: [Spore Cloud]

Class: [7,4,3]

Technique Type: [Hollow]

Usable By (Technique is available to which races?): [Hollow]

Technique Element: [Organic]

Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect): Using this Technique Valentin can expel large quantities of spores from his mouth when he exhales which can form a dense smokescreen of said spores, his remote controlled spikes are also capable of exhaling spores but said spikes would expire right afterwards if used in such a manner and can only be used in such a fashion of they have yet to strike an organic target as access to the gases of the air is vital to it's spread. The spores can remain active for 20 minutes and greatly impedes sight due to it's thickness and blurrs reiatsu signatures greatly as the whole cloud radiates reiatsu. Additionally when in a clash of OS Valentin's RS is used to signify the potency of the spores. at Class 7 the spores are innocuous, meaning that they are harmless and when used at base cost Valentin or a spike can create a 5 meter radius of spores around the point of exhalation although the range can be increased if more Reiatsu is payed ex: double radius for double reiatsu cost.

When used at Class 4 it works much the same however the spores exhaled are active and if breathed in said spores will attach themselves to a target's insides and infest them, each breath counting as if the target had been penetrated by two of Valentin's spikes but causing no direct harm. This however would act as a foothold for him to use other abilities that usually require a target to have been infested by one of his spikes. Lastly if used at Class 3 rather than breathe out more spores all previously exhaled spores instantly becomes active and rather than needing to be breathed will infect targets within the cloud by simple touch at a rate of 2 spikes if temporarily in the cloud and 5 if a full turn inside. The Spores would also be bumped up to Class 3.

How to use technique (How is it activated?): [Exhale large quantity of thick spores that form a smokescreen from Valentin's mouth with him in center of the radius, Remote controlled spikes can use this ability once before expiring to similar effect.]

Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc) (Costly alternative to using Living Spike Shots, easily destroyed or interrupted/blow away by area of effect abilities (especially elemental powers such as fire and ice which kills the sensitive spores). Smokescreen can work against Valentin too. If one has at least 100 Energy Sensory one can tell apart the different shines of the various classes of spores and also tell more closely where others might be hiding within it.

Incantation and Effect:

Made By:
Valentin Acciai

Reserved? (Yes/No) (Can others use your technique, or just your character?): [Yes]

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{Organic Generation}Organic Generation, Valentin has the ability to generate various tissues from anything carrying his Reiatsu signature, not always just from his body. This makes him quite adept at creating organic structures and regenerating himself from injuries as well as that of others and can with sufficient time and Healing Expertise regenerate from the most devastating damage to a body as long as there is Reiatsu to spare. There are 3 different types or tiers if you will of this regeneration, the simplest being the regeneration of muscles, skin or anything at the surface level which would take him 1 turn of healing. The second type being the more serious injury of major muscle and even limb loss where he would be required to grow back a large part of a body from where it is missing, taking the time of 3 turns before fully functional. And lastly the third type being the most complex and important is the regeneration of things such as internal organs which could take as long as 5 turns. All of this regeneration does have a Reiatsu cost of course, the first type being 25 Reiatsu per injury, the second at 100 and the third at 200 Reiatsu. For every 250 Healing Expertise Valentin possesses he can reduce the time to heal by one turn, meaning the lower tiers if he were to become supremely proficient with the healing arts could heal near instantaneously.

Should this regeneration be used to restore any natural armour or weapon then the regenerated spot will be half as tough as it usually was for 3 posts before properly hardening. He can make use of his abilities in others by expending his own Reiatsu at double the price for any technique usable in himself though it requires that a piece of his flesh has been inserted into their body to act as a beacon for his Reiatsu to stream into them by what would look like a thread for those good at sensing energy. While his power can allow him a great deal of comfort knowing that there is no such thing as a permanently lost body part for any he would deign to call friend his abilities do have one great flaw, it's a network and Valentin is the mainframe. Any relatively recent healing from his beacons (Until combat ends or 20 minutes) he has applied to others will rapidly fall apart and unravel should he be put in a state of severe mental distress or unconsciousness, the whole system crashing with him.

[Kamikawa Hibiki]

Well, that was an outright shame. It seemed that the Hollow had no intention of seeing the truth. He didn’t acknowledge the importance of keeping the entire universe from being destroyed, and didn’t realize that he was being a racist too. Sure, Hibiki had been one first, but the Hollow didn’t care that he was applying the sins of other Shinigami to his fellow healer. It was the exact same offense that Hibiki had initially been guilty of at first. Sadly, now his hope for this creature was lost. There was no convincing it that it was wrong, but he had at least bought plenty of time. That was certainly good for his chances of staying alive.

In the end, it looked like things had played out well enough that Hibiki had somehow managed to avoid death though. The hollow didn’t see him as being right, but it no longer saw him as an enemy either. That was a “victory” that he was willing to take. The beast was right that he had no chance at a true victory in his current state. If he were to return to combat then he’d surely be dead within another exchange of blows or two. Given that he didn’t fancy being dead, he was willing to look beyond his duty as a soldier. He had tried, and that would be good enough for his report to avoid getting court martialed.

Of course, things couldn’t always be that easy. As he was standing there on the roof some sort of smoke began to leak out of Valentin. Instinctively the medic began to build up reiatsu inside him to cast a counter-measure. His mind wasn’t as sharp as it used to be, but his body still remembered the basics just fine. Smoke was an inhalation risk, and generally Hollows and their ilk used it as some form of poison. Without even remembering his current state, he tried to cast the twenty first Kaido, Water of Purification. Of course this cast failed completely, as his body had not yet regained the strength to cast even something in the twenties yet. How pathetic.

Because his time and energy was spent trying to cast a Kaido that he couldn’t perform, Hibiki found himself engulfed by the spore cloud with no recourse, and with what appeared to be zero resistance. It didn’t take a trained medic to realize what happened next. Hibiki’s arm regenerated in an instant. The shards of metal were pushed out as well. This Hollow had just healed him! To anyone else, this would have merely been a “holy crap” moment, but to the healer it was a breakthrough. To have injuries on his own body be restored like that. That was part of the puzzle. Some of the fog in his mind had begun to clear and memories of healing similar wounds were clear to him.

He did not respond to the Hollow before he disappeared, as the medic was far too busy studying his own arm. On the outside, it might look like he had witnessed a miracle and was in shock. But no, instead he was focused on memorizing the sensation of what had just occurred. This was the kind of experience that he could only have in a rare few occasions without resorting to self-mutilation, which hadn’t even occurred to him. Every trace of flesh that had knit itself together. The way his arm had moved to push out the metal. The utter lack of a scar. Each of these details was important, and each one was committed to memory.

With a heavy sigh, Hibiki admitted that he had been bested here in nearly all ways. He felt like he still had the moral high ground, but in terms of combat he was hopeless by comparison to Valentin. And so he did what he could in this situation. His half-broken sword was drawn once more. The blade plunged into the sky in front of him and twisted in the signature method for opening a rift back to the Soul Society. Though he had returned back to the land of his home, his work was not yet done. He still had some writing to do, lest he forget the lessons that he had learned that day.

Now let’s be clear, Hibiki absolutely hated paperwork, but he understood why it was required all the same. It was so the organization couldn’t forget things. So that history wouldn’t be repeated. In that moment he was writing things down for himself for the same reason. He filled several pages with descriptions of how his arm felt when it was healed. That had been the single most important thing that had happened to him on his road to recovery so far. Though there was still plenty more distance for him to go before he was back to full strength, he was sure of one thing above all else: he never wanted to forget that feeling again.

[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

Valentin:

• 24 paragraphs written x 10 TP per paragraphs = 240 TP
• 100 TP for victory
• 240 TP + 100 TP = 340 TP total

Hibiki:

• 60 paragraphs x 10 TP per paragraph = 600 TP total