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Post by Connor Greaves on Sept 27, 2021 19:41:47 GMT -5
Thread Title: Connor stabs a Saika Participants: Connor, Jeff World: Soul Society Death Setting: Non Death Enabled Rating: PG-13 Location: The Seireitei at night. Special Conditions: Every times Jeff dies, there's a small time skip, where both parties are healed, and can spend any tp earned in the fight thus far. Circumstances: Connor is wandering around the Seireitei at night, Connor stumbles across a very strangely dressed figure wandering about.
Last Edit: Sept 27, 2021 21:02:26 GMT -5 by Connor Greaves
Post by Connor Greaves on Sept 27, 2021 21:36:42 GMT -5
"Doot doot da lalala." Connor stung out the notes to a song he could not quite get out of his head. All night had been one thing or another, filling his head with irritating nonsense, restful sleep evading him evermore. At first it had been how annoying the job of Vice Captain had been. He was starting to see the paperwork in his dreams, haunting him even in his favorite state of mind. Then his initial irritation at a second person being appointed Vice Captain less than a week after he had received the position. How does something like that go missing from the paperwork!?
Even still, it was a welcome relief, as she helped bare the burden of running the squad. After that, the thoughts of how little he visits the living world anymore bounced around his skull, hammering away at how much he might have missed in the six months he had been forced to dedicate to his desk. He vowed to himself to find a more comfortable chair in the living world and bring it back, no matter who dares to stand in his way. It was around that time, when he was contemplating geocide against all uncomfortable-chair kind, that he roused himself from his bed, grabbed his sword, a mask, and took a stroll into the dead of the night.
It was a cool night; the summer was finally waning away, and the night were gaining a crisp quality to it. He would not say it was nippy just yet, but it was certainly getting there. He looked forward to the end of all these hot days. It was torture to endure ninety degree days on its own, but wearing black baggy cloths, with two layers? No. Just no. So now Connor was wandering around with one of his newer masks, a green wooden mask with a metal strip running down the center of it. Apparently it was a collectors item from a movie. He could not tell you what movie, but for some reason, it fit like a glove.
The Soul Reaper sighed heavily. This walk was not working. He did not feel the slightest bit tired, despite it all. What else could he sing? "There once was a man who took to sea... Wait, no, how did that one go?" He asked himself, cupping his chin in contemplation, standing in front of some barracks. Suddenly, the confused man looking around him. "How did I end up in front of the Twelfth division?" He, once again, asked himself. And yet again, there was nary an answer to be had.
Post by Jeff Franklin on Oct 10, 2021 20:04:22 GMT -5
This new Sanctus remodel has taken a lot of time from Jeff, it he isn't training to get stronger because of Orobas's orders, then he's stuck in the base waiting for orders. Today was another day without anything to do, so Jeff was just staying in his room trying to figure out a way of staving off his boredom. "There once was a ship that set to sea, and the name of that ship was the Billy of Tea, The winds blew up, her bow dipped down, blow my bully boys blow." At around this point of him singing this tune, an idea rushed into his head, "I can see my Son!"
Getting up out of bed, Jeff rushes to the middle of his room, wraps his chain around his right arm and then plunges it into the air creating a tear in the fabric of reality. With the greenhouse in his mind he begins ripping open the tear, before stepping into the rift. Sadly Squad 12 seems to have put in some defense mechanism, as when he walked out he appears not in the underground greenhouse, but outside of the Squad 12 barrack's.
Looking around Jeff realized his plan has already failed right from the beginning, "And yet again things don't go my way, what does it take for ME TO SEE MY SON!!" After screaming the last part at the top of his lungs, he realized someone else was currently around. "Oh, sorry about that, wanted to see someone but apparently portals don't open up properly here, you wouldn't by chance know a way into this here building?"
While Jeff was trying to find another way into the barracks, he wasn't actually thinking this random Shinigami was going to help him, after all he was currently wearing a mask and cloak clearly putting him as a Hellion, well those two things and the chains hanging and dragging on the ground from each of his ankles and wrists. "Well, if you won't, I guess I'll have to find my own way, so, either help or get out of my way, nothing will get in the way of me being with my boy."
Post by Connor Greaves on Oct 12, 2021 19:55:51 GMT -5
Well. That was different, he supposed. Not the random guy screaming at the top of his lungs; there was not a single day that passed by without something like that happening. No, it was the fact that the slightly crazed man was wearing a mask and cloak, ranting about seeing his son after dropping out of a portal. Connor is beside himself thinking on what to do to such a peculiar individual, so all the does is stare at the figure. This does give him time to look at the mask his fellow mask-enthusiast was wearing. Or, he would have, if there was any detail to the mask at all.
It was a plain white mask, blank and unfinished, with two eye-holes and a slit for the mouth. It was... disappointing. Lackluster. Boring to look at. As someone who had a collection of masks that many called an unhealthy obsession, Connor felt downright offended at the lack of any unique qualities to it. He turned to fully face the man before addressing him. "I know not of who or what you are, since I refuse to believe you are a Soul Reaper, but I know with certainty you are a foul beast for wearing such an unfinished mask. Give it to me and leave, so I might make it look halfway presentable."
Connor told Jeff outright, striking a dramatic pose as he did so. He wanted to be cautious with this being. He knew nothing about what they might or might not be, but he has heard from the academy about humanoid being with masks. Beings that could travel between the worlds via portals they generate. He detached his sheath from his belt, and slammed the end of it against the ground with a mighty thump. "Whatever your objective is here, Vasto Lorde, you shall not achieve it. Turn back now, or I will end your life." He lifted his still sheathed weapon, and pointed it at the Saika.
Connor... was not very good at reading reiatsu. He had no ability to sense energy, so he really had no clue on how much power this cloaked person had. He was unfamiliar with beings from Hell, and had done little research on them. Hollows were the closet things he could think of that had an appearance like this, and it was using a cloak of some sort to mask its presence from the sensors of the Twelfth Division. Was that the reason it was here? To shut down the security of the Soul Society? Was this being preparing for an invasion? What kind of fiend would attack the only things willing to defend the world of the living? This monster!
Post by Jeff Franklin on Oct 13, 2021 11:08:36 GMT -5
Jeff didn't know how to respond, this guy not only completely ignored him, but also disrespected his mask. Just because he doesn't like his own mask and actually wishes it can burn in the same place he resides in, this doesn't mean he intends to let some idiotic poser to make fun of it. Speaking of the guy being a poser, he actually struck a pose, a dumb pose as if he thought either a camera was on him or people actually cared. Is this really the type of people that live in the Seireitei, in fact is this the type of people that belong to the same society as my boy, nope, I won't stand for this, whoever runs this place is going to be receiving many letters of complaint.
Staring at this fool, Jeff begins to voice his response, "First of all if you keep talking bad about my mask maybe you should join me on my return trip home so that you can get your own and design it however you want. Second of all, if you can't tell the difference between a Vasto Lorde and Hellion, than you don't belong as a Shinigami, that and you just told something you believed to be a Vasto Lorde to literally rip it's face off that is a representation of it's heart. Lastly, you can never end my life and will not stop me from reaching my goal, I will see my son if I have to walk over my many corpses to see him!"
Reading the situation Jeff could tell this was going to lead nowhere but towards battle and sadly he doesn't have the capability to read peoples power level. In the end he wouldn't know Connor actually outclasses him, not only that but even if he did, there's no way he would care. Nothing will stop him from seeing Shitoke, his boy has gone far too long without seeing his father. Jeff doesn't even know if Shitoke is doing well, if he's grown stronger, or if he has a gift for his father after the many months of tooootally not being absent from his life. Actually Jeff is pretty certain he found a way to create a connection between each other that Jeff could use to rush to Shitoke's aid in times of need.
In any case because of the obvious direction this meeting is heading, Jeff releases his Dark skill one. Doing so causes his fingernails to become slightly pointed as well as scales to replace the skin on his hands. Thanks to his Dark Skill being unleashed, a red aura surrounds him ten feet in every direction, this doesn't look harmful and in actuality the aura itself doesn't cause harm, only multiplies it. At the same moment of the aura pouring out of him another things seems to form, for while the aura is spreading outward two yellow arms shoot out of Jeff's body. Both arms form out of his body directly from his shoulder blades, since they form from his body they actual connect to his cloak as well, meaning the arms almost seem to attach the cloak directly to his shoulders where the arms appear from.
Post by Connor Greaves on Nov 7, 2021 10:05:38 GMT -5
As the Hellion tore into Connor more and more, the Soul Reaper slumped further and further in defeat, now recognizing how idiotic his pervious words were. His sword was lowered in humiliation, as vowed to himself to look up whatever the heck this Hellion could be. Even with the cutting words that the man was spitting at him, Connor still could not allow this person to wander about, especially given the fact that he admitted to being a creature from Hell. He knew not how bad Hellions were in comparison to Hollows, but given the fact that this is Hell he was picturing, he would probably say that they were worse.
Now, Connor was not very good at sensing reiatsu, but when a person suddenly gains a large red aura around themselves, and two additional arms sprout from their shoulders, he could presume with a fair degree of accuracy that they decided to activate their release. Connor really did not want to retaliate in kind, however. The amount of destruction that would cause did not seem worth it quite yet. So, the Vizard Hopeful hefted his sheathed sword up, and strode forward, not quite matching the pace of his oncoming aggressor. The man was intimidating, with a wit as sharp as his tongue, but it seems that his physical abilities did not quite match up.
The man rushed at Connor in what appeared to be a blind tackle, as if he were simply trying to grapple him. Connor knew not what that menacing aura that clung to him like an omen of death, but Connor could hazard a guess that it was something that would very unpleasant to deal with. He would have to avoid that if at all possible. Before the masked Hellion could get too far, Connor swept his blade low to the ground. "Hado number forty four; Spirit Saber." He said aloud, as the tip of his sword was coated in a blue reiatsu. Mid swing, the reiatsu shot forward, extending the weapon blade by eight feet.
Connor was aiming to disable the cloaked man, while doing as little damage as possible. He would be the first to admit that it was rather cruel to remove the feet of a person, but given that it would probably take awhile to bleed out from having your feet cut off, and that the fourth division could probably reattach them helped with his decision. And if the fourth division failed, apparently his son worked in the twelfth, and he knew for a fact that robotic limbs were not beyond them, or barring that, re-growing them. The things he had been forced to witness in that place. He still suffered nightmares.
Hado #44: 50 reiatsu Total Reiatsu Remaining: 7,950/8,000
Technique Description and Effects: [This creates a beam of light energy over either the user's hand, or the tip of their bladed weapon. The length of the blade is based off of the user's highest spiritual stat. For every 100 the user has, the blade will extend from the hand or sword tip one foot. This blade cuts through anything with power of the highest spiritual stat. Created with a speed of 700]
How to use technique: [Coat hand or sword in reiatsu, then the blade will shoot out at a speed of 700]
Technique Drawbacks: [Cost is 50 reiatsu per post]
Post by Jeff Franklin on Nov 9, 2021 16:59:12 GMT -5
It was finally time for Jeff to make his move, stepping forward to attempt tackling this man to the ground as that seemed the best way to see what his foe might be capable of. This foolish attack obviously didn't work and as expected was countered, sadly it didn't truly show what the Swordsmen was capable of doing. With one quick spell, or at least that's what it sounded like, some kind of magic blade grew out of the tip of the sheathed Zanpakuto. Well that's just rude, I show him my release and he feels as if holding back is the most polite thing he can do? I will make him show me his true power!
The moments during that interaction felt as if they were dragging, thoughts running through his mind it finally registered to Jeff what his opponent was doing. "Well crap", was the words Connor would get as the magic cleanly sliced both of Jeff's feet off. The strange thing is, Jeff didn't stop moving forward, by the time he lost his footing, his Aura arms were already replacing his feet as his way of moving. Now Jeff moving at 300 thanks to his arms and already being close to Connor before he put both feet down, he reached out with his 100 speed regular arms to grip Connor's shoulders.
Why would Jeff do this some may wonder? Is it to ensure a successful powerful attack? Maybe it's to restrain his opponents movements? No, the only thing Jeff did what he did was to simply allow him to bring his face, mask and all, smashing into Connor's face. While doing this Jeff would scream, "Here, take a closer look and tell me my mask is horrible!" With that all said and done he would simply let go of Connor and "Step" back, it only cost him both his feet to deliver that sweet comeback about his mask.
Post by Connor Greaves on Dec 16, 2021 23:53:53 GMT -5
Well. Connor had expected a lot of things. Screaming, an onslaught of curses and swears, maybe even passing out from slamming into the ground. What he had not expected, was for the madman to power through his attack and tackle into him. That was not to say his attack did nothing. He very clearly saw the feet of the masked Hellion fly off his body. The glowing arms, however, prevented him from faceplanting into the concrete below. He did not want to kill this man if he could at all help it, but now the man had him by the shoulders, and his blade was in an awkward position for him to strike a second time.
So he dropped his weapon. Connor might have preferred a weapon to fight, but he was more than capable of fighting without one. He spent months in some of the worst parts of the Rukongai, and he considered himself a pretty scrappy fighter. with the real hands of his opponent gripped onto him, he was given an anchor to the Saika. Connor was fairly bad with most Kido, but Hado forty four was one he managed to master. Both his hands glowed a dark blue, as the Shinigami swung them up. Twin blades shot out from his hands, as the kido cleaved through the many arms of Jeff.
The Kido would dispel after the attack, as the hopefully disarmed man no longer had a leg to stand on. Connor would lunge forward, fingers latching onto the mask he had lambasted not two minutes ago. With a quick jerk of his arm, he would pull the facial covering from Jeff, before his other fist socked the newly exposed face in the cheek. This man was missing a good many limbs, and he was already cringing at the report he would have to make to... well, he was unsure at the moment, but the fourth division would be asking a lot of uncomfortable questions at the mostly-limbless man winding up in one of their rooms in the dead of night.
Hado #44 x2: 100 Total Reiatsu Remaining: 7,850/8,000
Post by Jeff Franklin on Dec 21, 2021 12:21:43 GMT -5
Charging in for the attack left Jeff to lose his grasp on the battle, although losing his grasp was also due to the fact his arms were now flying away from him. Whatever this Shini did to his legs, he once again used to cleave through not only his true arms, but also his aura arms. Watching his two arms head away from his body upset him a little, now he could grab onto this punk with is own flesh in preparation to headbutt. Worse yet the man quickly brought his hand forward and managed to snatch the mask right off of his face.
Infuriated while also savoring the pain from the lose of appendages, Jeff creates two new Aura arms instantly, one shooting downward from his tail bone giving him the push he needed to shoot back up and towards Connor. The second arm formed from the spot that used to be his right arm, thus allowing him to grab Connor yet again on the right should before coming in for a nice headbutt. With a satisfying smack, Jeff falls backwards laughing at the pain he is currently experiencing, both from the lost limbs and the current throbbing sensation he feels on his forehead.
It would be at this moment a door would appear about ten feet behind Jeff, in fact the chains attached to Jeff leads to the closed doors. Suddenly the two arms that were motionless began to come to life, pulling the doors open. As the doors creak open Connor would be able to see a beautiful sight of fire, hear the lovely sounds of screams from pain, and smell the delicious scent of Cayenne peppers. The chains connected to Jeff begin to stiffen as multiple human sized arms begin to reach out and cling to the metallic chains, dragging Jeff slowly towards the place he now calls home. Eventually Jeff reaches the gateway, being pulled across the dirt as he can't currently fight back, not that he would. During his fits of laughter Connor might hear him say, "I'll be back and next time you won't stop me from seeing my boy!" The laughter would suddenly increase in intensity as the arms grab onto him, ripping into his flesh due to their physical power. The last thing Connor would see is the crazed smile of Jeff looking directly at him, then the night would become silent and the darkness returns to it's full strength.
Post by Connor Greaves on Dec 22, 2021 9:54:58 GMT -5
This man was a freak of nature, and Connor did not say that just because he was a Hellion. The man powered through having four of his limbs chopped off, kept up his near suicidal charge at him. So stunned was Connor at how relentless this being was, he could not muster any defense against the retaliation of the Saika. The face of his opponent was uncovered, revealing a... relatively average looking man. Not the kind of person you would expect to see wrapped and cloaked in the chains of Hell. And yet, here he was, grabbing onto his arms and-
CRACK!
Their heads collided, as the Saika landed a devastating headbutt. Connor felt his vision swim, as his head whipped back, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground. The quadriplegic Hellion fell to the ground with a meaty thud. The Soul Reaper was in a considerable amount of pain, as he groaned, gripping his head to try and stave off the pain. He wanted to try and think of a way to capture this being without killing him, but he was struggling to do so through the haze of pain. And then he saw something he had never thought he would see. He saw something he hoped he would never see again.
A massive door appeared behind his opponent. Connor could only look upon them in fear and horror. He tried to shuffle backward, but was frozen in fear at what he knew was about to happen. The gates started to open, and the sound of dragging chains echoed throughout the clearing they were in. Connor turned his gaze down to Jeff. Dozens of hands grabbed and clawed at the chains around the Saika, pulling him slowly, sadistically across the ground. Hellish screams and fire could be seen and heard through the open gate. Connor could feel his heartrate spike up, as his body shook.
And the madman was laughing. The absolute lunatic was laughing! His missing limbs flew through the gate first, landing in the grasping hands of whatever it was on the other side of those infernal doors. And Jeff was still laughing. His visage would forever be burned into his memories. The crimson-yellow lighting, the screams, the laughter, and the dying promise of a man cursed by Hell, promising to return... He could not tear his eyes away from the sight. After what felt like an eternity, the hands latched onto the Saika, giving one final tug, as the gates slammed shut.
The world around him felt colder. Darker. Connor knew not how long he spent on the ground, staring at the spot where the Gates of Hell just stood, but eventually a patrol found him there. Connor accepted their assistance in helping him up. His long night just got longer, as he reported the situation to the guards. They escorted him away to the Fourth Division, as they left a few behind to guard the location. Connor would remember this night for the rest of his life, that was for certain. And as the worlds replayed themselves over and over in his mind, he promised himself to get to the bottom of who in Squad Twelve was related to that Hellion, directly or otherwise.
Post by Jeff Franklin on Jan 1, 2022 23:36:17 GMT -5
After some time has passed, Jeff finally became an official member in the Sanctus. Allowing him to walk around the world of the living without the need of that horrid mask or cloak, instead he is protected from being dragged back earlier than normal thanks to the mark seared into the back of his hand. Now with this new found freedom, he can finally go see his boy face to face.
Wrapping his chain around his right arm he trickles a little bit of reiatsu into the Gate Seal currently holding the portion of Hell merged with his soul, allowing the chains on his right arm to glow red. Plunging the chain covered fist into the air in front of him, a tear in reality forms from his strike. Keeping the hand in the tear Jeff imagines Shitoke and his little greenhouse before slipping his left hand into the tear. With both hands inserted and the image of the greenhouse in his mind Jeff begins ripping open the tear as wide as he can manage before slipping himself into it.
After stepping into the tear, Jeff would find himself currently standing on nothing. Actually he is currently free falling ten feet before his body meets the surface of the ground. Standing up he finds himself yet again directly outside of the Squad 12 barracks. Apparently something is messing with his attempts to get in, which is strange because it doesn't always stop him from getting to his destination. Why, why isn't it easy for me to check in on my boy and show him I no longer need a mask or cloak, he can finally see my actual face! Lost in thought Jeff just stands there outside while he figures out what to do next.
Post by Connor Greaves on Jan 7, 2022 0:20:11 GMT -5
"Connor Greaves, Vice Captain of Squad Nine. We have carefully deliberated your request to conduct a formal investigation on Squad Twelve, but we unfortunately have to deny you your request." The speaker announced to him from behind his paper screen. The room they were in was circular and overly tall, seating forty six 'wise men hand picked by the Soul King'. Connor stood before them all, unmasked and unarmed, as the faceless individuals passed down their judgement and decrees onto him and his concerns. It was everything he had hoped that it would not be, and so much more.
"The thought of more Hellions running amuck is gave news indeed, and a valid cause for concern. However, there is no evidence that such an incident occurred." Connor bit down any remark he might have had about that particular topic. The scanners for detecting reiatsu were housed quite firmly in the Twelfth Division, as the were the only ones who could reliably maintain them. The man continued. "While we will not allow you to run an investigation, we will run our own investigations on the matter. Rest assured that we remember quite well the last Hellion who invaded, and just how far he got. Dismissed."
That was several days ago now, and Connor was at a loss at what to do. On the one hand, it seems like he got what he wanted in getting the Twelfth under investigation. On the other hand, he did not feel satisfied with the result. He wanted to get down to the bottom of this himself. He wanted to know why exactly he had to deal with some crazy Hellion that night, and why the Gates of Hell would not leave his dreaming mind! It felt like every night, he would wake screaming at the sight of that Demon crawling through those infernal doors, screaming and on fire, a skeleton made of flames and hate...
He had to calm down. He took a deep breath in, and let it out. In. Out. His heartrate dropped considerably. He was on another late night walk, attempting to shift his sleep schedule in preparation for a mission to the Human world. He was fully kitted out, trying to get used to all of the extra gear he was now carrying. Three weapons on his belt, and the extra device strapped to his wrist, blending in rather nicely, if he had to say so himself. That shop keeper was rather... familiar to the young Soul Reaper. He suppressed a shudder, and readjusted his Yoda mask that rested firmly on his face.
He had felt naked at that meeting without his mask, something they had strictly forbade him from wearing in their presence. self righteous hypocrites. Personally picked by the Soul King, yeah right! Connor was still sour on the entire meeting. He might not have been able to see their faces, but he knew they were smirking when he told them about the Saika looking for 'his Boy'. He sighed, trying to let it go. It was not an easy thing to do. So instead, he tried to drown out his frustration in music.
"How could I know, how could I know? That I'd get Lost In Space!" He sang to himself, as he strolled down the streets of the Seireitei. Eventually he came across the Twelfth again. Unlike last time, it looked quiet. Peaceful. And most importantly, free of Hell-wait. "No..." The sound of a portal opening, along with a myriad of screams and wails of the damned, made the masked soul reaper spin around. Standing there once more was a human-looking individual, who just so happened to have black chains on his person. Connor really did not want to deal with this tonight.
"Hey! You!" Connor cried out to the man, fishing out a recoding device from his pocket. There was not a single member of his squad who were not capable of recoding evidence on a moments notice. "Are you that same Hellion that showed up last time? If so, can you state it clearly into this microphone?" He asked him, pointing the video camera at the person, making sure to get the good angle of the chains. With that in his left hand, he palmed the silver cylinder hanging from his right hip, ready to draw it at the slightest provocation.
However, somehow the Vice Captain managed to overlook the fact that said Hellion was face first on the ground. Connor looked up. The portal was nearly a dozen feet in the air. He looked back down. He could have sworn he heard the person groaning. "Maybe perhaps I could offer you a trip to the hospital, before we throw you in a jail cell? I hear the Fourth Division does incredible work to keep prisoners alive and healthy." Whether they wanted to be or not. And he was perfectly happy to do just that, as he slowly approached the downed alleged Saika.
Item Description: This is a device that resembles a rather large iphone. It has a camera on one side, and a large touch screen on the other. It is an advanced scanner that, when turned on, produces an invisible wave, covering everything within line of sight of the camera. This does not cause damage of any kind, but instead, bounces off anything it collides with and returns to the device instantly, and promptly analyzes the information gleaned from it. These handy devices can identify intense concentrations of reishi and its nature. Mechanics-wise, if something is scanned by this item, the screen will display the Dark/Light Aura, a vague descriptor of combined Reiatsu Strength and Spirit Pressure (if combined total is under 250 it will read “low” if below 600 it will read: “Average” and above 600 is “High”). It can also denote unique properties in reishi or reiatsu constructs, (though not specifically what they will do. If scanning a technique with a unique property it will mention that there IS an unknown property, but not what it necessarily does). It can accurately determine if a technique is a consequence of a released Zanpakuto or if it is based in the user’s racial power. Lastly, it can be useful against hyponsis or hallucination based abilities, as, since the constructs are made of the user’s mind, they do not exist and cannot be scanned. Note that these are fairly large, and will take up one of the user’s hands while fighting, unless they can figure out a workaround.
Item Name: Plasma Blade Item Type: Weapon Item Description: A silver cylindric hilt with a small groove that contains a green button and a red button. When the green button is pressed, a powerful blade of refined plasma ignites from the hilt, focused by an outer covering of lasers. This is similar to a Star Wars Lightsaber. The color is up to the user. Pressing the red button turns the weapon off. Individual Price: 2000 Ryo
Name: Purification Blade Description: Upon purchase, this weapon takes the shape of any bladed weapon the purchaser chooses. From there, it functions like a normal weapon, much like the standard Spiritual Steel weapons sold at Urahara’s. However, unlike those, this weapon is seen as an asset of sorts to those looking to stay on good terms with Shinigami; this weapon is able to purify souls, and perform Konso, even if the user isn’t normally a Shinigami. Type of Item: Weapon Class: 7-1 Item Power (IP): 500 Offense Type: Physical Durability: 2x Base IP Bonuses: Aside from this weapon functioning like a normal Spiritual Steel weapon, Purification Blades allow the user to perform Konso on those deemed necessary, essentially aiding Shinigami. Doing so, though, costs 50 Reiatsu when done by a non-Shinigami, as opposed to otherwise being free. This weapon will purify hollows when used, and can send souls to Soul Society; or, in the case of someone having committed sin, will condemn those slain to hell if these sins weigh heavy enough. Drawbacks: N/A Costs: 5000 Ryo + 1000/Class Crafting: 2 in Crafting. Donated to Urahara’s?: No, headed to Kitai's Shop until Aldwin hits Class 3
Name: Wrist Launcher
Description: This is a small device that you hook up to your wrist, and hide it under your clothing, just to add to your opponents surprise. This is meant for melee fighters, or close ranged weapons users who like to fight dirty. Only fires Kitai made cartridges. Holds 5 cartridges.
Class: 7-1
Item Type: Weapon
Item Power (IP): Base 400
Offense Type: n/a
Durability: 600
Bonuses: Requires a 2 in either version of analysis to spot this before it is used by the user. The speed of the projectile is based off the Item Power.
Drawbacks: Cannot be reloaded in a combat post. Can only use 'Cartridge' items. Item Power does not affect the damage this weapon deals.
Cost: 3000+1000 per class
Crafting Skills: 3 in Crafting
Donated to Urahara's: No
Name: Spider Wannabe (Cartridge)
Description: Five shot cartridge. Fires highly durable webbing in pointed direction, to either ensnare targets, or can be fired like string to grab at things. Net size is ten feet wide in a circular area, and the rope is twenty feet long.
Class: 5-1
Item Type: Combat item
Item Power (IP): 600
Offense Type: physical
Durability: 200
Bonuses: User is immune to webbing for two posts. Item Power(ip) acts as web durability. Durability is halved against bladed weapons
Drawbacks: If the wrist launcher is destroyed while this is inside it, the cartridge will explode on the user. Webbing loses 200 durability for every post after the one it was created in. After it hits 0 durability, it disappears.
Post by Jeff Franklin on Jan 20, 2022 22:01:57 GMT -5
While Jeff was standing there and weighing his options a voice called out to him, "Hey! You!" Looking over to where the voice came from Jeff noticed him, the man that stopped Jeff from seeing Shitoke last time. This man infuriated Jeff, he couldn't visit his boy last time because of this mask freak and now he shows up again! Taking a deep breath he watched as Connor began fumbling around for something in his pockets, finally pulling out some sort of device that screamed recording to Jeff. "Are you that same Hellion that showed up last time? If so, can you state it clearly into this microphone?"
This guy actually just walked up to him with a recording device asking Jeff to essentially give his information after the Saika in question just fell from the sky. When Connor finally realized Jeff just fell he simply says, "Maybe perhaps I could offer you a trip to the hospital, before we throw you in a jail cell? I hear the Fourth Division does incredible work to keep prisoners alive and healthy." Looking at the crazy mask man Jeff gives him a confused look, "Are you kidding me? None of your Squads could keep me here and a fall like that isn't gonna hurt me much." Letting out a sigh he didn't want to deal with this guy, the man was in a world that essentially represented heaven in the sense that their sins weren't condemning. Therefore Jeff was as hungry to bring some punishment unless said soul outright shows there unworthy to be where they are.
Thinking about Jeff figured he would rather just try opening another portal to enter his boy's place, that is instead of standing here with this strange man. Lifting his right hand he begins wrapping his chains around it. After finishing that he would imagine the underground greenhouse where Shitoke likes to hang around, sending a trickle of reiatsu to tickle the gate seal in his soul. With all that down he would look at Connor and give him a wink, "Until next time." As soon as those words left his lips Jeff plunged his chain wrapped scaly right fist into the air in front of him, creating a tear in reality that shimmered and glowed a menacing red. To all looking at it they could tell this was created from some dark power, it even looked like what it was, someone creating a rip in reality.
With the tear made Jeff sticks his other hand through it next to his right hand, pulling both arms apart making the rip in the fabric of space larger and larger until a person could fit through it. At this point he would start walking through, however, before getting half way in he would stop once again turning to face Connor, "The names Jeff by the way." After stating that to the Shinigami he would finish walking through it. Regardless of if Connor tried to stop him or not and somehow tagged along or if he went through without a hitch, something went wrong. Slipping through the rip in reality Jeff gets spit out yet again from a height, this time only eight feet of the ground.
Smacking into the ground Jeff would eventually get to his feet and look around, somehow he ended up not in the underground greenhouse belonging to Shitoke but a run down building. If Jeff was familiar with the location (which he isn't), he would understand this to be one of the rickety shacks out in the West 80's Rukon district. "Are you serious! Why is it so hard to see my boy! It's like something keeps Interfering with my doorways!" If Connor wasn't there or was but doesn't say anything, Jeff would take a minute before realizing Squad 12 must have some kind of special force field up. "Ughhhh, this sucks!"
Post by Connor Greaves on Feb 7, 2022 22:23:53 GMT -5
Well darn, the Hellion was mostly uninjured from his fall. That was unfortunate. This probably would have gone easier if the thing that fell out of Hell was damaged enough to detain... His mind flashed back to the unmasked Hellion being dragged back through the Gate to Hell, laughing as the fire and flames consumed his form- The Soul Reaper shook his head, snapping out of the traumatic memory. This thing would not be a simple thing to capture, regardless of how injured it gets. The sinner would thrash about till his last breath, and make the entire process a miserable experience for all who dare get involved.
Then Hellion, Jeff if was to be trusted even for a second, did something he would have rather not have had to see again. The sinner held his hand out in front of him, as his chains twisted and coiled around his arm like a snake, gripping the limb tight. He taunted Connor with a not-so-subtle farewell, promising to see him again. Before the raised hand, a portal was opening up. It was an infernal color, an angry and hateful red, lingering in the air like an infection upon reality itself. It was disgusting. And it was slow, taking time to form as the Hellion wait for it to fully form.
Once it did, however, the Saika walked through without looking. From what the Soul Reaper could tell, the other side did not look like a barren Hellscape, and the lack of wailing screams of the damned was a promising sign that what lie beyond the threshold was not, in fact, Hell. That gave Connor just enough confidence to use his Shunpo to elbow tackle the cocky Hellion through the gateway. He refused to let this despicable being the right to leave unimpeded, not when he could so easily breach their defenses, and open portals wherever he pleased!
The doorway was higher up than Connor had anticipated. He had expected that the portal would have been flush with the ground, but no, that would have been too easy. The Hellion had put the gateway eight feet in the air. Connor fell to the dirt floor with a thud, the wind knocked out of him from the fall. He gasped for breath, as he scrambled to his feet. They were in an odd looking wooden shack, worn down by the ravages of time and falling from lack of repair. It was a sight he had grown used to from his time before becoming a Soul Reaper. His best guess was that they were out in the Rukongai.
Connor listened to the Saika rant and rave about the unfairness of the afterlife, or more specifically the minefield that was the Twelfth Division and all of the technological evils they birthed. Forcefields? He was surprised that trying to teleport into their labs did not transport you into one of their holding cells, filled to the brim with reiatsu dampeners and pain, as you awaited their scientists to notice and dissect you. Was he being unfair to his fellow Soul Reapers? No. Not when they made a CYBORG TYRANNOSAURUS REX THAT KNEW SHUNPO! He would never let them live that down so long as he still draw breath.
Post by Jeff Franklin on Mar 13, 2022 16:03:00 GMT -5
Jeff was not accustomed to how run down and poor the outer districts of the Rukongai were, after all he never went to the Soul Society when he died. Hell was what awaited him upon his last breath. This didn't bother Jeff though, in fact it was safe to say he fully expected Hell would be where he ended up, after all he was a murderer. The problem is, even if those he killed were deemed evil in his eyes, murder was still murder and knowing that he decided to perform the evil deeds required for cleansing the world some regardless of the outcome.
Snapping back to reality Jeff realized an unwelcome guest followed him when he went through the tear in reality. Sure, the elbow to the back of the head should have let him know but Jeff isn't exactly one to notice minor pain like that. "Great, just what I needed when everything seems to be going wrong. If you didn't keep stopping me from seeing my boy I wouldn't have a problem with you, in fact I respect your job. You are getting in my way though, so I'm beginning to get annoyed."
Letting out his rage through that speech, Jeff attempts to stare this Shinigami... up? He never really noticed before but this man is TALL. Actually Jeff is pretty sure this guy must have been in basketball while he was alive (if he was alive during that time period). Looking up at the guys face Jeff couldn't help but respond without thinking, "Did you eat stilts or something as a child?" Shaking his head to empty his mind Jeff clears his throat, "Anyways, I'm gonna have to fight you, by the looks of it we are in a pretty low class town at the very least, so people should be sparse and the likelihood of a child being in harms way is slim."
Finishing up that Jeff releases his Dark Skill 1, a red aura blasts from his body that stops abruptly ten feet away from him in every direction. Simultaneously two yellow aura arms shoots out of his shoulder blades, staying close to his body it would be hard to notice how long they really are. Connor would be all to familiar with them though, they can reach up to ten feet, not even mentioning how fast the Saika can grow them back if they get chopped up. Rotating his head Jeff would speak up once more, "Ready whenever you are mask freak, just try not to die to quickly and I'll return the favor, I want this battle to go on longer than the last one."