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Plotline: The whispers of rumors and words can make their way to powerful allies. And with the rumor that a Private's Family member is a former Vandenreich General, things become heated as questions arise to why this person has not been punished yet. Caesar had heard this and has taken it upon himself to hunt down the traitor and have him publicly executed. John Ryan, the Private who happens to be the traitors son will be used as a way to the traitor.
Estimated Enemy Strength: 7-1
Estimated Time Until Completion: 3 Pages
Starts: Now
Special Conditions: -To ensure things go "Smoothly" to the destination, John will be a part of a Vandenreich Squad.
"Family is an important thing in anyone's Life. But once they become a devoted member of the Vandenreich. They must be willing to kill their family, if it means it pleases their God. What will you do if you had to kill the one that raised you, to kill the being you looked up to? to kill your Loved one in the name of a God." A call to several Vandenreich Privates, Lieutenants, and a single captain rang inside the real that the Vandenreich dweller. A special name was attached to the order, the one named "John Ryan" had to make an appearance in front of Caesar, that was the only name they knew him by. "Caesar, C, The Cardinal" When they had arrived, the tall man stood at the center of the room. Holding up a copy of the treasured "Seine Pracht" when they got within a good ten to five feet of him they would hear his voice. It was calm, a bit raspy, and had wisdom etched into it. The voice whispered into their ears, speaking as if he was standing next to them. In the room there were a good five hundred of other Vandenreich soldiers.
All of them lined, neatly in their uniform. This was a small division that Caesar commanded. They followed him in and out of the Human World. "Speak the Holy Creed." the well recited Creed boomed within the room, filling it with the echos of power and discipline. [smear:FF0000]"We Believe in holy servitude, under the watchful eye of Der Kaiser we will rise above the call of his magesty. And spread his words to those that have not been enlightened to his holy words. We believe in one God, the true being whose sheer perfection has given us a life to live again, his message has changed the lives of millions and continues to do so until the end of days. When he has descended from his holy throne and had began the transformation of this flawed world into a world of his image. We believe in the day when the world will be bathed in a fire of holy light. The cleansing of our sins, and the bringing into a world of perfection. We believe in the world to come, when we are free from the imperfection of life. And reborn into the holy world of Der Kaiser. Long Live Der Kaiser, his word is our orders. His breath is our life, his will is our life."[/smear:00FF00]
The Privates, Captains, Lieutenants were in the presence of his Lord. A man that was known in the Vandenreich as a General. There were only five of him, and he was the second strongest. Than man stood at a 6 foot 9, on his face the was an orator like mask that fit over his mouth. Muffling his words, yet they heard it close to them. As if he had the power to speak to their souls. He wore a very large brown cloak that shrouded his body in mystery, they did not know what kind of body he had, how he is built or shaped. With the help of the cloak he was able to hide how his body appeared. He turned around and say that there was another Vandenreich standing, he stared deeply into the eyes of the young man. Penetrating into his soul, searching deep within it before speaking "You must be John Ryan. Yes. I have been expecting you, we have been expecting you. Come here." Caesar calmly spoke, what sounded like a simple request was a serious order.
When John stepped close to Caesar he would feel the massive power that he held, the very power that a General was supposed to have. He stared into his eyes again, inspecting how he stood, how his eyes met his, all of the Vandenreich had to have a sense of fearlessness in front of danger, even in front of Caesar he had to be brave. After a good five seconds Caesar finally spoke, his deep blue eyes hid many emotions, on the outside Caesar was calm and well maintained. His voice had power but it did not shout, "Your name is John Ryan, am I correct? Your father disappeared and never returned. I heard it, the whispers of rumor does not escape my ear. You will be the one that will take us to him. You will help us find him and when we do we will make sure you are the one to ensure he is captured. We will find him and you will make sure that he is found. Do I make myself clear?" he continued to keep the calm voice, even when his words were harsh and cold, the voice that spoke it was calm and soothing.
With the use of their stepping technique, all of the Quincies would gather up at the bridge between Hueco Mundo and the Human World. Stepping forward the opening to the Human World the Vandenreich followed in suit, from the strongest rank to the weakest. There were about Ten Captains, 20 Lieutenants, and the rest of them were privates. He turned to one of the captains, a short black haired male and spoke "Make sure that the "John Ryan" is brought to the front. We need him to ensure we are going in the right direction." the captain turned around and relayed the message to the rest of them. Once it got to the Privates they would grip him by the shoulders and push him through the crowed, making way they did the same. It was a good fifteen seconds of pushing and shoving before he was brought into the same presence of Caesar. "From the rumors of your father I learned that he could be somewhere in Ireland. Can you confirm?" he calmly spoke, once it has been confirmed. When they landed in the large field of Ireland John would witness the sheer greatness and might of the Vandenreich General
Within a few seconds all of the field was reduced to nothing but a large snowy wasteland. Every single home within a few miles were reduced to ice. Caesar made sure that it was away from the actual destination or else it would of froze vital information. But everything else was reduced to a tundra. Standing in front of them was a massive Cathedral composed of ice. The intricate designs gave it a beautiful architectural design. Standing at the four tips were the Vandenreich Emblem, with many painted glass each showing different pictures showing praise to Der Kaiser. By size the Cathedral was 20 meters wide and over 40 meters tall. Standing at the entrance over massive double doors was a single phrase "And he will bring Salvation to the Holy Angels. His hand will protect his Angels and bring them into Paradise. For this world is not ready to experience a True God." Many of the Quincy proceeded to enter the building and go about their business. Before John followed, Caesar placed his hand on the man's shoulder calling for five other privates to come to their position. "You four will be responsible for ensuring John gets to the target safely and John is responsible for gaining the information to us. I made sure to bring us three hundred miles away from the nearest city, we do not want to freeze our information. Do you understand me? Go." and he entered the massive Cathedral.
Post by Hadrian J. Ryan Ⅻ on Oct 5, 2013 19:46:18 GMT -5
John allowed 30 seconds after Caesar returned to the Cathedral before taking a breath. The man was intimidating, to say the least, and his religious zeal was equally terrifying and inspiring. John always wished his father had been such a man, one to inspire and lead, not one to cower in fear and hide from those who were more powerful than him. The thought of his father sent a chill down John's spine. Although John bore his father some ill will, he was still apprehensive about playing a part in his execution. His reason for joining the Vandenreich was in order to protect his fellow Quincy brethren, and normal humans too, and he couldn't help but feel that this mission violated those principles which he held most dear.
The four other privates assigned by Caesar to protect him watched him curiously, probably wondering why he had been singled out for this special treatment. John felt his cheeks redden with shame. His stupid father. He couldn't have done the decent thing and just have come back? Even now, he was making life unnecessarily complicated for John. John noticed a Lieutenant approaching, no doubt to either give or receive orders. He was dressed smartly in the traditional Vandenreich uniform, there wasn't a single thread out of place. He questioned John about his father's whereabouts, pressing him aggressively for information. John surrendered everything he knew about his father's location, but suggested they visit his maternal grandmother first, as she may have some clue as to his (and John's mother's) whereabouts.
"My grandmother lives a good distance from here, in Dublin City. I think I should probably approach her alone, the large group may shock her... and... and... cause her to provide insufficient information." John cursed himself for the stutter. He had intended to deliver that smoothly, to avoid suspicion. There were many reasons he wanted to visit his grandmother again, but none of them directly contradicted the mission at hand. He certainly did not want to create suspicion where there was none warranted.
He explained how his family were all Quincies, and that his grandmother would definitely notice if a large group of them used Hirenyaku to get to Dublin. "It would immediately put her on the defensive," John explained. "She would become uncooperative, only in order to defend my mother. I assure, she holds no love for my father." John pressed his argument until the group agreed it would be best if John visited her under the pretence of a family visit. With that, John grabbed his normal clothes and ran until he found a bus stop that remained uncovered by ice. "I hope Caesar realises that the amount of land we've occupied is quite large, given the size of the country. Someone's bound to notice..." But his bus arrived before he could give the thought further notice.
The trip to Dublin was as uneventful as one could imagine. The hills and fields of rural Ireland gave way to the sprawling urban zone of Dublin. The bus pulled up outside Heuston station. John checked his watch against the station clock. It was only 11 in the morning. John jumped on the tram in the station, which took him closer to his grandmother's house. Although she lived in one of the more run-down areas of the city, her home reflected the high-born Quincy family which she belonged to. The tram stopped and John disembarked, it wasn't a long walk from here. The streets were just as he remembered them, boarded up and dilapidated. He remembered when he and his father... "No. Don't think about him. He is a traitor and will be punished for what he did to me... I mean the Vandenreich. Der Kaiser's Holy Arrow will purify his soul" John tried to believe the thoughts, but he couldn't stop a single tear from rolling down his cheek.
He arrived at his grandmother's home, a stone Georgian Period house, with a varnished wood door. He tapped the knocker lightly, and it was promptly answered by Hugo, his grandmother's butler. "Master Ryan! It's been too long! Your grandmother will be delighted, we don't get many visitors nowadays..." His face fell at the thought, but he brightened considerably when he offered to take John's coat. He was a good man, Hugo. He thrived on work, but was a talented Quincy also. He taught John many a trick during his visits here.
He led John into the main living room, a narrow but cosy space. The fire was burning brightly, as his grandmother liked at any hour of the day. John found the heat nigh on unbearable after his time in the Vandenreich palace though. He sat down, when the door opened again and his grandmother walked in. She was a short woman (John inherited his height from his father), but commanded a fierce sense of authority, a bit like the Queen his father used to say. John cast thoughts of his father to the back of his mind, and greeted his grandmother warmly. He noticed she was considerably more frail than during his previous visit, it was obvious her health was deteriorating. John was glad that he decided to come alone.
"Oh, dear, it's so good to see you!" she shrieked delightedly. "It's funny now that you came when you did, I was just saying to Hugo..." And she went on. John listened to her with a half-smile on his face, he had always loved spending time with her. As she came to the end of her spiel, he sat up straighter in his seat and prepared what he came here to ask her. "Grandmother, you wouldn't perchance have any idea where mother and father are at the moment? I'd like to talk to them, I think it's time we put the past behind us." As if... he thought. It pained him to have to lie to her, but he convinced himself it was all for the greater good.
"Really? I never thought you'd come round to that, dear. I was under the impression your father and yourself were going to remain enemies for ever! But, I'm proud of you for doing this, I understand it isn't easy... No gran, it certainly isn't easy he thought. "...but I was under the impression they had gone to your cousins Jeff and Oliver in New Zealand, however,"she leaned in, and began to whisper conspiratorially, "Hugo tells me, and right he is to tell me too, that they haven't gone to Jeff and Oliver, instead they've gone to the Soul Society. Not that they've died! Hugo says they were apprehended by a Shingami, and then disappeared without a trace the next day. Strange, isn't it?
John groaned inwardly, if they were in the Soul Society, that would make things WAY more complicated. He wasn't even sure if the Vandenreich would continue the search for his father if it went that deep into enemy territory (and he had to admit that more than a little bit of him was hoping that this would happen). His grandmother poured him another mug of tea, and John was forced to suspend his worries for another while, until he finally found an opportunity to excuse himself. With a heavy heart, he walked back to the tram. He was not looking forward to relating this news back to the other Quincies. He had a sneaking suspicion that his father was now not only a deserter, but a downright traitor.
[OOC] Don't worry about the environment and the NPCs. Unless its something I as a DM will not know you just do what John does and what happens to John. Danke~
Before he started to breathe, one of the privates approached him. She appeared to be in her early twenties, long flowing brown hair and a young face. Her body was covered by the Vandenreich uniform. He could not see any of her bodily features. She spoke with a different accent, she extended her hands and spoke "Ah. Of course. I did not greet myself. My name is Samantha. I was born in America and I was indoctrinated into the Vandenreich." she smiled sweetly at John. The Privates varied in personality the most because they are still "new" to the Vandenreich. Some of them could be as sweet as candy while the others were cruel and merciless. In the end they served their God without question. She pointed at the other three, the ratio was a group of two females and three males, including John.
"We are meant to protect you, yes? It is weird that if he wanted you to be protected he would of gotten older members." "Maybe he don't want nobody noticing us." one of the males spoke. He appeared to be in his mid twenties, longer black hair and a rather young face. He too was dressed perfectly in his Vandenreich attire, the way he spoke was not in a formal way like Samantha, he spoke in a very informal and relaxed way. The other two chose to remain quiet, their faces were shrouded. "MAybe.." Samantha spoke softly, staring at the snow covered ground.
The man pointed at them and spoke to John "Dem two never talk. So you wont get much outta dem. Betta hang around us, keep dem to deir tings." He placed his arm around John and pointed to the horizon "Cam ahn, We gotta explore da hills or someshit. I dont know gotta find info on some traitor." Samantha placed her hand on the other shoulder and gently spoke "Now now. We John knows the way, we were told to protect him and he will guide us to him. Won't you, love?" she smiled directly at him.
"My grandmother lives a good distance from here, in Dublin City. I think I should probably approach her alone, the large group may shock her... and... and... cause her to provide insufficient information." Samantha nodded casually, at that angle he could see how pale and white her skin was "I never really had the chance to visit Ireland before. It's beautiful huh." they began to walk forward, the crunching of the snow and the walk would be a good thirty minutes, at the speed they were going they were away from the frozen wasteland and at the streets.
All of them were okay with taking the bus to their destination. They did not want to fail, they knew the consequences. Samantha sat next to John and pinched his cheek, staring at him and continuing to smile. "So, tell me your story. I'm sure you know mines, I mean I told you it awhile ago." this made the trip go by faster. When the stopped, everyone left the tram and followed John to the home, making sure to stay a few groups behind, scattering to blend within the group of people. They were meant to keep an eye on John but they were lenient. They could trust that he could get the job done. Unknown to any of them, a group of people stood miles away from them, all of them draped in various cloaks.
Their entire bodies were hidden by massive cloaks. The one standing at the center held binoculars ad observed them all as they proceeded with your plan. "Let us see how they will handle a little stress test. Are you prepared to deliver?"[/b] "Yes."[/b] the soft whisper came through. The two communicated through small walkies talkies. When John reunited with his group a medium sized person in a cloak bumped into him, stealthily dropping a small close to them. Doing a small yelp the person merely bowed and left in a hurry, judging by how it used its hand he could tell this person was blind.
The disk was small that it simply blended into the ground, many people passing buy crushed it and caused it to break. In a second three hollows of weak stature surrounded them. Their basic masks held a massive mouth, the roars was ignored by the citizens but the Quincies would hear it, they could see it, they knew what they were dealing with. "Ey! Where did dese shits come from." the male yelled, "I don't know but they seem hungry. How about we send them something worth eating?" she calmly said, and all of them activated their bows and aimed she turned to John and smiled some more. The Hollows roared and screamed some more, the four dispersed. The group surrounded the three hollows and had their bows drawn.
John quickly scanned the environment around them. The other Quinicies, including Samantha, had dispersed already and were ready to take down the Hollows. John looked at them, disgusted. Why on earth did they have to come here? Stupid Hollows barely even had enough brainpower to process a simple threat, let alone a bunch of Quincy. John took a step forward, when he felt something crunch beneath his feet. He bent down for a second, temporarily forgetting about the Hollows. The remains of a small silver 'coin' were all that remained.
"Hollow bait! Now that's funny..." John cast his mind back to where it could have come from... The only possible culprit was that man who had slammed into him on the street! John was reminded of his position when one of the Hollows let out a bellow that shook the street. John ran to a shop front, which was abandoned. He took up position underneath a veranda, with the sun shining directly into the eyes of anyone who tried to approach him.
He wasn't panicking, not really. The air was chill, and his breath was misting up before him. One of the Hollows was sticking out its head, sniffing the air for prey. John let his bow materialise, and took aim at its hideous mask. These Hollows were the scourge of the Universe, nothing less. He notched his arrow and drew back, giving it more power than he normally would have. His bow flowed bright with the intensity of the arrow. Passers-by would see nothing though, except a young boy in a long coat pretending to use a bow.
When he was confident that it his aim was true, he loosed the arrow without a sound. As soon as he did, he ran off to the left. Hopefully, if he missed, the Hollow wouldn't be able to follow the arrow back to him, buying him more time for a second shot. He glanced back at the others, they seemed to be doing ok. He turned his attention back to the Hollow he was focusing on, trying not to let his suspicions about their appearance cloud his mind.
The moment when John released his arrow, the others had released theirs as well. Two of the arrows struck Hollow A, causing it to dissipate and die. Before the other could react, another set of two arrows struck it and it died, the arrow that finished the small group of hollows would be John's, which it struck directly into Hollow C's. It thrashed and tried to pull out the arrow composed of energy out before it ceased to exist. "Dat outta teach em" the male snorted and spat on the ground. "Now, Now. There must be more on the way, if not we must get about our business. Or else we will miss our deadline for the info." "Ehhh... We can get there in time. John, you know where the guy is. Right?" Samantha calmly walked towards the man and nudged his side before leaning in to whisper
"This is his father, we are talking about. Please show him some sort of respect." the man simply calmly pushed her away and walked towards John. "I mean, we gotta or hafta know where da guy is." Samantha walked towards John and placed her hand onto his shoulder and walked towards the direction of the bus back towards the Cathedral. "Do not mind him. We are all just anxious. I heard that we will be taking care of a traitor. And as said earlier you know where he is. Our trust is within your hands." she softly reassured the young man. In the distance the tallest of the shrouded figure held onto the binoculars as they observed what had just occurred. By the look of where they were standing, the tallest one appeared to be the commanding figure in the group "It appears that they are preforming just as expected. They are willing to slaughter that is of beast origin without any remorse or question. But that does not mean they will be able to face what they need to in the future."[/b] the female voice that this person spoke in, sound as if she was in her late thirties. Strong and commanding the others simply nodded, choosing to remain silent as she spoke.
"Let's head back. He may have a job that is required of us, they will be heading back towards base. Our job here is done. For now."[/b] and in that moment they dispersed. Using a basic step technique they headed off into different directions. When John's group arrived at the bus stop they paid their needed fares and were on their way back. The drive there was silent, without any speaking or conversation. Whether it was from the news that John gave them or an unknown reason, even Samantha was silent on their way back. By the time that they had arrived at the station, the walk towards the castle would be 3 miles away. They slowly unloaded from there and began their way back towards the castle. after ten feet of walking, through the frozen tundra. One of the Privates that were accompanying him, the rather loud and obnoxious one collapsed onto the ground, clutching onto his head he began to shiver and to shake "I just realized someting. With what little info we got, we dont got what is deemed satisfactory. We dont have the right information! We will be punished! We will be punished for sure!" Samantha slowly walked up to him and tried to pick him up "Hush. We will be fine. I am sure." while these were privates of the Vandenreich, it did not excuse the fact that they still had emotions. While John had to try and find a way to calm one of his squadmates, little did they know they would have a sudden guest.
Woooo! It was finally time for Amaya’s first mission to the world of the living! Apparently some Shinigami had gotten a bit roughed up fighting some hollows earlier, and she needed to go patch him up. No big deal. The medic, dressed in her official Shihakusho, headed out to the world of the living. She didn’t take many precautions before heading off. All she had with her was her clothing, her Zanpakuto in the form of elegant, white, past-elbow gloves, and a flask of whiskey. That last one was totally for disinfecting wounds. There was no other reason to have alcohol on you. None at all. Anywho, her destination was somewhere in Ireland. She really should have gotten directions first.
When she popped out of the Senkaimon in the world of the living, she found herself on a flat green plain. There were some hills in the distance, but it seemed pretty plain to her. She could only detect one spiritual presence nearby. Well, it was a few of them, but they were all together. Either that Shinigami had some friends, or he was off fighting more hollows while still injured! The kitsune ran over towards the pressures she sensed, but that wasn’t the brightest idea. With her low level of energy sensory, she couldn’t tell they were Quincy until she actually saw them. She’d just ran into some members of a faction she was at war with. Not good. Maybe, just maybe, she could reason with them?
”Erm… have any of you guys seen a wounded Shinigami lately? I’m just trying to find them…”
NOTE: These are kinda reverse engineered since I wasn’t planning to use Amaya in a new thread until Class 3. Her only old builds were LG, so I just kinda moved numbers around to get a set of stats that should roughly accurately reflect where a Class 4 Amaya should be.
Post by Hadrian J. Ryan Ⅻ on Dec 27, 2013 18:57:52 GMT -5
The Hollows dissipated quickly, the process was brutally efficient. John felt no remorse, those beasts would have killed several other people, and it was job to ensure that never happened. They were walking away, butJohn felt a twinge of guilt as his companion fell to the ground, realising that the information he had gleaned from his Grandmother probably wouldn't be enough to satisfy the General. He fell back, when Samantha came up to him, offering a few words of comfort. John decided he liked her. She was a lot more approachable than the other Privates, and she was a lot more concerned with his well being as a person, than just an informant win what could turn out to be a long and arduous mission. He couldn't help but pity them, they were stuck with guarding him, a pathetically weak Quincy with little or no power to boast about...
He barely registered the arrival of another person, so absorbed was he in his thoughts about himself. He turned to look at the new arrival, and his jaw nearly hit the floor. Firstly, she was a Shinigami, but secondly... She was beautiful. Her... kimono, John didn't know a better word for it, was obviously standard issue, but John had never seen someone look so good in attire which he had always deemed formless and tasteless. At the least the Vandenreich uniform was fitted, and practical, without those flowing sleeves and ridiculous sandals. But... Wow. It even took John a while to notice the ears, and the tail, he was so caught up with looking at her... face. John nearly went red with the embarrassment. No way... I did not just spend over half a second looking at her... curves... He shook his head, he was a professional now.
He looked at Samantha, and decided to take charge of the situation. If he couldn't be useful in combat, at least he could prove himself in matters of negotiation and diplomacy. "I think, miss, it would probably be best for everyone if you left, and this encounter remained forgotten. Surely a medic like yourself would rather tend to your wounded, rather than fight us. We, also, would prefer to move on uninterrupted. Your choice, miss...?" John left the last line hang in the air, an attempt to ask for a name. As much as John wanted to avoid this fight, he also wanted to find out more about this beautiful Shinigami, and why she didn't carry a Zanpakuto...
Samantha continued to tend to the Quincy's breakdown, carefully bringing him comfort, the deaf and blind Quincy merely stood there. Through out the entire time together they had not said a single word. "Dis no good! Dis No Good! Mmhhhgggnnnn!!!" "There, There. We will be find, I am sure of it." the snow continued to fall as the area around them continued to appear like a frozen wasteland. The Vandenreich were naturally immune to the frozen wastelands they had created. They barely noticed the appearance of a Shinigami, Samantha was too busy comforting the panicking private. Only John had noticed the appearance of another, and the other two privates paid careful attention to how John spoke to the newcomer. There was a short silence from John, their eyes and ears tearing into the way that John reacted. Finally when he had spoken, both of them were very disappointed in his reaction. "I think, miss, it would probably be best for everyone if you left, and this encounter remained forgotten. Surely a medic like yourself would rather tend to your wounded, rather than fight us. We, also, would prefer to move on uninterrupted. Your choice, miss...?" Before she could state her name, one of them stepped forward. Moving the veil off of their face, it revealed a male, appearing to be in his early twenties with short brown hair. Based on the cloudiness of his eyes, it was clear that he was blind. "No. Do not finish your sentence or even introduce yourself. I know what you are." the very tone within his voice gave off a strong vibe of hatred. Then the second figure stepped forward and removed their veil, it was a younger female, appearing to be in her twenties with long flowing brown hair, from the comparison in their facial features both of them appeared to be related. "Your "Kind" does not have any business here. We have been appointed to find a traitor from the army. You being here will serve to hinder our progress. Leave at once, or face our wrath." Before she was able to leave. One of them stepped forward. "On second thought. You are a threat to the mission. We should take you to the General and have you Punished. Both of them armed their bows and aimed it at Amya. This leading conflict had to be dealt with soon, or John risks having a potentially deadly fight on his hands.
At first, it appeared Amaya was going to be able to simply walk away from this confrontation in peace, but that was too good to be true."On second thought. You are a threat to the mission. We should take you to the General and have you Punished. With those words spoken and two bows drawn, the outcome was clear. There was to be a battle between the lone Shinigami and the five Quincy, and there was nothing that could really be done to avoid that, save for Amaya surrendering. Being taken to a general of the enemy army wasn’t really an option though. She had to disable these forces long enough to get away. Of course, killing them was an option. They were the enemy. It’s what was supposed to happen… but Amaya wanted to avoid pointless casualties if she could.
Her decision was made. Before either of the Quincy could even think of firing, a red light had left each of her hands. She’d simultaneously cast two instances of Geki. With her talent for mental incantation, and the low reiatsu cost of the spell, there was basically no warning that it was coming. Amaya’s energy sensory was sharp enough to know that this would be enough to lock them down for some time. Depending on the specific foe, her reiatsu strength was anywhere from two and a half to three times higher than theirs. With that much of a difference, the two most aggressive Quincy were tied up for the moment. Unfortunately, before she could do anything more than that, the other Quincy had a chance to do something about this. That was the downside of fighting five on one after all.
Post by Hadrian J. Ryan Ⅻ on Jan 19, 2014 5:43:11 GMT -5
John nearly cursed out loud at the foolishness of his comrades. He got the feeling that this Shinigami would have been perfectly content to leave them alone, had they only just been a bit more... polite. That wasn't cowardice, it was strategy. Even with his poor energy sensory abilities, it was clear she was more powerful than any one of them. And while it was five versus one, the speed of her two attacks and the strength of them were beyond anything the Quincies had to offer.
With two members of their party now incapacitated, they had to think fast. Was it possible there was a 'cooldown' after her last attack? It didn't seem to require any incantation OR charging though, so the spell was probably pretty basic. Unlikely that she wouldn't be able to fire more of them in a short space of time. It was worth a shot, then. John formed his bow and materialised his arrow, and sent a shot towards her left leg, hoping to at least incapacitate her. As he did, he moved towards his left. It was simple really. If she wanted to remain in the same place, which gave her the greatest advantage at the moment, she would have to turn AWAY from him to dodge the arrow, keeping him out of her line of fire. In theory, anyway.
John had no idea what was going to happen next. There were FAR too many variables. All his teammates, the extent of the Shinigami's powers, he didn't know enough. This was definitely NOT going to end well...
((Talked to Clock in chat. Told me to post, and he’ll post after me.))
One of the Quincy flexed his reiatsu a bit, likely forming his bow. Amaya didn’t need to know what exactly he was doing to know dodging it was likely the best answer. Almost everything Quincy did was a projectile. Even though she couldn’t know exactly what was being done without looking straight at that Quincy, she knew the answer was to move. But why couldn’t she just look at what the Quincy was doing? Simple. She had already started to follow up her Bakudo. She knew there was going to be some kind of retaliation, but the question in her mind was only whether or not she would need Shunpo to dodge it. She was confident enough that, with only one Quincy reacting quickly enough, her normal speed was plenty.
Her follow up was simple enough, but it still showed the medic was trying to avoid casualties. With two of the enemy immobilized by Geki, landing a killing blow on either of them would have been quite easy. Instead, a few quick steps took her out of the path of the sole arrow launched at her, and behind the Quincy on her right that she had just hit with Geki. Even though her speed wasn’t astonishing, dodging a single arrow wasn’t too hard when you were still taking the other side by nearly complete surprise. It also didn’t really seem like this Squad had any combat experience, as most of them were simply standing there, unaware of what to do beyond simply fire arrows. That tactic simply wasn’t going to stop a Shinigami that had graduated near the top of their class.
Either way, the Quincy had an advantage in that Amaya wasn’t out for blood. After arriving behind that Quincy, she simply delivered a quick chop to the base of their neck. Her physical strength wasn’t remarkable enough to make it powerful in terms of damage, but her knowledge of anatomy made the attack far more powerful. There’s a major artery right at the point she struck, and even a normal human can apply enough force there to cause someone to black out nearly instantly if they know where to apply the pressure. As a trained healer, that was something Amaya understood quite well. Unless someone else managed to stop her, that first Quincy was going to be on the ground and out of this fight. On the bright side for them, this attack wouldn’t cause any permanent damage, and that Quincy would be fine after a quick nap.
Post by Hadrian J. Ryan Ⅻ on Feb 3, 2014 16:09:10 GMT -5
John watched as the Shinigami danced out of the path of his arrow. He felt a growing sense of frustration with his team. With two now immobilised, and one of them seemingly out for the count, it only left himself, the blind Quincy, and the deaf Quincy to continue the fight. He had been the only one to act immediately, the delayed reactions of the others had cost them their erstwhile leader, Sam. Assuming command wasn't going to be easy. Any signal he could try send to the other two would have to be verbal AND visual, as one wouldn't be able to see his actions, while the other wouldn't be able to hear his voice.
John kept his bow formed, and trained it on the Shinigami. He pulled an arrow, and as he did so, shouted: "Fire at 2 o'clock!" It worked like a charm. The blind Quincy rotated on the spot, and let loose a volley of arrows at the Shinigami, however they were aimed slightly to the left of her, as John had intended. The deaf Quincy followed suit, however his arrows were on target. John had played on his desire to finish the job his comrade had started. But now was not the time to celebrate. Although there were now 10 arrows flying at the Shinigami, covering quite a large area, John had no doubt she was fast enough to dodge every single one of them. And so, he kept his arrow notched, waiting to fire a little later, hopefully to catch her off guard when she pulled out of the path of the oncoming storm of arrows.
However, then something happened which John had not anticipated. His two fellow Quincy were clearly eager to finish the job quickly, for they had activated a secondary property of their arrows. John watched in horror as the arrows were about to converge on the Shinigami, each and every one of them exploded in a blast of brilliant white light. John began to panic. He had lost sight of the Shinigami, and he had no doubt that she was probably unharmed by the explosion. As his eyes began to readjust, he kept a look out for the healer who had so far run circles around the helpless squad.
Blind Quincy Reiatsu : 800/1000 : -20 x 5 for 5 class 6 arrows, -20 x 5 for 5 class 6 explosions Deaf Quincy Reiatsu : 800/1000 : -20 x 5 for 5 class 6 arrows, -20 x 5 for 5 class 6 explosions.
Quincy weren’t all they were cracked up to be. Amaya’s attacks were all successful, though apparently she wasn’t the best at choosing her targets. One of her binding spells had hit an already disabled combatant… but that wasn’t the end of the world. A quick chop to the back of the female quincy’s neck took her out of the fight. That just left three of them to go. Of course, like Quincy tend to do, they fired a series of arrows. Amaya could dodge them easily enough, but she had a bad feeling about it. Most of the arrows were clearly going to miss her, and that meant there had to be some kind of plan behind it. Most likely there was going to be some kind of explosion or something.
It wasn’t a hard trick to figure out, but it came with a unique problem. Amaya was a medic. Her purpose was to keep people alive, and in her mind that included the enemy. She wasn’t here to take lives if she could avoid it. These Quincy clearly didn’t share that idea. They were firing at her even as their comrade laid at the healer’s feet. If they were truly going to go for an attack that could kill the Shinigami, then their ally was in the line of fire as well. She needed to stop the arrows in their tracks, but there were far too many to deal with each attack individually. The only choice was a more broad-reaching attack.
And so Amaya stretched her palm out and let loose a wave of blue fire. It was none other than the thirty third way of destruction, Sokatsui. With her reiatsu strength at her current level, she had to put a bit of effort into expanding the form of the attack. By putting more of the energy into making it large, the attack obviously lost some of its oomph, but that didn’t matter much. Amaya’s reiatsu strength was so far above her opponents, and her technique was naturally superior to their low class arrows, so their attacks were still consumed by the fire. The only noteworthy change in terms of the attack’s power was that it would do surprisingly little damage if the Quincy were hit by it. Despite the difference in power, they could walk away from this attack with only a few patches of first degree burns even if they tanked it. Dodging was possible, but unlikely, given that the attack had grown quite large. Either way, when the dust settled, Amaya had a few words for the Quincy as she walked towards them.
”If you’re going to aim your weapons at me, that’s fine, but don’t aim your weapons at an incapacitated ally. Don’t they teach you guys anything?”