Just business gentleman. [R, NDE, Hard]

[Zen Isogi]

Quest Name:[/b] [Just business gentleman]

Who can participate?:[/b] [Sozen Kuchiki, Marcelius Despres, Alexander Kuma-hebi. Adalo De-Mona will be participating in a non combatant role.]

Quest Time Frame (How long it takes):[/b] [quest should take about 6 to seven pages.]

Quest Setting (NDE/DE):[/b] [NDE]

Quest Synopsis:[/b] [Something unusual has occured. With seemingly no difficulty, a group of spiritual beings managed to take over an experimental base in the ocean under the ownership of the kasumi'oji family. exterminated in an instant. the base was quickly conquered.

However when soul society got the report what interested them was the supposed use of kuchiki hana in support of arrancar and vizard attackers. The information quickly leaked to las noches.

a small group of vizards and arrancar working together. and they had either stolen the hana or aquire a kuchiki for their cause. the first strike force of shinigami was wiped out before they left the dangai. after several attempts it was decided captain level force would be required. ]

Maximum Number of Participants:[/b] [4]

Overall Goal:[/b] [Complete the mission, for better or for worse.]

Number of missions involved:[/b] [7]

BASIC Synopsis of each Quest mission:[/b] [

Mission 1- you have been dropped several hundred yards away from the target location to avoid assault in transit. whether soul society or las noches, infiltrate the base.

Mission 2- You are in the base. get to the command center, find out why the invaders attacked.

Mission 3- You have the experiment, get out safely.

Mission 4- My god, what have they done?

Mission 5- will be revealed later.

Mission 6- whatever you choose, you must escape.

Mission 7- Stop the invaders leader. no matter what it might mean.]

Recommended Class for entry:[/b] [all participants have already been chosen.]

[Sozen Kuchiki]

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Sozen Kuchiki. In the present day feared as the Thirteen Court Guard Squad's most influential Captain. Said to be a monster with unparalleled combat prowess. Some have deemed him Vizard Killer, for his massacre of any possessing the power of Hollowfication. Others call him the Crimson King, not only because of his powers of red, but because of the amount of blood that he has spilled. In his short time as the Kuchiki Head and Squad 6 Captain, he has risen to become one of the strongest Captains in history, and the most successful Kuchiki Head ever to live thus far.

But, these are all recent titles. They are new names by which to refer to him. While Sozen boasts an impressive record as a Captain, his career as a Soul Reaper begins several centuries ago, as a Lieutenant in Squad 7. In his youth, he earned a different title. They called him "The Demon" back then. This is why, when many face him, he will tell them, "Forgive me. I hadn't realized that you weren't used to fighting demons." It is because of his successes as a Lieutenant that his name became known throughout the underworld.

Long before the death of Zouma Santeku, Sozen was known as the man who mercilessly butchered more than one huge threat to the Thirteen Court Guard Squads and the Soul Society. It is said that of over eighty missions, Sozen experienced zero failures, and had an overall kill count of four thousand. It is said, therefore, that to Sozen, killing and trivial exercise are synonymous, and that he is even better adjusted to blood and murder than a Hollow. And, while all know his absolute loyalty to his family, few are aware anymore of his disposition toward traitors.

Soul Society.

The Kuchiki servant named Gin was shivering in bed, despite how warm it was, and even with his wife's body pressed against him. The Kuchiki servant quarters were very well kept, and the temperature was perfect. Making love to his wife had also been passionate, and her naked body against his provided Gin with the sort of physical comfort most could only dream about. But still, he shivered, to the point where his wife had to ask him what was wrong, and he had to tell her of what he recalled.

"I've been a Kuchiki servant all my life...I was born into it, raised into it, and now I live it," Gin told his wife. And in his mind, he had a brief mental flashback, and recalled his father sternly teaching him how best to serve the Kuchiki name. "I started as a lowly waiter, but in time became an organizer of other servants, and am now one of the lead butlers. I've served the main Kuchiki Line for many years, now. I served Onuya, and I served Ginrei. Now, I hold the same position that my father once did, serving Sozen."

His wife listened intently, and the servant recalled Sozen Kuchiki after having been outfitted by the servant, and recalled the Kuchiki Head walking into the Senkai Gate to be transported to his mission. "My father told me once that the most terrifying part of his job was sending Sozen Kuchiki off to missions, because of the look in Sozen's eyes...And, I never understood that. Whenever I've sent him off, he has been relaxed, and polite. But today, I understand completely what my father meant..."

And Gin recalled Sozen, then. He recalled that Sozen had maintained his charming smile, his polite mannerisms, and his relaxed demeanor. But he also recalled the image of Sozen's eyes. He saw those crimson eyes with a look so cold and murderous, that even with Sozen's smile, his aura could not be diminished. And it was one of the most terrifying auras ever to behold. The servant then and there had felt himself start to sweat before Sozen, and came to understand his own insignificance compared to Sozen. And he came to realize that Sozen truly could become a demon.

"Those eyes..." Gin said with a shudder. "I can never unsee them...I can never forget that cold aura...And...I can never again look at Sozen Kuchiki without experiencing what it truly means to be afraid...." And from that night on, Gin would sometimes awake in the middle of the night covered in a cold sweat, and his eyes would flash open and he would look around just to ensure that the eyes he had seen on Sozen that day were not watching him. Though in his lifetime, Gin only saw those eyes on Sozen once, he would never forget them after that.

Human world.

It was with these eyes that Sozen appeared in the human world. He had been accompanied by another Captain, but all that was truly unnecessary. After all, Sozen Kuchiki alone had the strength of multiple Captains. But, still, Sozen put on a smile nonetheless. Dressed in a black Soul Reaper's robe, albeit fashioned from expensive silk and decorated in ornate flowering patterns, and a white Haori signifying Captaincy, Sozen glanced back at his fellow Captain, Alexander Kuma-Hebi, and he smiled all the while maintaining the most terrifying of eyes.

"Well, are we ready to depart for this mission, then, Kuma-Hebi-Taicho?" Sozen asked almost mockingly.

And in Sozen's head, another voice spoke from a pale, white, smiling face. Yes, we are...

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{Stats/Skills}

Strength - [200] (100) (50) Points

Speed - [350] (700) Points

Spiritual Pressure - [300] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [400] (1000) Points

Light Aura - [50] Points

Dark Aura - [50] Points

Instinct - [175] Points

Senses [175] Points

Energy sensory - [0] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points


Total SP: [1600] Points

[Strength of Will] {3}

[Weapon: Swords] {4}

[Charisma/Leadership] {2}

[Hakuda] {3}

[Pain Tolerance] {3}

[Battle Analysis] {4}

[Marcelius]

Secrets are hard to keep in Las Noches. Whether by means of loose lips or loosened teeth. Those in the know often coerced to share what they alone knew. Sometimes by torture, sometimes by more pleasant alternatives. One way or another, word always got around. The most common knowledge to be exchanged like this, was petty details about one another. Such should be expected from a power hungry society like Las Noches. Expected, but not exclusively. On occasion, more precious information leaked. Sometimes hints. Other times peaks. What was the kingdom planning? Where were they looking? What was interesting? What was not? These questions, and more, provided quite the entertaining prospects for her citizens.

New dangers and opportunities constantly rising and falling among the other worlds. Only thanks to the observant eyes of a few, were such information available to all who would listen. One such listener, had already made a dirty habit of dropping eaves. Having ways beyond the imaginations of normal men, to listen in on whatever secrets might go slipping through the aether. Able, when focused, to hear the plans...while still only thoughts. This particular snoop’s name was Marcelius, Fraccion to the Segunda. Beyond this simple name and title...there was nothing of significance about him. A meek soul such as his, made very few waves in an establishment such as Las Noches. The majority of Arrancar serving in the kingdom did not even know about him. The few who did, were limited to the Espada. Their knowledge only founded on the man’s sworn fealty to one of their own.

It was this particular Hollow’s fancy, to learn whatever he could from rumor mills. Picking up traces of conversations through all of the echoing halls of Las Noches. Finding more valuable information being spread around by thought, rather than by encryption. It was because of this tendency of his, that he came across some truly disturbing news. Information; which when first extracted, sounded completely fabricated. It was a report, of sorts, that was intended for Las Noches’ brass. There had been an attack. Not on Las Noches, or her “open” interests...but still an attack of note. The only way for this to happen, Marc was aware, was if the incident was very large...or very strange.

Seeing as there was no number of definite casualties, he was leaning towards both. The idea went on to tell him, that something exceedingly odd had occurred. Through the mediums of fear and confusion; Marcelius could distinguish the use of Kido and Cero. In tandem. This...was truly something else. Having travelled enough of Hueco Mundo, and spent time enough with the Segunda; the old man was quite aware of the forces which have such capability. Only two. Both outlaws to their own kind, and hated by most everyone else. The Vizards...and the Escudo. If either one of these groups were involved, then it was going to be a real problem.

The worse part to any terrible problem, is the failure to respond. The complacency of those with power, the undoing of those without. A lesson few who ascend to great strength ever take to heart. As if some great irony on behalf of fate, the humble often do. They learn what they cannot do, and that those who can...will not. Once again, this would be the case. From what Marc gathered, there was no incentive to reply to this strange information. No desire for the highest echelons to react.

Even with evidence that Escudo might be involved, nothing. Someone else's concern is all it was. Or...all it was treated to be. Such subtleties of thought were beyond his particular empathic ability. Subdued ideas besides, nothing was going to be done about this report. No one. Not a single soul sent to investigate. Was not long before the restlessness won out. Unable to sit by while threats moved about in the shadows. Unwilling to wait for the danger to come for them. At the first free moment, he would make his trip to the Human Realm. Not; however, until after he composed a little letter...

"I have come into possession of valuable information. Information, that could prove dangerous to own in the future. Especially if used improperly. A warning not given, one might say. Whispers of an attack taking place within the mortal world. An attack, involving the worst of enemies. Something that is being disregarded, when it should not. That is why I leave this letter behind. To illuminate my choice...that I have decided not to disregard the danger. Now I only hope, that my words not be disregarded if I should turn up dead or missing. That someone takes heed to the doom which creeps in the shadows..."

Upon it's completion; Marcelius carefully placed the letter. Putting it where he could be certain someone would kind it. Stapled to the Mod Soul, Kaze's back. Attached to that little psyclone of a toy, the letter would undoubtedly find itself in Miho's hands. That...or Kuroi's. Both were dangerous, one by a Cero's amount more. But, both would insure that someone was aware of his intentions. That his untimely end might warrant the raising of the alarms. Alarms which should have already begun to ring.

Only after affixing the feline Mod Soul with the missive, did his old bones creak. Breath groaning as he lifted up from his chair with a groan. Focusing his mind onto the task at hand, leaving the dozens of spirits within his "sight" without a watchful eye. Straightening out his suit and tie, the elder proceeded into the gaping doorway. Into the bleak abyss which divides all worlds. Curious of the sights he would see, as soon as he exited the cave on the other side...

[Kento Waffles]

OOC: So are we officially dropping Alexander Kuma-Hebi from the thread and having Royce post???

[slace]

((OOC:Yes))