A fake soul, and a 'holy' one (pvp, closed, NDE)

[Jikken Kaze]

Thread Title: A fake soul, and a 'holy' one (pvp, closed, NDE)
Participants: Jikken Kaze, Asmokon Masurao
World: Soul Society
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: PG-13
Location: A large tower mall in Japan.
Special Conditions: None.
Circumstances: A mod soul is running around Karakura, leaking spiritual energy like it's going out of style. This could endanger the town by drawing in hollows and whatever else.

[Jikken Kaze]

"WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" A loud mod soul yelled out, running across rooftops with the help of his abilities. This particular mod soul stood exactly six feet tall, and was dressed in hardly anything. He wore an open gray hoodie and baggy brown shorts. He had straight brown hair that covered his eyes, and went down to the middle of his back. There were many scars all across his body, and nearly all of them be visible due to his style of clothing.

The mod soul had a low leveled version of his signature wind armor active, covering both his hands and feet in a grayish blur. This let him travel the town with ease, leaving minor grooves wherever he walked. His new shinigami friend had just left after an awesome night filled with, booze, blood and.... something else. He forgot after awhile, but he still had a good time. He was just so glad that he cloud be free after escaping that hollow witch! He shuddered at the thought of her laughing form.

But something was happening, unbeknownst to Kaze, as he ran and laughed through the human world. The armor that the mod soul created, was practically an energy beacon to any being with the energy to sense it. Not that Kaze would care even if he did know. He preferred dealing with things as they come, not being bothered by things that want to kill him. He'd just kill them back!

So that's where we find our young(in bleach terms) mod soul. Jumping around buildings, trying to feel the rush of air around him. Every so often, someone would look up and see the man as he used his armor to jump, but he didn't care; all that there was for moments like these, is him and the sky. It was a thing of pure beauty to him. Then he accidentally tripped, causing him to activate his current strongest armor. This causes him to crash through the roof he was about to land on. A four story fall later, and we find the man in a Kaze-shaped hole in the ground, only due to his armor, with him climbing out.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Over the last few hours Asmoskon had been traveling throughout the countryside admiring the beauty of it all as much as he could. It had been a few hours of just relaxing with his motorcycle carrying him onward to further beauty. That was until Asmoskon realized that he was going to have to return to Tokyo by nightfall. So changing course in order to arrive back at his apartment in time to get enough sleep for the following morning Asmoskon decided to cut through Karakura Town.

It just so seemed that this small town was always in constant danger from the spiritual world. Normally it was an abundant amount of hollows that would arrive to lay claim to the souls that inhabited the town. Over the last year Asmoskon had been able to save so many of the citizen’s lives that it seemed he had become more of a guardian for the small town then Tokyo. Now riding through the streets it seemed like the guardian was required once again.

Asmoskon couldn’t help but witness what seemed to be some human shaped individual leaping from building top to another over and over again. Asmoskon while not being the best at sensing energy could tell that whoever this person happened to be was putting the town itself in danger. He could sense that some kind of Reiatsu was on a constant release as if a hole was in the soul itself. Asmoskon knew that if whatever this person was doing wasn’t stopped the possibility of a hollow attack was going to skyrocket and innocent people were going to get hurt.

Asmoskon closed in on the buildings that the person leaped onto one after another in order to get a better look. It seemed this person looked to be a man with brownish hair yet wore no shirt. All he could see was a grey hoodie that didn’t cover his chest and brown pants. The only thing that Asmoskon could think of was that this person had to be a Fullbringer. He knew that this Reiatsu he was sensing didn’t belong to a Quincy like himself or a Shinigami. Yet he had sensed a few Fullbringers in the past and this person felt different somehow.

Then the individual crashed through the roof of the building into the base floor through multiple upper floors. Asmoskon had to react swiftly before innocent civilians swarmed the building. Changing course from the road Asmoskon lifted up on the front of his bike causing the front to lift from the ground and protect him as he smashed through the glass door of the building the individual just crashed through. Stepping off of his bike and placing his helmet on the seat Asmoskon looks over the derby to find individual.

“Whoever you are you need to stop. I don’t know what you’re doing that’s releasing such a potent Reiatsu aura in the town, but if you don’t cease this action you will place everyone in far to much danger. If you simply move on from this point and stop your recklessness I’ll let this pass. Please don’t make me secure the safety of the innocent.” Asmoskon spoke while looking into the small cloud of dust that hide the majority of the individual’s appearance all he could make out was the shape.

[Jikken Kaze]

"Ugh, what tripped me this time?" He grumbled, climbing out of the hole he made. The fall didn't really hurt him due to his armor, but the shock of the impact certainly disorients you. He stood his full height, standing barely taller than the man standing some distance away. He was standing next to something that he'd seen on the roads of this world, but didn't care enough to find out what it was. But the man next to the bike was what currently interested him.

Messy brown hair, a few inches shorter, probably on the leaner side, but his jacket makes it hard to tell. But what truly grabbed the mod soul's attention, was that he was reprimanding him, just like every other person that decided to pick a fight with him. It was always, 'blah blah blah, I'm gonna kill you, blah blah blah'. Sighing heavly, he slumped his shoulders in annoyance, looking like a child.

Standing back up, he began rubbing his temples with his fingers. "Look here buddy." He said, pointing his finger at him. "Fighting shinigami like you is getting annoying." He told him, getting the man's race wrong completely. "But I will forgive you if you give me that thing." He said, leaning and pointing to his motorcycle. For some reason, he really wanted to ride it. Innuendos aside, this dust was getting annoying. He flared his wind armor, scattering the cloud.

He crosses his arms and nods his head and the last of the dust cloud dissipates. "Yes, that sounds like a fair deal." He grins a stupid, happy grin. "Plus, how am I putting anyone in danger?" A few more glass shards from the ceiling fall onto his wind armor. "See, not hurt." He walks forward, away from the hole, and the rest of the damage in the nearly empty food court. He blatantly ignored the damage he caused in favor of ignoring it. Just like the rest of his problems in life.

He sighed again, looking slightly annoyed, as his armor faded away, revealing his full body to the Quincy. "Or we could just fight like I expect us to. That's what normally happens anyway." He scratched his head with his right index finger. "Either way, I'm not gonna stop. It's too much fun using this ability I have. Scaring the humans is too much fun." He said, giggling happily.

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{stats}Strength - [50]

Speed - [150] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [80] Points (+ 25%=100)

Reiatsu Strength - [195] Points (+25%=243)

Light Aura - [50] Points

Dark Aura - [50] Points

Instinct - [65] Points (-25%=48}

Senses [65] Points (-25%=48}

Energy sensory - [0] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points]

Total SP: [605] Points

[Hot/Cold Tolerance] {1}

[Anti-Stealth] {1}

[Pain Tolerance] {1}

[Street Fighting] {1}

[Strength of Will] {1}

[Lack of Fear] {1}

[Learning] {1}

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Asmoskon had watched as the spiritual being rose from the hole he had so obliviously caused and realized it held the gender of a fellow male. It was immediately easy to see that whoever it was had a few inches of height on Asmoskon himself and looked to be in a little better when concerning muscle as well. Asmoskon heard him mumble something as he rose although understanding it was beyond him at the time. All that mattered was to come to an understanding and reach an agreement. All Asmoskon cared about and wanted was the safety of the citizens which just seemed to be in danger because of carelessness.

His body was rather relaxed yet ready to react to a frontal attack if it came to that so swiftly as the male took sight of Asmoskon and began to walk out from the hole. Asmoskon could tell just by his expression that this individual wasn’t feeling his request if anything else it was easy to see that he had the opposite reaction that Asmoskon would have wanted. It just seemed like this person had been in a position that resulted in stress that he couldn’t deal with anything. It had only been little more than a few moments and Asmoskon already witnessed the individual sigh heavily and rub his tempers. It could only make Asmoskon question whether of not this person was more stressed then he was.

Then an action of complete dishonor was displayed that only resulted in Asmoskon’s own frustration being to vent. It would be obvious to see due to the clenching of his teeth and sternness that overtook his eyes at the moment the male extended his finger outward and began to speak in such a rude manner. Not only had he been disrespectful to Asmoskon as an individual, but to the entire Shinigami race as a whole. Asmoskon didn’t know anything about this individual, but he couldn’t help his right hand balling into a fist as the image of Hotaru burst into his mind. No one dishonored his friends and more.

The absurdity continued as the individual pointed to his motorcycle and claimed that he would forgive Asmoskon if he granted the male his own bike. What was up with spiritual entities this wasn’t even the first time that had been a request. Asmoskon wasn’t ever going to hand over his motorcycle to anyone that was the symbol of his parents and only thing remaining that he had of them. He would sooner destroy it and remake it himself than allow anyone else to ever claim it as their own.

Things seemed to escalate to the next stage of events though when a sudden burst of wind scattered the dust and derby from the male. Asmoskon wasn’t quite certain of it at the moment after only seeing one display of such ability, but he couldn’t help, but link everything he knew about this individual. It was then that his eyes picked up on the sight of what seemed to be a whirlwind around this man’s arms that just vanished after a moment. That was enough information to know that this person possessed at least some form of elemental ability. What Asmoskon wanted and knew he needed to know though was if he could project it outward.

After the male spoke again and questioned Asmoskon’s own previous statement the young Quincy couldn’t help, but stare sternly at the eyes hidden behind the veil of hair. “If you have any kind of empathy or compassion please cease your actions now before it becomes to late.” Watching as the glass feel from the ceiling upon him only to scatter away leaving him uninjured and continuing to speak Asmoskon could help, but realize battle was going to be the only solution to this endeavor.

Then everything seemed to happen as if the bell of a boxing match had just been rung. The bell ringing though was actually this man stating how fun the freight of the innocent was for him. That like so many other filthy and disrespectful things set Asmoskon onto his actions as the guardian of innocence. As the individual’s smile stretched across his face Asmoskon’s left hand was brought upward and behind his head. At this same time however his right hand extended outward appearing to mimic the actions of the man.

His right hand’s index finger pointing right towards the man just as the man did the same to him Asmoskon declared battle. This was done as his voice whispered the incantation of Hohle Schneide. After about three seconds a silver hatchet materialized in the grasp of Asmoskon’s left hand behind his head. This hatchet had a twin head at the end while each head was curved in a perfect semicircle. Asmoskon instantly flung his left hand forward causing the hatchet to be sent spinning through the air straight towards this brown haired male. Asmoskon’s aim seemed to be next to flawless as the hatchet would strike him right in the center of the chest if action was not made on his part.

The true strength in this tactical decision was however that Asmoskon’s right index finger was the second threat. As soon as a sign that the hatchet would fail or some method of evasion was put in place Asmoskon would activate Versteckte Pfeil using his index finger to launch the small thin arrow outward. His target would be a small location on this man’s body specifically his left shoulder joint. Asmoskon knew this was one of the most essential locations on the body from personal experience and due to the danger that this situation placed on the innocence the battle would need to need swiftly.

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Strength - 53 Points-40%= 32 Points
Speed - 300 Points
Spiritual Pressure - 135 Points
Reiatsu Strength - 280 Points+75%= 490 Points
Light Aura - 80 Points
Dark Aura - 20 Points
Instinct - 100 Points
Senses - 70 Points
Energy sensory - 30 Points
Healing Expertise - 10 Points

•[Analyzing] [1]
•[Weapons: Archery] [2]
•[Weapons: Axes] [1]
•[Acrobatics] [2]
•[Battle Analysis] [2]
•[Battle Focus] [2]
•[Focused Eye] [2]
•[Charisma/Leadership] [2]

[Katekarin Mekatoku]

80 TP to Kaze

150 TP tp Asmo