Demons Run When a Good Man Goes to War [R, NDE]

[Hokori Kuchiki]

Thread Title: Demons Run When a Good Man Goes to War [R, NDE]
Participants: Sargon Demunic, Hokori Kuchiki
World: Human World
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: The Alps, a small valley between the cresting peaks with fresh snow on the ground. It's the middle of the day and the shining snow is incredible.
Special Conditions: None
Circumstances: Hokori was in the alps doing training working on his newest blade styles alone. However, for some unknown reason to him. A garganta has opened and from it has emerged a reiastu signature with the density to be only an Espada. You can only imagine what ensues.

[Hokori Kuchiki]

It was chilly, oh so very chilly today in the Alps, there were no clouds in the sky as the sun beamed down into the valley. Fresh snow covered the ground like a fine white powder and on that snow a man held a blade. His face was smooth and emotionless, except for one tiny flaw. There was a down turn of his mouth into a small half frown. The man was Hokori Kuchiki, Left hand to Sozen Kuchiki, and the book keeper of the Kuchiki family. He was holding two blades, both highly polished. One was much more beautiful than the other. It was three and a half feet long, the blade was shining in the light and resembled more of a beam of light then a steel blade. The wrap was a soft silk and as green as a deep emerald. The diamond tsuba gleamed as well in the light, intensifying the light rays on the blade.

In his off hand was a polished copy of his zanpakutou, it was his convert-a-weapon morphed into an exact replica including the polished surface. It was because of this that Hokori was here. His blade work was rapidly expanding since the inception of the Howiado No Ken forms. However, there was still plenty of work to be done. Plenty of work to be done to further master himself, gain new power, and use his power to protect what he cherished and crush what and whom he despised. His arms blurred once again and light expanded in a Star shape, then a vortex of light as well casting beams of concentrated light. As well as a dome of light in front of the Kuchiki as his experimentation continue. He contracted his convert-a-weapon and began to stretch his muscles and ligaments. He had something new in the works, something acrobatically inclined.

He began to prep using a new method of calisthenics and acrobatic combat style; he had named it the White Orchid Style. It was pure and exotic and hard enough to prepare for and maintain, but the actual combative nature had four prongs which he had named after seasons and he began to practice their form and method mastering them on air ground to avoid the frost bite for some of their forms. He could see his breath as he worked on his form and style. There was a few reasons he had chosen this place, the first. The harsh air and weather made it harder to train and tempered his stamina and his reflexes in even the harshest weather. His normal shinigami outfit was fitted with a wool hiaori to keep in his heat. He wasn’t hot, but he wasn’t cold. He noticed as he kept moving he would stay warm here. But there was something about this place that made it dangerous to even the spiritual races.

He had been there training for about 6 hours and had just finished his latest break and was about to begin again when he felt it. The pressure that seemed to make the ground shake, it was being pushed on him and with his energy sensory he could tell the race fairly easily. “Why come here?” he murmured. Perhaps Souken Kouhai had sensed him and sent someone to assassinate him, if so the Arrancar would have to try very hard to kill him. He hoped it was the Septima Espada, Myzaraphiston Synderfell. He would eviscerate her. Let her feel his full fury and pay her back for everything she had done ever to him, and the soul society. However as he felt out his sensory told him it was someone new, and so he’d have to take it upon himself to say hello. He looked up as the garganta opened, and a man stepped out. He waited for the espada to join him before murmuring, “And what brings an Arrancar all the way here? Surely you must have something better to do today then to die at the hands of a Shinigami. What is your name? So that I know who it is I will have killed.”

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Strength - [100] (50) Points

Speed - [400] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [300] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [400] (800) Points

Light Aura - [25] Points

Dark Aura - [75] Points

Instinct - [150] Points

Senses - [150] Points

Energy sensory - [100] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points


Total SP: [1600] Points

That's all for the template. There are a LOT of stats, but don't get choosy and just give some to all. The result could be quite negative.



Abilities




[Battle Skill: Sword]
[3]

[Battle Skill: Hakuda]
[3]

[Mental Skill: Battle Analysis]
[3]

[Physical Skill: Acrobatics]
[3]

[Body Skill: Pain Tolerance]
[3]

[Mental Skill: Memory]
[1]

[Sargon Denumic]

Well it seemed that the third Espada was put to the first task of proving just how much of a threat he was to the Soul Society. He had been relaxing in his chambers early in the morning drinking a bit of wine and a small amount of blood when a messenger had arrived. Aurora had told him that the messenger was sent from Sonken Kouhai and that his presence was required at the moment for a most opportune possibility had presented itself before the King of Las Noches. Sargon had taken a few minutes to leave his chamber and make his way to the King with a somewhat annoyed and aggravated look upon his face and mood. After an additional few minutes of walking the hallways of the fortress Sargon arrived upon the King’s throne room. Once there he had been informed that Sonken senses a Captain of the thirteen court guard squads in the human world a top of a mountain. It was assumed that the Captain was training alone and that it would be the best time to strike him down for good.

Sargon although unpleased with the fact he was being ordered around by another individual was pleased by the idea of defeating a Captain of the Soul Society. One of the few giants steps the Espada would take on his road to become a legend of power. After Souken had dismissed him Sargon made way back to his chambers. It was going to be a most pleasant evening just the thought of a Captain’s blood flowing down his throat made the eyes of the Arrancar tremble with delight. Once there Sargon had ordered Aurora to train for the remainder of the day while making sure his dinner would be ready when he got back with an empty few bottles just for the blood. After that Sargon had whistled resulting in a Garganta opening in front of him which he stepped into only to have to stap shut right after closing Hueco Mundo off from the third Espada.

Sargon walked through the tunnel of darkness between the dimensions at a leisurely pace with his arms crossed over his chest while his face remained stern over the thoughts rushing through his mind. Though Souken had sent him out to deal with a Captain Sargon couldn’t help, but feel like this individual would only disappoint him like all of the others. Not a single opponent in the history of his life as a spiritual being had ever managed to push Sargon to the point of near death. It just seemed like the chances of finding such a powerful foe was impossible and he would be unable to feel the thrill of a challenge course through his body for the remainder of eternity.

As the Garganta opened at the peak of the mountain Sargon stepped out from the darkness causing it to close behind him. It was easy to see that the Shinigami Souken had sent him to kill was standing merely a hundred paces or so from him and already knew of his arrival probably due to some skill in sensing the reiatsu of spiritual beings. However, nothing about this so called Captain was breathe taking or note worthy that Sargon could tell. At best the only thing that spiked a small amount of interest was the twin katana that the man wields at his sides. “Damn yet another boring foe.” As the Espada sighed in disappointed he walked closer to the Shinigami as he began to speak. Sargon stopped after a few steps once the Shinigami had the never to imply that he could kill him. Such an impossible result was only the dream of children wishing to be superheroes to please an inner darkness. “Watch what you say you worthless bitch before I kill you just to silence your dream filled threats. I belief a sign of power should have my name carved into it for your kind to learn what true power looks like. My name is Sargon Denumic the Tercera Espada.”

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Stats
Strength - 200 (100)
Speed - 300
Spiritual Pressure - 300 (600)
Reiatsu Strength - 400 (1000)
Light Aura - 0
Dark Aura - 100
Instinct - 100
Senses - 200 (100)
Energy sensory - 0
Healing Expertise - 400

Total SP: 1900 Points

Abilities
•[Weapons: Swords] 3
•[Weapons: Shield] 3
•[Street Fighting] 3
•[Strength of Will] 3
•[Battle Focus] 3

[Hokori Kuchiki]

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“My, I am honored to be graced with the presence of the Tererca Espada. You may know me, for I have many titles, Left hand to the head of the Kuchiki Family, The Bookkeeper, The Bishop of Erudition, and Captain of the fifth division. I am Hokori Kuchiki, and I will be the last person that you will ever see.” Hokori noted the stance of the espada how he walked. The man walked with confidence, possibly overt arrogance, as if he was stronger than all others. However, it could be noted that if that were true this wouldn’t be a fight. It would be a slaughter, for when he was a Vice-captain. Kuroi had left him half dead and barely able to cling to any shred of hope. It was true to be said the Segunda Espada was of course a monster in his own regard, but a cool calculated monster none the less. There were also the stories of he who walked in shadows, Hokori did not know who or what the Primera Espada was. They had never met in combat, but he could only imagine the horror that he would and could possess.

His tsuba shined as he moved, circling the espada taking him in. He smiled, it was cold but polite as if someone had stopped by that he didn’t like but would respect dropped by his family’s manor. The reiastu that was passively being exuded from the Arrancar was palpable. And did Hokori detect a hint of ash smell from him? Perhaps he did, the smell had not been here before. He made mental note of this, storing it away for later for it could be useful. He completed a circle, his offhand resting lightly on the hilt of his blade. It would be easy to draw it even from this position, from a reverse grip into the standard blade form. However his main hand, hung evenly at his side as he circled the man. As he finished his inspection, he came to a conclusion. “Yes, Yes, it will be this hand.” He raised his right hand. His sword hand, “this hand is going to reach out, and when it does you’re going to want to die. Every cell in your body is going to want to die and when I pull this hand back. You’ll be dead. Truly no one has taught you manners. So I digress, that means the duty falls to me.”

His speech was coldly articulate, yet he was speaking as if to an old friend. Hokori Kuchiki was smiling, smiling fully at Sargon and there was a slight perceptible change about him. His eyes were usually a bright neon green, but they were an odd mix of bright green and glowing orange. As if the Kuchiki’s eyes couldn’t decide what color they wanted to be. In reality, his mind was beginning to feel bloodlust. Bloodlust like he hadn’t felt in almost a century. The Arrancar he had fought up to this point had all been too refined, to high class. He would enjoy this; enjoy killing this Arrancar in the grandest fashion possible. But there was another side to him, a side that warned caution against running headlong into battle with such a foe. The Arrancar was strong after all, it was apparent that his proportionate reiastu amount was greater than the captain’s, possibly to the point of double and the strength of it was apparent. It was greater than the captain’s as well. He needed to know his strength physically, how fast he was, and if his reaction times were up to par.

But truly there were few ways to get that started with him just standing there. His reiastu began to channel through his body and there was a growing whine in the air as reiastu spun round and round. Around his feet, both his knees, and both his elbows reiastu spun. It tapered off into spinning points creating drills of reiastu around these points of his body. He was sure with the difference in their strength, hierro, the ability to harden one’s skin using reiastu would be a problem. Though to be fair, he had methods to take down even the strongest hierro given enough time. Or he could just wear out the arrancar until he pierced it. Which was good, very good indeed, his hand drew his blade and flicked it forwards. Mentally releasing it, as light flew off of it changing it, elongating it. As the sheath faded away and in his hands formed a seven section staff. It was locked into a spear form. He took his stance as it began to spread its power unseen to Sargon. His scent of choice? The ash smell that Sargon normally exhumed, and with it Sargon wouldn’t smell a particular difference if he were in its range. He smiled, starring at the Arrancar. “Alright Tercera Espada, let us begin and see how powerful you truly are."


Remaining Reiastu: 2850/3000 (-150 for Shikai release)

Shikai Post Count: 1/10

[Sargon Denumic]

"Why do I always have to find the most annoying least promising foe." Sargon was so annoyed already by this Shinigami's voice not to mention the actual words he spoke. The Espada had toned out what he was saying after he began talking about himself. Sargon had no intention of listening to the names that a weakling went by that would only live to see another few minutes of light. Once Sargon had dealt with this annoying Captain all those names he spoke of would only serve the purpose of spreading Sargon’s throughout Soul Society and nothing more.

Everything about how this man carried himself and spoke was simply an annoyance. How smug, nerdy and just down right emotionless this Captain was brought swear rage to the Espada. It was plan to see that this Shinigami held two swords that appeared to be twins. Sargon had heard of rare Shinigami that had manifested two zanpakuto so at the very least this individual might be a rarity that would serve his glorious name. “Listen here worm I don’t care what you call yourself or who you so willingly serve for your name is going to serve to spread my name throughout your pitiful world.” Sargon just kept his senses sharp as the Captain circled around him obviously making notice of whatever Sargon was wearing or looked like.

It was then that the Shinigami had begun to speak once again as if in a dream where he was invincible so ignorant to what was right in front of him. As the Shinigami stopped and began to speak again Sargon just stared with his arms crossed appearing unnerved and uninterested in what he was speaking about. It was when the Shinigami release his zanpakuto that Sargon’s pupils finally revealed a tiny twinge of movement. The release of his zanpakuto only brought a small amount of promise to the Captain. It seemed to be a spear so at least it was a physical type of zanpakuto and hopefully wouldn’t resort to a boring type of battle. Yet again though this Shinigami just wouldn’t shut up and get to the actual battle never ceasing his constant annoyance.

Staring the Shinigami down Sargon moved his right hand backwards behind his shoulder and gripped the hilt of his own zanpakuto. The massive pitch black claymore was pulled from the Espada’s back to the front lines of a battle something that hadn’t occurred in nearly two decades. Just as the claymore was pulled from his back down to his side the wind blew from behind him causing the fresh snow to fall into the air from the ground. This was the beginning of the battle that would engrave Sargon’s name throughout Soul Society. As the snow lifted in front of him causing his actual body to be blurred and kept partly from sight the Espada lifted his left index finger. He was interested to at least see what actions this so called Captain would take so as the first attack against him Sargon fired off a ash grey colored bala aimed right towards the Shinigami’s chest.

Remaining Reiatsu: 5550/6000 ~Bala~

[Hokori Kuchiki]

OOC: Sorry Short Post is short.

IC: Hokori listened to the Espada, noting exactly how he was speaking. He was animalistic and arrogant, he held his staff as the arrancar's massive arm took the blade and swung it down. Hokori kept watching the arrancar, he raised the his left index finger and an ash grey bala fired, Hokori's shikai swiped upward and forced its way clean through the bala. There was some resistance, expected from someone as mighty as an espada but Hokori's shikai was strong and he was able to slice clean through. Hokori's staff finished slicing upward, before his stepped off with the reduced earth steps. One step took him the the side, allowing his staff to turn in his hands drawing it across the lower torso of Sargon. He needed to see just how powerful this hierro was.

He turned and slid on the air ground letting the staff turn once more in his hands bringing the blade pointed downward once more. Hokori had shifted the essence of Sargon's Sonido, Now he would bow. He began to speak to the Espada, it was concise, clear, and articulate. "An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, Evil to fight Evil, Fire to fight Fire. Hath withstood pain to create many flames of vengeance.” His shikai extended forward in his hands and snapped shut clipping his thumb. Letting his finger drip with a few drops of blood. “And yet, those empherial works of art will never be remembered. I hereby offer my blood in an indestructible contract with the flame of atonement.” His left hand blazed with green balefire. "Hado #86: Soukahou." The green flames held onto his hands, but it hadn't fired yet. It's purpose was yet to be scene. He looked at the arrancar while he chanted and activated his hado and he knew it would be easy to evade the arrancar and continue the kidou incantation and activation. It would be possible, and Hokori would succeed.

Remaining Reiastu: 2200/3000

Shikai Post Count: 1/10

Hado #86: Soukahou Post Count: 1/5

Hado #86: Soukahou RS: 1080

[Hokori Kuchiki]

(OOC: Sargon is withdrawling from this thread, making Hokori the victor)