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[Garret]

Thread Title: What Burns Hotter? Anger or Hellfire
Participants: Garret & Jak
World: Human World
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: Russian wilderness
Special Conditions: If this thread continues on for at least 20 posts, then it turns at night and Garrets Osen activates.
Circumstances: He's been noticed by Soul Society, so now it's time the Human World turns their interest to the Rogue. Jak has been sent to figure out the source of the large number of Hollows being detected at night, only to be found as rotting corpses in the morning.

[Garret]

What day was it? It seemed impossible to keep track of the days anymore. Each was the same, each was no different. When the world was basked in the warmth of the sunlight there was peace. There was travel. New sights to see, new rivers to cross. Everything was at peace. Night, however, brought the exact opposite. Night brought survival. Night brought war. It was nearing that time. The time in which the sun dipped below the horizon and traded its spot in the sky with the moon. When light would vanish and be replaced with darkness. It was nearing that time once again. The time of battle.

Resting against a fallen log was one man. Draped in a brown leather cape as if it was a blanket was a single man. Resting on the log to his side was a weapon. Anyone looking at it would say it was a sword from its shape. But how could it have been a sword? It was too large, looked to be too heavy and too rough. No, it was more like a slab of iron. A slab of iron over six feet in length. It was monstrous. The white haired man who rested beside the sword seemed to be asleep, his only visible eye shut.

Garret wasn't asleep though. This close to dusk he would never fall asleep. He was resting, yes. Resting his eye to be more specific. While he wasn't going to fall asleep his body would appreciate the rest. The swordsman had a much faster rate of endurance recovery than most people, meaning he didn't need to rest as long as other people. It was quiet. The only sounds Garret heard was the sudden wind blowing across the grass. He was wrapped up in his cloak so the cold bite of the wind wouldn't reach his skin.

It was quiet. So very quiet. A quiet that Garret appreciated. A quiet that was needed. The fire inside him was still burning, but not in the way that it would at night. That flame of anger, of hatred, that wanted nothing more than to consume everything that made Garret hurt. The flame that sought to devour the Hollows for what they took from him. For a split second Garrets lip began to curl, one hands fingers tightening around the cloak, before he calmed down and resumed relaxing.

It was always this way. Garret always, somehow or another, became on the verge of losing control. His anger, ever growing, threatened to consume his sanity and force him to become little more than a monster. But at the end of the day, man or beast, he was him. Didn't really matter to him what others saw him as. He was Garret, the man who would kill every last Hollow. Revenge. Pleasure. Hate. All these emotions mixed together inside of him, turning him into a violent hurricane of destruction just waiting to turn his blade on someone else.

Tightening his cloak around his body, he tried to block out the chill of the winter air. Luckily for him there was a lack of snow, but the biting chill was just agitating. The fire nearby provided warmth, and his cloak provided protection from the wind. He figured he wasn't going to rest much longer, as he wanted to make more distance before the night would arrive. He figured he was clear of his Osens affected area from the night before, but sometimes he couldn't be too sure.

The sudden sound of footprints though caught his attention. They weren't heavy like a Hollows, rather soft in fact. Like a person. Opening his eye Garret gazed up at the person who had appeared from seemingly nowhere. Distrustful, and suspicious, Garret narrowed his eye at the approaching individual and asked. "What do you want?"

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{Stats & Skills}

Strength - 300 Points = 450

Speed - 100 - Points

Spiritual Pressure - 350 - Points = 455

Reiatsu Strength - 50 - Points = 35

Light Aura - 20 - Points

Dark Aura - 80 - Points

Instinct - 125 - Points

Senses - 100 - Points = 75

Energy sensory - 0 - Points

Healing Expertise - 0 - Points

Total SP: 1025 Points

• [Weapons: Greatswords] {2}
  
  
• [Strength of Will] {2}
  
  
• [Pain Tolerance] {2}
  
  
• [Battle Analysis] {2}
  
  
• [Lack of Fear] {2}
  
  
• [Damage Recovery] {2}
  
  
• [Bleeding Tolerance] {2}
  

[Jak Halcom]

Russia, it had to be Russia again. Jak grumbled to himself as he sped on the snow mobile that he had rented. This was the second time that the UE had sent Jak to this god forsaken, freezing, pit of a country. Suffice to say that he was not a fan. He preferred warmer weather far more than the cold. He can survive and operate well enough in cold weather sure, but he still didn't have to like it. It wasn't really the cold itself that was the main issue. It was more the fact that he could do little about it thanks to his right arm. The large chains that spiral up it made wearing any sort of jacket, or anything with sleeves, a fruitless endeavor.

Jak was sent here because there had been a spike in hollow activity in Russia lately. He was sent to find out why. He was a decent fighter.  He could hold his own against pretty much anything, well Jak would like to think that. He started to feel something in the area. He wasn't the best at sensing spiritual beings, but he was able to tell at least when something was nearby. He stopped the snow mobile and got off. He wasn't too worried about someone stealing it out here in the middle of no where. He made his way on foot from there. He didn't want to completely give himself away, and let whoever it was time to run off. He had no skill in sneaking around, but he tried anyway.

 "What do you want?"
The question caused Jak to stop in his tracks for a moment before casually strolling over closer to the man. He was draped in a brown cloak trying to stay warm. Jak glanced at the weapon the man had beside him. Due to the sheer size of it, he had to assume that the man was really strong. Jak stood a fair distance from the mean. About six feet of space separated the two. Jak shifted in his heavy coat pulling the hood and goggles off his face. He tried to make himself look as pleasant as he could. His right arm was a dull red keeping itself warm with its excessive heat. He was the person that he was feeling alright. Jak thought wondering if he could be the man he was looking for. 

"Easy there big guy, I am not here to make trouble." He started eyeing the sword with his red eyes. "I have been sent to investigate the spike in hollow activity in the area. Can I ask if you have seen or heard of anything?" He asked thinking that he might as well inquire about the subject. If this guy was as strong as he thought he was, then surly he would have been the subject of a hollow attack or two during this spike. "I am Jak Halcom by the way. I work for Uzaki Enterprise." he thought that the least he could do for intruding on the man was at least introduce himself and state why he was here. He crossed his arms trying to get comfortable pulling his right arm close to his chest. 

[Garret]

This was a first. For once, somebody that did not actually want to attack him, at least so they claimed. It had not been this way in a long time. Nearly everything he came across these days was out to get him. Hollows, Shinigami, dangerous animals, the weather, everything was thrown against him. And yet, as if he was some undying beast, he simply pushed through his hardships. So looking at this Jak Halcom from Uzaki Enterprise, Garret remained untrusting. He slowly rose to his full height, towering over the Nakabakki by a good margin, sporting a body that was designed and toned from the ever constant battles that he underwent. While Jak had a well developed figure, Garrets was larger. His muscles were thicker, harder, the result of using that gigantic mass behind him and the constant battles he endured.

He looked down on Jak, that gray eye of his studying the Nakabakki before him. His appearance was unnatural. His eyes, and especially that arm, caused some suspicion to grow into Garret. But he wasn't one to judge someone's looks, unless they resembled a Hollow. Arrancar were judged without issue, since they were nothing more than Hollows pretending to be Humans. But this thing was different. Looking at Jaks arm, he watched the glowing limb that was obviously producing its own heat. Whatever. Jak wasn't attacking him, so why was Garret so concerned with a deformed limb. Things were weird in this world.

But it was the question that Jak was asking that really pushed Garret over. His eye narrowed at Jak, immediately suspecting he could be some agent of the Shinigami. But, if he wasn't, then Garret didn't see why he should simply attack him. But, the swordsman did not see why he would give the freak the answers he wanted. It didn't seem like he was an agent of the Shinigami, especially by claiming that he was sent by an organization called "Uzaki Enterprise". He had never heard of it.

Stepping around his blade and pulling it free from the ground, Garret would only speak a single warning to the young man. "Do not pursue this, kid. Many Shinigami have died over that question you're trying to answer. Go back to whoever sent you." The swordsman warned, resting his blade against his shoulder and beginning to walk away from Jak, to head into the forest ahead. If the Nakabakki let the Rogue get away, then he would fail his mission for Kazura. And if Garret entered those woods, Jak would never be able to find him again.

[Jak Halcom]

Jak watched Garret stand up and grab his sword. Jak looked up at the man thinking, damn that guy is big! Jak did not move from his position. He was not really intimidated by the size of the man. IF anything, he was getting more exited. He doesn't really get to fight people bigger than himself, other than hollows, but those are generally larger than people most of the time. His red eyes peered right into Garret's grey eyes. It seemed that Garret didn't want anything to do with the young man. "Do not pursue this, kid. Many Shinigami have died over that question you're trying to answer. Go back to whoever sent you." Jak laughed a little bit.

"Well I do commend you on taking out any Shinigami." He stopped sighing slightly. He was really hoping that he would go without a fight, but he was far more than willing to fight if Garret wants to. "But, I am afraid that I have to insist on this issue. I don't give up on anything without a fight." He flexed his spiritual pressure not really trying to push him to the ground like most people would, but more showing the man that he was not going to be taking lightly. "It is nothing personal, but on top of my duties, you seem like a strong opponent. If it comes down to a fight i am completely game for it." He said with a confident smile. 

[Garret]

The swordsman stopped, his footsteps coming to a halt as the young man persisted. The reiatsu he managed to feel as a physical force, coming from the freak, had caused Garret to pause. It was a reaction he was all too familiar with. Releasing his reiatsu like that, Jak was trying to intimidate the swordsman. That grey eye closed in disappointment, finding that the reiatsu he was feeling was not much compared to his own. Frowning, the swordsman remained still as Jak spoke to him. He wanted to fight? Wasn't often that Garret actually received a challenge for a fight. Shinigami, more often than not, simply attacked him on sight. Hollows and Arrancar did not require explanation.

It was then that Jak suddenly felt an immense force being pushed against him. It was much more than his own reiatsu, and mixed within it were intense negative emotions; anger, hatred, fear and murderous intent. There was a visual effect as well, the swordsman being consumed within an furry of crimson reiatsu that pushed out a wind away from him. It was a showing that the Rogue did not fear the hybrid, and was a display of his own superiority. The swordsman slowly turned, that single eye of his glaring down at the Nakabakki before him.

"This really what you want, kid?" Garret asked, slowly reaching behind him, to show Jak that he was not doing any tricks, and wrapped his fingers around the stained, bandaged hilt of his gigantic weapon. Pulling his cloak aside around it, he drew the massive weapon free of its holder, giving it a single swing before resting its tip upon the ground. To even call the weapon he drew a sword was wrong. It was too large, too long, too rough and too thick to be described as a sword. Rather, the weapon he drew, was more like a slab of raw iron.

There was an odor to the blade, a strong one that even Jak would pick up. The scent of dried blood, yet it did not smell...human. The blade had stains of dried blood upon it as well, and being a spiritual weapon it had no risk of rusting, though sharpness was never truly a factor with this sword. "If you want to fight..." Garret began, his voice loud and attention grabbing "Understand that I will treat you like everything else that has stood in my way, regardless of your intentions." He threatened, the venom dripping in his voice being a clear indicator of what you meant.

"So take this as your last warning. Leave." there was no other option. If Jak did not heed this warning, then Garret was going to cut him down. Even if Jak found fighting fun, the swordsman did not share that sentiment. Fighting was survival for him. It was not a game. He was giving Jak the opening move, as it was up to the Nakabakki to either leave or suffer the consequences. Would Jak leave and offer some form of explanation to his boss, or was his devotion to Uzaki so powerful he would risk life and limb to complete his task?

[Amagai Kuchiki]

Hmm. In the future, I'm personally only gonna grade fights that actually had fighting. Not sure why this was cancelled, it seemed like an interesting start. But regardless, here's my grading:

160 TP Garret
60 TP Jak