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Post by Takara Takeda on Feb 12, 2016 10:21:52 GMT -5
Thread Title: Beaches Always Have Battles Participants: Garret vs Takara World: Human World Death Setting: Non Death Enabled Rating: R Location: On the edge of Japan sits a ancient forgotten beach surrounded by trees and pillars of stone. Giant fragments of pillars now rest in the shallows of the beach while some still stand.
Special Conditions: If the thread continues for 10 posts any Hollow/Arrancar class 4 or under is able to invade due to Garret's Osen. Circumstances: Takara is out learning about the nature of Japan when she finds the forgotten beach. However, when she gets close she senses the reiatsu of a Rogue. People really just don't get along.
Last Edit: Feb 12, 2016 10:24:42 GMT -5 by Takara Takeda
Post by Takara Takeda on Feb 12, 2016 20:11:36 GMT -5
Moving throughout the nation of Japan was something that Takara had been meaning to do since she had awoken in the museum. She had actually been doing that and it had led to her meeting Kazura. After she had met him though Kazura had set her up with her own apartment near the tower that she currently was staying. It was all she needed for the time being, but not what she wanted. She was a goal oriented spirit even if she was a Mod Soul. She loved beauty and grandeur and wouldn't be satisfied until she got what she wanted.
That was in part the reason why she wasn't in Karakura Town right now. She was out scanning over the country of Japan. Taking in all of its beauty and form so that when the time came she would be able to build whatever she wanted where she wanted it. She knew it would take time since she had to keep working with Kazura in order to get the resources and find the other Mod Souls. However, that was a small price for the plans that she had been thinking of lately.
She had been gone since the wee hours of the morning leaving before anyone would even be aware to call her or look for her since everyone expected her to act like royalty and not wish to do anything with her own hands. They were only partly true though. Takara was royalty and nothing would ever change that and she would make an example of anyone who stated differently. However, she knew that nothing truly grand could come able by doing nothing by ones self. That was why she was out here in the wilderness, the forest where animals ran and now human seemed to be.
Takara had been gone all day and now could tell based on the position of the sun that it was reaching dusk in terms of time. She more than likely wouldn't be able to get back to Karakura Town prior to the sun setting which meant that it would be better to simply find a place that wasn't surrounded by trees. Takara didn't mind them by themselves they were beautiful to look at, but the animals that stayed in them could lead to a problem that was better left unapproached. Brushing aside the branches and leaves Takara stopped for a second as she saw her new location.
Before her was what looked to be a beautiful beach with massive sections of stone in the water. Some of them appeared to still be standing and were massive yet faded by time and nature. It was truly magnificent and she drank in it's beauty for a moment prior to her approach. However, something such as that could only last for so long until one had to sample it. So Takara made her way down to the beach and looked around. After a few minutes she decided it would be wise to simply stay here until tomorrow. So removing her shoes which in truth she hated anyway she approached the water.
She hadn't really seen a beach before only pictured during her research and what she was programmed to know. Nothing with her own existence had ever brought her this close to something so simple and available to the other races. This was something that she wished for her people. To have the same rights and privileges as the rest of them. She was going to do whatever she could to get what she wanted . . no what her people deserved. Even if the building blocks were taking longer than she wished to put together.
Takara though was curious about the beach. She had read that such a place was fun and something that an individual wouldn't readily forget after experiencing. So removing her dress and laying it down on a sea drifted log Takara made her way into the water. She would swim for some time experiencing the difference between this and simply bathing. At first it was actually hard to tell what made it so different and then she realized how she was staying in the same place that other forms of life did and lived.
She was having a rather nice time until she sensed the reiatsu of something dark approaching. The aura that it gave off was rather dark along with its reiatsu. However, it was more than half a mile away and she didn't have reason to believe that it had picked up her reiatsu signature. However, she still wasn't fearful so suppressing it didn't come to her. She simply stayed afloat while she made her way to the shore. She continued to sense the reiatsu picking up details about it as she went.
It was a Shinigami yet not a normal one. She had sensed this taint before something that infected the soul and life force of a Shinigami in a way that wasn't natural. It was different than simply aging. There was a Rogue nearby. "Well this should certainly be interesting." Takara thought as she picked up that the individual wasn't actively aggressive in personality yet it seemed to be an emotion that he experienced more often than anything else. She reached the shore and reached for her dress just as the figure appeared on the beach and met her gaze.
This was different. He was used to wastelands, to forests, to river beds, to snow covered plains...but this was different. The Rogue had wandered far in an aimless direction, letting the winds guide his path. He didn't care where he went, all he did was walk in preparation of his next battle. A battle that would inevitably come. A battle he couldn't escape, a battle he couldn't run from, a battle that cast himself upon the precipice of life and death. Once that sun set he would be thrust into a fight for his very life, one that he had to win. One he had no choice but to win. But right now that was not what was on his mind. Right now he was focused on what he was seeing.
His boots sinking slightly into the sand, the Rogue remained still as his single gray eye looked out across the horizon, watching the rolling waves reflect the light of the evening sun. Even though his face remained stoic, uninterested, the Rogue was actually awestruck. Never before had Garret seen the ocean. In the seven hundred years of his existence he had never seen a body of water so massive he couldn't see the end. He'd heard of the ocean, listened to stories about it, and even seen pictures of it...but this was his first time being here. He'd never seen anything like it, and for the first time in his travels he was interested in the location he was visiting.
The swordsman blinked, not used to the salt in the air at all. He could feel his whole body stinging from the salt in the air, barely healed wounds reacting poorly to the salt, causing his body to sting in discomfort. But he could take it; it wasn't anything to the pain he's felt before. His hair blew gently in the forcing winds, the swordsman nose picking up the scent of the salt again. It really was something. Looking out at it he almost felt like he was getting pulled in. The sound of the waves, watching them dance, it really was something.
This beach was something else. It was like a piece of land that time had not yet touched. Stone pillars, rocks from time long lost no doubt, rose like trees into the air, casting shadows out and across the sandy beach. Garret was quiet as he watched the waves, the feeling of water seeping through his boots prompted him to look down. He watched the water push forward and be pulled back by the changing tide, the sight of small shelled creatures burrowing into the sand, showed him that the ocean was full of life.
He was sure that if he used Echo his mind would explode from all of the life energy he would pick up when the technique pinged back to him. While curious he was curious he wasn't going to risk it, content to just stare out at the ocean for a little while longer. Beside him, resting itself in the sand, was his blade. A weapon too large to be called a sword, it was too rough, too long, it was more like a slab of raw iron. He rested his arm on the base of the blade, arm around the grip as he stood, watching, thinking.
He was wondering how Cassandra would have liked to see this, to see her excited expression. To see her playing in the surf. Garret would have loved to see it. He would have loved to see that smile. His eye suddenly began to sting from the salt, prompting him to wipe away a small amount of moisture from his eyelid. The swordsman sighed, looking out at the setting sun in disappointment. He wouldn't mind this moment lasting forever. Standing here amidst this peace, his only company being the sound of the waves, and the opportunity to just let his mind wander. It was peace. Something Garret wanted so damn badly.
But he knew that it was fleeting. The man could not have peace. He was cursed. Cursed to fight a war that only he could fight. He had nobody. Nothing. He aimed to rid this world of monsters, and yet he felt he was losing himself in this fight. Becoming the very thing he was fighting so hard against. Sometimes he felt like he was fighting himself more than he was the Hollows. He sighed, closing his eye as he resented the fact that he had to leave. He didn't want to go, he wanted to stay here for a while longer, but he needed to keep moving. The sand was not a good thing to fight on, especially with a weapon like his.
But as he prepared to leave something, or someone, caught his attention. The man turned his gaze towards the approaching woman, taking her in and studying her. A tall figure with a head of long black hair, violet eyes, and ample breasts was approaching him. Her form was wet, showing that she had just been in the surf no doubt enjoying a swim. Garret simply blinked with a look of absolute disinterest on his face. Well, the peace was gone with the appearance of company. Garret wasn't interested in conversation or company, clearly shown by the lack of shits given on his face.
Grabbing his sword with his bandaged right hand, the swordsman began to turn away, wrenching his sword free of the sand and beginning to walk, resting the weapon on his shoulder. He needed to keep moving until the sun set, preparing himself for the battle that was coming. There was a chance this woman was trouble, and honestly he wouldn't be surprised if she was. Everyone that came across Garret seemed to have some damn issue with him. He was going to do his best to avoid any trouble this time.
Post by Takara Takeda on Feb 13, 2016 22:31:47 GMT -5
Her bare feet touched the surface of the sandy beach and Takara having the salt water glide down her curvy figure felt a chill. She hadn't been thinking about what she was actually going to experience coming out o-f the water. As soon as she had sensed the reiatsu of this Rogue all of the feelings that she had been engulfed in seemed to dissipate until now she was felt somewhat surprised at how cold it seemed. It only took a brief moment to realize why, but she had to think straight and consider everything.
The first correct course of action right now was pretty obvious Takara felt. Making her way up from the water her small feet leaving prints in the sand as she went. She would have to get dressed first. It was rather annoying considering she had been out in the wilderness all day and now had finally found a place that was promising only for this type of situation to occur. Things could be worse though and that was what Takara was thankful for at the moment. This could simply have been a normal Shinigami instead of a Rogue.
The fact that she could tell by the nature of its reiatsu that it was different than a Shinigami meant that it more than likely wasn't a Shinigami that had just abandoned Soul Society recently. This one was more than likely an entity that had been away for a long period of time. There was no doubt that this Rogue was not a new one. She could sense the reiatsu and how powerful it seemed to be. More powerful than most of the Shinigami that she had encountered so far. She could only ponder though what kind of Bakkoto she might have to deal with if it came to that.
The Shinigami always toying with things that they don't understand always trying to find new technology and power. New ways to tip the scales of power in their favor while taking no more risks as a species. That had been the reason for the creation of Mod Souls. That had been the reason why they had abducted humans and experienced on them to create the Bount. Both races nothing more then toys to them that were then deemed not efficient or simply to much to deal with and thrown out.
Takara was fed up with everything that they had done. If she got the chance she was going to bring everything about them crumbling down. Right now though as she reached the log that she had set her dress out on when she had prepared to enter the water it seemed that the Rogue's figure became easier to interpret. Takara's senses were so fine ever increasing it detail and proficiency. Her sight was enough that now that she focused she could make out what the Rogue actually looked like even from the distance and the ever changing light of nature.
It was without a doubt in her mind a male of incredibly height and size. Her mathematical brain going to work right away simply to gather up more information on him while she could get the chance in case she would need it. She could tell that his height was massive compared to the normal Shinigami. Reaching six feet and three inches in height. That along with his broadness and muscle tone she calculated that he had to weight somewhere between two hundred and forty five to two hundred and fifty pounds.
He had long white hair that didn't seem natural. It seemed as if he had experienced far to much stress and pain in his life and all of the color that might at one time flowed throughout it all had dyed. He was missing an eye which was easy to tell due to the eye patch that covered it. However, Takara wasn't going to judge that by such a thing. He could very well be hiding something under it or simply limiting himself to take foes off guard when battle actually commenced. Either way he was a Rogue that definitely fit the bill of a muscle head that would have incredibly strength.
Slipping into the dark violet dress Takara did her best to keep it dry. She hated wet clothing it was so annoying how much it clung to her skin. She was mostly fine when it was on and she flung her hair out of the way over it as it was wet and without a doubt would cause her dress to be in time. She started to walk over towards him, but as she did she probed into his soul reading his reiatsu and further down into what actually made him who he was. He didn't seem the type to have allies, only foes and Takara was interested for the time being to find out why.
As her steps continued to Garret without a doubt noticed her coming yet didn't seem to care Takara began to get flashes of memories that belonged to the brute of a Rogue. Seeing through his eyes events that he had undergone without his life. The burning of a building and screams of anger and panic. She couldn't seem to find anything pleasant or at least nothing of the kind was coming to her. All she was seeing were battles fought against Hollows. All of them dark, all of them painful and all of his time spent trying to do nothing more than survive.
Takara stopped five feet from the Rogue as he gave her that gaze that spoke to how he didn't give a damn about who she was or what was going on. It seemed that what peace he had actually gotten by finding this place had now been tarnished. As he walked away though Takara felt like for some reason he could become something interesting. "You know it might not be wise to stay in an area that hides so much from view. They might get you tonight Garret." So many memories and yet only so few that held the voices of those that had known him.
His walking stopped. Both feet planted firmly into the sand as he came to a halt. The sound of the crashing waves and wind was the only ones that broke the silence. His cloak fluttering softly in the wind as the swordsman stood there, contemplating the best course of action. What she had said made him stop. What she had said had caught him off guard. The swordsman was quiet as he stared off into the distance, wondering what it was he was dealing with now. He blinked, closing his eye as he could feel the bubbling rage begin to take shape.
She wasn't Hollow or Arrancar, that much was for sure. She was something else. Human? He wasn't sure. This was why he avoided other people. They always stuck their nose into business that did not involve them. His eye opening itself back up, he felt his fingers tightening together into fists beneath his cloak. He turned slowly, that gray eye of his locking onto her. That roughed up face of his, warped by stress and injuries, simply looked at her. He was wondering how to handle this, what to say, how she knew who he was and what it was he worried about.
"Don't pursue this." He suddenly said, actually unsure himself why he had suddenly said that. His gray eye locked on the woman, studying her for any reactions or emotions. It was a warning, but not necessarily a threat. It wasn't like he said "I'm going to kill you" he was only warning her to not get involved with him, to not become interested. He was beckoning her to forget about him, to let him go, to not pursue him. He was not somebody someone should be interested in. The swordsman turned away again.
"Forget you saw me. Go on with your life. And stay out of my head." Garret warned again, having possibly figured out how she knew his name and what it was he had been worried about. It was something that Taiho explained to him some time ago, albeit fleetingly, that those with incredible levels of energy sensory skill could...tap into another's soul, read them like a torn apart book. The thought of it disturbed him, that a single individual could just peer into someone's life and that there was nothing the victim could do.
It was why he warned her to stay out of his head. There were things in there he didn't want people to see. Things that would push him over the edge. He didn't want anyone to see the madness within him, the struggle he endured just to live. His story had no happy endings, the only happiness he had being ripped away from him. The happiness was buried so deep that Takara would go mad trying to dig through the darkness, through the emotions of each night's battle.
Trying to dig through his soul to find that light would be a task she may not want to put herself through. It would be like swimming through sludge, a darkness that latched onto her and threatened to change her. Corrupt her. See the world for what it really was. Hell. She would have to pull herself through Garrets living hell, to relive each of his nights, to suffer each of his wounds, to be assaulted by the hurricane of hatred inside of him. And when she finally dug deep enough, so deep she would being to suspect she was close to that light, she wound find something...something different. Something unlike any Rogue had possessed before him. Something that would lash out at her.
Something evil. Something that looked right back at her.
Garret began to walk again, determined this time to put enough distance between himself and the woman as he possibly could before the night came. What she said was right, this was not a good place to fight. The obscuring rocks, the loose sand beneath him, and the threat of being knocked into the watery abyss behind him just didn't make this a good place to fight. It was why he was leaving, heading back deeper into the mainland to find more stable ground. Somewhere where he would be alone to face his battle. He wanted nothing more to do with the woman.
Post by Takara Takeda on Feb 14, 2016 22:54:21 GMT -5
Takara stood there in the sand feeling the tiny grains of stone between her toes and beneath her small feet. Her feet were covered in the sand now from walking up and through it after she had been in the water. While the water had actually been nice and enjoyable to experience the sensation of this sand layered across her feet wasn't anywhere near enjoyable. It was proving to be a hindrance as well as something that was bringing forth frustration at a time when such an emotion wasn't suggestable.
The large Rogue by the name of Garret seemed to hear what she had said and stopped moving Takara continued to search throughout his soul while reading his reiatsu and keeping her vision on his body. What she felt as he stopped though was his emotions shifting. He had gone from indifferent of the situation to anger and rage that she could tell was directed towards her. The man seemed to be one that fit the profile of a loner better than anyone she had met. However, getting so worked up over something so small she didn't understand.
Takara hadn't done anything wrong. She was sensing him for her own safety. What she had said was actually simply a suggestion that could save him from a bad battle occurring. However, Garret didn't seem to take it that way. For whatever reason the fact that she had spoken to him pushed him into a rage. She wasn't sure if he knew that she was sensing his soul or if she had done something else to gain the information. Whichever he thought though he seemed to be against it. So sensitive for a large man and one that bathed in blood on a regular basis she thought.
Still searching throughout his soul still going through memory after memory things that were dark and covered in emotions of nothing, but despair. All she seemed to be getting were things that would turn anyone into an asshole. Events that purged this man of whatever had once held him together as a decent individual. She came across distance memories and recent ones scattered about unable to actually tell when everything had happened.
Everything no matter what she was able to find though seemed to be just darkness. Events of despair that she was sure anyone would wish to forget. She was just about ready to give up believing that there wasn't anything worth an effort anymore to find. Until suddenly a memory of joy flashed through her mind from his soul and she understood why he was acting this way. It wasn't the constant barrage of battles that he never seemed to get away from. He had lost someone important to him that he could never replace.
Garret turned to her though and gave her a warning that she should not pursue after him and just give up. His tone and expression were things that beckoned to be improved. She didn't sense any ill intent from him as he spoke though. Whether or not he planned to inflict harm she wasn't sure. Takara was starting to lose the single memory that didn't have ill feelings stored within it. All it had was sorrow and the memory seemed to be tainted in some way. That was when something broke through and Takara stared at the twisted smiled of whatever was with the Rogue. She couldn't tell precisely what it was, but whatever it was knew she was in his head.
Taking a moment she pulled her mind from his soul and starred at the man as he began to walk again. She had all the information that she could get from him. There was no use going back into his soul now. Whatever she would likely come across wouldn't aid her after she had witnessed so much already. Along with that she didn't think it completely wise to throw herself back in when that other entity seemed to live within him. Whatever the case it didn't matter as he walked from the beach.
"You won't make it to a flat land Garret. The hollows will be arriving shortly. They'll find you in forest and come from everywhere. How long do you expect that armor of yours to keep you alive?" Takara had seen so many of the battles that it was actually comparable at this point to reading through an entire book in little less than a day. Starring at a screen while the battles of movies flashed by so fast that the normal human would see only color. She was ready though. She wasn't entirely sure how Garret was going to react, but hopefully the powerful Rogue would see reason and stay for the night. Takara would aid him for the night in exchange for a favor that one day would need payment.
Garret just sighed. Why didn't she get it? Why didn't she understand he just wanted to be left along? Why was this so hard for her to comprehend? If she was able to truly look within him she should have been able to tell that this was what he wanted. So why did she persist? Did he simply not care? Was she getting off of bothering him? Was annoying him causing her waist to quiver in heat? His frown deepened when he heard her voice again, goading and poking him further into aggitation. He shook his head, lips curling up together as a rough exhale escaped his nose.
"Are you deaf? Did I not just say to stay out of my head?" Garret asked, suddenly turning around and approaching her. He didn't reach for his weapon, there was no spark of reiatsu, he simply walked up to her. "Stay out of my head. Do you understand? How would you like it if some random person walked up and started reading your mind? What I keep in my head is my business and mine alone, not yours!" Garret shouted, pointing a finger at her. He was getting very bothered by her intrusion.
Reasoning won't work on this one. Rip her apart.
Go away.
He glared down at Takara, anger on the verge of bursting, but he did not strike at her nor have anything actually planned to hurt her. He narrowed his eye at her, reading her expression as he calmed himself. "So. What it is? What the hell do you want?" Garret asked, shrugging and finally just giving up. It was obvious something she wanted something; otherwise she wouldn't be bothering him to this extent. He was already irritated with her, and the goading of the voices in his head were not helping.
But what she had said had actually bothered him a bit. " How long do you expect that armor of yours to keep you alive?" A question that even he couldn't answer. He wasn't sure. He wasn't sure what was going to get him first, in all honesty. The Hollows or the armor. Even know the first symptoms of his bodies inability to handle the Bakkotos stress were evident, the shakes he experienced in his hands. Sooner or later the others would arrive, the slow process of losing all five of his senses as his body collapsed under the strain.
Controlling the Bakkoto was proving fruitless, as he seemed incapable of taking back control like he did in his battle against the Arrancar Shinzui. He wasn't sure why he was able to at that time, perhaps it was because of her resemblance to his late wife. He wasn't sure. But, regardless, that wasn't here or now. Right now he needed to get some answers out of this little mind invader as to why she decided to bother him. What could she possibly want?
Post by Takara Takeda on Feb 21, 2016 0:08:53 GMT -5
Well it seemed that Takara had truly touched a nerve on Garret now. After she had spoken the emotions of the massive giant flared and Takara could sense his rage towards her words. She obviously couldn't pin point the direct reasoning for his rage. She knew based on his soul that he was easily prone to violence and that aggression was second nature to the man after everything that he had been through. However, as he moved towards her right now Takara wanted to make sure that if he was going to attack her that she would be ready.
To make sure that she was going to be ready she had to once again feel out his soul with her mind. When she did it this time his emotions were up in arms. It was easy to feel how anger the man had become and yet as he neared her she could sense the actual intention of him. There would be no violence at least for the moment. So there was no immediate reason for Takara to defend herself. If that moment should come then she would be ready. He wasn't reaching for his massive sword at the moment and now that he was only a few feet from her the best thing he could do would be to grab her or strike her with him body somehow.
Takara was confident that she could handle such actions if it came to that so for the time being she remained in that same standing position her small feet in the sand. Gazing at Garret as he approached her and continuing to simply make eye contact with the man. Over the course of the next few moment the large man screamed at her informing her further to stay out of his head and that it was all his business not hers. He pointed his finger out at her and Takara for the first time took offense to what was going on here.
Pointing at someone was severely disrespectful and Takara lived for respect whether it be respecting others or not she was one that demanded others to respect her for who she was and what she could do and would eventually do. That was why after Garret had screamed at her Takara moved her left hand up and pushed his hand to the side displacing his finger so that he was no longer pointing at her disrespectfully. She could have easily lost her temper and cut the giant to pieces right there and then before he could even grab for his sword. Takara had the feeling though that this man was a grand possibility and could aid her one day.
For that reason she was seriously against harming him . . . well perhaps just killing him. If he continued to be disrespectful then punishment would have to be enforced she would simply have to do her best not to permanently scar him. "Whether or not I look into your soul is my choice at this moment Garret. You have yet to learn how to acknowledge when someone is infiltrating that part of you. Thus you are basically an open book allowing anyone with proper practice to peek into you. Obviously I don't need to especially right now. You're so bend on being alone that you have overlooked the fact that you are slowly killing yourself."
"Or perhaps it's not that you overlook it. Perhaps that's your entire plan." Takara spoke starring into Garret's eye with a gaze of mental superiority and confidence. She was the Queen and this man here could one day be a knight at her disposal that was the perfect way for this to turn out in Takara's opinion. He was worth far to much to allow him to simply die or be killed off by the Shinigami let alone the hollows that sought him out. "That Bakkoto that you wield. It might give you the power to survive Garret, but what you're doing with the time that it's giving you is nothing more than wasting it. You're not making a difference all you're doing is throwing away potential for change."
"You believe that no matter what you will be hunted by Hollows. That no matter where you go it will fall from the onslaught. So you roam for the remainder of your life until eventually they kill you. That or the Bakkoto claims your soul. I'm rather happy that I happened upon this place. At first it was simply because of the beauty now though a powerful Rogue crosses my path. I don't see why it has to be in a bad way though. You're so quick to anger Garret. The Hollows have made you almost nothing, but a mindless mountain of flesh just the same as them. Will you let that happen or will you reclaim what humanity you've been stripped of? I can help you Garret, but in the end it's your decision."
He frowned. That lip of his curving upwards to bare his teeth as he listened to this woman's words. Rage began to build as she tore him apart, reading him piece by piece. Until, finally, he snapped. His arm suddenly lashed out and grabbed her by the dress, the swordsman not really caring what it did to her chest, and pulled her in as if he was going to strike her. Instead he simply...couldn't do anything. He glared down at her, rage glowing within his eye, silently snarling with lips peeled back to reveal his teeth. An expression of pure hatred on his face as he glared down at Takara, actually unsure of what course of action to take now.
Do it! Kill her!
What she had said was right. Takara would feel his fingers release her dress, his expression calming down and his eye turning downcast to the sand. She was right. The swordsman stepped away, mulling over the words she had said. Damn this bitch straight to hell for peeling him apart like this. Being told what it was he was really doing to himself by someone other than the whispers was a jarring realization. He frowned, getting real sick of this constant shit. He was getting so tired of people offering their hands to him, but then never paying back what it was they owed him.
Taiho Kasumi'Oji was the prime suspect of this issue. She has promised Garret support in his endeavors, and yet when the time came to assist him she was nowhere to be seen. It had been quite the long while since he had last seen her. Part of him was sure the bitch got herself in trouble with the Gotei, and was now serving time in punishment. Or she was dead. Either way, Garret didn't care anymore. She had given him all he needed, given him the tools to access the Bakkoto...but not the ones to control it.
So what did this one offer him? "Why?" Garret asked. 'Why should I trust a single thing you say? I don't know you. And despite digging through my mind you don't know me. You want me suddenly accept whatever help you can give me, well you're gonna have to actually tell me why." Garret confronted, stepping back towards the Mod Soul and glaring down at her. "So what is it? What is it you're planning? You said you can help me, so how?"
Post by Takara Takeda on Feb 22, 2016 19:47:49 GMT -5
It seemed that the dynamic between the two of them was going to continue the same way that it had been going now for some time. After Takara had finished what she had to say to Garret she instantly picked up the change in his facial features and understood the emotions that were without a doubt rushing throughout him. Just as she had said a moment ago though she didn't need to look into his soul to understand him. Not right now for as he stepped in to her and grabbed ahold of her dress at the front she simply stood there starring him down.
Garret was holding one of the dark purple dresses that Takara loved to wear for it was elegant, beautiful and her favorite color. She didn't like that he was so disrespectful that he would lay a finger on her without her permission let alone grab ahold of her. The dress was keeping itself together for the time being as Garret began to lose his rage. It had been white hot for a few moments and Takara had met it knowing that Garret in all truth whether he wished to accept it or not didn't wish to harm anyone that didn't put him in a situation that he had no other choice.
He was baring his teeth to her like a savage animal. Takara evaluated him for a moment once again. He truly seemed to be both a valuable ally and an individual that without proper convincing could be a handful. Not so much trouble in her case simply frustrating and annoying. At least that's how she felt about it at the moment. Someone so massive in strength yet so unwilling or incapable of controlling himself. Almost the perfect soldier to send to the front lines of war to savage the lines of her foes. Takara though believed there could be something more valuable to him then a powerful pawn.
Garret's grasp loosened and Takara watched as he released her dress from his grip. As he stepped away looking down at the sand realizing that everything she had just said to him was the truth Takara rubbed down the front of her dress. It was rather wrinkled now due to him grabbing it. She wasn't one for such an appearance so she took to doing the best she could with her hands. After a few times it looked as if all of the wrinkles were gone and her dress perfect once more. Takara starred at Garret for a few moments allowing him to think over everything before she would continue to speak with him.
It didn't take long for Garret to get back his confidence and start asking her questions and stating what he felt to be the truth. She was actually rather pleased with much of what he said. He wasn't simply a mountain of muscle after all and could think about a situation. He was proving more and more that he could be more than a simple pawn. When he was standing in front of her again though and had finished asking how she plans to help him and what her plans are Takara smiled slightly.
"Well it's good to see that you don't truth me. If you trusted everyone that made a claim you wouldn't get anywhere. However, eventually you'll need someone and I've simply come to the conclusion that I'll fill in that piece of your puzzle. As for what my plans are . . . well they're not so much different from what you want Garret." Takara took a moment to let everything set in for a moment. "My name is Takara Takeda. I'm going to create a safe haven for Mod Souls. To do that though I need allies. People like you Garret. Those that can stand up and defense themselves from the Shinigami. I can offer you safety eventually. As for the present well the best I can do is keep you safe until you've regained much of your strength. It'll be easier to survive if you have someone stronger than yourself to watch your back."
Garret narrowed his eye as he listened to Takaras explanation, things beginning to become clear. Garret was quiet as she talked, taking in her words as she explained her goal, to an extent, to Garret. He crossed his arms across his chest as he listened, understanding it and the picture painting itself in his head. From her words it seemed that she was a Mod Soul because why else would she want to create a world for them? She wanted people to stand up to the Shinigami with her, to create change in this world. She claimed that what she wanted was not that different than what Garret wanted. For a woman who could supposedly read minds, she was rather far off.
Garret didn't care about Shinigami. He didn't care about Mod Souls. None of those things mattered to him. This entire world can be damned, he didn't care about any of it. All that mattered to him was his battle, his war, his bloodbath. All that mattered to him was his revenge, to end his grief and satisfy his rage. "Heh.." Garret snickered, smirking and shaking his head once she was done. Was she serious?
"I don't think you understand. Shinigami? Mod Souls? None of that matters to me, hell, this entire world means nothing to me. All I want, all I care about, is killing every single Hollow that I come across. Giving Mod Souls a safe haven? What does that have to do with me? Why should I care?" Garret asked rather abruptly, shaking his head at the mere idea of fighting someone else's battle. And that was a point that he wanted to get across from her.
"I won't deny ignorance when it comes to my understanding of Mod Souls, but if you truly want to create a world, a place, where they are safe then you must be the one to do it yourself. Use your own hands. Nothing in this world worth having is gained for free, you have to be willing to sacrifice something. People will let you down, so in the end the only one you can rely on is yourself." He spoke from experience, and in a way he was telling himself this more than he was telling her.
"So no. I don't want your help. Our paths are different." Garret concluded, looking towards the setting sun. Seems he wasn't going to have a choice now. Takara had taken too much of his time with her babbling. "So leave. I have my own battles I must face. Alone." and that was that. His mind was made up. Trying to convince him at this point would be like trying to talk down a fortresses wall. He was unmoving, absolute. He had thought it through. It didn't matter to him how powerful Takara was, this was his path.
No matter where he went, no matter who was with him, the Osen wouldn't end. It would become stronger and stronger, drawing in the most ferocious of Hollows and tempting Arrancar to do the same. This was his war. A battle he waged to avenge his beloved. He didn't want anyone else in this; he would never ask anyone to do this. Takara had her own battles and so did Garret. Their paths had no connection. A safe haven for Mod Souls could not be created if Garret was nearby. He would bring war, he would bring chaos, and he would bring death.
So that was that. Negotiations were done. Garret remained quiet afterwards, looking out at the setting sun and watching the light dwindle. He had already advised Takara to leave, stating that this was his own fight. He wouldn't watch out for her. If she stayed it was her own choice, not his. If she chose to take part in his fight then that was on her, not him. Garret was a man who respected someone's choice, knowing that choosing was what made humans truly free. Hollows could not choose. They were forced to consume, forced to him by his curse. It was what made him separate from them. He could choose to be either a man or a monster. And he chose his own way, not Takaras.
Post by Takara Takeda on Feb 24, 2016 19:18:15 GMT -5
For a mountain of fleshy muscle Garret stood there listening to Takara as she spoke and seemed to be trying to take everything that she was actually telling him with every bit of his attention. It was respectful enough of him to do so especially after his little display of touching her dress. Now though as the Mod Soul finished speaking and would allow Garret to respond it seemed that his rudeness held no bounds. He began to smirk and then laugh somewhat at everything that she had just explained to him.
The dark haired girl that was standing before him suddenly changed as this occurred. Since he had seen her Takara had been being respectful and welcoming doing her best with the skills that she could to help him so that he would find it more reasonable to aid her. However, it seemed that her intentions and effort to help him understand himself had fallen on deaf ears. It wasn't the first time and would more than likely wouldn't be the last time that a man would take the words in a wrong way.
He was now shaking his head as he burst out against what she had just told him. Ridiculing her invitation to aid in her goal of saving her people and rising up against the Shinigami. He blatantly claimed that all he sought for himself was the eradication of every single hollow. A goal so foolish and impossible that it didn't even fit the claim of being a dream. Such a thing normally someone would claim to be illogical and down right stupid. However, Takara was seeking to do virtually the same thing to the Shinigami. She had no right to speak out against his goal of getting rid of the hollows.
What she did have though was her opinion and right now it was burning beneath the skin of the pale girl starring up at him with cold eyes. "Running away won't save you. Keeping everyone else at a distance will only ensure your failure." She spoke softly almost so low that it was a whisper directed up at him. He didn't want to help anyone else yet if he didn't make allies and receive help of his own he would die. Based on what she had seen in his head things were getting more difficult and his demise would come sooner than later.
He continued to speak and as he did she realized that still he couldn't break himself off the path of the loner. He was a stray dog with no master. One that would search throughout the lands to obtain his holy goal only to fail and be left alone forever. A fate that had befallen countless of souls prior to himself. If history taught anyone like him something it would be that no one like him ever survived and only ever rarely were they recognized as truly worthy of time. At the moment all he was doing was wasting his and he couldn't see it that way.
He looked up towards the sun. It seemed that he truly wished to fight this battle against the horde of oncoming hollows that would be arriving shortly by himself. Takara didn't need to turn around she could see his shadow and based on the angle of the shadow she knew the location of the sun and thus the time that it was at the moment and how long they had until dusk truly set on them. They had little more than a few minuets and then the hollows would be upon this area. She let out a sigh as he turned away from her.
"The tides of war can't be won by a single entity alone. Winning requires more than just the Queen. Even a lonely survivor has his place. You fear that there is no safe place for you. No place to stay and call your own home. Well you're right. That doesn't mean that allies are an impossibility. You will die Garret . . shortly. Sooner than you wish to even think of the time will come when your soul is claimed by that of a Hollow. They will feast upon your body as he scream out in agony and regret that you're not strong enough. That thing that you rely on isn't strong enough. You'll learn that shortly."
Garret was waiting the arrival of the Hollows and Takara was tired of trying to help someone that in truth she had no actual drive to force. Her people were Mod Souls they were her responsibility to protect and nurture not this rogue. He would make a valuable Rook in the oncoming battles, but having to repeat herself and put up with his disrespectful tone was tiring. She turned and began to walk away towards the log that still had her heels. She got there roughly twenty feet away from Garret. Takara suddenly connected with the Omega Arsenal aligning her reiatsu with it. A black pistol materialized in her right hand as she bent down to reach for a heel. Her hand reaching across her stomach so that Garret wouldn't see it. In that next moment the gun was fired and the bullet would travel towards Garret aimed to pierce through his left thigh.
Takara was done playing nice. A Queen could only be so merciful to someone that sought out death. If Garret wished for death so much that he would throw away her gracious invitation than there was no reason for her to allow him to continue living. Rogue or not it made no difference as he said he served no one. Where she failed though one could eventually succeed and if that happened he could prove to be problematic for her future follows. Best to simply snuff out the problem accordingly. She could survive the night easily enough that much she knew. Looking into his memories had shown her the scale of the hordes and she had nothing to fear. This would be something that marks her start as a true Monarch.
Over the last minute or so the recap was fairly simple. Garret had rejected Takara's offer and thus Takara had used her skill as an actor to simply appear to shrug it off and accept his opinion. She then turned around and started to walk back towards the log that currently had her heels next to it. The distance from Garret was little more than thirty feet so it only took a small amount of time. When Takara got to the log she had bent downwards appearing to reach out for her heels. At that moment though she had connected with the Omega Arsenal. Her right hand moving upwards and across her stomach while her left hid it from view.
She knew where Garret was and even if he moved she would hear it and know based on the length of his legs and the amount of steps where he was at that moment. Manifesting a pistol into her right hand that was hidden from view thanks to her back and left arm only the barrel of the piston would be visible. Garret would only be able to see it if he was actively looking at that specific spot of Takara due to the fact she was also wearing a dark colored dress which worked to hide the black colored guns. She though then mentally command the gun causing the trigger to pull back and a single bullet to be fired from the barrel outwards aimed to pierce into Garret left thigh.
Handguns: Every handgun that Takara can summon is summoned with an ammo clip of eight bullets. The bullets always are fired at 400 speed with a force of 300. The bullets can only travel up to 75 feet however and any further will cause the bullets themselves to vanish back into the Arsenal.
Remaining Reiatsu: 2190/2290 Handgun: {-100}
Last Edit: Feb 26, 2016 12:36:22 GMT -5 by Takara Takeda
"If I fail because I am alone then so be it." Garret replied back to the Mod Soul, noticing how her posture had begun to change. He picked up on the venom in her voice, meaning that he must have hit a serious nerve when he denied her. When someone whispered it was often because they wanted what was said to be paid attention to, to be listened to. She began to speak again, causing the swordsman to close his eye and sigh, turning his head back towards her as he listened. Still she went on about the impossibility of his task, how without allies or companions he would fall. His death would be soon. That he feared that there was no safe place for him.
His eye narrowed as she continued on, continuing to claim that he would simply die. He couldn't argue that point. He knew she was right. He wasn't an idiot. He knew he would die eventually, that this task that had befallen onto him would lead to his death. Garret, honestly, didn't care. He knew a Hollow would be the death of him, there was no getting around that, but Garret did have enough reasons and driving forth to not want to die so soon. But, at the same time, he would always reject others who wanted to join him. He would always turn those away. He would never join someone else's cause.
Garret did not want to bear the responsibility of another person. He did not want to have to worry about someone else during a battle, where a moments distraction would prove fatal for him. Takara turned from him, beginning to head down the beach away from him. Garret watched her, realizing he was going to have no choice but to fight here on this beach. Raising his blade and planting it into the sand in front of him, in order to give him quick and easy access to it when he needed it for when they came. He watched Takara walk away, his eye softening a tad bit as he wondered, What if..
What if Garret had said yes? What if Garret had helped her? What would happen when his curse grew too powerful? What would happen when the Hollows were too strong? He could see it now. The death, the chaos, the hell that his existence would bring upon her. Garret was taking responsibility here, telling her no in order to protect her. She may believe that she was capable of withstanding what came for him, but she didn't have the experiences he did. She began to bend forward, seemingly reaching for her shoes, when Garret noticed something. He narrowed his eye a little, looking at that weird object that, he could have sworn, just appeared.
What is that?
All of a sudden there was a loud bang, a spark of light, and the swordsman suddenly jumping to his left, however he was not quite fast enough to completely avoid damage. While his moving had kept it from dealing serious damage, the projectile still dug deep through his thighs left most portions. His hand quickly descended as his hissed in pain, clamping a hand down on the now bleeding entry wound. It didn't take him more than a moment to realize what had happened, and it caused him to actually chuckle. She attacked him. She actually attacked him. The pain was nothing, and the injury was not serious enough to incapacitate him or hinder his movement.
Pulling a bloodied hand away from the wound, the Rogue gave his attention to Takara, a grim smile across his face. "What's this? Lashing out because you're not getting your way? That's the behavior of a child, Takara!" Garret spat, beginning to walk towards her, his sword pulled free from the sand and being dragged behind him. His Pain Tolerance, his Damage Recovery, his Bleeding Tolerance, and his Strength of Will practically allowed him to completely shrug off whatever inconvenience her small wound did to him as he walked towards her, with seemingly no care given to whatever weapon she had.
His guard was up now. He knew what that object looked like now, and was now carefully watching her in case it fired again or another was pulled out. "You're something else, really you are, unable to take no for an answer. Does that mean you'll strike out at everyone who denies you? You're pathetic." Garret spat as he continued to approach. He could feel the beast within him stirring, the pain awakening it. He could feel his bloodlust rising as he continued to close the distance between Takara. He was waiting, seeing what she would do. It was an effective intimidation tactic.
Post by Takara Takeda on Mar 22, 2016 21:04:51 GMT -5
Also something. There always seems to be something that was in her way. All she wanted was to come out here and find out what the coast of Japan was actually like. What she had found was an area that she actually enjoyed. It wasn't every day that Takara felt beauty for nature like so many others. This was a place that she could actually see herself taking the time to build something important and not just for herself. As fate would have it though she hadn't been the only one to find this location.
She had come across a mountain of muscle that happened to be a spirit. From everything that she had gathered about the man he wasn't a bad person. Not what he'd have others to believe him as at least. He had been one to experience almost nothing, but suffering for a long time now. She in all honesty didn't know if it was out of pity or so strange sense of kindness, but she had wanted to help him survive. She couldn't tell why though which was something truly different from normal.
Garret the man that she had been speaking with and trying to form some kind of alliance together with wasn't a Mod Soul. She didn't actually know or have any reason to care about what happened to him and what he had gone through in his life. He was a spirit one that had endured pain that was all. There were so many like him. For that reason alone she didn't understand why she had tried to get his alliance. She didn't even really care for Kazura they simply had a mutual partnership.
Garret seemed to want nothing more than to face off against the constant threat of hollows by himself without any help from anyone at all. While Garret himself might have believed that he was doing something such as that for others. Takara felt nothing, but vanity from such actions. She knew what it was like to want to protect everyone. She would do anything to protect her people and yet even with all her pride she knew that something like that was impossible alone. She reached found her reasoning and made the decision she needed too as she bent downwards.
That handgun the black pistol was summoned into her right hand as she connected with the Omega Arsenal. She still felt that strange sense of caring. It was as if she was empathizing with Garret for some reason. He wasn't a Mod Soul though so it still made no sense to her. However, being who she was Takara decided that she would act upon her emotions. This wasn't a time nor a place that such a thing would be regrettable nor foolish in her opinion. She would purge him from his long living nightmare so he would no longer have to suffer.
The trigger pulled back and in an instant everything started. The bullet was fired from the barrel and past through space until it pierced through the flesh on Garret's left thigh. Takara had turned her body around as he tried to evade the bullet. Now as he placed his hand over the small wound her gaze was stern and judgmental. Facing him with her left hand on her hip and the pistol in her right as she stood swayed with one hip higher than the other for comfort. She could see the expression on his face and it seemed he was going to defend his life for some reason.
A smile spread across his face as the smell of his metallic blood filled the air around them. Garret without a doubt could handle the pain that the small bullet wound would be causing him as he made so obviously clear when he started to chuckle at the now unraveling events. It was then that Garret spoke and Takara saw how all this seemed through his eyes. As he pulled his sword from the sand and began to walk towards her knowingly engaging in battle against her the destined Queen of Mod Souls looked with a judging expression towards the Rogue.
"This has nothing to do with you deciding not to become an ally. I've seemed to have taken a liking to you so I'm going to do whatever I can to help ease your suffering Garret . . It just seems to be that you wish for death so I'm going to end your nightmare and send you on your way. You're life of sorrow and despair is over Garret. Death is upon you now welcome it." Takara was speaking a farewell to her newly met acquaintance as she watched and measured his movements. She had actually already made her next move while he had been the one speaking. As he walked towards her he was obviously getting closer and when he reached half way he'd set it off.
Garret was walking in a straight line towards Takara trying his best to intimidate her through his lack of pain from the wound that she had inflicted on him. That along with his size, weapon and experience would more than likely cause fear in some of the most battle hardened individuals. It might have worked on her as well if she wasn't already planning multiple plays ahead of him. She was a strategist and one of the greatest. Chess was something of an art just like war. No one was better at War than Takara. So as he continued to walk and finish his insult he'd take a step right onto a land mine that had been summoned beyond the sand concealing it's arrival and location. In that instant it'd explode and end his suffering.
Land Mines: Alright Takara is able to summon land mines that are about a foot squared. The land mines are as the name suggests and because of that are mainly meant to hinder foe movement. If someone steps on a mine or something hits one the mine will activate causing it to explode immediately. The detonation occurs at a speed of 400 meaning that getting away is difficult yet not impossible. The blast radius is about 3 feet squared with an offensive equivalent of 500. (Can't be summoned directly below individuals)
Remaining Reiatsu: 2090/2290 Landmine: {-100}
Last Edit: Mar 22, 2016 21:08:18 GMT -5 by Takara Takeda
Garret suddenly commented, his footsteps ending a step away from the little surprise that she left for him in the sand. In fact, Garret would have had to been blind to not see the little mound of sand suddenly rise up from having a new mass formed within it. Regardless, Garret stopped his advance to simply look at her, to look down on her. The more this woman talked, the worse Garrets opinion grew of her. She was rash, thoughtless, and behaved with her emotions rather than head. Garret wasn't interested in associating with such a brat.
"Ask yourself this...why didn't the Shinigami simply execute me the moment they discovered my affliction? Why would they allow me to continue to exist when I have such a condition?" Garret asked, his eye glancing at the setting sun. He knew that soon it would begin. "If I die then it spreads. My being alive is the only thing that keeps this plague contained. Upon my death it will spread to every corner of this world." Garret explained, suddenly raising his sword and, perhaps to her surprise, sheathing it.
The Rogue turned away, taking a step away from both the land mine and Takara. "Someone like you isn't worth my time or energy, especially with the night so close. Take some advice, Mod Soul, and realize that a child has no hope of changing anything. Your dream is destined for failure if you continue on your path." Garret snapped as he walked away, but not before issuing one last line of dialogue, "Pray that our paths don't cross again." And with that he was gone.