Bounty On Your Head [R, NDE]

[Angel]

Thread Title: Bounty On Your Head
Participants: Timor and Angel
World: Human World
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: Within the streets of Karakura's market districts within the mid afternoon. There's plenty of buildings, and therefore conflicts and collateral that can be done here.
Special Conditions: N/A
Circumstances: Timor is a Bount that tends to take liberty to feed upon those she dubs bad, scum, horrible people. However, Angel [Hikari Nisei] believes that while it isn't typically her duty to get involved with the slaughter of humans between humans, nor their issues, a Bount on Human is a completely different matter. Thus, upon discovering the scene, her goal is to kill her with as little collateral damage as possible. Thanks to a spiritual spacial freeze, she is now capable of releasing her Shikai and fight with maximum power without harming innocent bystanders with her presence alone.

[Angel]

Hikari had taken a long break from duty, lazing about, recouping from the stresses of being a Shinigami. In addition, she had taken time to train her Shikai, seemingly having the inner power to control what is herself. Her animosity, her hatred, her bloodlust. She had learned to control her fears. In other words, she has grown a bit more. If only slightly, her long black hair flowing through the wind as her coal black eyes scanned over the area. Having been offered a seated position by Youji Kaen, she had held back on that regard, training herself while performing easier and idle jobs, patrolling around the Rukongai with experience under her belt, enforcing order, and protecting the innocent as needed. Her eyes looked cold and almost stoic, serious as she scanned the horizon of the world of the living, looking over her assigned sector.

Though within a few minutes or so, she heard a message from an ear communicator. “Hai. Moving into position now.” Moving to the west, she’d patrol the area looking over the area, aware that there has been a recent problem with Hollow activity. It may have been due to the recent presence of crime by gangs and such, but she could never be sure. All she was aware of was that she was going to have to act in the event that a threat made itself present. Her katana resting along her right side, she kept her senses observant as possible, leaping from rooftop to rooftop as the young lady remained rather negligent of the crimes themselves occurring. They weren’t any of her business.

She was the one that dealt with things after, not before. It wasn’t her place. Whether it be a murder, or a rape, or a theft? All of these were irrelevant. All of these beings would find their punishment in due time. Ironic considering if such crimes were occuring within Soul Society, she would have to be the hand of justice to punish such individuals. It didn’t mean she liked it of course. It was just that she knew how to turn her eye. “These humans really are disgusting...utterly and truly. Other than the way we look, they’re different than us.” Frowning, she knew that not all humans were this way, although she was sure that she needed to do something.

For a moment, she looked across the street, analyzing to see if there was anything worth of note, taking a scan of the surroundings. Things have been rather quiet as of late, and it kind of worried her. Silence didn’t always mean things were peaceful. Rubbing her hand along the handle of her sword, she seemed a bit anxious to do something. Another month of scouting and she’d be allowed to swap out for a new guard. Of course, she was prepared for more than just Hollow as well. The last time she was around these parts, she had been attacked by a mod soul. There was no telling what lies around in this town. Though, that would explain some of her behavior. Some of her thought process on what plagued her mind. Ugh, this job was too damn fucking dangerous.

Still, as much as she would like to continue to complain, there were always things that a Shinigami could and should be taking care of. In this case, she was making her umphteenth patrol today, but at least things seemed silent for now. She would much rather have a bit of peace as compared to some gigantic monster or something happening around these parts. It would mean she would have to get involved in it. Last time she checked? Getting involved in things was generally a bad idea. The last time she had done so, she had been kidnapped and taken to Las Noches to be used as bait to attract Hollows for food for another. It disgusted her. It horrified her to this day. Terrifying now wasn't it?

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Stats:

Strength:100

Speed:300

Spiritual Pressure:300(1.25)=375

Reiatsu Strength:190(1.25)=237

Light Aura:75

Dark Aura:25

Instinct:155(.75)=116

Senses:155(.75)=116

Energy Sensory:0

Wound Expertise:0

Total:1200/1200


Skills:



Analyzing:1

Learning:1

Weapons*:2[Swords]

Martial Arts*:2[Hakuda]

Battle Analysis:2

Mental Enchantation:2

Pain Tolerance:2

12/15 SKP

[Eve Timor]

Timor narrowed her eyes as she watched the man trying to struggle, his throat bubbling softly as his eyes swung around wildly trying to find anything to help him survive as the shredded remains of his weapon were already on the floor, destroyed by Timor's claws as she took a moment to look over her shoulder as the terrified woman behind her. Her eyes narrowed slightly and those burning black eyes of hers. "You should beat it. You're safe now." She informed the woman, who nodded hastily and began to bolt after picking her purse back up.

Timor sighed, shifting a little as she watched the man clutching at that long cloak she was wearing. She had begun to dress a lot more conservatively. Over the past few months, she had grown less and less fond of being all showy of herself. But in any case, she still inceased her grip on the man's chest, those claws slicing deeper into his chest as she began draining his blood and soul from the contact, sucking deep ammounts of vital energy from him as she let out a low grunt. "You know, if you hadn't had a gun, I might have spared you. But you did. And you tried to shoot me with it." She noted, and then paused, staring at the slice across her left cheek, which was already closing up as she was sucking the man's energy.

"Okay, maybe did more than try. But all the more reason why this is your last night Alive." She sighed. She really needed to work on her rapport. But all the same, the light left the man's eyes and she dropped his dried-up body onto the ground, rolling her shoulders and then sighing as she began moving away from him. It was possible that the woman would cal the police, so she needed to scoot. However, as she DID start to slip away....she paused. Her head turning slightly as something popped up on her spiritual radar. A shinigami?

It took her only a moment to shake her clawed hand, the blood flaying the ground before what was left on her arm was sucked in through her skin, finishing up her meal as she curled her glass-like claws. "Great, now I have to worry about that." She muttered to herself as she continued to walk, suppressing her reiatsu, eliminating her from the shinigami's ability to track her (Unware that the shinigami already didn't have any ability to do that), as she headed to the north side of Karakura, closer to the mountains. The idea that someone would have it out for her wasn't a foreign one. She ran into shinigami every now and then. And it was... a mixed bag.

Sometimes they had a problem with her. Sometimes they didn't. Sometimes they got hurt. Once or twice, she left before finding out if they were going to die or not. So it was entirely possible that she had a shinigami or two's blood on her hands. That said she'd never been hunted or anything like that, at least not yet, so she figured it wasn't too big of an issue. But one never could tell with shinigami. Experience taught her that they could get set off over the most stupid of things, and that was putting it lightly. For the time being, she still had to be careful, at least until she became a bit stronger. Most shinigami posed little threat, but now and then, one with a bit of backbone to them showed up. Hopefully that didn't happen tonight.

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{Timor's Stats}
990 (400 from class, 590 from training)
Strength: 160 x1.25= 200 Points
Speed: 200 x0.75= 150 Points
Sprpr: 320 x1.25= 400 Points
RS: 50 x0.75= 38 Points

LA:15
DA:85

Instinct: 130 Points
Senses: 80 Points
ES: 50
HE: 0


Skills

Cold Resist: 1
Anti-Stealth: 2
Lack of Fear: 1
Weapon - Bow: 2
An Zam: 2
Pain Tolerance: 1
Poison Resist: 1

Affenkonig's Stats

Strength: 100 x0.7= 70 Points
Speed: 300 Points
Sprpr: 300 x1.5= 450 Points
RS: 40 Points

LA:60
DA:40

Instinct: 100 Points
Senses: 100 Points
ES: 50 Points
HE: 0 Points

Skills
Weapon: Bo Staff - 2
Martial Arts: Taekwondo - 2
Battle Focus - 2

[Angel]

Angel as she continued the path of travel hadn't noticed the girl walking out from the alley when she suppressed her spiritual pressure, but as she walked through, she did see a woman hurriedly walk out from an alley and down the street, another walking out from an alleyway, calmly, cool like. "Hmm?" Hopping just a bit further, she stopped to look down upon a shriveled and shriveled up corpse upon the ground, and in those next moments, Angel looked upon that figure, walking through the distance as she utilized a leap to rest nearly fifteen meters behind her, gazing at her back as she casually continued, waiting for some course of action, for her to make some sort of move, but made no efforts to hide herself. However, after a while, she'd look to break the silent game by speaking to the person before her.

"Oi. Nee-Chan. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that dead body in the alleyway a bit back now would you? If so, you wouldn't mind telling me what happened...would you?" Neutral expression on her face, she didn't seem confrontational in stance, and the child looking shinigami's coal black eyes could only gaze the features carefully of the thing before her. Emphasis on thing as she wasn't even sure that Timor at the time could possibly even be human. However, in the event that Timor was simply a human who killed? Well, that wasn't something she had to necessarily step into, not unless they actively attacked and harmed other humans in large numbers. Why, it was common to be negligent.

A murder between humans was not something a Shinigami was to interfere with, only to send the corrupt soul to hell when a person dies. As far as Angel knew, Timor was a Fullbringer, one who had been assaulted, one that had stepped in at an odd time and at the wrong place. Two swords rested along her right side, and even in darkness her outfit was unmistakable. She was undoubtedly a Shinigami. Hikari only crossed her arms over her chest with an inquisitive look on her face, not trying to impose herself upon this figure, but certainly not happy about having to write in her report later on that she found a dead human and she didn't do anything about it. If anything, she at least needed to give a little scolding. Not that she cared so much about one more dead human among the billions in the world, but the reason why there was one?

That could mean something. Perhaps depending on their answer, they could mean something to humans, and mean something to the Shinigami. After all, there were such things as human representatives for the Shinigami themselves. They could fight to defend their way of life and home, albeit under the Shinigami jurisdiction. Besides, Angel wasn't looking forward to battles, in fact, she dreaded them at times because they just left her feeling sore, hurt, and out of the commission for a long time. Interestingly enough though, she had never considered the possibility of dying more than twice in her career. The first was when she had been kidnapped by the small hollow evolved Gillian Santa Ajora. The other time came when she had helped others fight altered corpses in Osaka.


So then, was she feeling lucky today? Was she going to have to call her superiors and figure out what they wanted to do with her? So troublesome. It was a shame it had to be discovered by somebody like her. Almost pouting like a cute little girl as she thought about all of these serious things, she could only look at Timor with a frown as she would take in all that was said to her, or really anything that she did. There was no guarantee after all that she wasn't going to be outright attacked off the bat, although she hoped it wouldn't be such a case. Trying to figure out what this girl was...well, it was a challenge. Never before had she seen a bount, and there wasn't exactly any large trait that separated them from humans, so what? Who or what was Timor? What was she going to discover? So many questions to be asked. Well, thankfully Timor had some answering to do. 

Ah, but before all of that, she quickly realized she never introduced herself. "Forgive my rudeness. My name is Angel, and I am an unseated officer from the seventh division. You would be?" Introductions were important weren't they? If she was about to die, she'd at least like to know the name of the person who killed her, at least as a symbol of some semblance of respect. Perhaps she was coming off as some pompous Shinigami who came to lecture about what was right or wrong or maybe about some rules, but she wasn't. She was here for an explanation, and if it was good enough, perhaps she'd just let it slide or recruit her. If not? If not, maybe she'd still let it slide, so long as she could say, "I put in the effort." 

[Eve Timor]

That nickname made her tense a little. Her eyes slowly rolling as she kept her back to the girl behind her. Talking to her about a dead body. "What is this, some kinda prank? Leave me alone, kid. If you really found a dead body you'd be screaming and calling the police by now. Fuck off, you little skank." she snarled over her shoulder, Timor's winning personality shining through. That is, until the woman went ahead and identified themselves as a shinigami. She paused at that and felt her body....tense. She paused, and slowly looked over her shoulder at the woman.

The look on Timor's face was disgust.

"Oh? It's been a long-ass time since I heard a shinigami pretending to give a shit about humans. I admit, the whole little schoolgirl thing threw me off guard. What are you, a bait for spiritual pedophiles?" She asked, her voice lazy as she slowly turned to face Angel, her expression twitching, as if it was fighting, like she was trying to stay awake or something. "Rest easy. You can go home and train, or hit on your senpai, or whateevr the fuck it is you stupid shinigami do all day. You said you're.....from some squad? Tell me. What does your squad do?' She ased, shaking her head.

She never liked Shinigami. They were so prideful. And so easily slighted. Some shinigami had even attacked her simply out of her disrespect or tone of voice. Sure, there was one or two she regretted hurting, or having to lead on a merry chase. But for the most aprt, shinigami were just like humans. Flawed. Up their own asses. And a pain in hers. She raised her hand, that dark, glassy claw spilling out into the open, no longer hidden by her cloak as she narrowed her eyes at Angel. "It doesn't matter in the long run. I've heard a thing or two about the court guard squads. Don't like five of them focus just on killing and arresting yourselves? What a joke. You have to police yourselves more than the rest of the world. Go home. Play hero where I don't have to suffer your presence."


The sight of her claws would no doubt alarm the woman. Even among shinigami she doubted this was common. But among humans? Incredibly rare. Not that normal humans could even SEE what was wrong with her hands. For all that poor sap knew, he was being crunched by invisible blades between her fingers. Hopefully, Angel would just back the fuck off. She wasn't going to hide that the guy was her doing. But she wasn't going to go out and say it outright either. It all just depended if the shinigami made it her problem. And Timor was sure, if they fought? It was going to be this shinigami bitch's problem alright.

[Angel]

Listening through it all, Angel's shoulders kicked up a little, and she began to chuckle, laugh with a bright grin on her face. "My, aren't you something delightful? Though..." Her face changed to a look of neutral stoicism, "As much as some of your statements are true, I'm frankly not that interested in all of those matters. I just simply do my job, and I get paid to do it. In fact, if you had just simply killed that man in the alleyway, I wouldn't have thought much of it. It isn't my job to deal with humans killing humans normally until after they die. No. But we both know you didn't just simply kill that man. Don't we?"

"Frankly, I just came here to ask about two things really. The first question. Did you know that drinking that man's soul was a bad thing to do, and if so, will you stop? That's the first thing. I'll let you off with a simple warning. I don't like policing people, especially because I feel like I shouldn't stop a person from doing something. Simply deal out the punishment as the law dictates and or is needed. The second question." She frankly was unarmed for the moment despite seeing those claws, seemingly unconcerned with them.

"The second question is. If you still want to kill people, how would you feel about having the ability to do so without Shinigami badgering you about it constantly?" She had a bright and cheerful grin on her face, the officer badge on her arm giving her some confidence against certain foes. Trying to be friendly for the most part, she suddenly went serious for a second, reaching into her jacket, shuffling through as she spoke a third time. "Actually. A third question." Suddenly with a blank look, she held out an envelope with a white wrapped cylinders of sorts. Cigarettes.

"Want one?" If she was expecting Angel to be afraid, Angel had seen quite a few horrible and terrible things. A little paranoid and scared human...or in this case, bount wasn't going to scare her any. Not even one with claws. If rejected, she simply took one of the things, stuck it into her mouth, and lit one aflame, taking in sweet nicotine into her brain. She would normally be a little pissy if she didn't have any. A lifetime of addiction apparently did that sort of thing when you ran out of your hostage material. Taking a long drag, she took liberty to explain her proposition. "Fight me a little here, and if you impress me enough, I'll speak to my boss. We'll give you a badge you can show to other Soul Reapers. They let you do your thing. Turn an eye on some crimes. Pay you."

Overall, sounded like a good deal, but Angel was gazing the Bount over, her senses and instinct as sharp as they could be for the most part. Ah...forgive me. I never told you my name did I?" Taking the last drag of her cigarette, the stamped it out firmly. I'm the fifth seat of the 7th division. Hikari. Everyone calls me Angel though. Let's be friends yes? I don't want another hospital trip. My insurance can't handle it and the pay I'm getting is abysmal. As for what my job noooormally is back home? Mostly patrolling slums, keeping the peace, and making sure people aren't killing each other back there. Kind of a law enforcer? Something like that I suppose. Before you go about badgering me about being a "loli" smoking, I'm what...turning eighty seven?"

[Eve Timor]

[bloqkquote] Surely Angel MUST be able to see the look of absolute disgust on Timor's face as the shinigami lectured her about killing humans, brows knitting together as she stared the woman down. "Don't try to fucking trick me. I know you shinigami can't kill humans. If I were to agree to follow your stupid rules I'd be limited to killing hollows. And those sad saps aren't worth my time. There's shittons of spiritually aware people to kill those guys. But nobody does anything about the people still living who are scumbags." She growled drolly. That alone made it clear.

Angel was probably hiding something. Or had an insidious plan. Shinigami would absolutely NEVER approve of her murdering people. And Angel insinuating such a possibility just made her paranoid. Well, not that Angel ever stood a chance of that in the first place. Timor had a very solid distaste for figures of authority as it were, and the girl was being way too much of the kind of person she disliked the most. Timor's own reiatsu began to ripple out. That jacket on her body began to light up, flames licking along the edges of the collar, spiritual in nature as she narrowed her eyes at the shinigami.

"So yea, Not gonna become you guys's dog. So fuck that. I don't care who you are, what your name is, or wether or not you want your breath to smell like a ashtray's anus. You're gonna leave me the fuck alone, or I'm gonna MAKE you." She snarled, her lip curling with...disingenuous anger. Her words certainly were angry, and her expression matched that. But her voice sounded....bored. Uninterested. Apathetic. As if there was absolutely nothing to be interested in. It almost seemed as if Timor was trying to FORCE herself to be angry about the whole situation. Her clawed hands flexed just a little. Ready to summon her "chains" at a moment's notice. Her hands rested on the handles of both of them, though to Angel, they would simply look like the handles to blades.

She was ready to fight this dumb bitch, either to drive her away, or to maim them so that she wouldn't ever have to see their stupid face again. She knew that she'd have to be careful, so she admittedly did know that letting her guard down was a no-no. She was so close. She had been trying to get herself into more of a fighting mood recently. She could feel it. A voice in the back of her mind. Speaking in little whispers, trying to urge her out of her slump. She felt like she was so very very close. To the rest of her powers.

Even her claws had been itching lately, and as much as the shinigami annoyed her, she was internally happy underneath that angry/cold exterior. Perhaps this might actually push her far enough to enjoy this kinda encounter. She also DID need some practice with keeping her reiatsu reserves in mind. As of late she had been sortof...blowing a lot of reiatsu right out of the gate. Well...a lot for most other people. She honestly had never been tired out from it, but with the last fight with Luke, it HAD galvanized him into...well...pulling out that ridiculous bird of his. And almost dying had taught her that maybe taking things at a steady pace might be in her best interest.
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[Angel]

She wasn't answering the questions, and was being increasingly hostile. Making a bunch of dumb statements. "Hai. Hai. I can't kill humans that aren't marked for death. However, in the very next instant, without even saying anything, she utilized the Shunpo, appearing right in front of the woman, her mastery allowing her to hide the nuances of activation, Angel's middle and index finger were pointed for Timor's left lung, glowing a light blue as she'd fire a Byakurai at attempted point blank. If successful, her Byakurai would cleanly bust through that lung and the woman's back, likely filling her with an incredible shock of pain as the Shinigami took a deep breath in. "Luckily for me, you aren't a human...Are you?" Making that argument clear, in the event she attempted to reach out and attack the Angel, she was prepared. A Sho being firmly delivered in the following moment to hopefully blow the Bount to fly backwards several feet, even if she did resist it with her full strength. Otherwise? She'd feasibly be knocked onto the asphalt.

Shaking her head, Angel wasn't going to bother with the semantics. The Bount made her thoughts clear, and if she wanted to stand by, abide by those ideals, she'd die for them. Just as how the Shinigami were expected to die by their ideals. She tried being civil. She tried being nice, and she tried offering an alternative. She was given a fuck you all three times. Fine. Respectable. Angel was the kind of girl who could acknowledge someone else's opinion. Didn't mean she had to give a shit about what they wanted. In a way, it was much like a king. A king could listen to the opinions of his kingdom, and the king could do as he wished afterwards. Perhaps in a way, Angel thought of herself as that small time king. Nothing wrong with that idea was there?

She'd let the bount suffocate, choke on blood with a collapsed lung with every breath she'd try to take, find her air supply cut in half with a gaping hole in her chest cavity. Angel would stare upon her opponent with her right arm reaching for her sword of bone. Drawing that as opposed to her traditional Zanpakutou as she firmly stood in a loose stance, just wondering what retaliation the Bount could feasibly form against her. If any at all? Angel lingered, waiting for some semblance of life, or death. Either of which were interactable, but after this endeavor, she figured she was going to ask for a vacation. She had about enough of this kind of crap every single time she entered the world of the living. Especially when it came down to trivial shit like patrols.


Reiatsu Remaining:

3650/3750

-100 Reiatsu Total:
-50 Shunpo
-25 Byakurai
-25 Sho 

[Eve Timor]

Leave it to a shinigami to try some sneaky-ass shit. Timor was always getting assholes who were trying to pull some crap on her. Even as the shinigami suddenly vanished, she could still sense the woman approaching her. Her energy sensory picked up a blip of reiatsu. An attack. "Zeig Dich." She murmured almost inaudibly, not that Angel would have any chance to hear it due to being in mid-shunpo. The woman probably couldn't even see her lips move, let alone hear what she was saying while moving at such a speed.

Her jacket burned, smoldering away in a curl of glowing cinders as Angel suddenly appeared in front of her. However, between her and the shinigami, suddenly she summoned Affenkonig. When Angel appeared with that Byakurai in hand, the monkey woman grinned from ear to ear, and that jacket would be see on them instead. A jacket lined with fur which BURNED brighter when Angel sped in with such incredible speed.

And with a sudden burst of speed, both Affen and Timor vanished as that Byakurai fired through an afterimage, but one that sadly, Angel would not be able to tell was one. That byakurai would punch right through the doll, and to Angle it would SEEM like the doll winced in pain. The very next instant, before Angel had a chance to use that Sho, the double prompelt EXPLODED, an ENORMOUS pillar of fire erupting, five meters in radius, and exploding up 20 meters into the air, almost like a volcano going off right infront of Angel, threatening to engulf the woman in that explosion of fire.


The near by buildings BLISTERED, promptly being glassed by the huge surge of fire from that spot. An instant later Affen and Timor appeared a ways back, away from that enormous burst of fire that her Doll had just caused. Timor huffed just a little and flexed her fingers. "Stupid bitch." She murmured. "Pfff, nonsense! I kinda liked her jib! Even if she was a filthy smoker." The monkey woman chattered cheerfully, excited for having been let out.

True, Timor could have shunpo'd or used ulcera herself. But she had kinda panicked, Not every day she was staring down the barrel of a kido spell. Thankfully her own awareness (Anti-stealth) was pretty high for people trying to pull a fast one on her. The woman was fast. She'd have to be really careful. If all went well, she could get out of this with that bitch either dead or mauled and only thinking that Timor was a bount.

She frowned, peering at where the shinigami had met Affen's volcano step facefirst. However she was a bit distracted by Affen bouncing on the spot and shadowboxing, causing Timor to sigh and roll her eyes. "Tell you what, girly. You win this for me, and I'll make sure to let you out more often. Shit, if we get you a hoodie or something I'll take you to mcdonalds." She promised her doll, leading Affen to let out an excited squeal. Well that worked well enough.

-300 reiatsu for Affen Summon.

Affenkonig appeared.
Affen gained 3100 Heat from Angel's Shunpo
Affen gained 25 heat from Byakurai
Affen Gained 25 heat from Sho (If it managed to be fired)
Affen spent 600 Heat and 200 Reiatsu for Big Volcano Step. (Requires 200 ES to see through doppleganger (Angel does not have the skills to see through it with senses))

Timor at 3700/4000 reiatsu
Affenkonig at 2525(2550 if Sho)/4500 Heat
Affenkonig at 4300/4500 reiatsu remaining
Affenkonig Post 1/6

[Angel]

When it so happened to be that the Bount was to release her doll, it was just like any other release. She could sense the release of the doll as one might be able to sense the release of a Shikai. Granted, even if she couldn’t sense the burst, there was still the matter about the doll actually having physically formed in front of her face. As her Byakurai thrust forward, seemingly piercing the doll, Angel immediately leaped pulled her arm back, leaping backwards into the air, utilizing the air ground to give herself a solid foothold to leap herself further backwards, right as the flames burst outward, launching her back with cinders along her robes as she took a moment to squint into the flames. Even though she might not have been able to sense herself that the doll was an illusion or not, she could feel the shift in air and space as the monkey woman herself moved backwards at incredibly fast speeds. Plus, at that close of a proximity, she could feel the offness about it all.

As for how a doll could be summoned and use a technique faster than a Shunpo thrust, Angel had to question the doll was just as fast as she was, and probably had some extraordinary instincts. The Sho never came. There was no point for that when the explosion occurred. At best, she could have mitigated the small bit of damage she would take, but as said, a five meter explosion wasn’t much of an obstacle for Hikari Nisei who was at the strength level of an Olympian Athlete and moving at speeds that olympians could only marvel of dreaming about. So, for those reasons, she found herself relatively safe, and recording information in her head, using them as data. She would have to keep that in mind in future confrontation with this...thing.

Ziege Dich. The summoning call for a Bount’s Doll. They weren’t that far apart to begin with, and a Shunpo only took an instant. She could hear the words. Brushing off the hot specks from her robes, letting them slowly fall, the Shinigami hid within the smoke of the rising smog, listening, hearing the conversation between the doll and the Bount in question. It was the screech which allowed her a definitive nod of where the enemy was. ‘Arise god of thunder. Awake mother of storms. Unleash the lighting on the sinners.' Stepping her right foot back, she looked at the distance with some obvious scrutiny There was a bit of a...how to say ridiculous situation occurring here it would seem. A rather powerful foe. So as she looked onward, the Angel considered what would be the best possible course of action.

The answer? Not much. Rushing back into combat without any knowledge of her opponent was as good as saying she wanted to die. However, the screech and brief bit of talking was enough, and she needed to take advantage of the wafting smoke before it was to disperse. The burning garbage, cardboard, and newspaper in this filthy world of the living. Utilizing her mastery of the Kido, wordlessly did she release the bolt of lightning with impeccable power and execution, a sharp and powerful blast lurching out to pierce through the doll, poking a small hole through the smoke, utilizing her battle analysis to imagine in her mind’s eye the location of her opponent. Immediately afterwards? Well, afterwards, she vanished. Running far back enough, she ran all the way back to the alleyway where the Bount came out of, well aware of the shriveled bit of body lying around the ground, a pile of more bone than anything else.

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{Reiatsu}
3650/3750
-25 Reiatsu for Byakurai, +25 as I never used Sho.

[Eve Timor]

Affen was still squeeing about getting to go to Mcdonalds when that fiery mantle and guantlets on her body promptly FIRED up. She blinked in surprise for a moment, looking around in Angel's direction. However that Byakurai fired off. It was fast, however Affen didn't even move as that byakurai sliced into her shoulder, but was stopped by the mantle covering her shoulders and a good portion of her upper torso. Angel certainly had some decent reiatsu so far as shinigami of her rank went, but it was nowhere near strong enough to even singe the armor that Affen had. The monkette SWUNG upward in a kick immediately after the bolt hit her.

Of course, it would be at this point that Angel would likely woe her lack of energy senses. Because while Affen and Timor had both sensed the reiatsu of the byakurai (Though to be fair, they didn't have the precision to know EXACTLY where she was going ot be shooting), they still could find Angel's location. And unlike them, Angel had no energy senses, and thus would fail to sense the MASSIVE sweeping upercut of heat that cleaved through the building, streets, roads, and every building between Afdfen, Angel, and for a good while after that, a considerable amount of that then slicing clean through the city soundlessly. It wasn't a physical blade, or even a lash of fire. It was just a lash of pure heat that sliced through the town, slamming through Angel and then another 40-60 meters of town as buildings, streets, lampposts, stores, and any number of coincidentals were promptly melted and shorn clean through by that crescent lash of heat.

It would only be several secnds AFTER the wave had run it's course that buildings would suddenly shift, no doubt several objects set aflame by the attack as Timor stared at Affen with wide, silent eyes that clearly screamed 'What the fuck?!' at her Doll. The Monkey however was still too excited about mcdonalds to actually care, and Timor realized that dangling THAT kind of reward? The overkill on her doll's part was honestly her fault. She sighed, frowning a little and shouting out. "You really shoulda picked this fight in the fuckin outskirts bitch!" Before grunting and shaking her head at her doll. She definitely should have taken this somewhere more unpopulated. Thankfully they were in a shitty part of town. The only solace Timor had was that nobody probably got hurt. Probably.

"I'm gonna head to the fuckin outskits. You wanna keep playing hero, we can do ths shit there. Cmon Affen." She growled, grabbing her doll and dragging them giggling into an ulcera as she headed for the outskirts of karakura, swallowed up by that quasigarganta as she headed out. Truth be told, she should have probably just ran from the dumb bitch, but the facvt was that this was a populated area, and she didn't wanna kill everyone if the shinigami forced her to use her devil trigger.

It took her a while, but eventually, she popped out of the valley of screams to step out with Affen onto the grass. It was a good solid ways away from any residential or even construction areas. Timor paused, realizing that the shinigami might not know where the friggidy fuck she was..... Well damn. she felt kinda bad. Though she supposed that even if the shini had no spiritual senses, they would still be able to sense her Doll released. So that was something. She looked to Affen who was already hanging all over her, ignoring the monkette as she crawled onto Timor's shoulders, the woman wincing a little as the weight of the stone monkey did make her wince.

"Get the fuck off me, you heavy bitch." She grumbled.

+300 heat from Angel's motion
+25 Heat from Byakurai
Affen's heat after the Byakurai: 2850/4500 Heat
-600 Heat to Extend (and 150 Reiatsu to execute) Burning Scythe range by 60 meters (Total of 70 meters) at 700 speed
Senses/Es Req for sensing Burning Scythe: 150

2250/4500 Heat remaining
4150/4500 reiatsu remaining for Affenkonig
-75 reiatsu for Timor's Ulcera (450 speed)
3625/4000 reiatsu
+450 heat from Timor's speed
+75 Heat from Ulcera
2775 /4500 Heat for Affen

[Angel]

One could imagine the moment of err for the Shinigami when she was to fire a Byakurai off into the hazy smoke, only to hear no response in tandem. No cry of pain. No significant cry of anger. As Angel quickly changed positions and went into the alley thus mentioned previously, she paused for a moment, standing still as ahead of her, she saw a fiery wave shoot out and burn through the concrete, the asphalt, the lamp posts, the buildings. All of it was suddenly melted and kicked down without indignation, and in that moment, she suddenly felt her entire right side give out as she fell to her side, the fiery slash cutting off her middle, ring, and index finger in that motion, her right leg quite possibly burnt down to the bone along gone with a sheared piece of flesh as she paused there. She couldn't feel...what just occurred despite the fact it was clear that her fingers lay melting by her feet.

"U-Uhh-hh---hugh." She quickly drew forth her Zanpakutou as she forced herself into a stand, looking behind herself at the incredible damages, but also quickly found her opponents were no longer anywhere to be seen. Her nerves had been damaged in that instant to the point she could hardly tell she was hurt. In terms of...well, the rest of her body? She was likely in so much shock, she couldn't even feel anything at that point. She just dumbfoundedly found herself abandoning notion of combat with her body having difficulty even rising. Experimentally trying to move her right hand, what remained of it anyways showed that it was literally impossible. 

Her own shoulder was to barely move. Taking a deep breath, she spoke then and there. "Cursed Tool Throughout The Ages. Pierce. Datenshi." A moment's pause as her sword had transformed in a sense, glowing brightly, stabbing through the stone as white frayed bandages formed along the handle, and immediately did she lurch forward with her mouth at the side, biting the bandage off as she stumbled to follow after the pair. For what reason? She wasn't entirely sure. However, she had some odd feeling that if she didn't she might not ever find this being in Karakura Town again, and as an officer of the law, she had duties to fulfill to those that wouldn't bend the knee to the will of Soul Society. 

It was her duty her honor that would make her follow after this pair. Or perhaps, it was her pride. However, for the brief bit they vanished from her basic senses, when they reappeared with their doll, it became clear what was going on, and for a moment, she could hear the howl of a masked monstrosity in the distance, no doubt sensing the bout of combat. It was close. As Angel walked closer, dragging herself quite literally through with her sword as a support to help her stand, when a tall hideous monstrosity was to pop before her in a mid leap with a jumping lurch to bite her, she quickly leaped into the air in a somersault to slash the back of the thing's head before landing right back down with a grunt, feeling sweat dripping from her forehead as the bit of her flesh together was experiencing a period where her skin was turning sickeningly yellow.

As the corpse fell behind her, vanishing into black dust, she looked ahead, and she could tell the pair was close. Very close. When she stepped out from the darkness and into the mid light, for a moment, she stood on top of her two feet, tall, left hand raised as her right lay uselessly on her side, the missing fingers perhaps not immediately visible. However, what was very visible was the charred and blackened bone along her right leg, the pantsleeve ripped to hell as the young Shinigami could feel some sort of incredibly strain or fatigue, as if getting this far was a miracle. In all rights, it was a miracle in it's own rights. Hikari Nisei took deep and heavy breaths, and in a moment let their leg lose it's labor. She immediately fell to her left knee, balancing on her sword, the eye facing her end as to avoid being seen. 

Looking at the monkey woman and then at the Bount, Angel spoke in a tired, stern, and solemn voice. "Seems that I've lost...I can hardly move. You've won. So then...go on then. Do your duty. You hate Shinigami don't you? Finish what you hate." Sweat dripping own the side of her face and onto the floor, copiously from her chin, she could feel her eyes instinctively tearing, albeit no pain being formed, rapidly spilling from her face. "H-Huuugh...." What a shit condition to die in, she'd think. She'd think such a bit further before she half wondered how she was about to die? What she imagined? Terribly. It was people like her, or Quincy...or Arrancar. Or the spiritually aware in general deserved. However, she would not escape or deny death. She would not just accept it. She'd embrace it.

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3450/3750
-200 Shikai

1/10

[Eve Timor]

When the shinigami finally showed up, Timor was a little impressed with the extent of the damage done to the woman....girl?... It was impossible to tell how old these shinigami were. but all the same, the girl seemed like she had come here to fight, only to realize she didn't have the energy. She couldn't help but whistle as she watched the girl almost collapse, those bright brown eyes watching calmly as the shinigami even gave her some sorta dramatic speech? She blinked, furrowing her brows a little as she stared at Angel.

What the fuck?

Affen was already over to the girl's side, poking them curiously before Timor walked over to the girl and promptly grabbed the back of their neck, her claws tensing against their skin before she promptly picked the girl straight up, that monsterous strength being put to use to heft the girl up and onto her shoulder as she snorted. Affen promptly snagged the Zanpaku'to as she sighed. "fucking dramatic-ass shinigami. Stupid. I'm not gonna kill you. What's the first thing I told you when you showed up? Leave me the fuck alone." She growled, shaking her head and looking to Affen.

"You, jacket. Now." She commanded to the doll, who pouted, but saluted, burning up into cinders which reformed into a jacket on Timor. The nakka then reached up and patted Angel on the hip. "I'm not gonna kill ya. We're gonna stop by mcdonalds on the spirited side of town. I promised Affen some food. Your wounds are cauterized so you won't go bleeding out or anything. We're gonna grab a bite to eat. Then we're gonna see a friend of mine to fix you up." She muttered calmly, her voice flat and almost businesslike as she began walking north.

"And before you go thinking I'm sweet on you or some shit, I'm not. I still hate your guts, but a dead shinigami isn't what I want on my fucking permanent record. You guys leave me the fuck alone and I'll do the same. When you write your report just make sure you tell then that the next time they send someone after me, they won't be so lucky." She growled, and then promptly carried the girl into an ulcera, intent on heading to the north side of town near Gwendolyn's flight. IT wans't the best place to go bringing a shinigami, but they knew that killing one was bad juju, if anything, her friends at the club would be more inclined to help her.

On some small level, she did wonder what the fuck she was doing. Shouldn't she just dump the woman off near some hollow spot? Wait for the responding shinigami to pick em up? She did think of that but....no. Karakura was a shithole these days. With her luck, some random quincy or something would show up and finish the poor thing off, then she'd be the one stuck with their murder. No way was she gonna let that happen. She did a lot of bad shit, but she was't going to start a war with people she knew she wasn't strong enough to beat. Yet.... Besides, the girl didn't seem all that bad. A little weird, and a filthy smoker... but well. She didn't have a lot of room to talk.

end of fight

[Col Arana]

Angel gets 290 TP

Timor gets 300 TP+100 TP for winning for a total of 400 TP