Katabasis

[Wycliff]

Wycliff had only taken a few steps back as the voice boomed out again and the very first thing it said confirmed for Wycliff that this thing was indeed a demon. Making a mention that they couldn’t handle the voice of a thousand demons. That all but sealed what Wycliff was going to do, get the fuck out of there and have this place nuked with kido from above. No need to waste time, energy and lives dealing with whatever demonic entity this was and whatever it wanted. It was the logical and rational choice to do so, none of this was to do with the fact that Wycliff just didn’t want to deal with a crappy horror movie come to life, nope not at all.

With his mind made up Wycliff took another step backwards when the voice continued speaking, making mention of others that had come that way and that they had the mentality of gods of death. Which brought to mind that he was talking about other shingami, or at the very least individuals that assumed the same role. The only thing that gave him pause from leaving was when the voice stated that the others while they had crossed the river Styx they could still return to the world above. Shit….. I thought the others were either dead or…. damn it. I can’t leave them there…. Wycliff bit on his inner lip as he started to debate if he should keep going.

As he contemplated he heard another voice from behind speak and announce that they would be walking in. In the darkness Wycliff couldn’t see who it was but the name and their rank was given, it seemed to be the squad 12 vice captain that was going into the darkness. Damn it he thought as that meant that the decision was no longer in his own hands. While he was a captain and didn’t have to follow Ken'ichi into the obvious trap he wasn’t about to let an ally just wander in alone if he could help it. Tho later on he would give a mouthful to Ken'ichi about accepting shady offers from people in the dark, it’s almost as bad as falling for the old candy in the back of a van trick.

Letting out a heavy sigh he started out into the purple flame that was barely illuminating the back of the cave he spoke. “Ya better keep ya word. Name’s Wycliff capt’n of squad five.” Wycliff really didn’t want to go deeper into this without a better idea of what he was getting into, but it seemed that, that ship had sailed. He started walking towards the abyss and deeper into the darkness all the while trying to figure out why the sentence about them crossing the Styx was bothering him so much, there was just something about it that was off.

[Lucien Dantes]

There was a subtle shift in the reiatsu in the air around the trio that had entered the cave. It seemed... pleased, somehow. "Then WELCOME! WYCLIFF AND KEN'ICHI SHIHOIN! Brave soldiers from the world above, I bid you cross the threshold!" Before the eyes of Wycliff and Ken'ichi, numerous purple flames, like will-o-wisps erupted and hovered in place. They illuminated the darkness before the two and revealed a long stone stairway that led down towards the initial light in the distance. The peculiar thing about the stairway though, was that Wycliff's Byakurai earlier should have illuminated it. It wasn't as if it were ten meters down or out or anything. It was almost as if it had somehow just... appeared out of nothing. Or if somehow the darkness itself had clung to it as the Byakurai had passed through, and only now in the hued torchlight, did it melt away to reveal its contents. 

Wycliff and Ken'ichi would face no opposition if they went down the stairs towards the figure, though upon taking their first steps, a strange feeling would pass over them, not unlike passing through a Senkaimon. Furthermore, moving at a walking pace, the distance to the figure might have taken the two of them almost an hour to reach him, but with each step they seemed to be covering yards of distance down the steps, the entity growing in their sights rapidly—as if somehow space itself was bending and contorting to speed their passage. Soon it was easily visible even to the eyes of Ken'ichi and Wycliff. Hooded and concealed by a tattered gray cloak. A bandaged hand extended out and clutching a long black staff which was held straight. Its face was unseen to the group at first, hidden in shadow. The figure was also... very, very tall. By the time Ken'ichi and Wycliff were three quarters of the way down the stairs, and able to see him clearly, it seemed about as tall as either of them. But with each passing step, as they grew nearer and nearer as if some strange visual trickery was at work, the figure seemed to grow taller and taller, until at last they hit the bottom of the stairs, and set foot on what felt like sand, the figure now looming above them, and seeming somewhere just shy of fifteen feet tall. They also would be able to now hear a sound, like rushing water nearby.

"Well. As you have so politely introduced yourselves it would be inappropriate for me to withhold my own name." [/font]The figure at once cast off its hood and threw wide its cloak. It was definitely a male under there, and perhaps disappointing to Wycliff, he didn't seem that demonic. He did look a bit goth though. A pale face with large, heterochromatic eyes-- one gray and one red gleaming down at them. A jagged scar ran across the man's his gray left eye. A broad smile on his lips as he beamed down at the Shinigami. Both his arms were bandaged and beneath the cloak, he wore a sleek black shirt, and scarf about his neck. Both arms were bandaged extensively, hands, wrists and fingers all. "I have been known by many names in the past, but today I come before you bearing a name appropriate to our location. You may know me as Charon-- Ferryman of the River Styx and Gatekeeper of the Underworld." He informed them.

As he proclaimed his name, something changed behind him. It was not accurate to say that the room had gotten lighter-- rather, it was almost as if the darkness itself was somehow peeling itself back to reveal their surroundings but without it actually seeming like it had gotten any brighter. Wycliff and Ken'ichi found themselves now on a beach with dark gray sand and slated shores. The source of the sound of rushing water would also be clear. Approximately twenty feet ahead was the banks of a massive river. Or at least it was probably massive. It was hard to say as they would only be able to see about fifty feet out before it vanished into the gloom. The river didn't appear to be of water though, but of a black tarlike substance that coursed in raging rapids, splashing angrily at the shores. At moments, strange flashes of white illuminated the black waters and the two might have almost thought to see a few ghostly fingers extending out of the river, before slipping back into their depths.

”In truth, it is good you have come. If you share a cause with those who came before you, there may yet be hope." Charon informed them, still using his booming voice, but, although it was loud, and echoed, each word came through clear to them as if some power was preventing the volume of his words to mask their meaning. ”One of the tasks given to the ruler of the Underworld, is holding shut the Gates of Tartarus… Though I suppose in this age you would know it as Hell. There is one down here, sealed for thousands of years, but the seal has weakened. Four of your months ago our defenses that have withstood the test of millennia faltered and something broke out. We are restoring the seals even now but it is a task that requires almost all of our strength. We have barely enough to prevent the creature escaping the Underworld, and do not have any to spare to subdue it.” Charon exposited to the two Shinigami. ”Your comrades-in-arms attempted to accomplish this task for me, but failed. I was able to save all but one of them, and will keep them safe until the task is done. If you accept their task in their stead I will guide you across the Styx and send you on your way.”

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Meanwhile, Zeich would have heard most of Charon’s booming epithets, including the identities of the two that had given their names. He would also hear most of what Charon said to the Shinigami, thanks to his booming voice. What Zeich would find troubling, would be following them. If Zeich attempted to follow the Shinigami in from behind without announcing his presence, unlike Wycliff and Ken’ichi he would find that the darkness would re-cover the beginning steps that the two had taken down, and attempting to step through would find that this was not merely hiding them—the steps would have disappeared. Zeich would also find that, though air ground seemed to exist down here, he would not be able to move at the massively accelerated rate that Ken’ichi and Wycliff were allotted by their host, and as such it would require high speed movement on his part to catch up with them, or else risk them getting very far ahead of him and the Vizard losing them entirely in the gloom.

If Zeich did, however, announce his presence and name—even if he did not shout it or speak it loudly, he would find the stairs would remain for him, and permit his entry into the gloom of the Underworld.

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Still unaware of Zeich's presence, Ken'ichi stepped off the precipice with the intention of using air ground as a sort of makeshift staircase which he intended to use to descend to the lower level of the immense chamber. He had not taken more than half a dozen steps however, before Wycliff spoke announcing his name, and rank. Mere moments later, the booming voice responded to both his, and Wycliff's revelation of their identities. It seemed pleased, and offered sincere welcome to the two.

Ken'ichi was momentarily startled when dozens of purple luminous flames suddenly lit a previously hidden staircase. Despite standing over the precipice several feet beneath the lip of the cliff, Ken'ichi was unaware that such a stairwell existed and would have sworn it had materialized as if by magic. Testing the weight of the stair with his foot, he affirmed to himself that it was sturdy, but fearing that his 'host' might suddenly remove it - he made his way hastily to the ground below, running at his full 300 speed (reduced slightly thanks to his release-formed armor) and making occasional use of Shunpo to hasten his journey.

He was amused more than surprised when he discovered that for every step he took, he appeared to cover several yards of distance. Combined with his use of Shunpo, Ken'ichi would quickly out distance even Wycliff should he not likewise engage in such a rapid descent. Especially when every shunpo-assisted step covered seven times the already rapid descent. (Step speed of 2100 multiplied by whatever trickery was used on the stairs).

Within what felt like seconds, but was perhaps several minutes - Ken'ichi traversed a distance that would have otherwise taken him over an hour at a normal walking pace. All the while, the looming figure grew larger in his sights. Suigin, what do you make of him? Hooded, and stupidly tall. If he truly does pose us a threat, his command of whatever magic or power he is using, combined with his immense size would imply we are sorely outclassed. But you know what they say... 'The bigger they are'

"Master, I know not what he represents but I sense some familiarity with him in your aura." Suigin responded with her childlike and seemingly innocent voice, yet some unseen quality to her timber gave the impression of hidden depths. Not that anyone but Ken'ichi would even notice given that she spoke directly to him telepathically in his mind's eye.

Eh? Familiar? I'm not sure what you mean. He just looks like a hooded figure to me. Although a giant one at that.

Slowing his pace as he approached ground level, Ken'ichi sheathed his zanpakutou to reduce the appearance of being a threat, instead preferring to rely on his Ekitai-kо̄ Kishi armor and shield to protect him should anything untoward occur. Still encircled by one spinning ring of liquefied metal, Ken'ichi walked slowly toward their seemingly benevolent host, who at this moment chose to introduce themselves. The sound of rushing water from somewhere nearby was not lost on Ken'ichi, who chose to heighten his senses and strength as his release slowly empowered his abilities.

"Well. As you have so politely introduced yourselves it would be inappropriate for me to withhold my own name."

Casting aside his hood, the figure revealed a face that Ken'ichi agreed appeared - familiar? But he could not for the life of him remember why. Heterochromatic eyes, and bandaged limbs. The figure greeted him warmly, smiling as he did so. "I have been known by many names in the past, but today I come before you bearing a name appropriate to our location. You may know me as Charon-- Ferryman of the River Styx and Gatekeeper of the Underworld."

No wonder he was familiar! CHARON! Of course. From the Greek mythology. Swindling trickster of the underworld who often drowned would-be passengers into Hades whilst in the middle of the river Styx. I thought them but a myth, but if Charon is here, this implies we are entering the realm of Hades himself. Which also explains his earlier comment about the title 'God of Death' being previously claimed.

Mentally running through his memory of Greek mythology, while simultaneously listening to this 'Charon' talking, Ken'ichi ran through his mind all of the stories and legends pertaining to Tartarus, Hades, and the creatures that allegedly dwelt within. Still not convinced entirely that this was not some kind of elaborate scam, and that the figure was hoping to play on people's prior assumptions about Greek Mythology, and had chosen this particular name for that very purpose - Ken'ichi made certain not to rely too heavily on established 'lore' and instead to remain vigilant of whatever threat may expose itself.

His ears pricked at the mention of an escaped 'prisoner' previously bound in Tartarus, and noted with a nod what befell the Exploration unit that was sent to investigate this Island. For now, Ken'ichi hoped to eek more information out of this 'Charon' and glean what information they would let slip to educate himself, and to help formulate a plan. Flattery would be his best bet here, he thought to himself.

"Oh mighty Charon, he who guards passage to the Underworld and turns away those unworthy of admittance into Hades; you are not know for allowing the living to trespass into the realms of those dead. Why beseech us for aid at this time? Surely, your master Hades would be more than equipped to handle any who dare escape from the depths of Tartarus? Like your master, we Shinigami serve the cycle of souls as psychopomp guides for the recently deceased. In this regard, we Shinigami serve the same role as you yourself do oh mighty Charon. We too ferry the dead to their resting place within the afterlife, that which we call 'Soul Society'. Albeit, we also cleanse 'fallen' souls which we call 'Hollows', and what you would probably call 'daimon' and purify them so that they may enter the afterlife untouched by the corruption that festers between worlds.

"Might This One ask how such a place came to exist? You and Ken'ichi are brethren in our service to the dead, and with such kinship we would be honored to assist you in purifying or restraining the 'creature' that had escaped its prison in Tartarus. That goal aligns with ours, and we would be remiss and derelict in our duties to refuse. Might This One also inquire as to whether he should expect Titans, Cerberus, and other denizens of Tartarus might be expected below? Please say that Typhon if he exists - is not the prisoner that has escaped your clutches."

As he spoke, Ken'ichi carefully observed his 'host' for any hostile intentions, his eyes darting to hidden recesses in the chamber for signs of anyone with intent to ambush. Whilst seemingly remaining in a neutral stance, he subtly shifted his footing so that he was positioned in one of the many iaijutsu ready stances, only awaiting a split second's action in order to draw his sword and simultaneously strike at his foe. To the untrained eye, he merely stood with one foot slightly in front of the other, and his rear foot slightly turned outward, with both legs slightly bent in what appeared to be a natural, yet casual stance but was anything but. As he talked, he kept his face and arms neutral, and devoid of any indication of hostile intent, gesturing where appropriate, but not excessively so.

Within her sheath, Suigin sensed Ken'ichi's tension, which he confirmed to her with a silent, deliberate closure of his eyes for the briefest of moments. Ken'ichi was uncertain what this creature's capabilities were, and so also made certain to keep his surface thoughts passive, and filled with the multitude of 'facts' pertaining to Greek mythology. Thought Compartmentalization is a common skill amongst geniuses such as himself, and so he devoted the majority of his surface thinking to appearing to "recognize" this 'Charon' from mythology. If the creature could read minds, which nothing in the lore suggested he could but its ability to detect their concealed presence above suggested as a possiblity - Ken'ichi was making certain not to take untoward chances.

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Reiatsu Remaining: 1825 of 2500

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Stat Adjustments [New]: Senses [125], Strength [100]
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Sairento Satsugai: 4/10 posts
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Ekitai-kо̄ no Kishi

[Zeich Yajuu]

Zeich continued to listen quietly, his ears catching every word spoken. Now both individuals were identified: Wycliff, a Shinigami, and Captain of Squad 5, as well as Ken’ichi Shihoin, Vice Captain of Squad 12. An interesting pair—though Zeich still thought little of the former—and certainly enough to warrant the Vizard’s attention. Two high-rank Shinigami made this more than an ordinary mission; rather than an officer with subordinates, this was two officers with none. This indicated that this mission was at least dangerous enough to put any lesser Shinigami at risk. What had he gotten himself into, Zeich wondered; while he was certain that he was capable enough to defend himself should the situation become worse, the level of Soul Society’s representatives indicated that he would need to be very careful indeed. Suddenly, the teeth of the potential trap felt much sharper.

That said, Master… if it’s truly this threatening, getting caught sneaking through may be even beyond our capabilities. You are but one person; no matter how mighty you are, you are in the territory of an unknown power that is enough to warrant the presence of two high-level Shinigami. It may be best if we announce ourselves… quietly, of course.

Haiiro’s advice did not go unheeded, and Zeich agreed with it after a moment of deliberation. While it still felt as though a trap was looming over them, the alternative was now becoming chilling enough that risk felt far more warranted. He would not act rashly, however; rather than simply stepping forward and announcing himself, the Vizard waited for his quarry to descend into the abyss before them, moving down stairs that had appeared once they had identified themselves. Once they were out of sight—exceptionally so, it seemed, as Zeich glanced down and saw them moving at a surprisingly rapid motion—the Vizard drew himself up to his full height and spoke, albeit quietly, in order to announce himself. If necessary, he could repeat himself at a higher volume, but for now he wanted to continue concealing his identity from those he pursued.

“My given name is Wolf, though it is not my true name. I give this name in acknowledgment of the courtesy extended to guests; would my full identity be given, it would put me at potential risk, so I ask that I may evoke your courtesy in giving a pseudonym to identify myself that I may prevent a need for protection.” A formal enough statement, though the monotone it was delivered in was akin to a soldier giving a report as opposed to a more grand announcement. As ever, Zeich was more soldier than man, a person who followed orders and completed his duties as needed. “I, too, ask that I may have my identity kept from those who came just before me, that I may prevent a need for protecting myself and risking harm to any of your guests. In this, I look out to avoid disparaging your hospitality.”

While waiting for the response of their host, Zeich let his hearing pick up the speaker’s voice again, even as it boomed up from the abyss below. It seemed a response would be a few moments; for now, it was time to glean information. A name floated up, and it was that which stood out most to the Vizard: Charon. The boatman of the River Styx, his place in mythology was fairly commonplace knowledge. Zeich had, however, admittedly studied a further dabbling of mythology in the course of research into areas he had been deployed in, so he was not unfamiliar with the identity claimed by their host and the potential setting they claimed about them. The River Styx, that which souls crossed to reach the Underworld; could this be another potential gate into the spiritual worlds? And if so, which ones?

Another important bit of information came up: the Gates of Tartarus, a seal that prevented access into Hell. Any Shinigami—any spiritual being—knew about Hell, though detailed knowledge was hard to come by, and access to Lucifer’s domain was forbidden. Aside from its reputation as a place for tortured, damned souls, there was little known about hierarchy or even what else existed in order to torture said souls. For all they knew, powerful creatures existed there, far beyond the ken of any Shinigami, held back only by whatever boundary kept Hell and the other worlds separated from one another. Knowing that something had broken out and that the seal that kept Hell separated was weakening, Zeich found that his mission was evolving into something far bigger than it had initially seemed.

Could be worse, I suppose. Beat up a baddie, close some doors, and put a new layer of seal-ant on it to keep it from opening again. Get it? A wave of mirth washed through the bond between them as Haiiro chuckled at his own joke, one which Zeich countered with a splash of non-amusement. Oh fine, spoilsport. We’ll see what we can do about things—if possible, we’ll close things off and keep the damage under control. But we’re definitely going to deal with whatever got loose, if I know you.

Indeed. If it was powerful enough to break the seal on Hell, it is likely a formidable creature, one we cannot leave loose. We will make dealing with it a priority, with restoring or renewing the seal as a secondary objective. Understood? An affirmative agreement flowed through their bond. Their plan set, Zeich waited patiently at the edge of the abyss to see if his introduction was sufficient. All was quiet for a few moments, before Haiiro spoke up again.

I hope we get to meet Cerberus...

Shikai: 4/15

[Wycliff]

Going down into the abyss Wycliff saw that the purple flames illuminated the stairway downwards. With each step Wycliff felt himself moving faster and faster down towards whomever was their host. Wycliff saw that Ken’ichi for whatever reason decided that it was wise to speed down the steps using shumpo. Honestly that guy’s gunna trip over his feet and slid all the way down. He thought as he took another step before laughing to himself imagining the vice captain slipping and speeding down like a cart on a track all the way to the bottom.

Wycliff wasn’t in a major rush to get down to the bottom, especially after seeing who was greeting them, the size of him alone was impressive and with each step it seemed that this man was just getting larger and larger. Rushing into things without thinking wasn’t his forte and honestly he still had his reservations about going into an unknown danger. At the very least there was someone else here who he assumed he could trust if things went sideways. Even if Wycliff wasn’t too familiar with Ken’ichi he knew that being a vice captain wasn’t something that came easy, heck his own path to captaincy was something that took time and effort.

Eventually Wycliff’s flip flops touched down on what was the ground at the bottom of the stairway and much to his surprise he could feel sand under his feet. The feeling of sand was unmistakable and his sandals sank slightly into the grey sand as he approached the now towering figure that still hadn’t introduced it’s self. “You may know me as Charon-- Ferryman of the River Styx and Gatekeeper of the Underworld." Wycliff tilted his head trying to remember why that name was familiar…. It sounded old, maybe roman? It was definitely roman as far as he was concerned.

The look of Charon was at least not that of a typical demon, no he looked human and with the speech that he gave announcing his name maybe he wasn’t a demon? It was a possibility, but horror movie rule number one is never fully trust the dark mysterious figure. Wycliff wasn’t sure if Charon was trustworthy however to help the other shingami he would go along with what Charon wanted, at least till there was a reason not to. As Charon explained what was going on Wycliff looked into his beach bag, with the now illuminated area looking for a spare towel to laydown on the ground and rest while the being spoke.

Wycliff found a towel and laid it down just as Charon finished speaking, however before Wycliff could say anything Ken’ichi started going on talking. Honestly if that man was going to do a long speech Wycliff would lay on the sand looking out at the black water that was the river nearby, wondering if it was safe to swim in it. Tho upon seeing a hand reach out of the water and then be pulled back in by another that idea went out the window. His sunglass covered eyes looked at Ken’ichi speaking to Charon finishing his speech Wycliff had one very important thing to say.

While laying on the towel he looked right at Ken’ichi and without sugar coating his words or tone he spoke directly to the vice captain. “So ya wanna tell me why ya hid ya self from a capt’n at the start of this mission?” Wycliff was normally easy going, however he couldn’t take the fact that Ken’ichi hid themselves as anything other than malicious in one way or another. Especially when they revealed themselves as Charon asked them to, there was something off about that action that didn’t settle well with Wycliff, as a fellow shingami shouldn’t have to hide themselves unless they were doing something they should be doing.

[Lucien Dantes]

In response to Zeich's answer, Charon did not give the booming reply that Ken'ichi and Wycliff had been given. A whisper, however, floated near Zeich's ears, different from Charon's. "I acknowledge you and grant you entry. Those who share my cause will not harm you, so long as you do not harm them. Know, however, that in exchange for keeping your identity, I will not extend my protection, as I have to the others who came before you." There wasn't another visible speaker-- the voice seemed to come out of thin air, and it was cracked and raspy, very much unlike Charon's, little more than a whisper. And then it was gone.

His identity preserved, as was his presence, but it was going to be difficult for Zeich to stay hidden much longer. As with Ken'ichi and Wycliff before him, there would be a strange sensation as Zeich passed into the cavern. But the path remained open to Zeich to join the other Shinigami on the beach and he would find himself accelerated down it at the same rate. That said, Zeich would have to be creative or utilize some form of technique if he did wish to remain hidden to any eyes turning around to look up the path. Black Shinigami robes would certainly help him blend into the darkness at a distance, but as he got closer he would be more vulnerable if Wycliff or Ken'ichi happened to look behind them. At any rate, Charon's booming voice would still fill the room leaving Zeich privvy to the ferryman's half of the conversation.

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Charon laughed at Ken'ichi's queries. "Even were you not of the world of the dead, you would not have been the first living souls to cross this threshold! Hades has been known to host those of the living! I need not describe the many stories of great warriors and heroes of the world above who have sought the wisdom of the dead, I am sure you know of many." Came his initial reply. "But I am indeed familiar with you and your ways, Ken'ichi Shihoin. But as for why we beseech you for assistiance-- As I have said. The seals to Tartarus have been broken. Holding fast its gates while rebuilding these seals takes much of my master's strength. What little he has remaining is expended keeping the fugitive ghost from leaving the Underworld. There is none to spare to actually apprehend him, and he has been causing disturbances below. His strength will not hold forever, and while I have no doubts that the seals will be restored, there is no telling how long it will take, or what else may break free in the interim. As those who claim to protect the world above, this falls into your responsibilities as well." Charon finished.

The ferryman smiled at Ken'ichi's own knowledge. "Typhon is not our escapee, no. And your caution and apprehension is wise. Yes, such creatures as you might have heard described in myth exist down here. But do not limit your mind to this part of the world alone. As I tell you, I have been known by many names, as has my lord. In this part of the world they were known as Hades. In another age, Ereshkigal, and in yet another time and place, Hel. Among many, many other names. Do not limit your vision to only the world of Greece, or you may be taken quite off-guard by some of the denizens and lands you may encounter in this domain. Of course, do not discount the mythos of the Greeks either." Charon cautioned. "Many creatures and beasts of eld, at the severing of the spiritual world and the world of mortals fled down here. You may encounter more beasts than those traditionally associated with Erebus here."


Throughout his speech, Charon did not appear threatening to Ken'ichi. He made no aggressive motions or untoward actions. He still maintained his broad smile as he explained this, with his eyes merely slipping over to Wycliff's lounging as he spoke, from time to time. 

"As for the nature of this place... That would be a long conversation that I fear I have not the time for. If you do wish to assist my lord and I, I pray thee, follow." Charon turned his back on Ken'ichi and Wycliff and raised a hand to the river before him. The waters of the Styx suddenly began to churn and roil, as a shape began to rise. The ship that emerged from the depths resembled not a Greek ship, but a Viking longship instead with a large charcoal sail that unfurled as it finished emerging from the black waters. Water dripped from the side, and Charon took a step off the beach onto the ship. "I shall ferry you across the Styx and be your guide if you wish it. The way ahead is long and dark, but I shall take you on the path that your comrades before you took, and perhaps you can liberate them as we journey." He offered. "Do not fall from the ship however. The Styx is unkind to outsiders, even those who have our protection." 

From the path, Zeich would be able to see this ship emerge from the Styx as well. Even after Wycliff and Ken'ichi boarded, Charon would find an excuse to delay the departure just a moment in case he wanted to stow aboard. How he might choose to do so and remain hidden would be up to him. 

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Still compartmentalizing his thoughts, Ken'ichi noted that Wycliff was rustling with his beach bag, looking for....something? Not distracted by this, he was however momentarily annoyed at Wycliff's seeming blasé attitude as he lay a beach towel down on the fine gray sand and had the audacity to lay down on it.

Seriously? You care so little for our missing comrades that you think now is a good time for a seiesta? Ken'ichi liked the word 'siesta'. He had heard it used frequently while he was on mission in Spain over a century ago and loved the bounce and rhythm of the word. Si-est-a! What a wonderful word. Allowing his surface thoughts to briefly meander to his routine mission in Spain allowed Ken'ichi to keep his true thoughts hidden from Charon, and just as Charon was about to speak, Wycliff interrupted.

“So ya wanna tell me why ya hid ya self from a capt’n at the start of this mission?”

How Impertinent! The sheer audacity! To challenge why Ken'ichi was remaining cautious when this dumbass is treating the mission like some kind of human world beach holiday... With his lightning-fast thinking, Ken'ichi began to mentally count off the reasons why he kept his presence concealed from Wycliff. To an outside observer, it may appear that Ken'ichi was pondering the question for a moment, but inwardly Ken'ichi was fuming at Wycliff's audacity. Why indeed! Well lets see. First you lounged on the beach like you are on vacation, and not on a rescue mission, while our comrades lives were in uncertain danger. Then you brazenly waltzed into what is assumed hostile territory and used Byakurai as a torch. Only to randomly fire it into the distance and shout at an unknown and potentially hostile voice to 'use their inside voice'. This One knows not the faintest idea why a Squad 2 trained Shihoin would choose stealth in hostile territory, especially when a comrade announces their presence like a dumbass.

After a moments thought, Ken'ichi closed his eyes and steadied his temper before speaking. "This One does not answer to the Captain of Squad 5. If the newly promoted Captain takes issue with Ken'ichi's conduct, Wycliff-Taichou may take it up with Aramis-Taichou. This One will be filing a complete report at the conclusion of this mission. Now if Wycliff-Taichou doesn't mind, This One wishes to hear what our benefactor Charon has to say in response to Ken'ichi's questions."

The inflection Ken'ichi placed on 'newly promoted' was subtle, but to an astute mind would have felt like the lash of a whip, strongly conveying Ken'ichi's belief that he felt Wycliff undeserving of such a promotion. However to the lackadaisical captain, this ever so subtle inflection might easily pass unnoticed. Even if he did notice, it would be unlikely he would know what hidden meaning was conveyed by it, only further reinforcing Ken'ichi's beliefs that Wycliff was an idiot, undeserving of his station.

As Charon replied to Ken'ichi's questions with his booming voice, Ken'ichi mentally filed away each important piece of information. The seals of Tartarus have been broken. Hades is preoccupied repairing the seals while simultaneously preventing their fugitive from escaping. Typhon is not the escapee; a relief. Ereshkigal! Seriously? Mesopotamian Queen of the Dead; that was unexpected. Hel; ok that one is not surprising.

Shortly thereafter, Charon turned and summoned a Viking Longship from beneath the depths of the Styx with a wave of his hands. As the bubbling rivers agitation subsided and its surface returned to its black mirrored finish, Ken'ichi's eyes fixed on the longships charcoal sale, and noted the ships overall dimensions and construction. Moments later, Charon approached the vessel, and detecting no sign of malicious intent, Ken'ichi followed.

"I shall ferry you across the Styx and be your guide if you wish it. The way ahead is long and dark, but I shall take you on the path that your comrades before you took...." Listening to Charon's ominous foreboding, and knowing full well the mythology surrounding the dreaded Styx, Ken'ichi's only reply was a silent nod as he followed Charon up the gangplank and onto the deck of the longship.

"Wycliff-Taichou, if you have yet finished your much needed rest, it may be in our best interests to board this vessel and locate our missing companions.

"Ye of many names, I shall honor your chosen name that you greeted us with and call you 'Lord Charon'. This One will gladly assist a fellow psychopomp in capturing your wayward fugitive as our goals align. It would be a derelict of duty were we to ignore this threat and allow it to escape into the Human World to terrorize the Humans...."

Ken'ichi flashed Wycliff a meaningful look and bowed to the Captain, gesturing that he board the vessel as he did. "Taichou, we will not accomplish our mission if we continue to lay about on the beach. Might we make haste? Who knows how long we have before that creature truly breaks free of its prison and escape into the world above."

As he waited, Ken'ichi peered into the darkness from whence they came, noting as he did that the staircase and its purple flames continued to remain lit, and would perhaps remain lit until Charon and his party departed the area. He then glanced ahead to the prow of the ship and peered into the darkness, alert for any signs of danger from ahead. His senses on high alert, Ken'ichi allowed his Kage no Kurо̄uku technique to smother him in its enveloping darkness, shielding him from sight to all but the most perceptive of observers. He would need to choose whether to refresh the technique soon, or let it's obfuscating presence drop.

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{Shikai (4/13 posts, Class 3)}

Stat Adjustments [Total]: Reiatsu Strength [1000], Strength [100], Speed [300], Senses [125]

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{Active Techniques}

Sairento Satsugai: 5/10 posts
Kage no Kurо̄uku: 5/7 posts
Ekitai-kо̄ no Kishi

[Zeich Yajuu]

Zeich was startled as a new voice spoke from the shadows, with words for him alone. Though his ability to keep calm was extraordinary and allowed him to keep the surprise from his expression, his mind was racing immediately, his senses straining to catch the sound of anyone nearby that might have spotted him. His ears caught no movement, his nose caught no new scents, and even his exceptional sense of touch detected no movement in the air directly around him; whatever it was that spoke to him was not physically present in any detectable sense. That alone was unnerving; how long had these eyes been watching him? How long had his presence been known? Was it only his announcement that had revealed himself to this unknown individual, or had they been aware from the start?

There was also the difference in the voice; where Charon’s words were booming and powerful, this one had a crackling tone that reminded him of a file on stone, a whispering rasp that seemed almost opposite the ferryman’s speech. Another who lived here – was it another figure seemingly pulled from Greek mythology? Whoever it was, they had also extended their invitation. Did that make a difference, accepting it from one who was not Charon? Would his status in this Underworld be different from that of the other two Shinigami? What risks came with the lack of protection mentioned in the being’s speech? Questions rose up through Zeich’s mind, and he had far too few answers to be comfortable with this situation.

Unfortunately, we cannot remain idle – standing around will not allow us to investigate further, nor will it allow us to search for the Shinigami that had come before.

Agreed. We proceed forward, albeit with caution.

Taking a deep breath, Zeich concentrated his Reiatsu, gathering his power about him before projecting his intent onto the stone beside him. The ashen form of his Zanpaktou floating around him would muffle this concentration, keeping it from being casually sensed; though someone specifically looking about would be able to detect him with the ash so dispersed, anyone just scanning briefly or off-handedly would probably miss it entirely. Soon the spiritual energy took shape, flowing into a lupine outline, and before long, Haiiro would be standing at Zeich’s side again. Normally this would be an impossibility with the Vizard’s Zanpaktou present, but the Spiritual Projection technique allowed him to keep his powers active while still providing him with a companion to act as his eyes.

“Alrighty, let’s get going!”

Haiiro led the way forward at Zeich’s mental prodding, making his way towards the pit. Images flowed across the bond between the two of them, giving the Vizard a better idea of the room’s appearance and the descent before them. The stairs that the other Shinigami had taken were still there, lit by purple, ghostly flames. The two of them walked carefully down the stairs, with Zeich summoning his ash to cling to his clothing, hidden in the folds of his cloak and beneath his mask. At this point, he was effectively invisible to spiritual senses now that his ash was concentrated upon him, so unless someone with sharp ears was listening, it would be impossible to detect his approach until he drew near. Caution and wariness shrouded him as much as his cloak did, and Haiiro’s eyes scanned the area around them during their descent while the Vizard’s ears and nose only added to their attempts at detection.

Before long, thanks to the accelerated nature of the stairway, the two drew near to the bottom. At this point, Zeich’s ears caught the sounds of conversation, the voices matching those of the Shinigami who had passed him earlier. While they were focused on talking, Haiiro quickly scanned the room, noting that the only departure from the area would be the river itself. And, if the images that were sent were even slightly accurate, Zeich did not wish to brave the river. That meant contact with the others—something Zeich would have liked to avoid, but an option that was not available to him at the moment. All he could do was trust that the protection of his identity would hold, and that it would be enough to keep the two Shinigami at arm’s length. They were under actual protection, after all, and he was not; to have to confront them would be far less than ideal.

Knowing now that he could no longer remain in the shadows, Zeich instead adopted a more casual air as he walked down the stairs, Haiiro still at his side, looking around. The others might be slightly surprised at the figure entering, considering the Vizard’s choice of concealment; his black cloak blended with the shadows as it covered almost all of his body, with only the motions of the cloth allowing it to be discerned easily. The only part of him that wasn’t covered by the cloak was his face, but that had a different concealment; beneath the hood, Zeich wore a mask that was created as a replica of his Vizard mask, a facade carved to look like bone and shaped into the likeness of a wolf’s head. Snarling teeth seemed to jut out around jaws marked with raised whorls along cheek and jowl, and golden eyes stared out from behind the hollowed-out sockets with a raptor-like intensity. Nothing could be discerned about this man who had descended the stairs with his lupine companion.

As Haiiro’s eyes continued to flicker back and forth, Zeich noticed a disparity almost immediately. Only two figures stood present in the room: Charon, and a man who was dressed in beach attire, looking remarkably out of place in this setting. That would be Wycliff, Captain of Squad 5. Newly appointed, if the other Shinigami—Ken’ichi—could be believed. And speaking of the other Shinigami… Zeich’s eyes betrayed nothing as both he and Haiiro spotted the man in their own ways. With the two of them possessing exceptional senses, Haiiro was just able to spot the man’s blurred figure as it seemed to flicker in and out of the shadows, while Zeich could hear the man’s breathing; while Ken’ichi’s technique muffled any motion made, the intake of breath was still enough for a sufficiently wary foe to detect. Of course, anyone who could do that was likely to be able to overcome the rest of the technique as well; Zeich was just below the threshold for breaking the entire technique, but subtle little hints came naturally to one who was used to living with extraordinary caution.

Zeich was less than impressed. He keeps himself concealed both from sight and sound even though he has announced himself prior; while I’m sure he think he’s being cautious, the point of such a deception is worthless once you’ve revealed yourself. One of the Shihoin family should know that concealment in a room where everyone knows of your presence is worthless.

Another note was the armor that the Shihoin was wearing; though the details were hard to make out due to the shadow technique that the man was using, Zeich could see through Haiiro’s eyes that Ken’ichi was sufficiently armored to protect from an attack. An aspect of their Zanpaktou, no doubt thanks to its contrary nature, but a rather unwieldy one for one of the more evasive persuasions; movement would be limited in such bulky armor. So, like Zeich, this Shinigami had come with the expectation of being attacked. This level of caution was far more within reason, given that they were in completely unknown territory. Hopefully their host would not take affront at such a visible display of defense.

No longer attempting to conceal himself, Zeich simply strode along the beach, stopping a modest distance away from Wycliff and Charon, keeping to himself. With Haiiro’s guidance, the Vizard simply brought his gaze up to meet the boatkeeper’s, and gave him a polite nod of acknowledgment. Hopefully whoever had granted him entry would have conveyed it to Charon, lest the ferryman deny him. Once that greeting had been exchanged, Zeich moved to board the ship as well, still staying silent. The Vizard took his place at the far end of the ship, opposite Ken’ichi; as always, Zeich chose to keep to himself, feeling no need to interact with the others—especially the one who was left to believe his presence was still hidden.

Remaining Reiatsu: 7325/8000 (-400 for Spiritual Projection)

Shikai: 5/15

[Wycliff]

Wycliff had been listening to what Charon had been saying, he didn’t really see a need to be standing and waste the energy standing. Besides there was a perfectly good beach to lay on and to not lay on it would be a waste. The thing that did bother him was if everything that Charon was saying was right why didn’t soul society know about this place, or rather why did they dispatch only the two of them. Something about this didn’t really feel right, however Wycliff’s main concern was if he could actually trust Charon to uphold his end, Wycliff really didn’t care if they had to jail someone, he was use to tossing people into the maggots nest.

As Ken’ichi answered Wycliff couldn’t help but laugh, honestly the vice captain was getting the wrong vibe, all Wycliff wanted to know was why the man decided to hide instead of introducing himself. Still Wycliff couldn’t help but feel sorry for Ken’ichi, either his captain didn’t know or central 46 didn’t care that they had sent him along with Wycliff. Wycliff knew very well when he was assigned to a mission that he was sent because central 46 didn’t care about the collateral damage that would usually result in him being on mission.

Once Charon had offered that he would ferry them across the river Wycliff was already standing up picking up his towel and walking towards the longship. Wycliff wasn’t that familiar with the differences between ancient boats, but he knew that this wasn’t a Greek or Roman ship. It looked nothing like the ones that were depicted in movies and paintings. If anything it looked more like a Viking ship which Wycliff really thought it was strange that of all ships that could have appeared a Viking ship had and not something like a Roman or Greek one. More strange things around this individual calling themselves Charon.

Before Ken’ichi could finish saying something about him resting Wycliff spoke up. “It’s Wycliff, not Wycliff-Taichou, ya got it?” Wycliff really hated titles, especially when he didn’t use them himself so he didn’t expect others to use them to refer to him. It was at this time that he saw another one coming towards them, but more importantly was what was accompanying the new person. It was the fluffy dog that he had met at the beach for just a moment. If Ken’ichi was saying anything Wycliff wasn’t paying attention as he looked over at the dog wondering if it would come over after it’s owner came on board.

The man did inquire some note from Wycliff, his face was covered by what seemed to be a carved hollow mask. Was he an arrancar? Maybe a hollow? For now as the man boarded the ship he didn’t attack so Wycliff didn’t really care what race the man was. If he wasn’t hostile then there wasn’t a reason to really react to the mask. The rest of his attire hid much of what or who this individual was. Half jokingly Wycliff spoke to Charon. “Friend of yours?” Wycliff said as he sat down on one of the benches looking through his beach bag to see if he had anything that he could use to try and entice the dog to come over.

[Lucien Dantes]

Charon stared awkwardly at Ken'ichi and Wycliff for a moment as if he seemed embarrassed to be witnessing their little tiff. Meanwhile, upon Zeich's arrival, Charon gave a small little smirk. "Ah. I thought I had detected a third." He murmured aloud, as he allowed Zeich too to step onto the ship. The four arrayed, Charon pressed his staff over the side of the ship and into the sludgy waters of the Styx. The sails of the longship filled with a sudden invisible, unfelt wind and began to course away from shore, cutting across the river depths. Charon drew his staff across akin to a poleman running a skiff, and with each stroke of the staff, their ship accelerated in a similar effect to the one that had propelled the Shinigami and Vizard down the stairs earlier. Charon's eyes had moved away from his wards and into the gloom. A new series of purple flames lit up in the distance like Will-O-Wisps, marking a clear path for the ship as Charon rowed dutifully along, and for a few minutes at least, the ferryman did not speak, giving the Shinigami a moment or two of respite to get to know the newcomer on the ship.

But after several minutes passed, Charon's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, and something broke the silent world around them. Previous punctuated only by the sound of waves lapping at the boat's edges, a melody began to stray across the ears of all involved, initially faint, but growing louder with each push of Charon's staff. The ferryman's mouth moved, but no sound came out from it-- a stark surprise from his previous booming voice. Just beyond the purple flames that illuminated the watery path, something took shape. It looked like a large outcropping of rock emerging from the Styx. The closer the boat got, the louder the music became until it seemed to drown out all sound. It was beautiful, and this stony shore appeared to be its source. Three figures were visible on this rock formation, the formation itself barely large enough to accommodate all three of them. At first their features were indistinct, but as the boat grew closer their faces would become clear.

Two of the figures seemed to be garbed in the apparel of the Shinigami, though their robes were tattered and worn, bearing the look as if they had been there a very long time. The first, was a woman of medium height, with a mess of long sandy-blonde hair that seemed to lighten as it came down past her prodigious chest, with flashes of what looked like red in the locks near the tips. Her skin was like ivory, though her neck was marked by a series of rose-tattoos extending up her neck, and the flash of another tattoo on her collarbone that disappeared into her uniform. Crimson eyes gazed out at the ship, desperately trying to meet the eyes of Wycliff. There was little question that this woman on the rock looked identical to the former 4th Division Captain, Rose. "...Wycliff?" Her voice echoed out across the waters to Wycliff's ears alone, her voice cutting through the music when nothing else seemed to, clear and audible. ”Wycliff is that you?”

Beside her, sitting in a casual seated position, with a sunken gaze was a thin male figure. Chartreuse hair exploded in a messy clump from his head, while sky blue eyes scanned the ship's passengers, settling on Ken'ichi. Sky blue eyes lit up as they fell onto Ken'ichi and a smile crested his face, as the figure tried to stand to hail Ken'ichi. If Ken'ichi didn't know better he might have sworn that this individual was Taien Hadohou of the Kido Corps... ”Well. This is a welcome surprise. I thought we’d never see another Shinigami again. I don’t believe I know you, but would you mind helping us out here? We’re a little bit stranded.” As with Rose, his voice seemed to cut through the melody that was drowning out everything else, but only reached Ken’ichi’s ears.

As for the third figure.... It didn’t resemble anyone that any of the three of them recognized. It was a stunningly beautiful woman, with long golden tresses. Her uniform was more damaged than the others, exposing considerable amounts of skin. Porcelain skin, and well shaped features. Pink lips and flashing sapphire eyes, that looked out to Zeich desperately—though he could not see her. ”E-excuse me sir? I-if it wouldn’t be too much… We’ve been trapped down here for a long time… Please…. Please come to us.” She pleaded with Zeich, her voice alone reaching Zeich’s ears. Even those on the ship would be unable to hear each other’s voices. The melody was all consuming, and seemed to invoke a desire to approach the three on the rock above all else.

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As Ken'ichi took in his surroundings, he noted the figure of Zeich casually walking down the stairs. Moments later, Ken'ichi spotted the loping wolf keeping pace with the Vizard and raised an eyebrow. Studying the man's posture, gait, and overall demeanor, Ken'ichi satisfied himself that the man posed no immediate threat and watched the prow of the ship for signs of hidden danger.

So the hidden figure that Wycliff tangled with earlier chooses to reveal himself.

Satisfied that no immediate threats were forthcoming, Ken'ichi turned to study the man more closely as he strode purposefully across the ash-grey sand toward Charon and the two shinigami. Ken'ichi took in the man's black, concealing attire, and most curiously - a carved canine mask painted like that of a Hollow's. Curious as to why the man concealed his features behind a mask, Ken'ichi watched him cautiously. What's with those unusual eyes? They look, almost feral. Thought Ken'ichi. Turning to study Haiiro, Ken'ichi noted that the wolf appeared to be somewhat spectral in nature, an apparition of sorts, and that the beast was taking in every detail with its keen senses, revealing an intelligence beyond that of most wolves. Ken'ichi noted that the wolf seemed to spot him concealed at the prow of the ship, to which Ken'ichi nodded slightly in acknowledgement.

Once the stranger had seated himself at the opposite end of the longship, Ken'ichi spoke. "Hail, friend? This One has been expecting you after your earlier tussle with Wycliff-Taichou. Ken'ichi had thought you must have been hiding somewhere around here given he did not notice your presence traversing the tunnel above. This One is most surprised to note that you followed behind us, when he was certain you had entered the tunnel before him. Your skills at stealth are most impressive for me to have passed you without noticing you. This One is known as Ken'ichi Shihoin. And you are?"

After waiting for the figures response, if any - Ken'ichi turned to scan the prow of the ship once more for signs of ambush. "Your stealth will most likely come in great use down here. This One fears an ambush may wait us up ahead, and for this reason has chosen to remain cloaked within shadows."

Once Wycliff chose to join them on deck, Charon pressed his staff into the murky waters beneath, as an unseen and unfelt wind filled the sails, causing the vessel to take off across the black waters at a faster than expected clip. A skilled oarsman, Charon navigated the darkened river for some time, as additional purple lights flared ahead of them, illuminating their path. Throughout the entire journey, Ken'ichi remained alert for any sign of danger, but spoke not a word to Wycliff, Charon, or the mysterious stranger who had joined them, and his pet 'wolf'.

Ahead, Ken'ichi noted the outcropping but with his eyes fixed ahead for signs of danger did not notice Charon's wordless appeal. The hairs on the nape of Ken'ichi's neck prickled at the sound of haunting music that started softly, but swiftly rose to a deafening crescendo drowning out all noise. Three figures emerged from the gloom atop the outcropping, and within short order - the gloom parted to reveal them to be two shinigami and an unfamiliar woman with porcelain alabaster skin and long, golden-blonde hair. Ken'ichi did not immediately recognize the woman, but he did take immediate note of Taien Hadohou - Vice Captain of the Kidou Corps, whom Ken'ichi recognized from the time before the Shihoin-Kawada conflict. Despite his sunken features, Ken'ichi recognized the talented young kidou-master on sight, and this detail set off alarm bells in Ken'ichi's mind. The young mans voice seemed to pierce the deafening din of music, and his choice of words made Ken'ichi all the more wary.

"......I don't believe I know you......"

Taien Hadohou? What the hell is he doing in a place like this? And how could he not recognize Ken'ichi? While it has been many decades since our last meeting, we have crossed paths on many an occasion? How did his voice pierce the din, and why is Wycliff and our mysterious companion not reacting to his words? More concerning still - how did he detect my presence? Taien is not one known for his keen senses, or energy sensory abilities. Suigin, Dear - something is amiss. This may yet be the trap we expected.

A strange sensation washed over Ken'ichi. A compulsion to approach the three figures that was almost overwhelming. With lightning speed, Ken'ichi's mind rapidly pieced the scant details together and came to a simple conclusion. If the creatures of myth and legend truly exist, the most logical conclusion is that the three figures ahead were sirens. The all-consuming compulsion brought on by the deafening music only further confirmed his suspicions. Within seconds, Ken'ichi chose a drastic course of action, intending to protect himself from any bewitchment the 'Sirens' may seek to put him under.

"Sirens...." He muttered, not that any of the other passengers could hear him over the deafening music.

Ken'ichi tore off a strip of his hakama and wound it tightly about his forehead like a headband, pulling the cloth low over both ears to muffle any sound. Moments later, he condensed the spinning volume of liquid-metal into a tight loop of metal barely wide enough to fit over his head and mentally willed it to cover the fabric, and his ears, forming a 1-inch wide loop of liquid metal over both ears, with the goal of further deafening himself to the enchanting melody. With his preparations complete, the only sound Ken'ichi could hear was the sound of the liquid metal as it clung to the fabric, and pushed it gently into his ears. To Ken'ichi, it sounded as if he was underwater, and he hoped that this would sufficiently protect him from the enchanting music.

Clutching his stylized woven kite shield protectively in front of him, and placing his left on the hilt of his zanpakutou in readiness of drawing it, Ken'ichi then crouched low in the prow of the boat, muscles tensed like coiled springs ready to spring to action at a moments notice. Trusting that his combat-ready stance would tip off his allies, and hoping they understood the need to deafen themselves also, Ken'ichi waited.

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{Shikai (5/13 posts, Class 3)}

Stat Adjustments [New]: Spiritual Pressure [625], Instinct [450]; Reiatsu [5,725/6,250]

Stat Adjustments [Total]: Reiatsu Strength [1000], Spiritual Pressure [625], Strength [100], Speed [300], Senses [125], Instinct [450]

Reiatsu Increase: +3,750 reiatsu (current & total)
Total Reiatsu: 5,725 of 6,250

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{Active Techniques}

Sairento Satsugai: 6/10 posts
Kage no Kurо̄uku: 6/7 posts
Ekitai-kо̄ no Kishi

[Zeich Yajuu]

((OOC: Apologies for the long delay; COVID stuff happened. x.x ))

The one called Ken’ichi spoke suddenly to Zeich, addressing him and complementing his stealth. He asked several questions, and even properly introduced himself, but once more his words were a red flag to the Vizard. Not once had the former Shinigami acknowledged the Ken’ichi’s presence while he was still in his stealthy state, yet the man was more than eager to give himself away to an absolute stranger, one whose loyalties he did not know. Were he an enemy, Zeich could have used that advantage to simply slit the man’s throat, armor or not; he possessed a subtle enough touch that the Shinigami would have little chance to react before death. Fortunately for Ken’ichi, Zeich was not an enemy.

That did not, however, make him an ally.

Zeich’s eyes flicked to the side in acknowledgment, using images from Haiiro’s own vision to lock his gaze on Ken’ichi’s briefly. His glare was as potent as ever, a sense of lightly-masked hostility and violence projected in a brief moment as he displayed his displeasure with his companion. A more open person may have called out the Shinigami and called him a fool; Zeich, however, wasted no words on such an admonishment, and instead let his eyes speak for him. The gaze lasted for but a moment, but it was enough to send its own message: “I’m warning you; tread lightly.” Threat could be read clearly in those golden eyes, and only once the Vizard’s gaze shifted away again did that feeling of visually-induced pressure fade.

The other Shinigami had the sense to give him his space, for what little it counted. Wycliff – that was the name the man had given. Unusually, his eyes seemed to roam over to Haiiro frequently; though it didn’t seem to be a studious gaze, it was enough to make the wolf feel a little uncomfortable, like he was on display, a creature behind a zoo’s bars. The former Zanpaktou Spirit did his best to look as if he hadn’t noticed, but waves of mixed annoyance and discomfort radiated along the bond that linked the wolf and his master. Zeich fought a brief smile of amusement; it seemed that the lupine socialite was not as inclined to mingle as he normally was. Wrong kind of attention, perhaps.

The trip lapsed in silence, for the most part. Indeed, it was because of that silence that Zeich caught the sound of music shortly before the others did, a low and haunting tune that would likely strum at the heartstrings of those who could appreciate its melody. The music, while not unpleasant, was still a discordant echo to the ever-vigilant Vizard, his body immediately tensing as his logical mind argued that such a thing should not exist in the depths of the underworld. There was no need for music on the River Styx, and that fact combined with Zeich’s exceptional ability to rationalize drew a veil of concern over their situation. It only became worse as the wordless song began to beckon, starting to sink over them and draw them in. A seed of desire, a yearning to approach, took root and began to tighten its grip over the Vizard’s sensibilities, and he could feel the need to draw close to the source of the music.

Zeich would have none of it. Even as they approached the island, it was easy enough for him to make out the location of those who would draw them in. Haiiro’s eyes were fastened on the island, and he quickly projected images of three figures standing upon its shores. Two of them were Shinigami, unusual enough, but the third was a woman, one that the Vizard did not recognize in the slightest. The other two he could piece together by reputation, but who was this third woman? Whoever she was, she spoke to Zeich with a strange plea, one that stood sharply at odds with the enchanting melody that seemed to beckon them closer. The Vizard’s eyes narrowed briefly behind his mask, the situation quickly making itself obvious.

Perhaps an ordinary person might have been drawn in, the music drowning out their reason long enough for the lure to be at its most effective, drawing its victims towards the shores. Zeich was far from ordinary, bearing both rationality and iron willpower that allowed him to withstand the siren song and keep to his seat. Combining that with his cynical paranoia, the Vizard’s sharp mind would not allow him to be overcome so easily. Indeed, would anyone look to him, he would seem completely unaffected, his head lowered and his hood casting its shadow across his mask. In truth, however, he was already releasing his retaliation as ash spilled from the sleeve that was next to the boat’s tip, hidden by his body. Rather than splashing into the water, however, the ashen mass formed three long blades, almost like pointed needles with their edges sharpened by Zeich’s spiritual energy.

No motion was made to launch them, no indication made besides the minor amount of concentration it took to send them hurtling towards the figures ashore. If the shot was accurate, with the three doing nothing to avoid or deflect the attacks, each of the needles would simply penetrate each target’s throat, piercing all the way through and emerging in a bloody mess out the back. It was a simple, but vicious attack, one that would leave the three voiceless and potentially dead, though no one really knew in what form mortality existed in the underworld. Still, the precision and speed at which each blade had struck would be enough to warrant note. Hopefully, this would stop the song and leave their will free once more.

...Not a music fan, Master?

Remaining Reiatsu: 7175/8000 (-150 for Kaijin Ken x3)

Shikai: 6/15

Ash Portions: 2/5 (3 in use for blades)

[Wycliff]

Wycliff was pulling random things out of the beach bag trying to find it, he knew that he had brought a frisbee with him, not that he planned on using it by himself, but rather just a staple of his normal beach bag. Yet as he pulled out the towel that was obscuring everything in the bag he saw that it wasn’t there. Upset by this development he simply let out a sigh before putting the things back and making a pillow out of the blanket. If he couldn’t play with the dog he would take a nap on this boat. There was enough space for him to lay out and start napping. He let out a half hearted mutter towards Charon telling him to wake him when they got there.

If anyone knew Wycliff then they wouldn’t be shocked to see that the captain was out cold in a matter of moments, having dreams of enjoying a real beach day and not being in a dark cave being driven by a massive man. Honestly this wasn’t how Wycliff expected the day to go, so sleeping at least during the boring part of the trip was preferable than looking out into the void. His sleep wouldn’t go unnoticed as his snoring was loud enough for everyone on the boat to hear.

It was during a snore that the faint sound of music and singing started to enter into his dream state, while the melody was sweet and warm instead of luring him to a deeper sleep it was forcing him awake. Something that he really didn’t want to do. In a state of half being awake he muttered out an annoyed “five more minutes.” When the song didn’t dissipate and got louder along with a voice calling out to him he got more annoyed. One of his arms rose up as he groggily towards where the sound was coming from. If they wouldn’t be quiet then he would make it so that they couldn’t move.

In his half awake state he muttered under his breath for them to shut up. Without any other words six rods of light would appear around the harpies. Quickly they would find that the rods of light would impale all three of them and hold them in place. It was a common bakudo, that the other two would know, however Wycliff didn’t incante it verbally simply using a mental incantation for just the name and the kido number. He hoped that the use of this kido would also keep whatever was making that noise from doing so. Music required motion, or at least that was what his half awake brain came up with as he went back to his nap.

-150 reiatsu for Bakudo #61: Rikujokoro

reiatsu 3850/4000

[Lucien Dantes]

Ken'ichi's guess as to the identities of their tempters was spot on. Zeich and Wycliff's attacks would prove this beyond a shadow of a doubt. Wycliff's attack would prove ineffective however. In his half-asleep state, the Shinigami would not be able to properly aim his Bakudo spell, and merely aiming in their general direction would prove insufficient. Zeich's, would prove less so. At once, the three spread their arms and flew up into the air off of the rock they were on, their limbs transfiguring in an instant-- their arms became pale, feathered wings, while their legs became cruel, hooked talons. Their sudden burst to the skies allowed them to evade Wycliff's haphazardly aimed Bakudo, but each of the three did utter a pained screech, at once causing their song to cut out, as blood blossomed and dripped from each of them as Zeich's needles found purchase. Not in their throats, as he had hoped, but each of them had been struck across the torso by the ash needles the attacks easily piercing them. The one that had been impersonating Taien brought its talons up with surprising dexterity and attempted to dislodge Zeich's attack, perhaps fearing that Zeich may be able to do more with it, once it had struck them. 

The other two went on the attack. The one impersonating Rose, struck upwards into the gloom, and then plummeted downwards at Wycliff at high speeds. At a guess its speed appeared to be roughly 500 as it streaked towards Wycliff, its talons extended to plunge into the Captain. If it was successful, it would not attempt to rip Wycliff to shreds, but rather to lift Wycliff up and throw the Captain into the Styx, swooping back into the air in the same motion. Its sibling, who had taken the form of the unknown woman adopted a different tactic, flying straight up into the gloom, and out of sight. In the next moment, half a dozen feathers flew through the gloom of the Underworld at a speed of 600, aimed at the entire group-- approximately two feathers per Shinigami (or Vizard). A series of deadly darts flashing down toward them. It was hard to tell at a glance, but each of these feathers were as sharp as knives, and as such, taking them on carelessly would be a poor idea.

More troubling would be the fact that this third attacker was using the darkness of the Underworld to hide. The darkness masked its presence well, though Zeich at least, or anyone with superhuman senses, would be able to detect the sound of its beating wings as it circled above them in the gloom. The flash of wing, illuminated by the light marking their path, but difficult to read an exact location for the creature. 

In the interim the Taien Siren, whether successful in dislodging Zeich's needle or not, joined its brethren, attempting to strafe the boat taking them across the Styx and unleashed another barrage of six feathers to fly at them from the rear, still targeting the same two by two by two. It seemed that Charon was being left alone by the Sirens, and the ferryman continued to row the ship. "Such difficult little pests aren't they?" He chortled. His eyes were fixed on the waters ahead, but it seemed he could still track the actions of each and every combatant present, Shinigami, Vizard and Siren alike. "I would extend you my aid, but I have no doubt that you will not be requiring it for adversaries of this caliber. Fear not. Though they are guests of my dark master, we are in the Underworld. You may destroy them as you see fit, he shall take no offense."

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{Sirens}
Strength: 200
Speed: 250
Reiatsu Strength: 300
Spirit Pressure: 200
Light Aura: 100
Dark Aura: 0
Instinct: 150
Senses: 150
Energy Sensory: 100
Healing Expertise: 0


Siren's Song: One of the most well known traits of the Siren is their alluring songs which mortal men cannot resist. They are able to cause any that hear their music to enter a trancelike state, in which they are unable to attack or defend themselves, so long as the Siren does not take any further direct offensive action against them. In addition they are compelled to approach the Siren by any means necessary, regardless of any hazards that may be between them and the Siren.

There are two defenses against this ability. The first is that it does not affect anyone who cannot clearly hear their song-- as such, plugging or obstructing one's hearing is an effective defense. The other, is that any points in Illusion Resist, Calm Mind, Strength of Will or other skills enhancing one's mental fortitude allow superior reiatsu strength to resist their effects. A single point in any such skill allows the user to overcome their effects as long as they have mental superiority. Two points allow them to overcome the effect as long as their highest spiritual stat is more than half the Siren's. Three or more points in such skills enables one to defend against it so long as they have at least 25% of the Siren's highest spiritual stat. Four or more points in these skills renders one completely immune to the Sirens' effects.

Swooping Talons: When a Siren initially takes off or fully commits to a dive or swooping action, their movement speed is doubled. 

Razor Wings: A Siren's feathers, despite how soft they look are actually razor edged and can be launched at a target like knives. A Siren may launch up to two feathers per 100 points of their Offensive Stat, and these feathers travel at a speed of 600 in a straight line. 

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As the three Sirens launched themselves into the air, Ken'ichi bided his time, observing his enemy, and waiting for the perfect time to react. Coiled muscles tensed, merely waiting a flurry of activity to unleash their potential. Noting that Zeich's projectiles found purchase in the creatures' midsections, Ken'ichi was at least satisfied that the creatures in this subterranean realm could bleed.

At the zenith of their ascent, the sirens unleashed their attacks. One, seemingly disappeared from Ken'ichi's sight into the gloom. One dived earthward toward the ship. And the final, a flurry of feathered darts. Ken'ichi was all too familiar with 'feathered darts' and surmised that the Siren's attack was similar to his own signature technique. No doubt the feathers were honed to a razor's edge, and/or possessed some unique property that debilitated their victims. As a master of yadomejutsu, and having already raised his silvery shield in readiness, Ken'ichi did not worry about the darts. The diving siren however, was another story.

In the span of a single heartbeat, Ken'ichi calculated the siren's angle, trajectory, and momentum and through a process of logical deduction, came to the conclusion that the creature's most likely target was Wycliff - as he was the one who appeared most vulnerable, slouching in a dazed, half-asleep state as he was. Smirking slightly, Ken'ichi waited until the final moment before both the feathered darts, and the diving siren's attacks would connect. Then, in a split second of activity, he stepped to shield Wycliff with a perfectly timed "Shunpo".

This act would not only cause the feathers aimed at him to miss their intended target, but would also position Ken'ichi's raised shield directly in the path of the attacking siren, causing their outstretched claws to connect solidly with his shield instead of their intended target. Turning his shield at the moment of impact to redirect the kinetic force of the 200 strength attack, Ken'ichi simultaneously unsheathed his zanpakutou and with a swift and practiced maneuver, Ken'ichi would strike upward in a sweeping arc - intending to bifucate the siren across the midsection from right-hip to left shoulder with his deadly "Iaijutsu" technique.

As the siren had less than 200 Instinct, the siren would be caught completely off-guard, and unable to defend themselves from this sudden 600-speed attack, which would cut deep into the creature's side, pass through their viscera and ribcage, and exit just above the left shoulder. Reversing his blade, Ken'ichi combined "Shunpo Karin" with a horizontal slice aimed directly at the creature's neck. Combined, both attacks would look superficially like a reversed 7 carved through his enemy.

If both attacks connected, the creature would not only be cut in half diagonally across the torso, but would also be decapitated. Even if he failed to kill the creature in this lethal flurry, the injuries inflicted would cause 1 post of liquefaction to the creatures legs (due to connecting with his shield), torso, and head. This would cause rapid bruising to begin spreading throughout the creatures legs as blood vessels ruptured and spilled their contents into the surrounding tissues. The damage inflicted to the creatures torso and head however would have a delayed onset of 2 posts before the first symptoms manifested.

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{Techniques Activated}

Shunpo: Cost 50; Speed 3000
Iaijutsu: Cost 0; Speed 600; Strength 100
Shunpo Karin: Cost 100; Speed 3000

Total Cost: 150 reiatsu
Reiatsu Remaining: 5,575 of 6,250

Using the momentum of his deadly attack, Ken'ichi swivelled to the right, and brought his shield in close to his body, keeping his deadly rapier held high. It's point aimed level with the siren's throat, on the off chance his precisely calculated attacks were erroneously timed, and he failed to deliver the killing blow.

"You're welcome for the assist Wycliff-Taichou." Ken'ichi said, matter-of-factly, with no hint of smugness, egotism, or rebuke. "If your rest is now ended, might you consider joining us in defeating the remaining two enemies?"

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{Shikai (6/13 posts, Class 3)}

Stat Adjustments [Total]: Reiatsu Strength [1000], Spiritual Pressure [625], Strength [100], Speed [300], Senses [125], Instinct [450]

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{Active Techniques}

Sairento Satsugai: 7/10 posts
Kage no Kurо̄uku: 7/7 posts (Ken'ichi allows the technique to expire)
Ekitai-kо̄ no Kishi