Searching for embers of the past DE Quest

[Ludwig Verrlicht]

Quest Name:

Searching for embers of the past


Who can participate?:

Seiji


Quest Time Frame (How long it takes):

8-10 pages at the earliest. Likely more.


Quest Setting (NDE/DE):

DE


Quest Synopsis:

The story of a journey with a fool who seeks knowldege best left alone and a stranger from a faraway land only hoping to return. Though the means by which the stranger, Seiji, has arrived is uncertain one thing is clear. They are not in the Soul Society nor any nearby world. Instead Seiji wakes up to find themself in the remains of a shack built into a wall far above a blight infested swamp. Thankfully however they are not left to their own devices in this strange place. At their side is a middle aged man, Laurentius, who despite his naivety about the current situation is determined to help Seiji return. As well as fill in the blanks about the world around them and the various dangers it holds.

The only issue however is that Laurentius is on a personal mission to seek a land of old. Izalith. A land from which many things stem from. Demons, pyromancy, knowledge on life itself, etc. With nowhere else to turn and no one else sentient enough to help him leave, Seiji joins Laurentius on this seemingly impossible quest. With both of their powers combined surely they'll find more clues to Izalith's location and ultimately perhaps find the reason for why Seiji was even brought here in the first place. And most importantly the knowledge both parties seek! From swamp and ruins, to tunnels deep in the earth, and an ancient civilization anything goes in this story. The real question is can our two up and coming characters make it to the end? Or will they be go out in a blaze of glory?


Maximum Number of Participants:

Singular


Overall Goal:

1. Find A way for Seiji to return to the Soul Society

2. Find the knowledge of primeval pyromancies


Number of missions involved:

Primary Missions:

1. Make it to the swamp below, without taking the express elevator - Easy

2. Defeat Chaos Witch Quelaag - Easy

3. Find a path to the outskirt fortress - Medium

4. Clear the fortress and defeat the Firesage Demon - Medium

5. Find a means to traverse the plains of lava - Medium

6. Fight through demonic chimeras to get to Izalith - Hard

7. Scour the ancient citadel for answers - Hard

8. Defeat the Bed of Chaos and return home - Hard


Side Missions:

1. Find the scattered tomes of pyromancy (Great Swamp magic, Salaman's Journal, Sorceries of the flame, Chaos Incarnate) - Medium

2. Determine who the "Fair Lady" is and a means of communication - Easy

3. Defeat the champions of chaos - Hard

4. Stop the flames of corruption - Hard


BASIC Synopsis of each Quest mission:

1. Pretty self explanatory. At the beginning Seiji and Laruentius are in a shack atop of decrepit collection of sticks, wood, and other shacks built into the side of a massive wall. It's not exactly a safe place to be. And it's a falling hazard. Find a way down to "relative" safety.

2. With solid earth beneath the two's feet they now have other problems to deal with. Mainly in the form of the swamp that seems to be as venemous to it's inhabitants as it is to the travelling pair. A means of moving past this needs to be found. Namely the nest of Quelaag and sadly she isn't fond of visitors. Killing her is the only means of moving on.

3. With Quelaag out of the way and now the world around being both solid and not poisonous the two could finally have it easy right? Just kidding this is Dark Souls. Where once there was a swamp is now a pool of lava. With a fortress visible in the distance however the path forward is clear. But the source of the lava needs to be stopped. Figure that out and getting to the fortress will be "easy".

4. Arriving at the fortress hasn't been easy. Enemies abound, lava around, but wait there's more! Now that the two have made it to the fortress they need to make it through the fortress and get past it's formidale leader. One of the few demons that remain from the height of Izalith's power this won't be an easy matter. But easy hasn't been the status quo until now so this will be the same shit on a different day.

5. Kill the demon. Go through to the other side . . . only to see there's more lava. And this time it's not going anywhere. Laurentius may be able to handle flames but straight up lava, as mentioned prior, is a no. Same goes for Seiji. The two will have to find some means of getting across the lava, preferably without being melted in the process.

6. With the means discovered the two finally make the last trek to the goal of this entire journey. Izalith. Sadly though the lava was only the first issue to overcome. As the two approach the citadel it's easy to see why no one can make it. There's a small army of chimeras that can only be demons spawned from gods know where. And they are guarding the makeshift path to Izalith. Getting past this won't be a walk through the park but at least it's straightforward.

7. Finally arrived there's only one thing to do. Dungeon crawl. The information the two seek is here. Just hidden away. Find the information and the path to ending this crazy adventure will be made plain.

8. With the means at hand to return there's just one thing keeping Seiji from returning to the Soul Society. And that's the very thing that brought Seiji here in the first place. Once they're out of the picture the two can part ways. Each with the knowledge they sought for and with the strength from the various trails and hardships before hand completed. Leaving is by far the easiest speedbump to overcome.


Side Missions:

1. Knowledge is power. And power comes in the form of Pyromancy for Laruentius. The more tomes found the stronger Laurentius becomes and the more abilities that are at his disposal. Not strictly necessary but it will aid Seiji and Laurentius both.

2. Though finding the "Fair Lady" is easy. Being able to speak with her let alone determine who she is will be a struggle. A couple of the infected humanoids however might have clues or hints at how to achieve this. With someone more knowledgeable about the current realm than even Laurentius this could prove useful.

3. Demons, infected humanoids, plagues, and envirormental hazards number only a few of the things these two will have to deal with. What hasn't been mentioned are champions of old that despite their corrupted minds and possibly corrupt appearance still seek to keep Izalith safe from invaders. There are 3 in total. Each with a particular specialty and each willing to kill anything, including demons, that tries to harm Izalith. Killing all 3 isn't strictly necessary however they do hold items that will aid Seiji and Laurentius.

4. Think of this as the secret achievement. If you get it awesome. If not doesn't matter. Let's just say there's a reason that Izalith is sealed away. And it's not just because it houses demons and a being that creates more as time goes on. Reward is post thread for Seiji if this is accomplished.


Recommended Class for entry:

Class 8


Additional Rules / Info:

1. Step Techniques are limited to once a post regardless of class. In addition Step techniques only travel 5 feet maximum.

2. Seiji can spend Souls (QP) to increase his class level and/or purchase non-release techniques BUT this can only be done at a check point.

3. Seiji can be "updated" but only after completing a mission objective. The side missions are applicable to this. Updating specifically means changes in rank, changes in total training SP earned, techniques purchased/refunded outside the quest, and type changes can be applied to Jeff.

4. Seiji has 5 additional lives. Thus only Seiji's sixth death is permenant. And on that note if Seiji does die his soul is condemned to this universe. His fate to be determined by the powers that be. This applies to Laurentius.

5. Upon completing a mission, death, or killing special enemies, Seiji regains all reiatsu, release posts, stamina and physical health. Status effects that are detrimental cease. Techniques/abilities with cooldowns are reset. Same goes for Laurentius.

6. There will be an item shop with items theme'd by the vendor from the game as well as Dark Souls 1 items. These can be purchased by spending Soul (QP). Brief Descriptions will be given upon talking with the vendor. In addition to the vendor certain items will be hidden away througout the level. Descriptions for these items will be given upon aquiring them.

7. When the thread is started, determined by Seiji's initial response post, there is a deadline of 2 weeks maximum between posts. Exceptions apply for special circumstances.

8. Air ground doesn't exist naturally. Techniques that create objects in the air are usable however.

[Ludwig Verrlicht]

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit ,shit, SHIT!" Laurentius was many things powerful, particularily cunning, and any other positive noteworthy idea generally were not among that list. And today was showing that off in spades as said pyromancer had gone into Blighttown full well knowing he had a more than arduous journey ahead of him, especially if he intended to survive and reach the godforsaken bottom where a massive swamp lay. To no one's surprise getting there was the issue. Namely with the muscle guts that wielded thick tree branches for weapons, disformed humanoid monsters who had half a head dedicated to their jaw, small dogs of flames and cheyenne peppers, and last but not least the sneaky little fucks with darts who kept shooting some of the worst toxins out there. Laurentius wasn't sure how ANYONE would be able to make it through this place. If you weren't careful you fell off the edge and died from the height. If you were moving though you'd be hit by any number of things. And even if you managed that well the actual "landscape" was a collection of shoddily built supports and ledges from god knows what wood and scraps collected from the sewers he'd just exited.

Moving back to the current predicament however, Laurentius was currently being chased namely by 2 fire breathing dogs given they were far faster than their masters. However the masters were making their way over in a sort of shamble run that their twigs called legs would allow. This was only a temporary blessing however as Laurentius had long since realized he was going to struggle with the dogs after his first interaction with them. They breathed fire and were bright red. He was a pyromancer. Even Laurentius could admit it wasn't that much of a surprise when his fire attacks did little to no damage to them and because of how small and agile they were, it was hard to ensure that he could even hit them. His personal handaxe afterall wasn't exactly the greatest weapon around and it had already seen a good few years of use in the past couple months of him trying to get to this point.

So when Laurentius was finally back at his little campfire on one of the few stone ledges he took a moment to look behind him. The dogs weren't there yet but they would catch up soon. He needed to figure out how to make his next move. Let alone figure out if he had ANY moves left to make. It wasn't likely but he had to consider whaat all was at his disposal. This time to think however was cut short as he noticed another walking abomination strolling up to him. It was not the others as it hadn't originally realized he was present until he'd backtracked to his camp. But when it noticed him it smiled in a way that shouldn't have been physically possible and with teeth FAR larger than what were reasonable to consume another beast. Laurentius silently screamed inside while physically he could only freeze up and gulp.

This staredown continued for a few moments, namely with the other holding Laurentius's inevitable death over him. Surprisingly however between the two of them the first to actually act was Laurentius who, out of instinct, started channeling as much power as he could muster into his pyromancy and drawing on every ounce of knowledge he had about it. Ancient one please for the love any and all of the fucks you used to give please help me! I'm but a humble worshipper that wants to learn more and share it with your children! If there is ANYTHING you can do to help me PLEASE PLEASE do it! Because from experience this fireball is NOT going to cut it and this things WAY quicker than me! WITCHES OF IZALITH PLEASE HELP ME FOR THE LOVE ALL THAT IS FLAMMABLE!

Perhaps it was the head witch of old. Perhaps a remenant of ancient power heard his plea. Perhaps it was just stray potential from deep within. Whatever the answer something about his fireball changed. It's power began to skyrocket. It channelled more and more of Laurentius's power, without his consent, and became far larger and far more dense with magical energy. This in turn made the humanoid freeze in it's place. It's gut instinct makinng it realize that something wasn't right with this fireball. This was only further shown when it backed up and bumped into it's compatriots who also immediately stopped upon seeing the truly large collection of flames. Lauretius in the meantime was growing more weary by the moment having dropped his axe by his side and taken a knee from the exertion of this orb. And when he had a moment to chance a glance he had to admit he'd never seen anything like it.

The external was yellow and slowly bleeding into orange as normal flames do. However the deeper you looked the darker it went from orange, to burnt orange, to red, to crimson, to damn near deep blood red like anger incarnate was made into flames. And the scariest part wasn't even the flame. It was the fact it had a "core" of something a weighty something and it was growing alongside the flame as well. Not that anyone could tell what exactly "it" was but it was large enough to see and it was darker than the anger incarnate red of the flames around it. Mesmerized by this as he was Laurentius was rapidly getting getting more and more exhausted by this strange fireball. The more it grew the weaker he got. And with the showing it was making from how dense and bright it was, he needed to let it go lest he attract the entirity of the corrupted masses here.

Thus with as much physical strength as he could muster he stood up, slowly and glared down the beasts before him. "Never forget beasts. I AM a pyromancer. I control these flames. AND I AM NOT TO BE TRIFLED WITH. LEAVE THIS PLACE!!" With a quick reeling of his arm he finally chunked the ever growing orb of fiery death at the group. The orb flew far faster than one would expect and before all present the orb while mid flight suddenly shifted. The core rapidly expanded consuming the flames from the inside out in the process and by the time it had managed to get to the stunned group of monsters only the core and the outermost flames remained. The monsters however did not burn, much, and instead were knocked down on thier ass and back a several feet by not a ball of flaming death. But a humanoid body that had been mildly lit up with flames and had slammed into them all. Lauretius could only stare in utter shock as his jaw left his face. Ancient One what in all your infinite wisdom is this?!

Shifting gears a bit in another world, far seperated from this one was man by the name Seiji. Freshly minted as a shinigami and having only just joined into his slice of the incrediebly large Seireitei. Let alone its seemingly infinite forces. It had only been just a couple weeks since he'd joined and he was already getting into a schedule, well the Kido Corps schedule. Which meant that right now, at 2am he was dead ass asleep. No work to be done until a few hours later. No one disturbing him, yet, given even the newest recruits were made to have at least a few hours of sleep to ensure their kido didn't lash out against them. Especially the newer variants the Corp were always making / testing. Against all odds this was going to be when Seiji's life hit the fan. As he slept the flames Laurentius had started conjuring were slowly, quietly manifesting around Seiji. It started as a few flames that were in a small circle around him. But this circle grew ever closer until it finally made its way to his skin.

Unlike normal flames however it didn't bite or burn him. It warmed him up sure, probably made him sweat some from how warm they were but ultimately he was unharmed. However when they came into contact with him they immediately began to spread over his entire form. Like a fresh piece of dried wood Seiji was nearly immediately consumed and from there the flames steadily increased in light and energy. Should Seiji have woken up in the middle of this consumption he wouldn't even be able to see anything that wasn't the flames. Instead he'd simply see a space filled with flames of all colors and sizes. Some close, some distant. And yet there was a few that were coalescing into a singular form. In fact it was slowly but surely creating an envirorment. An envirorment eerily similar to Laurentius's current surroundings. Seiji, if awake, could simply watch as things made of flames continued to become more realistic by the second of if asleep be unconcerned. It didn't really matter what. Because eventually a massive hand of flames would grab him and begin to consume his form again. Like prior however it would be immensely gentle and without any harm inflicted upon him.

This lasted only a few moments at best as per the events leading to Seiji's appearance, the summoning orb was thrown at the group. And thus Seiji was thrown with it. Slowly but surely being phased into the world Laurentius and company was present in. Ultimately being completely brought to Blighttowns rafters and his first greeting being the bodies of 2 fire breathing dogs and 3 barely humanoid monsters with flesh that looked like it'd melted ages ago. They were all knocked down and back by the explosion of the flames and Seiji's body. Thankfully however the enemies were both knocked back and stunned by the summoning flame Laurentius had created on accident. Thus Seiji would have more than enough time to get up, look around, have a personal crisis, and whatever else he felt necessary to do before or while dealing with his sudden change in scenery.

[Ishikawa Seiji]

Kidō Corps Barracks; Two Weeks In

As it turned out, being an official Shinigami involved far more tedious tasks than they had ever informed him or his classmates. And the occasional bit of paperwork being dumped on him too. Needless to say, it sucked, but he knew he wasn't exactly permitted to complain. Simply to do his job. Of course, his own work compared to the rest of the Gotei 13 were a little different. The Kidō Corps weren't exactly known for their open door policy or involvement in whatever the rest of the Seireitei's military did. Which meant he spent quite a lot of time in their libraries and when he wasn't there, he was out in the courtyard going through drills with others like him. Though there were barely half a dozen new recruits like him, it seemed they were far more selective here about admittance than anywhere else. He suspected, if he had joined the 13th, they would've been happy to take him on. But the mere idea made his stomach turn, he just couldn't. More for his own sanity than anything else.

Regardless of the differences, he could at the very least he thankful that his instructors were no longer about to boss him around. No, the seated members of the Corps did that more than frequently enough. Still not all of it was bad, observing those of far more experience and getting a chance to look through tomes that simply weren't accessible to anyone outside of this place was a perk he was not going to pass up. No matter how many times he had to run through drills, or deliver messages halfway across the Seiretei while being timed on how prompt he could be to return. He wouldn't complain, even if his legs did feel much like lead after the first week. It had taken time, but he'd adjusted, training his Zanjustu skills alone and watching demonstrations when given on higher level Kidō. Despite all that, he had heard not a peep out of his asauchi and while assured that such things sometimes took him, he wondered how long that meant he'd be waiting for.

Today it was raining. Again. For the sixth day in a row.

Even as he wakes, he can hear the sound of steady raindrops hitting the roof tiles and all he can do in that moment is turn further into his pillow and groan. Wondering if there will perhaps be a day in the near future, when any umbrella he owns, or clothes for that matter, are not sodden and feel absolutely awful. The warmth of his futon is comforting, and while tiny in size as in the academy, he is granted his own room. Due to the smaller size of the Kidō Corps than most other Divisions, or so he's told, and right now he does not fact that fact for granted as he buries himself further into the warmth of his bed. The pitter-patter sound aggravates him just a little, by normal standards he loves the rain. But there was a distinct difference between watching it, and always returning back here at the end of a day with each item of clothing sticking to his lanky form like glue. Really uncomfortable glue at that. Then again, mornings had never been his forte and he ponders, briefly, if five more minutes wouldn't hurt before dozing back off.

He is not late to leave his quarters per say, only more delayed than in his norm. Footsteps just a touch quicker than the norm as he moves through the place, indoors and warm for now, but the moment he steps out with an umbrella? Well he cannot help the grimace that covers his expression for just a moment before it reforms to his usual smile, time to get today over with. Though with many of the buildings of the Kidō Corps close together, he doesn't get too damp on his first trip into the barracks proper. He only knows that his hair is likely already frizzy as he sets his still dripping umbrella off to one side to dry, strands falling into his eyes and sticking against his forehead even more than they might be tempted to on a brighter day as he heads inwards. Such is only a part of what he knows he will have to endure. Paperwork on a day like this doesn't bother him, in fact he takes his time with it, just to avoid having to step out into the mess that is the training grounds. While he feels the occasional surge of reiatsu as a Kidō is fired off, he pays it no mind.

It is not until after lunch, that he is forced to step outside with the other newer and older unseated members. After ten minutes, his hair is simply not worth mentioning, bangs sodden as he pulls them from his face at least twenty times in between listening. Normally that would be no trouble, but with the heaviness of the downpour, their team leader for the day, a newly minted sixth seat is having to shout just to be heard over it all. Smiling doesn't help, his stance remains ridged and weighted down by the water that seems to constantly collect within his shihakushō, his tabi squelching with each step he takes and even those that normally avoid him due to such an expression are sharing downtrodden and exasperated looks his way. After two hours, even their team leader seems to give up, calling the drill session early as the rain has not let out, and from what he can tell, the poor man's voice is worn out from all the shouting corrections and instructions.

By the time he, like many others, trudge their way out of the training grounds and into somewhere far more dryer. Most have simply been told to clean up before they come back in, less they cover the floors with mud and copious amounts of rainwater. Though despite the instruction, Seiji waits until past dinner to do so, knowing he has nothing else required of him. He is quick to leave, as many are. Half the uniform likely a completely lost cause, certainly so when he takes a look at such items once returning to his quarters. Dressed now in a simple and rather soft yukata, the relaxation in the communal bathhouse had done him good. Though he did have to throw out part of said uniform, too torn and drenched to be worth saving. What a shame. While he had gotten to train briefly, it had all in all, been a rather wasted day. Save for borrowing a new book from one of the newly low seated officers in regards to higher level bakudō and their variations applications. It would come in handy in the field, without a doubt.

Setting his asauchi back on the stand he'd kept in the corner of his room, it didn't take him long to settled down and drift off after only a few pages. Set to one side quickly enough before he was out like a light. His peaceful slumber lasted for quite some time, the occasional sound in Rukongai had never bothered him and so the hustle and bustle outside his quarters did not stir the young Shinigami. Nor as it happened, did the slowly all consuming sphere of flame that seemed to form from nothingness and surround him. Warmth was appreciated greatly given the cooler months were now setting in, leaving that evening freezing as icy raindrops smacked against roof tiles, and so he barely so much as moved an inch as that power grew all the larger. Unaware of what was to come. Unaware of the hellish trials he would face in order to simply return home. No, he was content to dream and drift in his subconscious.

Until a soothing gentle flame plucked him from his sleep, and decided to launch him head first into the unknown.

He stirred quietly and woke mere moments before he was thrown, not even having the time to react or shout before he landed face first into the dirt. Stuff that felt and smelt god fucking awful and left him groaning in both pain and frustration. What in the ever loving fuck was it now. Had someone's Kidō backfired? It was only as he looked up and saw creatures beyond any hollow he'd ever heard of in appearance, laying crumpled not that far from him. That realization dawned on him, a fresh and dry shihakushō now present on his body, asauchi at his hip by some sort of miracle? One way trip to hell? He wasn't sure. Either way, despite his usual frustrations at being woken by anyone after falling asleep, he knew dangerous animals or whatever they were- when he saw them. Things that would likely attack him all too soon. As much as his curiosity told him to look around, figure out where he was, his instincts told him to deal with what was in front of him first. He could see the sights later.

So focused on dealing with the chaos at his feet, he failed entirely to notice another figure that didn't resemble death aflame standing not too far behind him. Nor even as he swiftly drew his asauchi, plunging the blade into the skull of one of the hounds, hopefully before it could recover. A quick twist of his stance to spin himself around to face the other, to repeat the process once more. Dogs had never been his favorite animal, despite how loyal they could be, and so he had no desire to see what these things could potentially do to him. Given their appearance, and the freakish nature of whatever the fuck these tree things were he suspected he'd find out about what at least some of these things did. He supposed it was lucky then, that this wasn't Rukongai, or at least it didn't feel like it was to him. A stray always knows his home after all. The odd creatures were a pretty big giveaway too.

"Ya know, I really ain' in the mood ta be dealin' with whatever the fuck yer deal is. Or dyin' either. So you'll hafta 'cuse me if I feel like lettin' off a lil' frustration after bein' dragged here an woken up by ya lot." Useless words perhaps, to things that probably couldn't speak. But damn if he didn't miss his futon right now. He had been fast asleep! Besides, it wasn't like anyone else could hear him anyway. Yet even as he spoke, or well complained really, his asauchi worked for him as swiftly as he could. Cutting down as many as he could, one more impaled straight through what he hoped was a brain of sorts, a second cut in two given it was slumped upon the ground. Though before he could deal with the last, he saw it begin to move and as it did - so did he. A hand quickly reaching out, reiatsu already surging around him and the lightest of touches needed - ew - to bind the creature. For now. Only when he was sure the Kidō had taken effect, did he jump back to create a little bit of distance.

If he was lucky, he could kill this thing before it decided to break a few of his bones.

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{Combat}
Current Reiatsu: 605 / 630

• Used 1x Bakudo #1: Sai (Restrain) against the last remaining tree creature.

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{Techniques Used}

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{Bakudo #1: Sai (Restrain)}Technique Name: Bakudo #1: Sai (Restrain)

Class: 7

Technique Type: Kido

Technique Element: None

Technique Reiatsu Cost: 25

Technique Description and Effects:

Causes the target's arms to lock in place behind their back.

Incantation and Effects:

Incantation increases the strength behind the technique by 10%. (I.E. A reiatsu strength of 100 would instead be valued at 110 for this technique.) "Man, shaped by Divine hands, revert to the form before limbs, clutch at your own throat and be afraid!"

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{Seiji Stats}
Strength: 25
Speed: 100
Reiatsu Strength: 50 (+25%) = 63
Spiritual Pressure: 50 (+25%) = 63
Instincts: 40 (-25%) = 30
Senses: 50 (-25%) = 37
Energy Sensory: 0
Healing Expertise: 0

Light Aura: 40
Dark Aura: 60

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{Seiji's Skills}
Mental
Analyzing: 1
Strength of Will: 1

Battle
Weapons: Katana & Wakizashi: 1
Battle Analysis: 1
Pain Tolerance: 1
Kidō Mastery: 1

Body
Mental Incantation: 1
Stealth: 1

[Ludwig Verrlicht]

Laurentius was stunned, not unlike the unfortunate group of monsters that had just been slammed into with a body. He'd say it was a body of flames but frankly, whatever flames had been leftover from the actual person coming into existence was paltry at best. Thus Laurentius just watched in silence and sheer horror at as he considered what happened. That is a person. A VERY pissed off person. And they have a FAR superior weapon on them then I do. . . Ancient one you have a sense of humor don't you. . Still this human before him was not to be scoffed at. Within moments of having been forcibly brought in he'd already stabbed one in the skull and promptly done the same to one of the masters of the hounds. Though intimidated Laurentius was actually pretty impressed.



Even still despite Seiji's assualt one humanoid managed to get up quick enough to jump backwards, busted ass knife in hand. It roared at Seiji and in turn it's allies to attempt to ensure that the hound and it's other companion would get up to speed more quickly. This sort of worked given the hound was aptly reminded it had people to kill and what was before it did qualify as a person. Thus while Seiji was busy dealing with the humanoid he'd attempted to restrain via kido the dog was in the process of breathing in deeply. The only issue with this would be guaranteed assault was that Laurentius actually managed to see it. Shit! He doesn't realize the other dog is awake and about to attack! Fuck uhhh I could throw a fireball out! Wait it's a fire hound, that won't work. Uhhh uhhhh. . . WAIT A SECOND!



Without Seiji even having an opportunity to glance at the dog before now it would be dead on arrival. How? Simple. Laurentius, unlike other members of the great swamp ACTUALLY had good aim with his hand axe. Thus where fireballs would fail him his axe would not. And so in what would undoubtably be a "close shave" for Seiji the hand axe would immediately find itself caved into the dogs head with the throat of the dog glowing before eventually exploding out beneath it, the body covering the minor explosion. The blood however, not so much. Seiji would get a bit on his left leg. Laurentius in the meantime would breath a sigh of relief. Now axeless but having saved his hopefully new ally he needed to focus on getting back into combat. The issue being that he was still drained from accidentally summoning Seiji in the first place. Add insult to injury his pyromancer hand had gone out. Flames immediately subdued from the summon. He could barely conjure out sparks.


If Seiji looked back he'd see a man in his early thirties, with thick black-brown hair and a surprisingly tanned complextion. This however was mostly hidden in rags with various pockets, rock necklaces, and flora. It looked about as rough in texture as it was, like a burlap sack. And aptly colored to be such barring the sparse use of red. Not to mention it was worn as though it had long been in use. The man beneath the hood was smiling but shakily and a bit on the unkempt side. Some facial hair that was roughly trimmed, a few locks that had gone past the hood on either side, and he looked dirty. Like traveling around dirty not I just fell into mud dirty, though his clothes did have some stains, some of which were blood. But unlike the monstrous things near Seiji this one was at least human.



Regardless of when Seiji glanced at Laurentius he'd immediately have to glance back at the flesh monster because while it's hands were now forced behind it's back it's legs were not. And thus it kicked him backwards, got up with some effort, and then jumped back towards it's companion. From there it roared at the two humans that had killed their allies. From there it glanced at the other flesh monster and both eventually nodded at one another. From there they would begin to charge at the two. Seiji and Laurentius had some time however as the two were 30 feet away but that didn't mean they could do dilly dally. A quick chat, or a few questions at most considering the two had to get ready to finish this fight was about all the time they had left. And in Laurentius's case he was going to have to pick himself back up again. Exhaustion was evident with him. His form was slouched even when he'd been standing and his skin was a good bit paler than he should have looked. Not to mention labored breathing. Still it didn't stop him from questioning Seiji. "H-hey, you ok? Hah. That thing, . . did manage to get a solid kick on you. . afterall."

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{QP (Aka Souls) / Ryo Earned }
2 Flame dogs and 1 Ghoul - 3 Class 7 enemies

-> 15 QP and 100 Ryo per enemy

Rewards are tripled due to DE

-> 45 QP and 300 Ryo per enemy

-> 135 QP and 900 Ryo earned

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{Laurentius reference}

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{Laurentius Stats / Skills}
Type: Soldier (+RS)(-SPPR)
Race: Fullbringer

Stats:

Strength: 40
Speed: 50
RS: 80 (120)
Sppr: 50 (35)
Instinct: 30
Senses: 30
ES: 0
HE: 0

Skills:

Pyromancy: 1
Poison Resist: 1
Pain Resist: 1
Bleeding Resist: 1
Weapon Skill - Axe: 1
Damage Recovery: 1
Heat Tolerance: 1
Memory: 1
Strength of Will: 1
Learning: 1
Battle Focus: 1

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{Enemies stats / skills}
Flesh Monsters:

Strength: 70 (105)
Speed: 50 (63)
RS: 20 (10)
SPPR: 20 (10)
Instinct: 70
Senses: 70
ES: 0
HE: 0

Skills:

Weapon - Knives: 1
Poison Resist: 3
Bleeding Tolerance: 2
Battle Focus: 2
Strength of Will: 2
Lack of Fear: 2

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{Flesh monster reference}

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{Current Enemy number / status}
1 Ghoul with arms restrained but healthy

1 Ghoul with no debuff and knife

Both 30 feet away

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{Current fighting area}
30ft diameter stone rafter that's 60 ft long

[Ishikawa Seiji]

For some of them at least, it seemed to work. No more than a faint whimper and a resounding crack as a skull or three were split in two. He supposed if others were here, they may have a far worse reaction, but he'd killed more than his fair share even before joining the Gotei 13. No matter what it looked like, a horrible abomination in his view, they died all the same. Be it through a blade or Kido, they'd all go down eventually one way or another, he needed them to. Because maybe then he'd have a spare few moments to think and actually figure out where he was. And perhaps more importantly, how he was going to get back, did time work differently here? Would his superiors notice his disappearance in the middle of the night? If not and he couldn't do so quickly, how much would be lost? Would they presume him dead? Oh fuck, wasn't worth thinking about. Shaking his head as he withdrew his blade from one hound, the fact that it seemed, he hadn't been fast enough left one of those monstrosities jumping away. Smart and rather annoying.

With one now bound, or at least that was closest, he moved forward - a few strikes should be enough right? - only to stop dead as an axe sung past his face, mere inches away from slicing off a body part in fact. What in the world? His head snapped to the left, to see a hound he'd thought he'd impaled, only to be hit right in the throat and now actually dead. While he chanced a brief look back to see another human? he supposed, and one that seemed to want to help and not cut his head in two, he wasn't going to complain about it for the time being. Survival came first, only afterwards could he then loathe whomever or whatever had brought him here. The blood now covering part of his uniform going entirely ignored, it didn't matter right now. He'd have to remember to double check the damn corpses if shit like that kept happening, or maybe he'd just been a little off-center with his strike. Could happen, considering he was fighting on instinct and adrenaline, half away still but that sleepiness was rapidly clearing. Most had left him the moment his face had met the dirt.

The rest of that awareness was quickly being regained, yet not nearly quick enough. As while he smiled at the man behind him - not in a nice manner mind you, more intimidating than anything else - his reactions were not nearly fast enough to stop what was coming. That being the flesh creature kicking out, and that hit landing squarely in his gut. One moment he was standing, the next he was sent flying through the air and landing hard right onto his side. Somehow he maintained enough awareness of himself to keep ahold of his asauchi in one hand, though that helped little as he skidded along the dirt before slowing to a stop near that same individual from before. The question made him want to laugh really, instead he snorted, but even that made him wince in pain. Oh god that hurt, he could even taste the metal tang of blood at the back of his throat. How nice, something to remember how he'd gotten his shit kicked in. Luckily, he couldn't feel anything broken, and as he slowly moved, grip tight on the hilt as he shifted to sit, he realized he wouldn't really have the time to check.

Given what was not so far away from him.

"Jus' peachy thanks. Now, less talkin' more killin' 'em. Ya can ask all ya want after we ain' 'bout ta die 'kay?" He spoke slowly, his tone perhaps far far too chipper considering what had just happened to him. And what was about to happen again if he didn't damn well move. A glance told him the other wasn't in the greatest state, which meant more work for him. With an inward grumble he got to his feet, though even that was slow and he had to quickly blink in order to refocus his vision and not just slump back to the ground in a heap of tiredness and pain. Despite the thought of simply charging at them, he waited, moving only a few steps forward to observe. To see what they did and how they moved, no guesses as to what the heck they were, but the Shinigami wasn't even sure he wanted to know the answer to that. Probably for the best and with it seemed nothing else nearby to aid him, he'd knew he'd be relying on raw speed and strategy to kill them before they snapped him in two.

Only when they were fifteen feet away, did he kick off from the ground and dart forward at a full sprint, asauchi held in both hands for a change, less likely to fall out of his grip that way. He was sure he'd feel that in a little bit, but he needed these two things dead and preferably as soon as possible. At five feet away, he waited as best he could, let the one with that damn knife go to strike him before he pushed off the ground and with a swish he was gone. Shunpo, plain and simple - and hopefully effective. Aiming to land atop the one with said weapon, asauchi steel stabbed straight through it's head as hard as he could using both arms alongside such enhanced speed for momentum. He was counting on the element of surprise, and the fact that these two things didn't know what such fast movement could do. If he could manage it, as one fell, he'd aim straight for the other, jumping from a falling corpse to a fresh one. Blade this time aimed to rip across and open the other flesh monster's neck, with it's arms restrained and if such a spell held, he wouldn't be grabbed and crushed. Hopefully.

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{Combat}
Current Reiatsu: 555 / 630

• Used Shunpo once to move at a speed of 1,000, to land atop flesh monster #1 and stab right though his skull.
• If close enough jumping from #1 to #2 to aim for a second kill, if not, simply falling with the corpse.

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{Techniques Used}

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{Shunpo (瞬歩; Flash Steps)}
Technique Name: Shunpo (瞬歩; Flash Steps)

Class: 7

Technique Type: Kidō

Technique Element: None

Technique Reiatsu Cost: 50 / Per Step

Technique Description and Effects

A movement technique that allows the user to move faster than the eye can follow. The focal point that determines the basis of this technique is speed. As speed is the main point of the technique, the method is best characterized by how fast one can get from Point A to Point B in the least amount of steps. Training and skill are what determines how fast a user of Shunpo can move. Those of little skill in the technique or those who haven't used it for an extended amount of time would obviously be out of practice, causing those individuals to be considerably slower. This requires the use of more steps to move the same distance and become tired more easily in a shorter amount of time. A single step magnifies speed for that step by ten times. Shunpo uses fifty Reiatsu per step. This one is automatically learned in the academy. All Shinigami know this when created. This technique does not take up a technique slot.

How to use technique

Focus of Reishi around the feet area and launch off into a single blurring step. It is not unlike teleportation in appearance, but it is simply extremely fast movement. It is often used to gain an edge in a single moment of combat or to dodge incoming attacks.

[Ludwig Verrlicht]

Things were a hell of a lot better with Seiji around. Hell despite being kicked in he looked like he still had a lot more fight in him. Laurentius was surprised but glad. He was worn out right now so he probably didn't inspire much confidence but what he lacked in physical presence he could figure out with a couple of the items he had on hand. Still given the two were just chasinng them down now he didn't have much time. Especially not once Seiji decided to go meet them half way. He needed to think quick and move at least somewhat faster than molasses.



Ok ok ok, think Laurentius what can we do? Our axe is buried in a dogs head. Our flame cannot produce anything currently. Obviously my estus isn't going to harm them. . . quite the opposite in fact. So what else is there? Hmm. . . Wait! I have some of those bombs the merchant gave me. They likely won't kill on thier own but it'll make an opening won't it? That's probably more than enough for or friend here to kill them. Or better yet it'll fling the other off the edge. Worth a shot I suppose. While Laurentius had been thinking Seiji's initial assault had done surprisingly well. Not only had these ghouls not seen anything quite like Seiji damn near teleporting to them. But the fact that his sword was more than a shoddy makeshift weapon ensured that these things were only just a nuisance once a hit was landed.



That did not mean however that they weren't at least, somewhat clever. And that was shown by how the weaker of the two had decided to not after Seiji but instead go after Laurentius. He was an easy picking afterall. He looked about as frail as one could be and since he wasn't throwing anymore fireballs it had no real concern with him. Sadly for it Laurentius was still 10 feet away so it would take time. Time that allowed Laurentius to reach inside his rags pockets until he found a small baseball sized orb. A quick spark from his flame hand and Laurentius soft pitched it to the monster. That's when things got. . . wierd. See cunning is a trait these things have. Smarts is not.



Thus in it's mind since it could not catch the offending orb and had no idea what the orb could even be the answer was simple. Catch it with it's teeth. So it did. And damn if it didn't look proud as it smiled wide while it ran at Laurentius. It never made it to him because that spark had gotten from the very short fuse to the explosive material within and detonated. The ghoul did not have a head any longer and it's blood splatter hit both Laurentius and Seiji. Though Laurentius was hit on his frontside and Seiji on his backside. With two more corpses made and nothing else in the immediate area Laurentius let himself fall flat on the ground. Ass on stone, hands behind him, and his head streching backwards as he sighed and took a deep breathes. He sincerely hoped now was the time he could just take a break. Because that fireball had just about killed him if it were anything but a fiery orb of death or a summoning spell. He didn't even want to think about what would have happened if he'd missed. Especially considering Seiji was inside it. He paled a little at that thought.



After a few moments of just letting him get some energy back Laurentius pushed himself up and got to work pushing the dead bodies off the edge of the stone bridge. They would only attract more flesh eaters if they remained. Something Laurentius was not terribly fond of when he'd only JUST survived as well as brought in another individual. Maybe if I'm lucky he won't put it together and I don't have to deal with the awkward conversation of "How and why did you bring me here?" Because if we have to have that conversation he's not going to like the answer. "Oh sorry I just accidentally called you from gods know where and brought you here. By the way, I can't send you back since I have no idea how I brought you here in the first place. He frowned some as he knew that wouldn't go over well. If Laurentius was given enough time he'd be able to push off all the bodies and retrieve his hand axe from the dead dog. It looked a smidge worse for wear but hey, at least it was still together. That much has to be good for something right? Clean off the blood and viscera and it'd be fine.



Bodies off the edge, weapon retrieved, and no immediate threat to life or limb Laurentius would look back at Seiji. "Uhh. . . I've got something that will help you out. For being kicked in the chest I mean. Hopefully you've not got a broken rib or anything serious. . umm. . I've been there and it's not a fun time. . . . I'll be at the fire pit so yea if you want the estus for that kick just uhh let me know." Internally Laurentius was sweating as he spoke and even moreso as he walked to the now smouldering fire pit. A quick flick of his wrist and the fire blazed up again. The small but powerful warmth it gave off made him more comfortable if only because it was "normal" for him. Not these wierd as fuck monsters or this random individual from somewhere VERY distant by the looks of him. The last time Laurentius had even seen a weapon somewhat similar was from someone who'd gone NEAR the east. And it was something of a smaller curved weapon. That katana was. . . a whole other ball game. And something he very much did NOT want to be on the opposite end of.

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{QP / Ryo earned}
2 Class 7 enemies

-> 15 QP and 100 Ryo

DE gives 3x rewards

-> 45 QP and 300 Ryo

-> 90 QP and 600 Ryo earned

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{Items on Laurentius}
1 Hand Axe
2 firebombs
5 throwing daggers
2 purple moss clumps
2 Estus flasks

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{Checkpoint Note}
So per the rules Seiji can, as long as he goes to the fire pits (bonfires), spend the QP he's earned now. Whether he wants TTP or CTP. Ryo however is unspendable while this thread is on going.

[Ishikawa Seiji]

It seemed these things were smarter than hollows.

Well, shit.

Thankfully they seemed vastly unaware of the abilities of even a sub-par Shinigami, and that element of surprise was all he really needed to drive his asauchi right into it's skull. The sound was sickening and if he'd not heard similar from Rukongai citizens having the crap kicked out of them from the local thugs, he might've wanted to look away. But he didn't, he couldn't afford to really, given there was more than one of them. A swift tug with his left hand removed the blade and as the creature began to fall he held on. Waiting until he was close enough to the ground before leaping off, free hand out to steady him as he rolled along the dirt in order to stop in a half kneeling position. The problem now, was the last one charging at that man, not stupid enough to both target the same threat and work together. It was an annoyance certainly, but it just meant he'd have to be a little more careful against any of these things if they were in groups again.

It was just as he was standing, moving over slowly to check that such a thing was actually good and dead, when an explosion startled him. Head whipping around just in time to feel blood splatter all across his back, now that really was disgusting. The sight of where the other creatures head once was, well it was rather impressive. Alive to dead in less than a few seconds, who knew this man carried readied grenades with him at all times. Could come in handy. The sound of a loud thud reached his ears and as it did, only then did he release the Kidō he'd placed on the being, such mental space once used for concentration on such power, he could now focus on what was around him. That being very little in all reality, a flick of his blade into the open air to remove the coating of blood before he sheathed it and took in the environment proper. If nothing else, that encounter had most certainly left him wide awake.

While the other male seemed to collapse the moment they were safe, he paid that no mind, the exhaustion was obvious and he'd likely move when able. So the young Shinigami did not bother to check, or rather simply didn't care enough to do so. Though he did take the time to peek over the edge of the bridge, curious, and was immediately hit with a rather large wave of vertigo. Enough to leave him stepping back and shaking his head, okay, so he was definitely not in Rukongai. He was pretty sure the outer wild-lands past the 80th district looked nothing like this. Just an endless expanse of dirt and rubble from what he'd heard, though he'd never ventured out that far. But even then, he very much doubted anyone out there looked even mildly as prepared or clothed as Laurentius was. Regardless of if said clothing looked as though it had seen better days, much like the man wearing them he'd guess.

As he stepped away, with the adrenaline now starting to wear off, that was when he felt it. Even still nothing felt outright broken, but there was certainly some bruising there to be sure. Pressing his hand to the wound only resulted in a quiet hiss drawn from between his lips, walking didn't hurt as he soon found, but he was pretty sure running again or even sitting down may not do him much good. Dammit. Though as he slowly wandered about the space, stopping briefly to watch and wonder why the other was pushing said bodies off a cliff, he did not comment on it. A warning? To stop other creatures from looking for food? It could be anything really and he wasn't much keen on finding out. No, there were other far more pressing matters and questions that lingered inside his head.

"I'll pass. Kinda a rule I have not ta take weird soundin' shit from strangers, ya know?" It made sense, at least to him. Even if it was claimed that this thing, item, whatever could help him and reduce his pain at present, the risk just wasn't worth it. He could make do until he found something better, he'd suffered worse beatings before than this, he'd manage. Of course, that didn't mean he couldn't keep talking in the meantime. Or try to find a way out of here either, though he wasn't too keen in going forward and likely finding more of those creatures. Then again he certainly wasn't about to jump head first off that damn bridge either and let fate decide if he could land without a problem or break every bone in his body upon landing in a crumbled heap. So for the time being, it was likely safer to look around here, after he had gotten a few answers from a certain someone. That had to come first.

Meandering across the space, he eventually and slowly, took a seat across from the other, even if that was just on the ground. He didn't much care. The flames before him weren't soothing as such, but it did remind him enough of the fires he and Shin made as boys to ensure he relaxed, just slightly. Not that it would last for long, smiling expression fixed in place as a barely visible gaze stared forward. "So ya wanna tell me 'bout why ya thought draggin' me outta bed and into this place ta what... fight fer ya, was a smart idea? Or did ya wanna be skewered now? An' don' go givin' me no bullshit 'bout it being some divine fucker bringin' me here, cause if they had, they'd be here. An' yer the only thing here not tryin' ta kill me. So, explain." It wasn't exactly a threat and his tone held no anger nor was his pitch any different from his regular speaking patterns. He simply wanted answers, that was all. And if not, well he'd just have to move on by himself in that case. Figure things out for himself, like always.

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{Combat}
Current Reiatsu: 555 / 630

• All Kidō now faded.

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{Techniques Used}
None.

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{Checkpoint}

• Converting 25 QP into TTP.
• Spending 10 TTP to master Shunpo.
• Spending 15 TTP to learn/master the cinematic technique Insta-Bath.
• All remaining QP to be banked.

[Ludwig Verrlicht]

Laurentius was almost relaxing until Seiji decided to ask the question he'd been dreading. Hell he'd even pulled out the Estus and started to drink some. However at the question he'd visibly tensed and almost spat out the orange drink. However he forced himself to swallow, preferably not down his throat though choking to death did seem preferable at the moment. Once he'd managed to not choke himself on his drink and he could readily breathe again he looked back up at Seiji. The guilt he had on his face was already damning enough to let Seiji know that yes Laurentius had summoned him though likely not on purpose.

"You said you didn't want to hear how a "divine fucker" brought you here. However. . . that's sort of the only explanation I have. Those things were chasing me, had been for awhile. And when they had finally cornered me I just started channeling as much fire as I could into my hand. Aside from that I begged the Ancient One to aid me. I didn't exactly expect her to respond. But truly that's the only thing I can think of because I had no idea a flame could even begin to be a means of transportation for an individual. Let alone drag someone. . . from another world. Or at least a very distant part of the world. I'm sorry, genuinely, I was content with just throwing a large fireball and I thought that's what I had created. I had no idea I was summoning you until you'd already been brought here."

At this point Laurentius got quiet and downed the last of his flasks estus. If Seiji actually looked him over he'd realize that Laurentius looked infinitely better than prior. In fact his skin was back to a healthy tan complextion. Any bruises or scratches he might have spotted prior were gone. Think what he will about the drink and Laurentius but it did in fact fix the body. If that didn't catch his attention what Laurentius did next would. He'd immediately take the empty flask in his right hand and place it in the heart of the flames. Then he'd start reciting a small chant before producing a small flame in his hand. Once the flame was made he simply flicked it into the firepit and it grew much brighter before dying down to the size it was prior again but this time the flask was slowly filling with the same orange liquid that Laurentius was drinking prior. It'd be at this point that Laurentius would realize what he did and quickly offer up an explanation.

"S-sorry, that must've looked wierd. The flasks take the a portion of the flames regenerative power and create a portable liquid equivalent. This is actually what I offered you earlier since in high enough quanities. . . I mean I've only heard this but apparently it regrew missing organs even. I don't know if I believe it but it's healed up every wound I've suffered thus far. Still I'm not trying to convince or force you to try it. Just. . I don't want you to think I'm doing something wierd. It's already worrisome enough when your not in your homeland. Anything else stacked on top would only aggravate that. Speaking of wierd things if you have any other questions I'll do my best to explain them to you. I may not know Lordran intimately but I do have at least some general knowledge. Oh! And my name is Laurentius. No last name or other name. The Great Swamp's people don't generally do more than a singular. Who might you be?"

It was obvious that Laurentius was tense again. Guilt on his shoulders and then he clearly wasn't used to being in social situations. Whether that was due to being a loner or just not having enough people around it was hard to tell. But regardless of the reason he wasn't going to be at any sort of ease around Seiji. Especially not with being the sole reason he'd brought the other here. Still he'd meet Seiji's gaze even if it was only a shaky return.

[Ishikawa Seiji]

He had, rather effortlessly it seemed, ruined whatever good mood there was.

Well it wasn't as if he had come here in the best of moods, leveling the playing field a little seemed only fair. Even if he had no idea how on earth he was getting back, or exactly why he had been dragged here to begin with. For as soon as the other began speaking, he fell quiet. People called him many terrible and horrible things, and he never really minded that, but he'd never been the type to interrupt unless he felt it was important. Or if the person before him was a noble with a stick shoved up their ass so far they couldn't see the ground. But Laurentius was neither of those and so he merely stayed silent, smile and all. He supposed the fact that the man seemed a little afraid of him did compel the young Shinigami to not make a sound at least enough to let him to explain. Though what he got was a jumbled mess really. Or it seemed like it, a deity here clearly and one that wasn't supposed to be invoked. He was sure the Soul King might get a laugh out of this, no one could just accidentally use his power after all.

"So whatever deity ya got here just decided to answer ya outta the blue and drag me here? Real nice o' 'em if ya ask me, coulda used some warnin' but ya don't get everythin'. Doubt ma superiors are gonna be very happy though. But good ta know fire seems ta want ta teleport people here. Ya ain't wrong though, ain't never seen a place like this before. Closest would be Rukongai, and even we ain' as awful as this out there. Least not where I was." He explained with a small shrug, it seemed even more run down and ruined than where he had grown up. Along with a distinct lack of anything even remotely living. If anything, the 64th probably looked like a damn paradise compared to what little of he'd seen from this place. Yet as much as he wanted to avoid seeing more of it, he had a sneaking suspicion that he would have to go through some of it, to get the heck out. Because Laurentius didn't look like he could do much of anything right now, let alone teleport someone across dimensions.

Well until he finished that... drink, anyway.

After that, he looked right as rain, or as close as anyone could to that while wearing rags. But he'd seen worse on others, still the fact that he seemed more than ready after that to go and fling fire or an axe at someone again, was quite the testament to whatever was in that thing. Given Seiji had assumed the man would simply pass out for a while the moment the fighting was over. Yet instead he was witnessing this and while an interesting concept most certainly, it wasn't one he entirely trusted either. Keeping his guard up was part of the reason he'd managed to survive all these centuries and he wasn't about to just ignore his instincts. But, it was certainly tempting to help get rid of the pain currently shooting up his right side in small sparks of agony. Not enough that he was on the floor groaning, but running anywhere, not that the adrenaline was gone, was out of the question unless he wanted to suffer even more. Not his thing.

"Good thing I ain' missin' no organs for us ta start testin' now am I? As fer knowledge, anythin'll do really, Lordran ain' the Soul Society that's fer sure, so explain all ya want." As he spoke, he gestured with a hand for the other to toss him what had been offered before. A warning look offered to the man in question before he tipped his head back and let the liquid slip down his throat. Unsurprisingly it was rather warm and reminded him faintly of honey, but beyond that he felt no different until a few moments after he'd swallowed. Warmth through his body, like being soaked and submerged in a warmth path only to leave it feeling at least somewhat refreshed. He tested that same thing, twisting a little and finding no pain remained. Well wasn't that handy. "Long as that flask o' yers doesn't go killin' me in the next five minutes, guess I'll hafta trust it. An' the names Ishikawa Seiji, I'd say nice meetin' ya, but I'm sure ya can guess that I'd rather be 'bout anywhere else but here right now." It was fairly obviously, if his irritation upon arrival and subsequent stabbing of those creatures were of any indication.

Still, with testing the limits of this flask after he'd tossed it back to it's owner, he stood slowly and found no pain once more. Even pressing his hand to where the wound had once been, it was as if time had been reversed. Strange. Potent, and very strange. Had he the time and resources, he'd probably look into it. But as always, survival came first, and that started with getting the scent of blood off of him for starters. Even if it wasn't his own, he knew it could still attract unwanted attention, something he'd like to not deal with in the near future. Letting out a slow breath, he stepped just beyond the fire's reach, as to not spray such blood everywhere before his reiatsu surged around him. Spreading that same bile and blood from the creatures across the dirt and leaving him exactly as he had been upon arrival. "Ya feel like talkin' while we're walkin'? Cause I'd rather not be hangin' 'round here any longer than I gotta be." Honesty wouldn't hurt him, for once.

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{Cinematic Technique}
Technique Name: Insta-Bath

Class: 8/Cinematic

Technique Type: Reiatsu-based

Usable By: Any

Technique Element: None

Technique Description and Effects: The user sends out a small burst of reiatsu from their body that blasts away all dirt and grime, leaving them nice and squeaky clean. This reiatsu blast is too small and too weak to be used against combat against anything; it's only dangerous to dirt and the like.

How to use technique: User must focus and charge their reiatsu for only a few seconds before unleashing the tension which will trigger the tiny cleaning blast.

Technique Drawbacks: Because of the precise nature required to target each and every particle of dirt, Insta-Bath requires complete focus to use and cannot be used in the middle of fight or similarly stressful situations.

Made By: Gracie

Reserved? (Yes/No): No