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Post by Manabu Brock on Dec 29, 2010 22:39:51 GMT -5
"They experimented on your soul? Disgusting. You still looked perplexed. I would like to invite you to come here so we may speak in person. Perhaps you might like to join our organization. We are always glad to have like-minded people. In fact, you would be in charge of reaching out to your 'Bount' brethren. Our Bount brethren. I think we need all the help we can get if we're to destroy all threats to humanity. Would you be interested in coming to meet us?"
Kuroi left the room as well, though he headed in a different direction than Shiro. "Do it." he said however, as a certain someone blurred past a window that Kuroi moved past. He got up onto the roof of the building, looking around, waiting. He had a sense, a feeling, that someone would be arriving shortly to attack him. Or at least, speak with him further. One or the other. Maybe even both. At any rate, Kuroi was certain that they'd be around once again. He'd also given an order to a certain someone, an order that wouldn't be disobeyed. The Captain he'd seen earlier, Shiro, had been far beneath him. Kuroi didn't consider someone like that worth the minor effort. That was why he hadn't attacked him. Generally, Shinigami and Arrancar attacked each other whenever they came into contact. In this case, Kuroi hadn't seen fit to do so. But, someone else most certainly would, and at Kuroi's orders too.
A powerful blast of air rushed towards Shiro from out of nowhere, carrying several rocks in it as well. The rocks were large, and would knock the air out of Shiro very roughly if he was hit. Of course, they were a surprise attack too. He was outside now, within the streets. No one could see him as he was a Shinigami. And, no one could see the one attacking him, or the attacks of the one attacking him. Sitting on a large stone throne, with his feet on a stone stool, Nijuu Tentei of Kuroi's Fraccion was glaring at Shiro. He had some kind of angry gaze to him. He always looked like that though. He was strong, definitely strong. He was stronger than Chisoku Re-Sa, who had defeated the Octava and Septima Espada both. And, he was here now and today, to attack this Captain, and to destroy him. Kuroi's order had been clear. "Hey, scum." Nijuu said. "Makeit easy on yourself and just slit your own throat. Wasting you is gonna be a pain in the ass. Your blood is going to spurt everywhere, and cleaning up after you is going to be tedious."
Post by Manabu Brock on Dec 30, 2010 0:36:03 GMT -5
Kuroi did not have to wait long before a ball of fire came flying toward him. It wasn't moving to fast. He dodged it fairly easily. However, there was another fireball headed straight toward him after that. It was moving at incredible speed. Someone like Kuroi would be able to dodge it, but most people wouldn't.
Post by Shiro Takashi on Dec 30, 2010 1:32:36 GMT -5
The rocks came quickly, but Shiro sensed them just in time. He threw himself to the side and crouched. He turned to see that there was now a figure along side him in the street. Well, wasn't this going to be a pain. Shiro was almost considering just going back to the Soul Society for a while. But hell, a fight was a fight, even if it wasn't with who he wanted. Shiro had studied most of the Espada, and higher ranking Arrancar. He knew the basics about each one. This one, Nijuu was no different. Granted a bit stronger then even some Espada. But other then that he was another worthless life form. "Sadly, that's not really an option right now, so Either way, one of us will not go any farther then this."
Post by Jin Yamada on Dec 30, 2010 18:44:04 GMT -5
"They experimented on your soul? Disgusting. You still looked perplexed. I would like to invite you to come here so we may speak in person. Perhaps you might like to join our organization. We are always glad to have like-minded people. In fact, you would be in charge of reaching out to your 'Bount' brethren. Our Bount brethren. I think we need all the help we can get if we're to destroy all threats to humanity. Would you be interested in coming to meet us?" Jin stared blankly at the man after he finished speaking. Jin didn't even know anything about their organization, so how was he supposed to want to join it. It seemed like they only wanted him to join to reach out to the Bount race. He would be the Bount spokesperson in a sense. Jin blinked a few times before finally responding. "I'm sorry, but I don't know anything about your organization yet, so how can I just join it like that?" Jin asked. Then, he remembered the man asking him if he was interested in meeting them. Jin wasn't sure. He still didn't trust these people too much, but what did he have to lose. The man said that their goal was to destroy all threats to humanity, and so he felt a little safe that they wouldn't try and attack him or anything. "Alright then, I'll meet with you guys and consider your request to join." Jin said.
"I'm tearing it all down. No structure. No Gods. No Masters. Just pure Anarchy..."
Post by Manabu Brock on Dec 31, 2010 2:26:19 GMT -5
There was a bit of movement in the background that probably went unnoticed by Jin. "Wonderful. Someone will be there shortly to bring you to our office."
There was a knock and the door opened, revealing a man dressed in running clothes. He wasn't sloppily dressed either. His clothes were form fitting but not quite tight. They were black and white with a lightning motif. Nothing ostentatious, just a tad playful. He was at the door one moment and right in front of Jin shaking his hand the next.
"This is Sergei," Mr. Dagger explained.
"I'm 'Russian,' get it?" This man's accent was clearly not Russian. He was a Scot. He laughed heartily at what must have been a very long running joke going back to the time he first chose his codename. His abilities apparently centered around speed.
They went downstairs and back outside where a rickshaw waited. Streets and buildings whizzed by Jin at incredible speeds. Suddenly they all stopped, and Jin found himself in beautiful, downtown London! This street was alive with both hustle AND bustle in the traditional English style. Sergei indicated the building towering over them, and in they went. There was a larger directory there, and when read it would indicate that the Philanthropists' Association was on the 12th floor.
They finally arrived on the 12th floor. The sign on the wall opposite the elevator doors had a large heading that read "The Philanthropists' Association" complete with company logo and a listing of room numbers with functions like membership, finance, and other offices. Sergei led Jin to a pair of large, cherry wood doors which stood beside a small plaque labeled "Conference Room".
The doors opened to reveal a site familiar to Jin from several minutes ago. It was the very same room he had seen in the mirrors. There sat the small host of people who had been so captivated by him. At the end of the room was the long table from which Mr. Dagger, currently seated there, had risen to approach him. Presently, the entire room rose and faced the door. Some held drinks, some held cigars, a few had pipes. There were a great deal of smiles and a few looks of intrigue, but none were malicious. One man came forward wearing a grey suit and bowler hat. He had a mustache. He shook Jin's hand and brought him in towards the long table as he spoke.
"Hello! Do come in! We're so glad to have you here! Bostich is my name. William Henry Bostich. May I get you a drink? We have alcohols from absinthe to zima and anything else you like from 6 continents AND water from 7. Will you have something, Mr...?" said Bostich inquiring after a name and a drink order.
Kuroi, who had been waiting for something, whirled towards the fireball. He struck out with his left hand, smacking his fingertips straight into the fireball. He traced a circle across it with his fingertips, though this was unnecessary. It vanished, dispersing just like that. Then, he stabbed his fingertips forwards, and the blast reached back out, the fireball hurling itself back at where it had come from, back to the owner. In the meantime, Kuroi quickly began sensing with his Pesquisa, to sniff out the enemy. Located. On his seeming radar, he'd already found the opponent. This wouldn't be too difficult, actually. Kuroi didn't plan on making things last long. Following the fireball, he lashed out, straight towards the enemy, behind the fireball. He was careful however, maintaining a cautious body looseness, so that he could shift positions and move at any time. He even kept himself ready to touch down on the "air ground" if need be, and use Sonido if he had to. His hand was flying towards the enemy's face, aiming to smash through it and kill.
Meanwhile, Nijuu looked at Shiro in disgust. He stood up, kicking the throne out of the way. It shattered, flying away. That had to be scary, even to Shiro. The throne had been very fortified stone. Heavily durable. And Nijuu had destroyed it just like that. "That's so arrogant, scum." he said. "Just because you're a Captain, you're not willing to attack first? But, you don't seem to get that if I attack first, I'm going to fucking kill you." He was suddenly directly in front of Shiro. It was instant. He was fast. Much faster than Shiro. His speed was in such advantage, that a reaction was useless. Nijuu had already drawn his blade, and was swinging down with his weapon. It was an instant crash. There was no way to dodge it. A block, barely. A retaliation? Not even possible. Nijuu was in such a speed advantage, that all Shiro would be able to do was block one slash, and then he'd be forced to defend against the next attack. Nijuu was faster than anything that Shiro could launch at him.
Post by Manabu Brock on Jan 2, 2011 20:59:10 GMT -5
As the second fireball grew close, Kuroi became able to sense that it actually WAS his opponent. The hand he'd prepared to redirect the attack was reemployed to penetrate the attacker's skull. However, the flaming foe suddenly darted to the left as a searing line of fire swung in towards his face. This person was able to move at speeds comparable to Kuroi's own, but not under her own power. She used her torrential fires to propel herself like a rocket. Kuroi moved to the side with her and proceeded with his skull penetrating plan. As soon as Hothead was able to see that Kuroi wasn't hit and was actually moving to attack, she let out a frantic blast propelling her backwards.
There she floated covered neck to toe in fire with a cliche flame sword in her hand held ready in front of her. Kuroi would be able to recognize her not that he could see her head. That ridiculous, dyed mohawk stared at him from atop the underpowered control center of his opponent. He might remember her garish punk attire under those flames. If he'd known that her chosen codename was "Hothead", Kuroi might have gone to more extreme lengths to remove this obnoxiousness from the world. Lucky for her, he didn't.
Last Edit: Jan 2, 2011 21:05:20 GMT -5 by Manabu Brock
Post by Shiro Takashi on Jan 9, 2011 2:10:48 GMT -5
Shiro had little advantage in this fight, he was outmatched in speed for sure. Probably a few other things. Nijuu hardly scared him though. Shiro brought his blades up infront of his face when Nijuu stood, ready to block. Which he barely could do when Nijuu attacked. Shiro's blade clashed with Nijuu's and pushed him back. This wouldn't be good. Shiro decided that rather then wait around, he would need to take the offensive for himself. He would have to release soon if he was even going to be chanced with matching Nijuu, but for now he had to wait. He took the same stance as before and drew his blades up to defend and strike back.
Post by Jin Yamada on Jan 10, 2011 22:22:12 GMT -5
"Wonderful. Someone will be there shortly to bring you to our office." This was what Jin was told. The next thing he knew, there was a knock, and a man in running clothes came in. He was introduced as Sergei. Jin nodded towards the man, a smiled a little when the man said his joke. He didn't think it was very funny, but he wanted to be nice to these people until he found out more about their organization. He then went with Sergei, following him to another building. In this building, they headed to a pair of large, cherry wood doors that was labeled "Conference Room". Jin pushed open to the doors, and a familiar room sat before his eyes. It was the room that he had seen within the mirrors. What was going on? He saw the small gathering of people sitting in the room. Jin was caught up in trying to figure out where he had just been led to when a man in a gray suit and wearing a bowler hat came up to him. The man also had a mustache, and he shook Jin's hand.
"Yamada. Jin Yamada, and no thank you. regular water will do just fine. I've come to despise the taste of alcohol over the three centuries that I've been alive." Jin said. That wasn't the actual reason he didn't want to drink alcohol. He actually didn't really need to drink or eat anything since he was immortal. All that fueled him was reiatsu. He was being nice, and so he decided to just accept some water. Out of all the liquids, that was the only thing that he would accept above anything else if it was available.
"I'm tearing it all down. No structure. No Gods. No Masters. Just pure Anarchy..."
Post by Manabu Brock on Feb 26, 2011 22:43:07 GMT -5
For the first time that anyone could remember, William Henry Bostich was speechless. The sudden silence in the room was deafening. It slowly filled the room from the bottom up and began to drown everyone. This most assuredly would not make for a warm welcome. Then a voice shone forth and dispelled the silence.
"Please forgive our amazement. I believe you are the most fascinating person any of us has ever met. Won't you join us at the table while Mr. Bostich fetches your water, Mr. Yamada?"
This latest voice was warm and soothing like a vocal hug. Everyone suddenly relaxed and began talking again. There could be whispers heard about the various questions everyone had. Had he met any of the Kings George? Did he ever run across my great-great-whatever who worked as a milliner in Glasgow? Where did he live anyway? What was World War I like? Unfortunately for them, now was not the time for that sort of thing. For now everyone would turn to a slow moving tide of greetings and hearty handshakes. Jin finally made it to the table where a place was empty and a glass full of water.
"We've learned many new things this evening. Perhaps, more than anything else, we've learned that we have much left to learn. Your experience suggests that this Soul Society is something we need to destroy, but Mr. Naito, whom we encountered this evening, has suggested that they work in our favor. Furthermore, he has outlined the current system as generally beneficial to our race. Frankly, I am at a loss as to how, if at all, the Association should alter its policies or procedures. I understated your value when I suggested that you would head up Bount outreach. I believe you are the only person in this room qualified to make a proper judgement. Will you help us?"
Standing in place, observing the enemy, Kuroi decided that it just wasn't worth his time. A large red Cero quickly charged on his left palm, and he fired it out towards Hothead. The Cero was enormous, and red. Dodging would be impossible for the enemy, who was matched with an enormous red blast of energy, a flood that threatened to annihilate her. The Cero itself was a force to be reckoned with, much more so if it came from Kuroi, the strongest Espada. His Cero was moving into the air, going towards her. Kuroi didn't intend to let this enemy live. Not at all. But, he didn't intend to let the philanthropist's association live either, if they planned to destroy the Soul Society. Only Sonken Kouhai had the right. And logically, Kuroi saw the uses in the existence of the Soul Society. If they were obliterated, then things would be bad. On the other hand, this little company was in no way a match for Soul Society. The Gotei Thirteen was strong. Kuroi knew this.
Meanwhile, Nijuu's blade slammed hard into Shiro's blade. And Shiro did not get good results. The force of the blow was so much that it reverberated throughout the blade, and into Shiro's arm. One of the bones in the arm cracked and snapped, resulting in a lack of mobility in the hand. This caused the blade to drop. The pain was massive, and Shiro would be stunned for an instant. His arm was going to have trouble retracting on time to face Nijuu's speed, especially with the pain. Especially broken. Nijuu swiped his blade cleanly across the arm, aiming to cleave it off completely, and sever it. That was his plan. Shiro didn't have a chance when it came down to it. And this was why Nijuu was going to win that battle.
Post by Manabu Brock on Feb 27, 2011 22:53:49 GMT -5
As the enormous discharge of the Segunda Espada's Cero roared forth, Hothead activated an ability from the primal depths of her instinct. Her reiatsu suddenly destabilized, and the power could easily be felt for miles even by those of inferior spiritual awareness. Some humans became upset for no particular reason they could place. Others suddenly felt faint. Everyone felt it get warmer.
This was Hothead's Chain Reaction. Her reiatsu strength was now doubled as well as dangerously out of control. Well, if it weren't yet, it would be soon. An Inferno burst forth from her body and met the Cero with what seemed like equal force. An instant later she gave a slash with her flame sword and the whole contest was blown apart. The next instant, there was a burst of flame out of her back to propel her forward.
This ridiculous increase in power might prove dangerous even to the likes of Kuroi Naito. She would probably have him reduced to a cinder momentarily. Maybe his reflexes and speed would be enough to keep him alive and even allow him to release. It would certainly be close if he'd make it at all.
She burst forth and went, seemingly, in two directions at once. Suddenly all the fire and heat were gone as well as all of her power. Indeed, the left half of her body had gone left, and the right half had gone right. There was only one source of spiritual energy now.
There was now a very sleek, very sharp, silver figure floating before Kuroi. "My apologies, Mr. Naito. Hothead acted of her own accord. As you can see, we have terminated our relationship with her. You may have noticed the repression of your spiritual energies. That is being removed now. It was for my safety, lest I be caught in a second attack of yours. I must apologize again. As I said, we did not condone her attack on you. I hope it is not your intent to pursue combat with us this evening. I am actually in the middle of a meeting at the moment."
Back at the head office, Lantern and Dagger had suddenly vanished. There was presently a great deal of talking, all of which came from Mr. Bostich. He was apologizing profusely. Jin had been speaking with projections. The real Lantern and Dagger had gone in pursuit of Hothead just for this purpose. For even if she had killed Kuroi, she would have subsequently exploded with the loss of control over her own reiatsu. They would both return shortly, pending Kuroi's permission.
Last Edit: Feb 27, 2011 22:54:28 GMT -5 by Manabu Brock