Metal Ringing Hollow

[Kira]

Thread Title: Lunatic vs Berserker. Again.
Participants: Kira, Astrid
World: Human World
Death Setting: Damage Permanent
Rating: PG-13
Location: Late night outside of a music shop in Virginia, the shopping district is winding down.
Special Conditions: None.
Circumstances: Kira is shopping for a new guitar, and is woefully unimpressed with the variety. Storming out of the building, she encounters something... unique.

[Kira]

A riff was blaring through the speakers in the quaint little music shop. Faster and faster the melody went, higher notes shrilly played, immediately followed by heavy low notes that rattled everything in the shop, from the windows to the other instruments as the nimble fingers strummed against the strings. The speed didn't slow down, speakers struggling to keep pace with the furious woman, headbanging her long red hair through the air. She thought she could hear yelling through the dissonance her music was making. She raked her nails up the strings, making the guitar scream in delight-

And then the air was filled with silence. Kira's eyes blinked open, as she looked to see what took away her sick as hell sounds. Glaring over to the speaker, a pissed off shop owner stood over the speaker, cord in hand. "I'VE BEEN YELLING AT YOU FOR A SOLID MINUTE! THE SHOP IS CLOSED, AND YOU'RE MAKING ME DEAF! GET OUT" The man yelled, face as bright as red as her hair. Kira rolled her eyes, flipped him off and left the shop. The man followed her out, and slammed the door nearly on her heels. She scoffed at him, spitting to the side. What kind of musician didn't appreciate riffs as tasty as those?

Kira turned and started strolling down the street, shoving her hands into her jacket pockets. The Shinigami was in a gigai in order to interact with the human population, specifically with that music shop. The woman was dressed in black boots, jeans, a red shirt, and a black leather jacket, and let her hair flow straight down. She had a dagger on her left hip, thankfully completely invisible to any ordinary human. She pulled her cellphone from her pocket. It was a little past ten, and everything but the bars were starting to shut down.

Well, with only the bars left open, she knew where she was headed! A smirk crossed her lips as she looked around for some place that would suit her needs. Her left hand tapped against the hilt of her weapon, each time her finger bumped into the pommel resulted in a metallic 'clink'. Her hand, upon further inspection, looked rather strange, the skin having a strange perfection to it. Fake, even. It was a rather realistic looking arm, but it was artificial. A human lopped it off awhile ago, and recently she had managed to find a replacement.

It couldn't feel as well as her old one, but the fact that it could feel at all was a boon. It wasn't as strong as her real arm either, but it sure was fast. Her hand didn't get tired from fingering her guitar strings, and she could play for hours. It wasn't her real arm, but it was a pretty good replacement. She hadn't been willing to accept the help, and the costs, of the Forth Division. The nerds thought she would pay them to fix her arm? HA! She would rather learn how to play the guitar one handed than pay them for the privilege to heal her.

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{Stats and Skills}Strength: (400x150%) 1000
Speed: (250x.5) 125
Spiritual Pressure: (205x.5) 100
Reiatsu Strength: (100x.5) 50
Instinct:160
Senses:(150x.5)75
Energy sensory:0
Healing Expertise:0

Light Aura: 25
Dark Aura: 75

Skills: Strength of will: 2
Lack of Fear: 2
Weapon Skill: Guitar: 2
Damage recovery: 2
Battle Analysis: 2
Martial Skill: Explosive style: 2
Bleeding Tolerance: 1

Pain tolerance: 1

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{Items}Name: Bionic limb

Description: An artificial limb for those who would rather get a stronger metal one for the one they just lost, or for those preparing themselves for when the machines finally take over. This limb can either be used to replace a missing one, or can be fused to the body wherever the user wishes it to be placed, giving the user a 'leg up', on the competition. The speed of these limbs are equal to the speed of the user

Class: 5-1

Item Type: Weapon/Armor/Utility

Item Power (IP): 500

Offense Type: Physical

Durability: 1200

Bonuses: Can be upgraded through Kitai's 'Bionic' items. For 100 reiatsu, the arm is able to move at a speed of 600 for a post.

Drawbacks: Can only have four limbs at a time. Can only have five upgrades at a time. Cannot create shockwaves outside of techniques

Cost: 3000+2000 per class.

Crafting Skills: 3 in Crafting

Donated to Urahara's: No

[Astrid Vess]

In an alleyway several blocks down a door opened. More specifically a gate, the doors iconic to anyone that could sense or see spiritual entities or beings. It was none other than the gate to hell, or at least one of them anyway. It was however far smaller than it usually would be only about the size of two normal house doors set side by side. From the gates came out Astrid, in a less than spectacular manner. Literally having been kicked out of hell by Alastor. . . yet again. And if you thought that her being kicked out was a saying you'd be incorrect. One of Alastor's servants, some minotaur looking thing had come up behind her while Alastor was speaking to her and quite literally kicked her backside through the doors that opened up into this common place alleyway. What made her entrance all the more entertaining to anyone watching was that she had landed in a few garbage bags lying on the side of a building . . . and some of them popped open.



Astrid was livid to say the least. There were many times that she earned getting kicked in one direction or another, but this was not one of them. At least as far as she was concerned. GRAAAGGHHH! AKKI. . . SHITSTAIN!! She yelled out in anger sounding akin to a boulder falling down a hill given how gravelly her voice was. She didn't even bother running up to the gate once she could stand, knowing that Alastor would leave it open temptingly only to immediately shut the thing once she was in front of it. Asshole. Ever since she'd gotten his attention was nothing but a fucking annoyance. She was content to keep doing her own thing in the Forest of Suicide and yet he INSISTED that she explore other realms and feast on their inhabitants. . . perhaps due to her not reaching some sort of potential. Or some level of bullshit like that.



Of late in particular he seemed to look at her with a deeper curiosity than he had at their first meeting. Now it seemed like he expected something. Something new and unexpected. And was sorely disappointed he hadn't gotten his wish. Astrid rolled all six of her eyes and cursed immensely under her breath. One day she'd get back at him for this near constant self-insertion into her life. And while his initial . . . aid? Intervention? Presence. . . That was likely the closest thing to it since Alastor was rarely helpful in a genuine way. Anyway, since his initial presence in her life had been helpful and changed everything about her, she'd been willing to deal with it. . . albeit angrily and with a great deal of growling and raging curses her patience for the thing was running short. And it was starting to show. Especially given he wasn't fond of her "ignoring his entertainment". Aka her in fucking strange situations.



All that to say she was pissed, immensely so but she couldn't say this wasn't out of the normal. Still, she had to admit his constant forced excursions had been helpful with her growth. Things had been growing easier to deal with and she felt. . . not as weak as prior. Though her constant death cycles in hell spoke otherwise. Regardless with the doors shut she was here until he was satisfied or until she died. . . again. Thus, she decided to make the most out of it. Besides humans were still good to consume under most circumstances anyway. And Astrid needed a second body as it was. She'd found her first one but needed another to ensure she could have a multitude of forms with which to pick from. That said she decided to change her form from spiritual to physical, all the better to mingle with anyway. Thus, she focused a bit of reiatsu into her core. Then she focused her mind on the image of the woman she'd consumed and within seconds her form started to rearrange itself.



Previously separate vines and tendrils collapsed and merged together creating arms and legs with only the ends becoming fingers and toes. Then her chest cavity closed and with it came a weight. And the slow gentle beating of something within. Something Astrid wasn't certain if she enjoyed or not. Then her head snapped and cracked before finally melting down to a smooth surface before the face of the woman she'd killed came forth. Hair bursting out first before her eyes, nose, and finally mouth and ears popped out. Once all was said and done, she was now standing on two legs, just a bit over six feet, with the musculature of an Adonis, and the resting bitch face she knew and loved so. Still there was. . . one glaring issue. She was currently nude as her pinstripe suit was stolen and being "dry cleaned" by Orobas. Whatever the fuck that meant.



Thus, Astrid had to find clothing. . . suitable to her and quickly. Especially considering it was colder than she'd expected. Again. Not quite snow level cold but enough that Astrid in the nude was NOT going to be in any better mood the longer she was stuck here. With a quick shake she threw off any and all remaining garbage that was on her person and slowly, hugging the wall, poked her head around the corner and glanced around. Brightside there wasn't many people around since it was evening. Bad thing was there wasn't many people to consume and steal clothing from. Astrid groaned internally knowing he'd done this to make things harder on her. Thankfully though there was a female that was walking out of a shop nearby.



Must have been a bar of sorts given she had a small entourage of men before she sent them back inside the bar while she walked towards the alley. Astrid immediately ran back into the alleyway and hid behind a dumpster. Need. . . spirit. . . Wisp get out! While the woman pulled out her cigarette and lighter Astrid's wisteria tree tattoo grew a sakura blossom on it, dark grey in color before being blown apart by a non-existent breeze. From there it collected into a nearby pile and had reformed into the misty humanoid creature she'd come to know. With a head nod towards the end of the alleyway the girl the wisp got the jist. Kill target and bring them over. It simply nodded at Astrid. From there it leisurely walked over and watched the woman smoke.



It tilted its head curious as to why the woman couldn't see it. However, it didn't ponder for long before grabbing the woman's hand that was currently holding the cigarette and promptly dragged her into the alleyway. The problem however was she started screaming which made Astrid shout at it mentally to quiet her. The wisp nodded again and promptly used its other hand to subsequently choke her effectively stopping the screams and then promptly snapped her neck. Astrid facepalmed. It DID stop the screaming and it DID make it easy for her to steal her clothes. But her spirit might have alerted someone that she was here and that alone meant Astrid was going to have to be quick as hell about this. With a quick hand motion and a few more shivers down her back Astrid beckoned the wisp and the corpse it was dragging with it behind the dumpster.



From there it'd take about 10 minutes to undress the woman, put on everything said woman was wearing, and then subsequently tear apart the woman and eat her. In truth just to ensure that Astrid could get things done quickly she spawned her canine companion to force feed most of the woman making sure she ate the heart, liver, and kidneys. She wasn't sure if that was enough to consume the soul as a whole but Astrid was working on a ticking clock so there wasn't much time to do much of anything. Thankfully she managed to avoid getting her clothes dirty and cleaned herself up as best she could. Hands licked clean and her face using her own saliva to wipe off whatever blood she could get. Once everything was done, she walked out the alleyway with her spirits in tow behind her and started looking around as she walked. Curious why the hell Alastor had sent her here. Wherever she wasn't nearly as big and bright as Tokyo had been. And admittedly she was a bit disappointed in that. Still, she'd figure out soon enough, right? She had to in order to leave sooner than later.

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{Astrid Stats and Skills}
Strength: 50 (35)

Speed: 275 (192)

RS: 50 (35)

SPPR: 315 (945)

Instinct: 175 (122)

Senses: 175 (122)

ES: 0

HE: 0


LA: 0

DA: 100





Current Skills: (14/15)

Sigil - 2

Strength of Will - 2

Pain Tolerance - 2

Poison Tolerance - 2

Lack of Fear - 2

Damage Recovery - 2

Leadership - 2

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{Spirits Stats}
Strength: 200

Speed: 150

Reiatsu Strength: 0

Spiritual Pressure: 0 (immune to cutback)

Instinct: 100

Senses: 100

Energy Sensory: 50

Healing Expertise: 0

Durability: 300

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{References for spirits}
Canine Hollow:




Wisp spirit:

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{Clothing attire}

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{Myriad of Many Faces / FC}
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Technique Name: Myriad of Many Faces [Cinematic]

Class: 3

Technique Type: General Sinner

Usable By: All Sinners.

Technique Element: Body.

Technique Description and Effects: A cult-classic ability of the Akki that created the technique, Myriad of Many Faces is a technique that allows the user to easily "hot-swap" their physical appearance as they wish. Through almost instantaneously shifting their own flesh into different shapes, the user can take on the form of any being they've since slain and consumed sometime in the past. This technique is an upgraded version of the Akki and Nakabakki Technique, Skin-Stealer, and as such, possesses the unique trait of being able to remain active through the shifts in form to their release, should they desire. Naturally this doesn't change anything mechanically, merely their shape changes. This technique lasts until toggles off. At Learned, someone can store one separate appearance at a time. At Proficient, this goes up to two. At Mastered, this goes up to three.

Those that have this technique possess the option to start a thread with this technique active. In doing so, 100 reiatsu is immediately docked from their pool upon the first post. This decreases to 50 at Proficient, and 0 at Mastered, though every time over the course of a thread they desire to switch this body, they must still dock 100 reiatsu from their pool, regardless of level of Mastery.

How to use technique: Release a wave of 100 reiatsu across the user's body.

Technique Drawbacks: No combative use. With beyond a 3 or higher in Analysis, someone will easily determine this isn't the user's real body.

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{Reiatsu}
-100 for Myriad of Many Faces

9,450 - 100 = 9,350 reiatsu remaining

[Kira]

This bar was... boring. She had expected too highly of the people here, expected a rough and rowdy crowd of lively drunkards, but the reality of what it actually was left her disappointed and underwhelmed. There wasn't any decent music playing, just some annoying hip-hop garbage that was too slow and weak to interest her. There was no stage that she could start shredding on, and even if there was, she doubted that these were the kind of people that enjoyed having their ears bleed for awhile. No, these were soft and squishy humans, with soft and squishy music. Pathetic.

She was sat at the counter, waiting for her drink. She got a funny look from the bartender when she ordered a pitcher of mead, saying that they didn't carry any. Cheapskates'. She looked around once more. The atmosphere was boring. No fights were happening, no drinking contests, no hooting or hollering. She sneered at it, before getting up and making her way out of the bar. The chill of the evening air was refreshing from having to suffer from the stuffy air of that 'establishment'. Bah. Great, she was in a bad mood. She had been looking to be less annoyed after the music shop, not more.

The shinigami sighed, wondering what she was even doing here. The obvious answer was looking out for hollows. She had decided to sign up for the duty on a whim, thinking there would be more excitement out here like the last time she had arrived in the human world. Boy had that been a crazy day. One day in, one hollow in, and she gets jumped by a... what had that chick been? A mod soul? That was what her superiors had guessed, based on the lack of a visible weapon, and the 'residual reiatsu signature' that had lingered on her stump of a limb. Bunch of nerds is what they were.

Anyway, maybe that had just been Japan. Or maybe it was Karakura. Either way, it's been days since she'd arrived here, and there hasn't been hide nor hair of any hollows. She thought she had heard something interesting on day three, but it had just been some punks in the park. Most shinigami would consider themselves lucky to be in this kind of situation. It was effectively a month long vacation in the world of the living. But she didn't want peace and quiet in her missions. They were missions, she wanted blood! She wanted action! She wanted random acts of violence!

Then she heard a scream that could curdle blood. Her head whipped around. The scream had come from where she had left, back near the prissy bar she had left. Darn it, she was a few minutes away by now. She weighed her options. On the one hand, her pager hadn't gone off, so it wasn't a hollow. On the other hand, she had been complaining about being bored. She mulled over it for a minute, before deciding to go check it out. She decided to jog over, not wanting to overexert herself it was a whole lot of nothing. Oh, if this was two stupid humans doing something stupid, so help her!

She had covered more ground than she had initially thought, looking back on it. It took her nearly eight minutes of jogging to reach where she had been before. She was looking around for any signs of a struggle, or signs that the cops had shown up. To her frustration, there was none. With a twitch of her brow, she started to search the surrounding area. She took in a deep breath through her nose, and tried to smell if there was any blood lingering in the air. Her sense of smell was more developed than that of a regular person. She wasn't a bloodhound or anything, but she was sure it there was something to be smelled, she could pick it up.

Sure enough, there was something there. It was blood, and it was fresh and plentiful, filling the air with the pungent stench of iron. Kira frowned. There was more than there should be if this was just some human kerfuffle. She followed the trail, her nose leading her further and further down the street, until she reached the point where the smell was the strongest. It was a nasty odor, the iron rich air mixing with the scents of an alleyway. It was far from pretty, and someone was going to pay for making her put in the extra effort to hunt them down. 7

What she found, however, was strange. Two hollow-like things were following behind a stylishly dressed woman, who smelled like she used blood as perfume. The smell wafted off of her like a miasma of death. She blinked. She had got to stop reading those books the Kuchiki had lying around their squad. Back in Squad Eleven, she wouldn't have even had to think of something like 'miasma' before, she would have already have been punching this chick into paste. But now she wanted to 'check and make sure these things weren't hollows', because she had to 'write reports about these things'. Stupid lectures.

She stuck her hand into her pocket, digging out a flip phone. The stupid device flipped open with a musical tune, much to her delight. Each button her fingers clicked responded with a guitar cord, as she tried to get the hollow detector to respond. Even with the musical additions she added, she still hated this thing. She couldn't figure out the damned thing half the time, and had on occasion turned the stupid device off, or muted it from doing its one job. Her mechanical hand rested on pommel of her dagger as she did so, its presence comforting her.

The device told her there were no hollows in the area. She nearly crushed the thing in anger. Stupid technology. Shoving the device back into her pocket, she looked back up to see if it had gotten her attention. If not, she would address the chick herself. "Hey bitch." She said, all too eloquently. "You know you have two hollows following you around? And that you smell like a butcher after a long days work?" She asked rhetorically. She was glaring the woman down, as her robotic fingers drummed against the weapon at her hip. "You want to explain that to me, or my knife?"

[Astrid Vess]

Astrid had been minding her own business. . . barring the short time she had to deal with consuming the person wholesale and stealing their clothes. But that was a couple minutes back and thus wasn't something Astrid even considered any further than that moment. But that came to bite her in the ass as another person, female sounding had come up behind her and called her out on the smell alone. Astrid slowly turned around the body and by extension her resting bitch face on full send. She glanced over at the woman in question and sized her up. Her mechanical hand and the weapon on it did not go unnoticed by her however given Astrid was doing a full body look and very obviously doing such. A low growl started to come from Astrid's throat.



Shinigami. . . AGAIN. . . This. . . she's strong. . . Not like . . . others. . .Hmm. . In truth Astrid, for once, was considering what to do. Wynne, Shawn, and other shinigami she'd run into were far weaker than this specimen. And she'd been far hungrier then, she'd needed to eat something. . . still this one concerned her. The problem was Astrid remembered what the shinigami did. How they slaughtered her pack mates. Killed her parent figure even if he was a hollow. Mercy was never an option with them. And that meant that this one was much the same, but she was strong. Could she even handle this with her current roster of souls? That's when it dawned on her, and it showed on her face when she finally realized what was going on.



Alastor had known. He'd KNOWN she was here, and she was several leagues above the former shinigami she'd fought. Whatever that potential he saw in her, he was going to drag it out kicking and screaming. And Kira was going to be the means by which he did. In truth that pissed her off more so than the shinigami interrupting her while she was just walking. Seriously it was like they had a watch that told them about the exact point at which to interrupt her when she wasn't willing to deal with them. Fine. He wanted her to fight? She'd fight. She wanted to figure out what this "potential" was anyway, so she'd play along. And hopefully this shinigami wouldn't be nearly as pathetic as the others she'd faced off against. With a smug look Astrid finally spoke to Kira. "No." With that Astrid had her wisp run up to Kira, right hand curled into a fist and raring up to deck her in the face.



Meanwhile she and her canine moved back giving themselves some distance about 5 feet in total. Astrid while running backwards quickly drew up three sigils. One of which immediately slipped under her shirt and laid itself against her chest. The other two stayed at the back of her hands waiting to be placed somewhere. Her canine in the meantime decided once they'd moved that it'd charge up and then fire a bala at the woman. If the woman looked at it, she'd immediately notice it was strange for several reasons. 1. It was a washed out grey and 2. It looked dense, far more than a normal bala would be. And once fired off sounded like a cannon firing with even a similar arc to the bala itself. Upon coming in contact with her or anything else it'd explode like a small bomb with a 5-foot radius.

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{Reiatsu}
-50 (3x) for teleportation sigils

9,350 - 150 = 9,200 reiatsu remaining

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{Sigil information}
Sigil duration 1/3 posts used

Total number: 3

Placement:
1 on Astrid's chest, under clothes.
1 on the back of her left hand
1 on the back of her right hand

[Kira]

The smoky looking spirit rushed at her, following the ginger's unspoken orders. The faceless spirit moved like a wild animal, but only in terms of speed. It moved in a wild and sporadic manner, using its ridiculously long arms to galop more than actually sprint. The impacts the fiend made across the ground were the only sounds that this thing made. No screams of the damned, no hellish roars, only the sound of oak slamming into concrete. It cocked its arm back, flying at her as its fist landed square against her nose with a sickening crack. All was quiet for a moment. Then let out a chuckle.

"My knife it is then." Kira grabbed on the the offending arm of her attacker, which had clear signs of fractures up and down the limb. Kira pulled her leg back, and let it fly, kicking the abomination square in nads. Now, she had no evidence of this thing actually having anything down there; for all she knew it could be as smooth as a Ken Doll, but man was it satisfying to do. The monster, thanks to her martial skill, was spilt in two from the point of impact. The sadistic shinigami rolled her hand, and pulled back her middle finger with her thumb.

"Boom." With a simple flick of her finger, she let loose a directional shockwave at the thoroughly desiccated corpse of her enemy, shooting the lifeless spirit back at its master. It would fly at her, and if it hit her, it would be like taking a punch from Kira herself. That, or it would impede the path of her attack. Kira wasn't quite a master of Shockwaves, but she was pretty proficient at them. Her fighting style was all about creating them with even the most simple of movements, as the once living ghost might have figured out for itself. Kira couldn't keep the feral smile off her face, as her robotic arm drew her zanpakuto.

The hand twisted the weapon around, holding it in a reverse grip at around the same level as her neck. The fingers were placed strangely, the grip not resting in the center of the hand. Her real hand placed its fingers onto the flat of the blade, and raked it down. And electric screech responded to the motion, like a pick against the cords of a guitar. "Hear the siren's wail and die, Jūkinzoku!" The berserker yelled, as the metal twisted and grew out four feet. No longer was there a dagger; now there was the sheer awe inspiring terror that was Jūkinzoku.

It looked like the bastard child between an electric guitar and an pole axe, the body of a guitar with a massive blade on the bottom of it. "I don't normally do private shows! Consider yourself lucky! You're in for a treat!" She caressed the weapon lovingly, running her fingers across the strings one by one. And that's her music replaced all other sound in the area. Six strings, six cones of pure sonic shockwaves were launched at the disguised Hason. "WHO'S READY TO ROCK!?" Her scream added a seventh shockwave to the train of sound barreling towards the Hellion. Each one might have only had two thirds her strength, but with so many launched one after another, getting hit by one might spell death.

Shikai: 200

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{Shikai Overall}Shikai Overall Ability: [By either strumming her cords, or speaking loud enough, Kira makes vibrations that her ax then turns into attacks through the neck of the guitar, or the blade, throwing out waves of sound based on the strength put into the vibrations. Her abilities are purely physical, coming entirely from her body, and not her soul. Continued vibrations via voice, strumming, or even smashing her weapon into something, will allow her to create these waves of sound. The abilities that are used like this only have 2/3's of her strength.]

[Astrid Vess]

Astrid wasn't normally one to smile, really, she only smiled once she had pure and utter domination of her opponent before her. Or if something spectacular happened. Neither of these events happened, however what did happen was that someone, namely this woman had simply deleted her spirit. And the worst part? It was after she just let the spirit hit her, forcing it to break its attacking arm and then being kicked in half. Astrid was stunned and even her canine hollow sat still at this. Meanwhile the spirit just broke apart into flower petals and returned to Astrid. That was. . . well simply put beautiful to Astrid but also utterly shocking. Which meant that Astrid had to fight far more seriously and far more carefully than she'd ever thought she'd need to.



This was only made worse when the woman did something else Astrid had never seen prior. She'd flicked her finger, a simple gesture if nothing else. . . and out came something Astrid could only vaguely make not of. The air itself was being forced away by something she'd made. Something that was moving fast as hell by comparison. However, while Astrid had tried to determine what in the hell was coming at her, her companion took far more initiative and immediately knocked her away, taking on the brunt of the shockwave before subsequently dying due to a headshot. Its mask broke. Then it broke. And all that remained were petals that were returning to Astrid. Who by the way was shocked even more so now that she'd seen her two servants be utterly annihilated.



Thankfully the woman had decided not to attack for a moment and instead pulled out. . . a dagger. . . Astrid wasn't certain what she'd do next and thus decided that while the woman was . . strumming it? She'd spawn out three more spirits just to have some pawns on the field. She couldn't very well defend herself as it stood. Thus, from the tree tattoo on her back spawned out more petals, white this time, that created a few hollow chicks. These ones had no eyes behind their masks, they had teeth though they looked like toothpicks and were only about 2 feet tall in size. Astrid simply had them hover around her for the time being as she slowly backed up, making it a grand total of 3 feet by the time Kira was starting her private jam session. However, that phrase. . . that simple phrase highly concerned Astrid. She'd only heard rumors of sirens given they tended to be at a different level of hell. . . but from what she heard they were a beast no one wanted to deal with.



This is where shit really hit the fan. Astrid noticed Kira strumming her weapon? Object? Thing. . . Whatever the hell it was she'd summoned or rather transformed her dagger into. And then subsequently noticed several more shockwaves coming for her. She immediately threw the sigil on her right hand up to the roof of the nearby building. And thank the gods above and below that she did because unlike her former summons these ones were utterly torn apart. The series of shockwaves that were let loose ripped apart the beings she'd summoned until they were shreds. Astrid was starting to grow just a bit fearful over this in addition to being utterly pissed off. Yet again was she coming to realize that she was just utterly fucking weak.



This constant reminder that she was as weak as she drove her insane. And it was continuing to become further exaggerated with every moment. And the lastest insultor was Kira. A woman who had so much power at her disposal to just flick things away into nothing. This was the sort of power that she wanted and yet it seemed constantly out of her reach. Every day she'd be killed. Every day her servants were killed. Every day she killed herself to get out of a problem situation the forest. And every day she never made progress. The beasts, her fellow hason, even the saika managed to stomp her into oblivion. She was starting to reach her fucking limit. And NOW. NOW IT WAS A SHINIGAMI. THESE MURDERS WERE GOING TO SURPASS HER. Her pupils shrank as she started letting loose her spiritual energy washing over everything.



NEVER. SHE WILL. . . DIE!!! With this one thought Astrid spawned out everything she could find within herself. The same chicks now numbering five total, her hound, her serpent, and five shinigami. It was a lot of energy but it she was so pissed off she didn't even bother thinking about it. She then glared down at Kira and roared out her commands to all of them. Move. . around. . . trap her! The shinigami used shunpo to "teleport" down all-around Kira, the chicks spread out over the building Astrid was on and prepared bala's, meanwhile the canine of hers hopped to another building and promptly started charging up. . . something else.



Astrid wouldn't notice however as she quickly hopped upon her serpentine mount and had it fly another 20 feet in the air before firing off 3 separate acid blasts at Kira. Once these were fired off the shinigami would all try to attack Kira at once with their zanpakuto and the chicks along with the canine would fire off their attacks. The chicks with bala and the canine with. . . a washed-out cero that sounded like a cannon was fired off. Astrid was certain that this HAD to do something to her. Even if the shinigami got killed surely, it'd do something to her. Surely, it'd at least damage her. The numbers were in her favor and the amounts of attacks fired off was also in her favor. There was NO WAY this could fail. In the past it'd never failed. But there was doubt within her and that doubt was slowly but surely making its way through her body. But like a stubborn child she'd never admit it, she'd simply watch Kira with narrowed eyes and a resting bitch face that could kill any human on sight.

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{Reiatsu}
-75 (10x) reiatsu
-25 teleportation

9,200 - 775 = 8,425 reiatsu remaining

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{Summons present}
5 shinigami (purple in color, with purple veins, and glowing purple eyes.) All around Kira at about 5 feet from her before jumping in to attack her.

Canine hollow - On the closest building to Kira firing off a cero

3 chicks in front of the building she teleported onto. They are all firing bala's.

1 serpentine hollow that Astrid is riding upon and is 40 feet above Kira and about 20 feet distance away. Firing off 3 acid blasts.

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Serpentine Hollow




Draco Chicks

[Jeff Franklin]

I count 20 paragraphs from both Astrid and Kira, giving both of them 200 TP. As this thread is incomplete no one won and thus no winning TP is awarded.