Sight for Sore Eyes {PvP, DP, Jeff Vs Seiji, R}

[Jeff Franklin]

It was a fine night for a stroll through the alleyways of the Rukongai, searching for any imbecile Hellion who would commit a crime while Jeff was around to witness. Sure enough it didn't take long for him to spot a hairy armed man grab a bag from a woman after pulling out a knife on her. Moving swiftly after the incident he would hear the woman scream as the man darted into the nearest alley devoid of people. Jeff would follow behind and easily catch up to the man who was now slowing down anyway, taking the opportunity to search through the bag.



Grabbing the guy firmly on the shoulders Jeff would hear the cries of pain as the man shrunk down onto his knees clearly unable to deal with the pain. With a little bit more force Jeff would squeeze until he heard the shoulder blade crack, all the while a smile would grow on the Saika's face. "You really shouldn't have taken what wasn't yours, then again you're clearly scum, so getting rid of you would help clean the world of some evil." Saying this Jeff really doesn't know if the man was paying attention. Reaching up with his left hand Jeff would grip the mans wrist, the one that currently held onto the bag. With a simple flick he caused the mans wrist to snap and bend unnaturally upwards in a 90 degree angle, this of course had the man screaming out in pain.



It was clear to Jeff by this point the guy was to focused on his broken bones to focus to much on Jeff, in fact it was at this time the man begun calling out, "Why are you doing this?" Jeff's grin would turn into a sneer, "You should know why I'm doing this, you people always think there aren't consequences to your actions. Believing that you don't actually deserve the cards fate dealt you, you only have a few bad thoughts. Well guess what? You ARE evil, and I get a second chance to clean the world of all the evil trash, while protecting the children from you're wicked teachings."


Although Jeff was speaking to the man, it wasn't to him as much as it was towards the adults of the living world or any Soul that would commit crimes (Such as Hellions like him) and think they could get away with it. After living the life he did the only thing he knew was that adults hid their evil, putting on a masquerade to trick others into believing they were good. The problem with this is Jeff didn't distinguish simple lies from killing others for selfish reasons. Tired of this victim, more importantly how the man seems to have just shut off from all the pain and went silent. Jeff let go of the wrist and grabbed the guy in the back of the head, finally using enough strength squeezing the head to drain the rest of the life from the man.

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{Stats}Type: Roughneck


Rank: 2

Strength:200(250)

Speed:200

RS:50(30)

Spirit Pressure:400(700)

HE:0

Senses:50

ES:0(Cut)

Instinct:150

Dark Aura:100

Light Aura:0

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{Skills}Pain Tolerance: 2

Strength of Will: 2

Martial Art- Jeff Style (Blunt Attacks): 2

Battle Focus: 2

Battle Analysis: 2

Calm Mind: 1

Unseal (Merge and Seal) Techniques: 2

[Ishikawa Seiji]

It had been a little over a week since the destruction and devastation had ended, swept up by those that remained. Fighting still for those, too many to even truly count, that had been lost among the horde of demons that decided on that day to make the Soul Society their playground. Seiji knew it couldn't possibly have not been planned prior, that someone within those depths had led the charge. Not that he was about to step into Hell and find out, that was plain suicide for just about anyone save the Captains of each division, or at least that was what the rumors that flew around spoke of. He never put too much focus on them, while a useful bit of information to manipulate, there was no purpose to do so. Not when he could be learning, improving, once he had a better foothold and a better grasp on his abilities, perhaps then he could see who started such topics of conversation that spread across the entire Seiretei.

While he had trained briefly that morning, Soyoukaze had been oddly quiet, judging him as far as he could tell. The spirit only hissing at him upon that day which he tried to speak with them. As frustrating as it was, for now it was fine, he could deal with it. Difficult or not, with the name of his own Zanpakuto discovered, he had little to worry about in terms of protection. Sparring with some other unseated a few days prior had proved just that, none of them stood a change, let alone a few minutes against him. A few of those who showed a little more skill had passed out eventually anyways. Unlike him, others during the attack had not been as lucky, no voices heard and just injuries and trauma gained from such an experience. Seiji could sympathize with that much at least, taking on the paperwork that afternoon of those who were still hospitalized, as well as more from those they'd lost. It hadn't been nearly as much as it had a few days ago, but it whittled away the hours quickly nevertheless.

After a much needed dinner, the emerald haired Shinigami grabbed his Zanpakuto and headed out. Since the attack few if any but the higher ranks had dared to go out into Rukongai, perhaps because they did not want to see such death on a massive scale so close to him. Maybe out of worry there were still the odd hellion lurking around, or even simply because some thought themselves above the petty struggles of those who were not spiritually gifted. Either way, no matter the potential danger or fall out from his superiors, he was going. Seiji knew he would not reach his home district today nor did he plan to attempt to, it would have to be done now, but the first ten districts or so wasn't that far out and he could still get back in time before anyone kicked up too much of a fuss. It really in his opinion should have been much harder to slip away considering recent events, but it was amazing what you could get away with by faking going out on patrol and wearing a genuine Shihakusho. Incredible really.

The fresh air would do him good, though the smell beyond the gates of the Seiretei even a week on wasn't exactly pleasing on his senses but he managed enough, at least to step quickly through the first few districts. Nothing but destruction and death for miles around, the odd building and soul that had been spared but that was few and far between. If only he'd been able to do more. Not that he could have done so alone, he wasn't that stupid, no one could handle such numbers solo. Hell, he doubted even the Captain Commander could have. Regardless, he hadn't wandered out here to start comparing himself to the Gotei 13's best and brightest, he wasn't that nor was he Shin either. But he was determined that he wouldn't one day fall like the rest and be forgotten as just another among the crowd, if he had to fight his way to the top to be strong enough to survive comfortably. Then he would. No matter how long it took.

His reprieve was soon interrupted as he entered the 10th District of South Rukongai, not by anyone shouting at him, but by someone screaming in agony. Nothing that unheard of for the outer parts of Rukongai, but there was barely anyone about here. Most were dead, so what in the hell was going on? Surely someone hadn't decided to start fucking shit up again already, that was all he needed. With a sigh, Seiji followed the sound, soon launching his way up onto a nearby rooftop, one of the few that remained standing and across to the edge quietly to peer down into the alley and see just what the heck was happening. His sensing abilities may not be great, but it wasn't difficult to pick out the reiatsu signature of a hellion after how many he'd fought. Damn beings just couldn't leave this place alone. "Callin' a guy evil yet yer the hellion here, what, didn' ya learn ta stay away after last week? Ain' yer job ta deal with idiots, that'd be ours." Conversational at best, an underlying threat at worst. A smile as wide as a Cheshire cat as he stared down at the scene before him, seeing yet with a hidden gaze, left hand idle at his side, for now.

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{Stats & Skills}

Statistics

Physical	Spiritual		Sensory	Miscellaneous
Strength: 50 Speed: 350	Reiatsu Strength: 200 (+25%) = 250 Spiritual Pressure: 200 (+25%) = 250		Instincts: 100 (-25%) = 75 Senses: 100 (-25%) = 75 Energy Sensory: 0	Light Aura: 40 Dark Aura: 60 Healing Expertise: 0

Total SP: 0/1035

Class SP: 300/900

Training SP: 700/900

Total SP Earned: 1035/1800 [Training Tier + Training SP]

Skills

Mental	Battle		Body	Utility
Analyzing: 1 Strength of Will: 1	Weapons: Katana & Wakizashi: 1 Battle Analysis: 1 Pain Tolerance: 1 Kidō Mastery: 1		Mental Incantation: 1 Stealth: 1	N/A

[Jeff Franklin]

Jeff wasn't expecting company, especially that from a Shinigami's by the look of it. "Why would I have learned not to come here from last week? I purposefully chose not to join those idiots in attacking the Soul Society, after all this is essentially the opposite of Hell. Secondly I'm glad you watch over and deal with the idiots of even the Rukongai, but this man was also a Hellion. One with now actual power but even still, thus I decided to visit and see what scum needed a helping hand back to Hell. Though if I do stumble upon a Soul from here doing ANY evil, I'm definitely going to get my hands dirty dealing with that as well."



During that time of talking Jeff would have thrown the Hellions lifeless body to the ground where sometime after it would begin to melt into the ground as if it were lava rejoining the earth. You know, I've never understood how sometimes if you die you just turn to liquid and seep your way back to Hell, while other times the gate still opens and drags you back. Then again the gate always drags you back if your even a smidge alive. Almost lost in though Jeff shakes his head to refocus his mind on his surroundings. "I'd rather not fight you if I don't have to, so can I continue my walk around? Plus I rarely get time to just enjoy my surroundings." Granted most of his surroundings he wishes to take in are the pain from others and himself, but he certainly wasn't going to say that to this Shinigami.



It didn't help that Jeff could tell the Shinigami was ready to fight at any point, he even had his hand on his Zanpakuto. "Also, I want to warn you if you do intend to fight me, I will not go easy on you and you may die if your weak. In fact if you can't even call on your Shikai you should just turn away now." At this point Jeff was fully aware how Shingami fought without the use of their Zan spirit, the problem is once they did start using it a fight could change instantly. Just to be sure he got into a more battle ready stance, keeping his hands to his side but his feet perfectly placed to dodge an attack.

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[Ishikawa Seiji]

Clearly, this hellion hadn't expected to be disturbed. Or maybe they hadn't thought they'd be found, too cleaver or sneaky to be noticed. Either way, they weren't going anywhere else, unless it was back to Hell, without going through him first. If it came to it, which it might. If not him, then fucking forbid should any student or someone part of their recovery teams come out here and fight someone like this. They'd be wrecked in mere moments, rather it be him then someone incapable of truly fighting back. Even if he, like so many, were still recovering from the massive scale of the battle. The destruction and devastation a painful memory that surrounded them. Even now, most of the buildings he had traveled past to get here were barely standing, the one he was stood upon gave him just enough height to jump down safely without risk of breaking anything - yet without hampering his speed - useful if the worst happened. As it typically tended to do so.

Surprisingly, though not sure if he totally believed it, this one claimed not to get involved in the madness that was last week. He supposed even the odd few hellion had been against going into what might seem like nothing but a horde of violence and death waiting to be cut apart and then sent back. Strange. It was too late to stop what had already been done, the man that had been attacked already sinking into the ground. Lava pooling from nowhere, this one was telling the truth then, better than nothing. As much as typically, he may once have let the other go. Wander as long as he caused no further chaos, things as of late here were so delicate, balance teetering on the edge of complete destruction. Both of this entire Rukongai and the structure within each Division itself, after the loss of so many, it was no wonder some wallowed in helplessness. He couldn't do shit about that, nor would it further his own interests. But getting rid of a single hellion for a while, had to be worth something, if nothing else it would be useful combat information.

"Afraid I can' let ya keep wanderin' around, if ya find others and kill 'em, it's gonna be a real pain ta clear up. But yer more than welcome ta take this chance ta return ta Hell or anywhere else if ya wanna, long as it ain't here. Can't promise I'll be nice if ya stay." The only warning he would get, given a few precious moments to take in the situation, to consider his options and perhaps go about his day away from the Soul Society. As long as he did that, there would be no issue, yet as the moments ticked on by. He saw no movement, no sign of improvement or chance of the other leaving, in fact he even issued a warning to him - a mention of weakness and even of Shikai - well if he wanted to play like that. He would oblige and then some. The stance that this hellion took all but confirmed his lack of willing to leave, ready to move and fight back. It seemed then, that today wouldn't just be simple, no easy way out. But was there ever truly?

It was with a small sigh, and a sense of foreboding in his gut, that his left hand slid to the hilt of his Zanpakuto and he pushed off of the roof. Straight from above and down towards the hellion, a single whisper upon the wind. "Fall, Soyoukaze." That and nothing more, rushing the being at his full speed of 350, he was quick to appear at his left, blade held tight and drawn out in one smooth motion. Yet instead of a regular speed, as fast as his rushing steps towards his target, it was far more than that. Arm nothing but a blur as he drew the blade, a surge of silvery white reiatsu beneath his fingertips and surrounding his whole form, unleashed at 3,500 speed straight for his throat. A killing blow, but with his short blade many would assume it impossible, it wasn't. He did not need to draw in close, his Zanpakuto doing so for him, following the line of his strike, his blade extending with a burst of force and rush of air right at Jeff.

Yet if he assumed that to be his only issue during this encounter, he would be sadly mistaken, while not nearly as fast as his initial swing, further blades struck out, seemingly from nowhere, another part of the alley perhaps? Rushing for the hellion from different directions at a speed of 600, two for his head, two towards his right and two more coming at the other straight on. Aiming to pin him down, to force him to react to the greater threat of such speed, rather than these blades that moved at a more reasonable pace. No matter what, some of this had to go through, a rush of constant air upon his blade that regardless of if it connected or not, would rapidly shrink back to it's usual size. Either way, the trap was already set, ready to go off at a moment's notice. No matter how he moved in that instant, one of his little surprises would trigger, giving him another opening. Or so he hoped.

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{Reiatsu & Techs Used}

• Reiatsu Pool: 1,600 / 2,500
• Soyoukaze Release: - 200
• Shunpo Karin Used: - 100
• Yotō (余刀; Lingering Blade) Used: - 450 ; Six Blades Created
• Kakufū (隔風; Second Wind) Used: - 150 ; Seven "Scars" Created

[Jeff Franklin]

"Afraid I can' let ya keep wanderin' around, if ya find others and kill 'em, it's gonna be a real pain ta clear up. But yer more than welcome ta take this chance ta return ta Hell or anywhere else if ya wanna, long as it ain't here. Can't promise I'll be nice if ya stay." This was the warning this wandering Shinigami gave Jeff, which of course he understood. He was currently wandering around the Soul Society, granted he was only really looking for other Hellions but that didn't mean he wasn't going to punish and kill anything else for being evil. 

After Jeff gave his own warning the Shinigami sighed, knowing that he wasn't about to back of. Jeff was used to threats after all, though he enjoyed most threats being fulfilled just to turn the tables on those who threatened him. This time wasn't going to be that type of battle though, the Soul Reaper was trying to stop him from his self given job. Jeff wasn't going to tolerate that, he didn't want to kill the Shinigami if he could help it but he'll make sure to leave a lasting mark to show what happens when you try to get in his way.

The battle started and Jeff was impressed, the little Reaper dropped of the building he was on as if he was riding the wind itself. The speed at which he traveled was also a problem as his body was blurring somewhat to Jeff. Although he didn't hear the Shinigami speak he was able to notice enough movement around the mouth to realize the Reaper just released his Shikai. Well, I did say to turn away if he DIDN'T have a Shikai. Should have realized I only jinxed myself with that statement. 

With the Shinigami landing in front of Jeff it was clear the Reaper was about to start off with a big move. Sure enough Jeff could see the momentum starting with a strike that was going to be waaay faster than it should be able to move. Sending a quick surge of reiatsu into his Gate Seal, Jeff's feet would burst into flames right before a doorway would open instantly behind him. As one would expect from having their feet on fire, Jeff's own feet felt as if they were burning away from this though no actual damage was happening. "Not gonna happen" would be all Seiji would hear as Jeff moves at a speed of 3,000 directly backwards through the doorway. If he started this moments later Jeff may not have a head, in fact the attack did nick his chin as he moved backwards. 

Almost as fast as Jeff entered the doorway it would disappear allowing the rest of Seiji's attacks to collide where he once was. At the same moment the doorway closed another opened, this one was directly behind Seiji. With a simple thought the discs that were laying flat on Jeff's side suddenly burst outward through his shirt showing they were actually bionic arms the entire time. Feeding 300 reiatsu to them the arms moved at 500 speed to grab the Shinigami now standing with his back facing the Saika.

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[Ishikawa Seiji]

No matter what either of them said or did, the result was still the same. All but decided at this point, the threat or warning rather doing very little to dissuade him. If not him, then someone else would. He'd seen enough death in the past few weeks, he did not need even more of it on his conscious thank you very much. Just as the warning to him did little, his own thinly veiled threat to the hellion got nothing out of him. Save a readying battle stance that proved neither of them going anywhere before fighting first, too stubborn to give in. Too many lives already lost, he'd be damned if he'd let even more of the Rukongai be ruined once again, even if this was the upper districts. Souls were not infinite in number. Nor was the reach of the Gotei 13 ever expanding either, which meant like normal, the Kido Corps were the ones cleaning up such messes on their behalf. Including this, it seemed, why someone on patrol hadn't noticed this hellion long before he did showed a complete lack in awareness. A fact he might mention later, once this was over.

The moment in began, a soft breeze stirred around him upon release, little else as an indication of such power being brought forth. Well, save the speed at which he moved, steps gradually building into a run. Not so much to leap, but to push off of the structure itself to grant him more maneuverability, to aim straight for the being's head and remove it from his damn shoulders if he was lucky. He wasn't, but the combined attack left little room for the younger to maneuver around without being struck, and he seemed to be for a split second, before vanishing. A skill he'd never seen before, something from hell he quickly surmised in that moment, though none of his "scars" were triggered they remained even so. A strategic option if need be. Even so, the emerald haired Shinigami had been in enough battles both drawn out and swiftly concluded to know that the most common way to strike back at any foe, was from behind.

While not enough time in that second to speak, a burst of reiatsu and Soyoukaze understanding his intentions was enough for her to allow him aid. Half turned by the time the hellion reappeared, but not near quick enough to react to what was coming at him. Bionic limbs of all things! With swift winds surrounding him to absorb at least some of the impact it was not quite so bad, but damn if it didn't hurt like all hell. The colliding force enough to send Seiji flying, across the alley and straight through a wall which only worsened the impact. Though such armor is utterly destroyed by the hit, it keeps him alive, even if he is coughing up a small amount of blood as he stubbornly and slowly staggers to his feet. Swaying a little before regaining his footing, blade tight in his grasp even despite being flung into a building. One thing was for sure, this wasn't someone he could mess around with, not for a moment.

"What, that all ya got? Shouldn't have expected none better after all o' yer friends kicked the bucket." Not to make his life worse, but to anger, to annoy, to see if he slipped up because of such emotion. Now back on his feet, he did not rush ahead, but rather let the younger come to him, the moment he moved in that direction, aware or not, all of his "scars" could trigger at once and deal a considerable amount of compounded damage. Another small surge, not of his blade, though he held that at the ready, but of Kido. A sphere forming within moments before him, before firing, seeming the flames created bolstered in some way. "Sōkatsui." The only other word spoken, a rush of heat as the larger than usual fireball rocketed forward straight towards Jeff.

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{Reiatsu & Techs Used}

• Reiatsu Pool: 1,500 / 2,500
• Sōkatsui Used - 100 ; Total OS: 312 (Boosted by Soyoukaze)
• Seven "Scars" OS (If Detonated): 875

[Jeff Franklin]

Things were not going quite as Jeff had planned. Instead of grabbing the little Shinigami, he ends up smashing the boy and sending him flying. How could this be? Simply due to of the Shinigami moved before he could grasp. Well, that could have gone a little smoother, but pain is pain. A small grin would begin to grow on Jeff's lips, it was time to turn things up a notch to really create some pain. As Seiji was getting up he decided to use words in an attempt to get on Jeff's nerve, "What, that all ya got? Shouldn't have expected none better after all o' yer friends kicked the bucket." The problem is those words would have no effect on him, after all Jeff was quite used to emotional attacks through words. Well, that and Seiji seems to be under the assumption Jeff cares for other Hellions, "As if, I came here to hunt any remaning morons from Hell, as if I'd care if the kicked the bucket. I'm only sad I couldn't have been there to watch as they were beaten to a pulp."

Letting out a small giggle Jeff couldn't help but start antagonizing Seiji himself, "You know, I expected you to be a little stronger, are you sure you're capable of protecting anyone at this level?" Once he finished speaking he began to move forward as Seiji had now collected himself and was up on his feet completely. As the Saika moved he noticed immediately gashes just hanging there in the air, gashes was the best way he could describe them. Aight, time to put on a show and try out that new power I feel in me.

Jeff heads directly towards the gashes that sit a little in front of Seiji, trying to act as if he sees nothing but the Shinigami. The moment he gets close to the gashes, Seiji sends a Sokatsui at Jeff. Already planning on allowing the gashes to do whatever to him, Jeff retracts them back into disc form flat against his side. With that done it was a simple task to send a surge of reiatsu into the beast seal while also sending some into his right hand, doing so opened a gateway just big enough for a 5 foot long Guardian hand to squeeze through. 

Jeff controlled this giant hand, having it move at 250 speed opening wide to completely block the oncoming Sokatsui from touching Jeff. The thing is doing so created a chain reaction setting of the gashes in the air. Moving as fast as he can Jeff ensures the only thing that gets caught by these gashes was his left arm. This was the sensation Jeff craved for, the arm was being ripped apart as if magnets were surrounding his arm and attracting his flesh every which way. That's when Jeff does something Seiji might not expect, he begins laughing from absolute pleasure.

Eventually the good time has to end for Jeff, but it certainly left a wide smile on his face. "Thank you for that, I couldn't have possibly imagined it would feel that gooood." Now was the time to really bring fear to the Soul Reaper, mentally Jeff reaches into the pit of his soul to the section not sealing Hell itself in it. In this section the energy one might see from a Hollow sits, continuously festering and being corrupted from Hell energy. Drawing on that energy his body would arc backwards some while the Saika giggles with glee. His skin feels as if it's burning as the Hollow energy begins coursing through his veins, suddenly he lets out one huge cough producing a mask to signify what this power is. 

With the process complete Jeff looks directly at the Shinigami through the eyes of his mask. "I hope you enjoyed the show, but I'm not done just yet!" Letting a surge of reiatsu emanate through his body, doing so causes the stub that is currently where his left arm was to begin bubbling and slowly growing outward. It isn't difficult to realize this is the process of the arm growing back. Sadly the guardian arm that he summoned was obliterated due to intercepting that attack, vanishing from this plane of existence and causing the gateway it came from to close. "Now, since you showed me such a good time it's only fair for me to reciprocate!"

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I Feel So Hollow (activation)- 150
Regen Activation- 75

[Ishikawa Seiji]

Nothing worked.

Not a damn thing thus far had affected this hellion enough, not nearly enough for his liking. During the invasion, he had ripped apart similar beings of that accursed place with only a single swing of the blade held ever so tightly in hand, yet this one was different. Greatly so. Not only would his typical tactics prove ineffective, in both a literal and verbal sense, but this one in particular seemed to simply be toying with him. Nothing more than an amusement in his path, for some such ridicule would drive them into indescribable anger and frustration. For him? It only made the emerald haired Shinigami all the more determined to get something out of this that did not lead to his death. Knowledge, information to be used later, anything at all. Stubbornness drove him without a doubt, but he was not so foolish as to believe he would win every battle. This thus far, seemed like one of those times. He would simply have to grit his teeth and endure until he could figure a way around this.

There was always something, there had to be. He hadn't graduated far before many of his peers because he was stupid, that was for sure. "Who ever said I gotta be protectin' people? Nice ta know even ya Hellion's are assumin' shit, unlike the Gotei, I ain' here ta protect people." A half truth, a partial flicker of information he would not mind sharing. Technically speaking, he was not apart of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads after all, no, he served those pompous old windbags that thought themselves holier than thou. Higher in standing than many within the Soul Society, save perhaps the most noble and prissy of all the nobility or the Captain Commander himself. Whatever the case, it mattered not and frankly this being could think of him what he pleased, what mattered was causing distractions however brief. It would give him time, to think, to plan and most importantly to find a way to disable this annoyance enough to get backup. Or send him straight back to Hell, whichever worked first would be fine by him at this point.

As he should have expected, the sudden burst of chaotic flame had next to no effect, blocked entirely and pushed aside like child's play. Even if he had managed to blast apart that same defense, it wasn't another to bypass it. To hit the target he was aiming for, the one he would much rather be blasting apart, to end this and move on. But he could hardly leave now, even if the Kido expert thought himself fast enough to perhaps try, his own drive wouldn't allow it. This would end one way or another, not in the way he'd like, but there would be something. And it came, an arm ripped apart viciously by wicked winds lying in wait under his command. Yet it almost seemed as if, no, had he done so on purpose? Thrown his own body into that path just to see what such a trap would do? Yet it seemed that was exactly the case, judging by the maniacal and rather unhinged laughter that soon followed. He was right. Shit.

It was not apprehension or even a worry for his own safety, but simple frustration that let his smile thin. Still ever present, but tighter now, a sign of how serious and dangerous things had seemingly become. Of course, what his meager senses provide him next prove to be troubling and downright bullshit in any other circumstance, but he knows not what Hellions can truly do. Better not to ask. But the power that flares, the reiatsu that surrounds the other is not the kind of spiritual force he would easily mistake. Not this. It is not just the seeping almost putrid acid-like force that encompasses most from Hell that he has met and slain, but the barest flicker of something else, like an ember just barely being lit - about to roar into an all consuming flame if given enough of a spark. Hollow reaitsu. The mask only solidifies that brief suspicion and wonder within his mind, it is beyond a shadow of a doubt now, power possessed far beyond his own.

A small and familiar child-like voice from centuries ago, his own he suspects that is normally buried deep within him, tells him to run from here and not to look back. Not to even bother until he was far far away and safe from the one trying to bring him harm so continuously. That he can't win this and to focus on his own survival above anything and everything else, screw everyone else that got in his way. He intends to, but he was no powerless child anymore or at least he didn't think so, survival no longer meant running but fighting until he couldn't anymore. Just as he had for hours on end barely a week ago, until he had to pull back for fear of collapse, resting only minimally before throwing himself back into the fray. It hadn't been healthy and he still hadn't really kicked the habit, he knew a few in Squad Four would probably suggest he be resting right now. Like others would. Not that he would listen.

"Struggling eh Sei? Let me help then, can't be worse then seeing you be flattened into a pancake."

A familiar yet slightly distorted voice called to him, that same tone he had heard when he last caught sight of his brother's form within his subconscious. His deepest dreams that left him jumping awake startled and shaking in both grief and fury alike. He had thought a lot on that voice, on what his sibling had said to him, a manifestation of his darkest thoughts as he assumed it. He could also hear the subtle hiss of his Zanpakuto, as if resisting the very idea herself, and that told him plenty for that split second. They may not entirely like one another, but he could do this without that aid. Even if the vocal intonation reminded him of his dearest family, that wasn't the case, not truly, even if he couldn't be sure what exactly this being was. That slight distortion meant it was the same being that had almost ended him before, with hair like snow and eyes like rubies, knowing of his every flaw. That memory of a blade, his own blade, pressing into his neck just inches away from cutting and leaving him to bleed out. That would not happen here, nor would he accept help from... that thing, delusion in his mind or not.

"Assumin' once again, I ain't nowhere near done."

With nothing else left to say, regardless of the outcome of this encounter, one thing was for sure. If he did have to go down, he'd go down fighting. Not that he was planning on it, not by a long shot. A rush of speed, as fast as his body would allow towards the Hellion, a horizontal arc outstretched from his blade. An elegant arc of destruction that he knew, like before, was likely to either be pushed aside or blocked entirely but that was fine. In fact, that was the whole point. A swift shunpo that followed the moment he was close enough, almost to touch, to strike, taking a chance on his own speed in order to accomplish this. Risky though it was, he had few other options, appearing to Jeff's left, leg already swung outward to knock him off balance during a second Shunpo and hopefully as he fell to reach forward. Blade trained to strike towards his throat as he fell, held within his left hand. His right however, was a blooming flame that swirled and surged with power, as much as he could muster at least. Thrown right towards the hellion's head to be unleashed face first as his body hopefully moved ever quicker towards the floor, all before retreating back, that is if all went to plan.

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{Reiatsu & Techs Used}

• Reiatsu Pool: 1,050 / 2,500
• Yotō (余刀; Lingering Blade) Used: 250
• Shunpo x 2 Used: - 100
• Sōkatsui Used - 100 ; Total OS: 312 (Boosted by Soyoukaze)

[Jeff Franklin]

While the stump of an arm slowly regenerates, Jeff listens to his opponent mention something about how they're not done yet either. Well, that's good, otherwise this battle would be boring. Not long after Seiji spoke, he went on the offensive. Shunpoing not once, but twice, in order to catch the Saika off guard and take his feet out from under him. Successfully done, the fool begins falling forward, shocked that it didn't hurt for this to happen.

Scoffing Jeff simply launches himself head first straight into Seiji using Hell Step. Thanks to Hell step, flames light up from his feet allowing him to push himself forward as if his feet were touching solid ground. Using his 250 strength, he would use this step tech to bull rush Seiji straight into and through a nearby charred wooden wall. It seems he didn't get away unscathed though, as the blade that was aimed towards the Saika's neck instead slashed a large gash across his chest while the punch shattered his left shoulder.

Pushing himself up Jeff let's the fire die off on his feet, the burn remains though. "That was close, for a second I swear I seen Brutus beckoning me through the unholy gates." Shaking his head to clear his mind the Hellion focuses on Seiji fully. "Now I know you still have some tricks up your sleeve, guess I'm gonna have to play with you a while longer!" The glint of absolute ecstasy shines from his eyes while he speaks. 

Squating down Jeff slams the fingertips of both his real arm (right) and robotic arms into the floor boards below him. Using his 250 strength he rips up two slabs of wooden flooring. "Hope you're ready to for my next gift!" As he speaks a slightly black tinted aura exudes from the cross hanging around his neck. For in that moment the Saika activated his sinners cross. Now anyone within 175 feet of him in this aura will have all there nerves are super charged, feeling everything as if it was 3x more potent.

The moment his sinners cross was activated and he finished speaking Jeff chucked his two floor boards at Seiji, one aimed at his legs while the other at his chest. When the wood leaves his grasp he begins moving forward, ready to grab Seiji with his robotic limbs and break the Shinigami's left arm with his right and only true arm.

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{Out of Hell Posts}Remaining: 8/50
Hell Step - 1

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{Reiatsu}Remaining: 6,125/7,000
Hell Step - 50 
Sinner's Cross - 150

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{Cooldowns & Durations}I Feel So Hollow Regen - 1  Post until Cooldown ends
Sinner's Cross - 1/5 Posts for Duration

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{Tech's Used}

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{Hell Step}Technique Name: Unseal: Hell Step



Mastered



Class: 6



Technique Type: Hell Art



Usable By ): Saika



Technique Element: Reiatsu



Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect):

Black flame sprouts from the bottom of the user’s feet, this allows standing in the air (regardless of location as it uses Hell reiatsu) and can be used to open and use Hell portals in order to increase a single step by 15 times the users speed up to 40 feet (a portal opens where the user exits). These portals open immediately and closes instantly after the user enters/exits them.



How to use technique (How is it activated?):

Pouring Reiatsu into the Gate seal of the user’s soul which holds the portion of hell while concentrating on the effect forces Hell Reiatsu into the users feet.



Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc)

While using this Technique the feet feel as if they are on fire and this sensation stops two personal posts after use, the user also feel as if they walk through fire every time a Hell portal is opened and stepped through. Every time this is used the amount of posts that can be outside of Hell is reduced by one and if used to stand in the air it reduces the amount of posts outside of Hell by half a post after for each post after initial activation. Must have mastered Merge and Seal. This cost 50 Reiatsu to activate (for poth Hell Portal and standing in air) and 25 Reiatsu for each additional post.



Made By: Some Random Saika



Reserved? (Yes/No) (Can others use your technique, or just your character?): No

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{Sinner's Cross}Technique Name: Sinner's Cross







Class: 4







Technique Type: Hell Technique







Usable By: All Hell Races – Akki, Nakabakki, Hason, and Saika







Technique Element: Varies







Technique Description and Effects:



We have all heard of the Quincy Cross of the Holy Quincy Empire, an item of reverence that no real Quincy would be without. Naturally, Hell cannot let such a beloved item go without being perverted, twisted, and corrupted into a dark mass that no longer resembles the original tool, and indeed, everything about it from its appearance to its nature have been completely altered by the Hell being that has taken it for themselves. The Sinner's Cross varies in shape by the user, though it will always resemble a small accessory, either a necklace, a bracelet, or an earring whose charm or symbols are customized by the user. Once this technique is created, this item will exist as a passive accessory with no natural effects until activated at a cost of 200 Reiatsu, which will then activate the ability inherent to it as a passive effect that lasts for five posts, at which point it must be refreshed to resume.







Unlike the Quincy Cross, which draws in Reiatsu particles for the user to manipulate, the Sinner's Cross is quite the opposite because it exudes spiritual energy. But the nature of this energy is what varies, once it is activated; it takes on the nature of the user's Aspect of Hell, and the way in which this manifests is chosen during the creation process for this technique. These effects are generally moderate in power, equal to no more than a Class 4 effect, and manifests in the form of an illusion or aura that radiates outwards from the bearer of the Sinner's Cross. For example, an Aspect of Fire might cause the air around the user to grow hotter, making victims sweat as they get too close and burn up more stamina, while an Aspect of Darkness might create an intangible wall of night around the user. This is determined by the technique's creator upon submission of the technique, however. The radius of this technique is equal to a number of feet equal to the user's highest Spiritual stat, though the effects will vary in effectiveness depending on the distance from the user (see drawbacks below.)







How to use technique:



Pour Reiatsu into the manifested Sinner's Cross, and let its effects flow out around the user.







Technique Drawbacks:



Naturally, this technique has its own drawbacks. For one thing, the effects of this aura can never be directly fatal, nor can they be significantly harmful, as appropriate for a Class 4 technique. In the examples above, an aura of flames can only create minor burns upon close contact, or an aura of darkness can still be penetrated by strong enough senses or a light source of sufficient spiritual strength. This technique only lasts for five posts before being refreshed, and like the Quincy Cross, the user must concentrate on keeping it active each post; if they do not focus, even as a side thought, on keeping it active while they are fighting, it will automatically shut off. As this is a constant effect, even passive posts taken while maintaining this effect count as combat posts.







The technique also loses potency the further out one is from the user; within the first 25% of the aura, measuring from the center outwards, the effects are at their full potency. For example, if an aura has a radius of 100 feet, then from the user to 25 feet outwards is at full potency. From 25% to 75% (i.e. with a 100 foot radius, from 25-75 feet away from the user) the effects of the aura are reduced by one-fourth of their potency. From 75% to the edge of the aura (i.e. with a 100 foot radius, from 75 to 100 feet away from the user), the effects are reduced to half of their normal potency.







Made By: Skoll Koryu







Reserved: Yes; Each Cross is unique to its creator, and cannot be taught.









Description: A lightly tinted black Aura extends around Jeff upon activation of the Sinners Cross (It extends up to a distance of feet equal to Jeff's highest Spiritual Stat away from him). While no actual damage is done with his Sinners cross it certainly has an effect that can weigh down on a persons mind. While within the last 25% (75%+) of the Aura while it is active those standing in that zone begin feeling unnaturally sensitive to the world around them, although it isn't significant anything that sends signals to that persons nerves are slightly more (50%) potent (Ex. A small breeze might feel like a strong fan blowing on them, a small cut may feel a little deeper and wider). When someone enters the area between 25% to 75% of the Aura while the Sinners Cross is active their nerves seem to be even more potent, in fact it feels to be twice as potent (A small breeze might feel like a powerful gust, a step may feel like stomping your foot on the ground, a small cut on the arm may feel like a larger/wider and deeper cut). Entering the area within 25% of the Aura (nearer to Jeff) while the Sinners Cross is active brings triple (3x) the potency to the persons nerves (a small breeze may feel as if sand paper is rubbing against their skin roughly, a foot step may feel as if the person jumped up in the air and roughly slammed their feet into the ground, a small cut on the arm may feel like a much larger/wider and deeper cut).



Drawbacks: Those with Pain Resistance 1 are not affected by the last 25% (75%+) of the Aura, those with Pain Resistance 2 are not affected by the 25%+ portion of the Aura, those with Pain Resistance 3 are immune to the Aura altogether. If an opponent manages to knock/grab the cross away from Jeff the technique would end.



Proficient

[Ishikawa Seiji]

There is nothing left to do but fight back.

So he does.

Only it doesn't work out like he planned in his mind's eye. Rather then a smooth and precise cut, something he'd spent hours upon hours practicing in order to get right and expend the least amount of energy in order to cut down someone in a single blow. Nothing he did, it seemed, amounted to much of anything at all. Yet it only got worse, bait taken and falling rapidly towards the ground, even as he used Shunpo for a second time he was already too late. Fate sealed only moments before he registers what is happening, sure he was faster, but that meant little when he was outclassed in every other aspect. A strangled noise of pain leaving his throat as the Hellion's body connects with his own and sends them both flying backwards at a rate he cannot stop without injuring himself further. The wood snaps and breaks against their combined weight, he can hear shards splintering before the added small nicks register, leaving small tears all across the back of his uniform from the force of the strike.

While the fool regains his composure, Seiji can do naught but cough harshly as his body rolls to the floor, only once more before he shifts. Forces his body to move, to shift and get to his feet again, grip knuckle white now on his Zanpakuto as he gets up again. Too stubborn to stay down, not smart enough to even consider running some would say, but he sure as fuck wasn't going to leave now. All he needed was one clear shot, that was it. A hand reaching up briefly to touch the back of his hair, emerald hair now stained with specks of crimson from the blow, the faint trickle of blood flows from cuts against his back as well. But it isn't enough to give him pause, not enough to prevent the Kido specialist from considering another course of action. Injured? Oh without a doubt, but he'd survived worse scraps in Rukongai and come out of it at the end perfectly fine, even if everything now feels a little too warm. He ignores it.

"None o' yer shit is a gift!" He replies, sarcasm dripping from his tongue, even as brows furrow. To figure things out, as reiatsu flares, just what had the other done? Ringing echoes in his ears, laughter joins it and only makes focusing that much more difficult, though it certainly wasn't difficult to notice Jeff ripping up fucking floorboards. That much was painfully obvious. While he reacts in time to the first floorboard thrown his way, jumping over it knowing he'd rather keep his legs potentially unbroken, the second despite his speed is not something he can get away from in time. Slamming into his ribcage at full force and the pain sends him back, far more potent then expected, though he does not make a sound this time. The only sign of agony is the way his breathing quickens far too fast, so much it makes him a little dizzy even as he pushes away from the wall he'd been all but shoved into thanks to the sheer power of the throw.

That silence does not last, too busy trying to regain his energy - what little he has left, that he's caught. The snap rings in his ears and hurts far more. A scream to start as his arm falls limp to his side, abruptly cut-off just as it barely begins through sheer force of will. Not gonna scream, never gonna scream. A mantra in his mind again and again, just like all those times before. Leaving the Shinigami hissing and whining ever so quietly from the back of his throat instead, like a wounded animal seeking help or relief of some kind from somebody, anybody. Despite his best attempts, with his arm broken, his Zanpakuto clatters to the ground uselessly and with it go what hope he had left of winning this. There is no smile now, only gritted teeth in anger and forced upon frustration with himself. This can't be it, it fucking can't! That same laughter from before only grows louder now, black spots flickering in his vision. as he tries desperately not to give in. Not to black out from the sheer pain of it all and let it end.

He doesn't succeed and his awareness fades to nothing.

"Oh so sorry, but you're going to die now." The voice resounds from a once again-smiling mouth, yet the sound is twisted. Distorted almost as the Shinigami's reaitsu flares, but not quite his own. Something more, something greater. And should Jeff care to look, he'd see a vibrant almost mocking crimson gaze staring back at him, pitch black pools surrounded by the brightest red of all. In front of those eyes is a mask, mostly formed save for around his jawline, and similar dark. Like that of a fox, a trickster in plain sight that moves even quicker than before. A Sōkatsui released from that remaining useful hand, right before the Hellion's chest, enough to be let go. Brighter sparks then ever before, much like a miniature bomb of light and scorching heat in comparison to what Seiji had been able to produce thus far. Enough to grab what is his, it was so kind of Seiji to be ambidextrous, making his work even easier.

The laughter that echos as he throws a second flame rather carelessly in the same general direction is boisterous and amused, frankly he hadn't had this much fun in centuries! The poor idiot had gone and almost died on him, and they couldn't have that, oh no not at all. He had plans and for that, he needed Seiji alive. Or at least as 'alive' as souls within the afterlife would ever get. "I'd introduce myself, but seeing as you seem to like pain, let's skip to that part, shall we?" Fluid and smooth, there is no hint of an accent there, only arrogant certainty of what will happen over the next few minutes. Seconds later he is gone, it isn't Shunpo but it might seem like it to some, strike after strike aimed at the Hellion, small scratches to draw blood and cause a nuisance. While he loathes using similar tactics, it will assuredly work now, poor Seiji so unused to controlling powers that can rip another apart like a scalding hot butter knife.

Faster and faster, "scars" created in his wake and all within a few meters of Jeff, seen he knew but that mattered little when compared to the end result. Each little cut, every little annoyance creates a greater trap and one he knows the other will fall into. A Shunpo as he finishes things, in the air now and swinging downwards with a ruthlessness that just dared the Hellion to move, to take a step back and go right to where he wanted him. Blitzing the other as he had, there was little else to be done if he wished to not get ripped apart at the very seems. Ask to leave quietly perhaps? Ha! As if he'd let him leave now. If suffering what was this thing enjoyed, he'd provide it and then some, after all while he was out here, why not have a little fun?

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{Reiatsu & Techs Used}

• Reiatsu Pool: 350 / 2,500
• Yotō (余刀; Lingering Blade) Used: 250
• Shunpo x 1 Used: - 50
• Sōkatsui Used - 100 ; Total OS: 625 (Boosted by Soyoukaze)
• Kakufū (隔風; Second Wind) Used: - 300 ; Fifty "Scars" Created - Twenty "Scars" OS (If Detonated At Once): 750

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{Stats Adjusted}
Strength: 50 [100]
Speed: 350 [700]
Reiatsu Strength: 250 [500]
Spiritual Pressure: 250 [500]
Senses: 75 [150]
Instinct: 75 [150]
Energy Sensory: 0 [0]
Healing Expertise: 0 [0]

[Jeff Franklin]

Jeff so loved the sounds of snapping bones, especially when they included ribs. This of course was made even more satisfying after he activated his sinners cross, increasing the amount of pain this guy feels. Oh, how good it was to hear the soft whines this fellow was letting out. To see him struggle to grab his weapon, only to fail.

Figuring this was over Jeff turned to leave, there’s no reason for him to kill the shinigami after all. “You shouldn’t die, you Shinigami should be tough enough to survive this damage. C ya!” Without batting another eye the Saika turns to leave through the opening made by their “triumphant” entry moments prior.

Suddenly Jeff hears a voice from behind him where the broken Shinigami should be, a distorted voice unlike any he’s heard before. “Oh so sorry, but you're going to die now.” Turning his head to look behind him Jeff would smile, “Seems you still have more play left in ya? Well, unfortunately I don’t die that easily. Which is fortunate for me, that way I can enjoy every ounce of pain my opponent is capable of giving me!”

This certainly was interesting for Jeff, his opponent now had a Hollow mask of their own. Sure it was only a partial one, but it was there. “Ha, unlike me your mask isn’t complete! Does that make you feel… Hollow?” The Saika couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at his own joke. Honestly, he was used to that considering his usual company.l

Jeff’s laughter was cut short when a bright ball of fiery energy shot towards him. Seems the Shinigami still had a useful limb, good. Otherwise what fun would it be to pummel someone already broken with no fight left in ‘em. He loved that thought, fights were common for him, but tough fights were another story altogether. 

Reiatsu would flow into not one, but both his left and right arm. Simultaneously some reiatsu flowed into the Beast seal in his soul. While this did cause his arms to feel as if they were being crushed, it stopped the exploding ball of death from reaching him as 2 giant guardian hands reached out of gateways to his left and right.

Withboth Guardian hands reaching out to be in front of Jeff, the Kido harmlessly exploded against the hands. Granted those were now useless so they retracted back through their gates, but it prevented the Hellion from splattering over there, there, there, and there. It certainly wouldn't have been a very prety sight.

This time Jeff was prepared as he noticed the same movements being made, gracefully stepping to the side as the second Hado flew past him. With an explosion in the background followed by what sounded like a wooden building collapsing, everything went mostly silent. That is everything but the Shinigami who now laughed as loud and crazily as the excited Saika did.

“Now THIS is entertaining, what else can you do?” Jeff spoke at the same time Seiji said, “I'd introduce myself, but seeing as you seem to like pain, let's skip to that part, shall we?” Holding his smile the Hellion now completely turned to face his enemy, stareing him dead in the eyes. This fight just kept getting better and better in his mind.

Disappearing from Jeff’s sight (which this Shinigami seemed to enjoy doing), he appeared closer to him. Seiji’s hands were vanishing, signaling to Jeff he may be slashing the air rapidly. Understanding what this meant, the Saika grinned menacingly. Then when the Shinigami finished he Shunpo’d yet again, now above him in the air swinging down at him.

Jeff understood the consequences of what he was about to do, but why would he ever care about that? His reiatsu would flare as a red aura would flow from him, covering everything in a ten foot radius around the Saika. Following that one arm made physical from his aura would sprout from his lower back, wrapping around his torso and shoulders making a makeshift armor.

To ensure no damage came upon his robotic limbs they would retract back into discs on Jeff’s sides. Using Hell Step yet again he threw himself upward towards the swing from Seiji. This time, However, instead of aiming to dodge the strike he wanted to trap the blade. While the world around him inevitably exploded, taking his legs, he would allow just enough space for the blade to slip through his quickly made armor.

The pain from his legs being blown off made Jeff hysterically happy. At this moment he felt like this place was cloud 9. All that was made better as the sword began slicing into his right shoulder. Slicing about 1 foot down his second aura arm finally gets created on his back, gripping the sword before it can travel further through his body.

His two robotic limbs then spring out once more as he funnels reiatsu into them, allowing them to move at 500 speed and strength. With these two robot arms he would grab the Vizard's shoulders and bring the guy closer to his own face. Close enough for Seiji to see the Hellions actual pupils in the deep sockets of his mask.

Chuckling and coughing up some blood Jeff talks casually to his possibly captured prey, “That really was a good time, sadly my time here is officially coming to a close. So before I go I’d like to give ya a gift to remember me by! Especially since you brought some memories back to me, about the one Soul Reaper I did have to kill. He ended up being in a situation that lead to me ending him. Granted, I only say that because he kinda looked like you, oh well.” While he speaks Seiji could clearly see the mask disintegrating, only to begin reforming as Jeff once again draws on that Hollow energy to heal his wounds around the sword.

It’s at this moment Jeff gives Seiji the gift he mentioned, reaching up with his battered aura arm that was used to make ARMor,

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{Spoil tagging this because some might not want to read how this is done} he opens the hand just to throw some dirt and wood chips into the eye before rubbing it in some. This is of course made infinitely worse thanks to Jeff's sinners cross effect.

Simply put Jeff had attempted to blind the poor man, so that the last thing he witnessed was Jeff’s beautiful masked face. With that deed done he’d pull the blade loose and toss the shinigami to the side. “We’ll probably meet again, I hope next time we can have an even better time!" With that Jeff would begin opening a rip in the fabric of space, leading him back to Hell. Only if he succeeded in his attempt to grab Seiji, things would possibly work this way. Also, if you’re wondering how he’s walking? His aura arms come in handy as replacement legs sometimes.

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{Out of Hell Posts}Remaining: 31/50
Unseal: Undead Grip X2 - 2
Dark Skill 1 Release - 20 (this was half after using Undead Grip)
Unseal: Hell Step - 1

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{Reiatsu}Remaining: 5,150/7,000
Unseal: Undead Grip X2 - 200
Dark Skill 1 - 200
Unseal: Hell Step - 50
I feel so Hollow Activation - 150
I Feel So Hollow Regeneration - 75
Phantom Limb Boost - 300

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{Durations}I Feel So Hollow: 1/ 3
Sinner’s Cross: 2/ 5 (Concentrated)
I Feel So Hollow Regen Cooldown: 1/ 3

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{Tech’s Used}

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{Unseal: Undead Grip}Mastered

Technique Name: Unseal: Undead Grip

Class: 5

Technique Type: Hell Art

Usable By ): Saika

Technique Element: Reiatsu

Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect):
When used, this technique summons one of the hands (and arm) that opens the gate of Hell, flooding Hell Reiatsu into the hand of chose thus connecting it to the summoned hand. This hand is summoned next to the user and has a reach of 25 feet with a speed of 250 or the users base speed (Whichever is faster), it also has a strength of 250.

How to use technique (How is it activated?):
Pouring Reiatsu into the Beast seal of the user’s soul which holds the portion of hell while concentrating on the effect causes it to rush Hell’s Reiatsu into the user’s hand while opening a portal to Hell while summoning a hand from the gate of Hell.

Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc)
Thanks to the power flooding into the hands the user experiences pain in their arms as if they were being crushed. Upon activation the user loses a post to stay outside of Hell and for every additional post the user loses 1 post. The user must be within 30 feet of the summoned hand or it will recede back into Hell. Must have mastered Merge and Seal. Costs 100 Reiatsu to activate and 50 Reiatsu for every additional post.

Made By: Some Random Saika

Reserved? (Yes/No) (Can others use your technique, or just your character?): No

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{Dark Skill 1 and Overall}Dark Skill Overall Ability:

His Reiatsu now flows like a torrent through his body generating a 10 Foot Red aura around him, anyone inside this aura takes double any physical damage (Example. If an arm’s bone was cleanly broken it would actually shatter in that area instead). This aura is based off of Spiritual Pressure and the opponent must have at least a Spiritual Stat greater then double his OS not to be affected at all. Thanks to being in this aura any form of physical damage is doubled including environmental damage and even physical techniques (even those that use reiatsu) that cause damage to the users (The double damage does not apply to those outside of the aura unless specifically mentioned by a Dark Skill).


Dark Skill Level 1 Property:

Thanks to his decent control over the Aura he is producing Jeff is capable of creating two solid arms that are yellow, these arms can be created anywhere on his body an have a speed of 300 and strength equal to his Spiritual Pressure. These arms have a reach of 10 feet and when destroyed in any manner can be immediately created again for 100 reiatsu. Since they are created from his special Aura and remain within it's field any damage they cause to a being is doubled (This double damage does not extend outside of the Aura as the arms themselves don't reach outside of it). Although they may be more solid than most spiritual constructs due to the special condition they are made these arms are still incapable of creating shockwaves. The durability for these arms are equal to his Spiritual Pressure.

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{I Feel So Hollow}Technique Name: I Feel So Hollow

Class: 4,1

Technique Type: Hell Art

Usable By (Technique is available to which races?): Sinners

Technique Element: Hell

Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect): When a Sinner is pushed past even their far reaching principles something horrific is created, but is it a blessing or a curse? Although the need for sustenance is non existent with a Sinner they still may fall to gluttony creating a hunger that is hard to get rid of. What could possibly be so horrific that even other sinners are disgusted by the act? That would be the slaughter and act of devouring a Hollow.

If at least one Hollow was devoured in the Sinners lifetime a power will fester and grow within their souls, this power can be used immediately or take it's time to become useable as it is different with every sinner. Once useable this corrupted Hollow energy can take on a few different forms but one thing that always comes from it is the sudden growth of a Hollow mask whenever the user draws on this power. This mask is decided upon learning the technique and cannot change, if the user is a Saika then their mask merges with their face becoming the Hollow mask and when they aren't wearing their Saika mask the Hollow mask that forms takes on the appearance of it.

The power that is gained from this corrupted Hollow energy depends on if the Class of the Technique is 4 or 1. If the class is 4 than the user may choose one from these four powers if the class is 1 than two powers may be chosen.

1) The ability to fire off a black and red cero that uses the users RS and costs 200 reiatsu at class 4 as it is unrefined and requires more reiatsu to compensate and 100 at class 1 as it is finally refined and shows the users experience with this power.

2) Grow 1 Natural Weapon with the Class 4 variant and 2 with the Class 1 variant. (Natural weapons are things like claws, teeth, a tail, a pair of limbs, spikes, etc.)

3) Gain regeneration at Class 4 allowing cuts and bruises to be healed instantly, fingers/toes and deep wounds to heal over 1 post and limbs to regenerate over 3 posts, the Class 1 variant gives HSR where cuts, bruises, fingers/toes, and deep wounds to heal immediately, lost limbs and organs (Not including vitals) to heal over 1 post. If the user already has regeneration or HSR than their regeneration becomes more powerful allowing even the heart to be regenerated in 1 post (Instant kills can't be healed). Both Class Variants must be activated at a cost of 75 reiatsu for the Class 4 variant and 200 reiatsu for the Class 1 variant, therefore neither are passive while the Technique is active and both must be activated affecting only the damage gained from that post it was activated. This power has a cooldown of 2 posts before it can be activated again.

4) Gain a single extra sensory ability with the Class 4 variant such as the ability to see electric fields similar to sharks or the ability to see infrared, the Class 1 variant allows the user to gain two extra sensory abilities.

The moment this technique is used the mask appears along with the chosen powers, this lasts for 3 posts at learned, 6 at Proficient, and 9 posts at Mastered.


How to use technique (How is it activated?): The user focuses on the corrupted Hollow energy that continuously festers within their souls and begin drawing on it.


Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc) The cost for activating this Technique is equal to the standard cost for the class it is at. This technique requires extra work to become Proficient and mastered, the user must still pay the normal TTP required for upping its proficiency but they must also have used this power 4 times before it becomes considered Proficient and 8 times before it's considered Mastered. The powers must be chosen upon learning this Technique and cannot be changed after. Must have eaten 1 Hollow in the users lifetime in order to learn this Technique, this must have been done in a thread and not a backstory.


Incantation and Effect: N/A

Made By: The Unknown

Reserved? (Yes/No) : No

Learned Class 4 variant and Choose Regen

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{Phantom Limb}Name: Phantom Limbs
Description: These are a pair of collapsible, retractable arms that are installed into the sides of the ribs, directly below the arms. These limbs have speed and strength equal to the user. These limbs can completely collapse into circular metallic disks that are flush with the skin. Can be modified with the various modifications from the Kitai Shop, or with further commissioned items at Jeff's request.
Class: 4
Item Type: Weapon/Armor/Utility
Item Power (IP): 600
Offense Type: Physical
Durability: 1,800
Bonuses: The speed and strength can be increased by 50% of the IP of the item for 300 reiatsu per post.
Drawbacks: This boost counts as a Long Term stat boost, or a Short Term stat boost, depending on if the user uses it more than one post in a row.
Cost: 15,000
Crafting Skills: 4 in Crafting
Donated to Urahara's: No

[Ishikawa Seiji]

As one consciousness began to fade, another took over. Took priority and his rightful place, foolish boy barely knew what he was doing with such power and how best to use it to make this little hellion bleed and flee in agony. Despite the loss of one arm and the constant pain that was not shooting up his left side, broken arm atop a few broken ribs and all, that did not seem nearly enough to stop him. In fact, it only made things all the more challenging, with Seiji almost on death's door - he would have to clean up the boy's complete messes. What a fun kind of hassle. Even better, it seemed this beast from Hell was stupid enough to stick around, well it was his eternal death warrant he was signing. But perhaps that didn't matter to such mindless beings. A half formed mask or not, such power granted to him was more then enough to ensure his success and make sure that little brat never took back control again. No matter how stubbornly Seiji might try to.

Of course, nothing went entirely to plan on the first try. "Now why would I need a proper mask to beat the likes of you? Poor Seiji just doesn't realize the extend of the power he controls, my power." There was laughter that traveled from between a smiling mouth, manic and amused, partially hidden by the inky blackness of the mask attached to his face, though it certainly wasn't in relation to the other joking around. Oh far from it. 'Shin' was well aware there were a few things he needed to accomplish before he could begin with his own plans and goals. Foremost of those, was at the least sending this Hellion running scared, if not destroying it altogether. One less potential problem for later, and if that couldn't be done, then he could at least delay the issue for another day. Time after which, he will have had to not only lock away Seiji in the recesses of that world, but also gain further power. Something the stupid boy hadn't even attempted yet.

Unfortunately due to one such Hellion, no such plans would ever be accomplished. Not today at least. Blocked or stepped aside as wood splintered before collapsing behind the pair, an explosion of blazing hot fire, once and then twice. Neither truly hit their target and were he not so self-assured while using this mockery of a body, he could have even been worried, but no matter. A little challenge never hurt anyone and it would be a good warm up. Only things continued to go downhill in a terribly annoying way, despite the fact that this creature spoke over him, he would keep going. The sheer fucking nerve of such a low-life being. Time to teach this thing a lesson.

Attack after attack even more vicious now after such a slight, all planned, a strike fallen from above - like the power of an unawakened god he held - to make it move and ensure the creature's entire form would be ripped apart. Piece by piece. And it worked at least to a certain degree, one half of the pitiful Hellion completely removed, only the rest remained and seemed to function just fine. Now that was a problem. The worse part of it was quite simple, an armor made wasn't enough to stop his blade from slipping past, funneled with reiatsu and powered by the weakening air around him. While an arm forms, he pushes rapidly against it, hoping to dig deeper into flesh and partially slice this being's body in twain. Unfortunately the sheer force he possesses even augmented beyond the boy's usual limits is simply not enough even then, a fact that angers the hollow to no end, how dare this insignificant thing get in his way!?

It is perhaps the sudden jolt of being grabbed that awakens the trapped Kido Corps Officer to fight back all the more, even as the one controlling his form struggling tirelessly. To fast to react and too strong of a grip to move out of, save blowing off his own arms and that was a sacrifice even 'Shin' was not willing to make, such limbs were needed. Useless as they were right now. The further hysterical laughter proved no longer to be amusing, but such a bore and a nuisance at that, he should've ripped out this thing's vocal cords when he had the chance dammit! What gets the one locked within his own world to truly fight back however, begins when the Hellion speaks to his form for one last time, damaged as his body was there was no fucking way he was dying while being controlled by this fucking bastard! No way in hell! "I said get the fuck out already!" A yell from within, and had he the arms to do so he would've ripped at his own mask.

Instead it merely begins to fade, right as pain takes over, so much so that even 'Shin' screams in both rage and agony just as control is granted to Seiji once more. Then such pain hits him, body broken and now his sight, he can only try to thrash his head about to get rid of whatever had been stuck between them, but it does very little. He does not scream as his inner hollow does, only groan and whimper in pain he cannot seem to escape. Vision already hazy, he can feel drops of crimson rolling down both eyes, along with whatever else was bleeding both internally and externally on his form. Everything hurt, he just wanted rest, instead that sleep would likely be his end and he had accomplished nothing at all. Not for himself, or even in the name of his family that had been reduced to nothingness. Now he knew why.

Only as he finds his own blade removed without his will, little strength left as he's tossed to the ground, hitting with a loud thud. Yup, that was definitely another bone broken somewhere. Done in such a manner that even his own Zanpakuto is out of his reach of his one semi-still working arm and hand, no matter how much he tries to grasp for it. He can still feel his own power, fluctuating reiatsu given his released state, but even that is starting to wane, he can't properly hear Kaze anymore either. Like having to yell through layers of concentrate, her surprisingly worried shouts do not reach him one bit. Anger and energy enough returns briefly as his battered body and mind take in what was said, so he was the one. Ludwig was wrong, but that mattered little, he knew and thus he had a target.

"YOU BASTARD!"

It is the only thing he had the resolve left to shout, what exactly he was calling Jeff such for, well the Hellion could damn well figure it out himself. It did little but strain his lungs and ribs alike. As the adrenaline began to fade once the other left, and his own power in turn fell as well, sealed away as a seeming act of preservation he was left alone. A storm on the horizon, eventually turning to rainfall as the minutes passed, even the droplets of water from above hurt. Ached with every breath he struggled to draw in, no part of his soul to offer him comfort or reassure, or tell him to fight back - nothing but pain. Alone as he was, Rukongai still naught but a destroyed mess, he did not bother to hide his pain anymore. Groaning in agony, vision blurred and agonizing to even try and keep his eyes open for more than a few seconds, but he'd be damned if he wouldn't try. Even if both his arms felt useless and his whole body ached, his legs still worked.

Enough to struggle onto his knees, and even stand shakily, swaying and nearly toppling over again as he half bent to grasp at his Zanpakuto. Still in tact thank whatever luck granted him such a mercy, a shaking right hand sheathing the weapon as he coughed. Harsh enough to shake his own form completely, to force him to lean against the broken jagged remains of a building. It ripped at the remains of his uniform, not that he cared, one eye held tightly shut as if to ward off the pain. Blurred with one eye, the worrying sight was from what he had coughed up. Blood and a very concerning amount of it, based on what he could vaguely tell, despite all that he stumbled forward. Basing his steps on memory more than what little he could see, it hurt to look and hurt to keep his eyes shut, he couldn't win, and trying to get any of what had been shoved in would likely only make it worse. He'd just have to suffer and keep going.

Move....

Move dammit... I can't.. afford to pass out now... won't be... found...

Move!

Pushing further and further, a mantra to keep going, no matter how slow his steps became. The fact that he could still manage to drag his battered and damaged body forward was a sheer miracle, breaths growing heavier with each trickle of movement, all the more difficult to draw in the much needed oxygen to keep his remaining organs working. It was likely useless, but he persisted regardless, if he could get even a little closer to the Seireitei. There might be a chance, a possibility of at least being found and let to rest properly, rather then just some body dumped upon the street among millions. Yet his form would carry him no further and once his legs gave out, that was it, another bruise likely across his left shoulder, but what did it matter. He wasn't even into a different district, let alone near enough, a quiet groan left him. Bloodied and beaten, his will and sheer stubbornness only worked for so long and this it seemed was it.

The world went black.

And nothingness consumed him.

[Kitai Yoru]

Jeff: 40 Paragraphs, 400 TP awarded, plus 100 TP for winning
Seiji: 38 paragraphs, 380 TP awarded