Christening the New Ship - Adventure - R - DP - Extreme

[Ludwig Verrlicht]

Name: - Christening the New Ship


Participants: - Class 3 and up


Location: - Moscow, Russia


Difficulty Level: - Hard or Extreme (Player Choice)


Setting: DP minimum, can be bumped to DE on player decision.


Plotline: 


Several months back a mountain suddenly disappeared. All organizations seemingly unable to have determined just how such a feat is possible. Mountains have sooner been destroyed than simply picked up and placed in one's pocket. The question finally has its answer. The Vandenriech sent one of their own to the Appalachian Mountains, cut into the base, and through Emperor knows how, whisked it away to the Silbern. But how are all the organizations aware of this monumental feat? Simple, the Vandenriech and more specifically, The Emperor has decided to play a single card out of his All-Knowing hand. On his order Niflheim, the newly constructed flying fortress of the Vandenriech has been sent out to the Human World for a show of power. With newly constructed defenses, a few experimental magics, and the assistance of a handful of high ranking Vandenriech soldiers this should be a piece of cake to ensure the display of power goes smoothly, right?

Maybe. Upon the Niflheim being released through nothing short of a dimensional gate, all organizations across the realms were nearly immediately informed to the fortress's presence. The Gotei 13 had their sensor blaring regarding spiritual levels not seen since the Hell Invasion. Xcution and Uzaki Enterprises had immediately been informed by members of their organizations that are at Ground Zero about the new development. Las Noches has had their Exequias leader themself report to Kouhai with regards to this information while the Sanctus has been informed by their demonic scryers. A subsection of their ranks that deal entirely with monitoring the worlds at large.

For those who are Vandenriech Affiliated your task is to defend the flying fortress from all invading forces using defenses built into the Ice Castle. (At most I will accept 3 but would prefer 2.) For everyone else, you are all tasked with destroying this thing where it floats. Not an easy task as it has a defensive barrier surrounding it as well as the specific occupants that lie within.




Estimated Enemy Strength: Class 3 and up. Class 0's will only be a possibility if there are any Class 0 player characters.


Estimated Time Until Completion: Minimum 3 but really as long as it takes for one side to win or lose.


Starts: When I have 3 invader characters. If we get two Vandenriech RPC defenders I will allow an additional invader character.


Special Conditions:


- Players involved all need to make a decision regarding if they want this thread to be Extreme or Hard. As well as if they want this to be a DP thread or a DE thread.

- Additionally, the goal of this thread is to destroy the flying fortress above all else. This will come in the form of achieving certain goals. 

1. Destroying or Bypassing Niflheim's Barrier. (Both are possible.)

2. Defeating all High-Ranking Soldiers (4 total and this does include Vandenriech RPC's. This will go to 5 if two Vandenriech RPC's sign up for the defense force.)

or

3. Destroying the power sources of Niflheim. There are 4 total and are as follows. Auxiliary Cores and Main Core. If 3 Auxiliary Cores are destroyed the ship will crash due to each core assisting in maintaining the Niflheim's altitude. Or destroy the Main Core and it crashes as this is the main power source for the entire fortress.

4. *Secret Win Condition* This will need to be found IC but here's a hint. Destroying the Niflheim isn't strictly necessary. There is at least one alternative method of dealing with the Niflheim.

- If you join this adventure, the same character cannot be played in Across the Multiverse in 5 min nor The City that Forever Sleeps. This is to allow others to have the opportunity to join as well as diversify the characters involved.

- There will be a timer for each post. The timer is 10 days. If you miss the posting period, you're skipped. Posting order is determined by the first round of posts.

[Rozelyn H. Castellanos]

"Hiyori Castellanos, reporting for duty."

Voting DP, Extreme.

[Arcadus]

I will see to it that infernal thing is wiped from the sky.

ooc i pull for Extreme DE

[Nakajima Kimiko]

"Jūichibantai! We have gathered here today because one of our greatest enemies, the people of the Vandenreich, have once again declared their will to wage war against us! In his efforts to intimidate us, their Emperor has decided that he wanted to show us one of his new toys, and he has made sure to let everyone know how big and powerful it was! He wants to intimidate us, he wants to scare us! More importantly, he wants to use that shiny new toy of his to destroy us, the Living World, and everything that stands in his way!

This will not stand! For as long as we remain on our feet, it is our duty to prove to all who oppose us that none shall ever have the right to do so! It is our duty to face them head on, to brave them, and to destroy them as they would destroy us! So, today, I ask you this and only this...

COME WITH ME!

Together, we shall break that Emperor's little toy! We shall show him that its and its occupants' only worth is to be crushed, to be destroyed, and to be rendered asunder by our arms until there is nothing left but a pile of useless scrap and blood! We shall prove to him that there is no greater weapon in the entire realm than the people of Jūichibantai!

For our home! For our Soul Society!"

Voting DP. Can go Hard or Extreme, but would prefer the latter.

[Celes Castellanos]

"The Vandenreich finally made a move, huh? I wonder if she will be there..."

Yall know my stance on DE. Voting for DP. Fine with extreme <3

[Caesar]

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{For the sake of this thread and from now on. Caesars FC is}

"Son. Do you remember why you join this Kaiser's Great Corp?" Caesar stood in front of the Mural dedicated to Der Kaiser. Him and all his glory shining, portraying a great Quincy defending all of Quincy kind. His eyes gazed upon Der Kaisers' eyes. "I did it because of what this Great Man's Corp stands for. For my Fellow Quincy that walked all forms of life can do what we were meant to do and that is to better all life, to better the world for everyone. Vandenreich! Get this done and I promise you R&R."
Voting DP, Extreme

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

“So he’s finally lifted a hand huh. Good time to cut it off then”

DE / Extreme

[Ludwig Verrlicht]

The dull and echoing ring of an ancient grandfather clock reverberates throughout a silent room. The ringing was accompanied by further rings as the initial clock revealed the new hour, creating a cacophony in the eerily silent castle. Travelling down the corridors, through several doors, and finally finding its way to the depths of the castle at the heart of the Silbern. The Emperor's throne in his war chamber. The man in question turned his head slightly to see what his nearest clock read. "Look at the time. If I'm not mistaken Aneirin's final report stated, the new fortress should be completed with its testing. Time certainly flies when you are planning the salvation of those you must declare war against. One can only hope that after this display those who have been wavering and uncertain, those who know of the grace I extend to them, will finally see the light. My condolences to those who must be expended to reveal this worlds nature. And the rot within that foul nature. May their deaths be quick." With a deep breath the man took a moment of silence for those who would soon be condemned.


It passed however and the Emperor gave them no further thought. Instead taking a moment to detect the various connections he held between himself and all his subjects. Those lost and those who'd remained at his side. It took only a moment to find Aneirin's bright golden yellow soul strand. His gaze softened for a moment as he looked upon the tie, enjoying how similar it was to a setting sun. Golden yellow, edged in an orange hue. With a swift movement he plucked at the strand of energy, it vibrated silently as the Emperor spoke to it. "Aneirin, It is time. Ensure the Niflheim is capable of flight and that there are no further issues. Once that is done, call forth Caeser, Hiyori, Meredith, and Kaneko. They will be your subordinates for this display. Ensure the worlds learn well what we are capable of and continue, as always, to inform me of any opposition you face. The more we learn of our enemies, the easier to crush them when the time comes. Wipe Moscow from the face of the Earth and return to me, with all those I've given you, when all is done." With his message sent the Emperor returned to his throne. The room returning to the silence prior to the clocks toll. The Emperor's eyes glowed as he began to sift through the vision of his various soldiers, slowly sifting through the various sensory inputs from each individual. The task was out of his hands, it was up to his task force to complete the task. And he would be there, watching it first-hand.


Aneirin was currently walking through the fortress grounds, namely within the Inner Ward. A lovely spacious area with walkways chiseled out of pure ice and reiatsu. While trees, flowers, even mushrooms and other fungi found themselves in what could only be described as an extensive garden. As a connecting point between the main castle itself, the inner walls, and a few other noteworthy buildings it needed to evoke not only a sense of security but a sense of peace. Even soldiers of a lower station needed a place to reside that wasn't aggressively white, grey, or heavens forbid black. Blue was also a bit drab considering how widespread it was within the Vandenriech and thus Aneirin wouldn't stand for it in his castle. He sighed content in the peace of such a secluded haven. His body relaxed as he took in deep breaths enjoying the varying smells from fresh but cold dirt to the floral accents, and even found himself reveling some in the undertone of pungent fungi. Spreading out his arms he stretched as he continued to take in the scent for as long as he could. The Niflheim was practically done, it wouldn't be long before the Emperor called upon him.


That's when he felt it. A subtle shift in the world around him. He tensed for a moment as the color of the world faded to white. The forms of each object near him fading to a mere outline before also slowly fading away until he was simply within a pure white realm. Before he could begin to comprehend, he heard a voice and slowly but surely began to see the outline of a throne appear. Then with the outline came details, shadows, engravings and after that from behind it slowly walked out the man who made it all possible. The resident god of Quincykind. Aneirin immediately kneeled where he stood and waited for his orders. Short, sweet, and to the point. Gather the forces, begin the process for setting sail with the Niflheim, and spread the influence of the Emperor far and wide. Moscow would fall tonight. By the time Aneirin had finished hearing the orders and responded the world he left previous was now back in sight. The smells, sounds, and even the feeling of reiatsu returned to him again. It was nothing short of a vision and a potent one at that.


Slowly Aneirin stood up a wicked smile beginning to spread across his face. Canines showing and his energy steadily rising in excitement. A breeze flowed from behind, prompting him to move towards the inner castle. "As you decree my lord. I shall not waste another second to prepare a show fit for all the worlds. Especially those whose narrow minds fail to grasp just who they are fighting against.~" Aneirin with practically electricty flowing through his veins at the grand display to be all but ran towards the double doors. His scarf flapping around before him, his fedora barey clinging to his head, all while his uniform struggled and strained against his form as it was intended for formalities as opposed to combat. A thought darted through Aneirin's mind. Remember to consider a change of wardrobe. As the conductor of this show I cannot be lacking in my attire. What kind of show host would I be if I did? But first it's time to collect the cast! Let's start with Hiyori, she's been nothing if not unconcerned about working alongside me. Little does she know, the Emperor himself asked for her. I can't wait to hear her reaction!~


As Aneirin began walking through the main entrance, into the foyer, and up the grand staircase he pulled out a small spherical stone from his coat pocket. It was about 3in in diamter and polished to the point he could see his own reflection within the swirling green-blue reiatsu stone. It hummed against his gloves as he began to feed reiatsu into it. A dim light glowing from deep within the now storming reiatsu. To Hiyori it would be immediately apparent that Aneirin was moving around somewhere and quickly given his footsteps echoed on the hard floors as well as his mildly labored breathing from "walking" up stairs. Despite this his excitment couldn't be contained as he spoke quickly into the orb. "Hellooo, Hiyori? I know I called you to bother you recently but I promise this time I've got important news! And no its not about how I finally got those statues of our lord erected throughout the castle. . . Though if I'm honest that was a feat unto itself honestly. REGARDLESS here's the important news." Aneirin stopped moving as did all accompanying sound that wasn't his breathing which was steadily quieting as well.


For a moment it seemed like Aneirin had all but hung up. And were it not for the glow of Hiyori's own sphere, she'd have little reason to believe otherwise. And yet the anticipation and tension was palpable. "Hiyori Castellanos, by direct order of his Majesty, you are to report to the Niflheim as soon as you are combat ready. The time has come to make a show of might and you will be playing a major role in this performance. Additionally, and a personal request, please contact Ms. Kaneko Fujikawa. I hadn't the time to get properly acquainted with her and thus do not have a direct means of contact with her. However, his Majesty, has also ordered for her presence aboard the Niflheim. She will be crucial to our endeavor. Lastly, when you both come aboard make your way to the control room. If you recall it is the room four stories above the central castle's foyer. I will be updating all present about the status, capabilities, and layout of the castle. Additionally I will also be briefing all present about the mission and what our goals are. See you there!~"


With his last sentence the connection was cut between Hiyori and Aneirin. This left only Meredith and Caeser. The former was incredibly simple to get in contact with the latter. . . may not be so easy. He sighed as he made his way up the second flight of stairs. Caeser was. . . eccentric. . . even to Aneirin. Or perhaps more militarily inclined than Aneirin ever cared to be. Still that was likely why he'd been a General for as long as he'd been present. And with his reappearance, the Vandenriech was at a peak that it hadn't known in decades. The time to strike was now, while the iron was at it's hottest. Upon reaching the third floor, Aneirin took a moment to calm himself. Even out his breathing, fix his formal uniform, even going so far as to pull out a small cloth to wipe his face with. When he was calm he began to channel reiatsu into the spherical crystal again. This time focusing on Caeser's reiastsu. He could only hope that this time he'd get Caeser directly. The last couple times he got someone else. Someone he didn't even know existed.


Upon seeing the crystal glow dully from within he knew the connection was present and quickly spoke to the crystal. "Good Evening, this is Captain Supervisor Aneirin. Would I be speaking with General Caeser?" Aneirin would wait quietly until he got a response but once he heard the same voice of someone distinctly not Caeser he mentally groaned. Would it kill Caeser to not use it himself?! Whatever, at least the individual in question hasn't changed . . . again. Aneirin took a deep breath, calmed himself again and decided that since it wasn't Caeser that directly that he needed to be short and sweet about the message. "Understood, then please relay this message to Caeser. This message is more important than anything else our General is currently engaged in. Under direct order of His Majesty the Emperor, Caeser is to report to the Niflheim. Specifically, to the control room of the inner castle. He has time to prepare himself but ensure that he understands this is a combat mission. We will be leaving for the Human World, Moscow specifically and it will be within the next half hour. Once he is present, along with the others ordered to be present I will brief him and all others the details of this mission." Once an affirmation was received Aneirin disconnected the crystal from Caeser's. He shook his head while climbing the last set of stairs.


It was aggravating to deal with Caeser. Well deal directly with him. He'd undoubtably brought more structure to the Vandenriech. And his presence was inspirational, but it was tenuous at times as he had. . . idiosyncrasies. Very . . . specific. Idiosyncrasies. Still the Emperor declared him a General and he had remained as such and more specifically, the Emperor had left Aneirin in charge of this mission and the Niflheim at large. So, he could still manage things as he desired. For now, though, the time had come to get the ship ready to set sail or at least, start the preparations anyway. He couldn't leave without his fellows after all. Aneirin smiled as he reached the double doors, both made of ebony and with outlines of silver on the edges. Pushing out both doors revealed the control room. A strange and frankly terrifyingly colorful room. On every surface that was not used to create a walking path, hold an orb of power that manipulated certain parts of the fortress, connect to a pillar, or otherwise the only doors that lead to the room, it was coated from floor to ceiling in stain glass. Said stain glass upon first glance looked to solely be made of various colors showcasing different quincy generals, sternritter, and even noteworthy captain supervisors along with other important histories of the vandenriech. But closer inspection would reveal that while the outlines were the pictures described each window showed a different portion of the ice castle.


Hallways, rooms, power sources, you name a part of the castle, and this room could see it. There were even sections completely dedicated to seeing what lie beyond the extensions of Castle Niflheim. Aneirin walked directly to the central sphere. It was a collection of what looked to be stain glass that held several shades of blue but glowed brightly from the pure white reiatsu within. With a quick flick of his right hand, the glass shifted and revealed a panel that he could interact with. He quickly began punching in codes to begin to the process of starting up the cores of the Niflheim. A few additional glass panels sprung from the central sphere and surrounded him revealing different graphs about various systems on the Niflheim. Such as the power output, the defensive capabilties, defense systems, anti-hollow wards, security systems, and even inlaid traps that were spread throughout the fortress grounds. Gentle taps, beeps, and other soft sounds became the only sounds in the room as Aneirin worked to ready the Niflheim and slowly but surely, from its resting place, outside even the external walls of the Silberns capital city, the Niflheim began to rise. Slowly but surely being propelled by several rather large magic circles before said circles shattered and embedded their shards into the bottom hull of the mountain.


As individuals began to trickle in it reminded Aneirin that he had to request Meredith's presence and he quickly inserted his stone into a slot of one glass panel. It immediately glowed brightly as he spoke out who he wanted it to connect to. Meanwhile for his collogues he gave them a smile, excited and straining just a bit as the multitasking was a bit excessive as he was the only individual bringing the Niflheim to life. "My apologies but I'll need a couple moments before I'm ready to start the brief. Firstly, to call in Meredith and additionally to ensure the Niflheim's course is set so that we can discuss without needing to worry about who or what mans the helm." With his piece said he immediately returned to his start up preparations only to realize that Meredith had just answered his call. "Aneirin, what a surprise. I hadn't expected you to contact me until several months from now. Tell me, what has you asking for my assistance today?" Aneirin chuckled a bit as he pushed aside a few panels, seeing that most of the startup was beginning to take a life of its own and required less of his direct input.


With a smile on his face, he spoke to his crystal. "Ahh Meredith, it has been a long time, hasn't it? Too long even. I really should call more often but alas as usual you've found me out. I am calling for your assistance. Specifically for your combat expertise and your unique talents in fortress management." Aneirin chuckled to himself as he heard a quiet and almost dismissive "Hmm." from Meredith's end. He couldn't say he was surprised if he was honest. She was a woman of work and didn't like to be interrupted if it wasn't for good reason. Her castle didn't keep itself up and running after all. Aneirin sighed for a moment but pulled himself together and spoke formally and even. "Meredith, under direct order from his Majesty, The Emperor, you are to report to the Silbern. Specifically, to the Niflheim and more specifically to the control room of the Niflheim. I suspect you'll find it easy to determine where specifically as the reiatsu of the Niflheim is likely more reiatsu than you've seen in a several centuries. It is located just outside the outer wall of the Silbern. From there make your way to the inner ward and from there simply go up four floors and you will find a pair of double doors. You should sense a great deal of reiatsu as I have several reiatsu based control panels from within. Please be aware that you are not alone in this meeting, General Caeser as well as several other Captain Supervisors are present."


"Please arrive as soon as possible. We will be leaving shortly for Moscow. I will explain the details when you and all other members of our coalition arrive. Oh, and make sure you're as combat ready as possible." There was silence for a moment as Meredith let the words Aneirin spoke sink in. Then seemingly from nowhere she gave an affirmation and promptly disconnected the call. Aneirin nodded to himself and continued furiously typing and monitoring the remaining systems that needed to be started and that were in the process of starting up. By the time all of the called for Vandenriech members had arrived the Niflheim would be ready and set for Moscow. Those present within the Niflheim wouldn't realize the beginning transition of the fortress from the Silbern to Moscow but for the other worlds? It was only all too apparent. From the Niflheim's mountainous underside several new sigils appeared, massive in scale, swirling, and with many different arcane symbols swirling around and intermingling. Three main sigils slowly but surely formed, created of White, Blue, and Grey reiatsu respectively.


From each of these sigils centermost circles of power formed intense and compact orbs of reiatsu. These grew and grew until they began to reach a diameter of 10 feet across. Once all three had reached their maximum size each fired off a blast of energy directly in front of the fortress. They reached a maximum of 60 feet before it until the beams themselves seemed to disappear into the space. Then slowly the sigils moved and began to spin in a circling motion. As the beams continued to fire the space around them began to rapidly warp spinning allowing with the beams and creating a massive spiral just a bit large than the entirety of the ship itself. All in all, were one to look from afar, the portal generated would look akin to a spinning galaxy. Shining brightly and with several arms reaching out in a swirling motion. This same portal rapidly began to take place over the skies of Moscow. So intense in its spiritual potency that even standard humans and beasts could see the space distorting.


A massive pulse of reiatsu and spiritual energy was released by this growing portal. To any and all spiritually aware individuals this was akin to a world ending event with how much energy was pouring out. Layer after layer of space and the worlds between were being warped, torn, and overlayed to create a path directly from the Silbern to the Human world. And it wasn't even attempting to be subtle. But worse yet, what would appear to all those present was something that should reasonably only appear in fiction. It's base was a mountain, clear of snow and glowing with various colors as hardened reiatsu crystals had grown throughout its underbelly. As one would look up further they'd immediately be met with three distinct rings of walls that were slowly moving around the entirety of the fotress. Each a bright white, inlaid with dark blue glowing lines of energy, and outlined in golden energy that shined softly off of the rings. These rings continued to encircle a castle, crafted of what could only appear to be black and grey ice. Snow covered its rooftops, covered the various bridges that were extended from it. And even covered the upper layer of the mountain.


Extending from the main castle are six individual gazebo's that looked akin to small towers and were all connected to different portions of the castle's exterior. The culmination of all these towers and bridges encircled the main castle. Connected to the bridges was a large wall, with seemingly no entrance at least not from those on the ground. And while the remainder of the fortress would be difficult to tell apart it appear to be that there was an additional inner wall and a smaller glassier looking castle at the center of the fortress. To glean more detail, one would need to travel closer but as this beast of a fortress was making itself home in the Human World and was rapidly catching the attention of every organization it would only be a matter of time before someone or something could attempt to get closer and determine just what else lied on, within, or around the Niflheim.

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{Aneirins physical reference}

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{Niflheim (Floating Castle reference)}

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{Control Room Reference Pictures}

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{Control Spheres}

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{Communication Sphere Reference}

[Rozelyn H. Castellanos]

"Oh?" Hiyori spoke, laying on her back and focused on benching weights, "You know full well that you don't really bother me, Rin! Though, I'm certainly curious as to how that statue situation went. Lemme know when you've got the time, 'kay?" She chuckled to herself, genuinely interested in hearing how such an event had gone. Though, as her friend said, now was neither the time nor place for such.

For the afternoon, Hiyori had been focused on doing a bit of weight training. Thankfully, she'd kept comms on her person while doing so; she wasn't exactly the type to neglect those. Especially where she couldn't afford to do so. Though, it seemed that things were going to get a bit interesting today. Finishing up her reps for the time being, and putting the near two-ton weights back up, she took a deep breath. Sitting up, she listened to what Aneirin had to say.

And, as his words finished, and Aneirin hung up, Hiyori let out a bloodcurdling shout in frustration. "GODDAMMIT!" Her voice echoed, the girl standing up and straightening out her workout clothes. Storming off to the changing rooms, Hiyori promptly took the opportunity to shower. She wasn't going to show up unclean to such a venture. Such just wouldn't have been appropriate. Not when His Majesty was the one who'd ordained this entire operation, much to her surprise and frustration.

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Not thirty minutes after everything was all said and done, the door to the control flung open, seemingly fortified enough on the chance that something like this happened. Instead of blasting off its hinges, the door simply sung open with tremendous force, leaving a loud echo through the room. Storming over to Aneirin, Hiyori stared him down, genuine frustration in her eyes. "Aneirin, what the hell!?" She spoke, more than comfortable to take such a tone with the man. They'd been friends for quite some time, after all; such was simply normal for them on occasion. "You didn't think to tell me sooner that the Niflheim project was spearheaded by His Majesty??"

Taking a deep breath, she did what she could to clear her mind. As she did, a shorter woman with long ginger hair strolled in behind Hiyori. Letting out a sigh as she threw her hair over her shoulder, the woman spoke, her voice like silk. "Hiyori, you really need to stop doing that," she said, "you're lucky I had this door reinforced, anticipating such a reaction. Otherwise, that would've been the twelfth one this week you've taken down." Chuckling to herself, clearly amused by the statistic, the Quincy trailed in toward Aneirin as well. It seemed that few folks were in the room at the time, leaving others without having witnessed Hiyori's outburst. Thankfully, at least.

"Pleasure to see you again... Aneirin, right?" The ginger woman said once more. Giving a soft bow, the girl created what seemed to be a sort of computer panel in front of her. "Welcome aboard my pride and joy, Hiyori." Chuckling to herself, Hiyori turned back to face the woman. "Good gods, you were in on this too, Kaneko?? Why does nobody tell me anything around here!?"

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{Kaneko's Faceclaim - Akina | Sakura Arms}

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{Hiyori's Stats & Skills}
Type: Brave

Hiyori's Stats:

Strength: 400 [1,000]
Speed: 400 [700]
Reiatsu Strength: 100 [50]
Spiritual Pressure: 400 [200]
Instinct: 300
Senses: 50
Energy Sensory: 50
Healing Expertise: 0

Light Aura: 100 (0 in Vollstandig)
Dark Aura: 0 (100 in Vollstandig)
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Weapons - Katana: 3
Strength of Will: 3
Pain Tolerance: 3
Damage Recovery: 3
Martial Arts - Angehen: 3

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{Kaneko's Stats & Skills}
Type: Strategist

Kaneko's Stats:

Strength: 50 [30]
Speed: 300 [225]
Reiatsu Strength: 50 [50]
Spiritual Pressure: 400 [400]
Instinct: 300 [900]
Senses: 300 [900]
Energy Sensory: 300 [900]
Healing Expertise: 0

Light Aura: 50
Dark Aura: 50
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Calm Mind: 4
Strength of Will: 3
Pain Tolerance: 1
Hacking: 3
Networking: 3

Hiyori's Active Properties: 0

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{Reiatsu Pool: 2,000/2,000}
No alterations.

Kaneko's Active Properties: 1

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{Reiatsu Pool: 4,000/4,000}
-100 for Form Property Activation.
+600 from Quincy Regen.

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{Class 6 - Form - A Broker's Best Friend}
Beginning Kaneko's Bow Release, her Class 6 Form Property is a rather interesting one compared to the Form Properties of other Quincy. Instead of manifesting some other type of weapon, Kaneko's "Bow" instead takes the form of something close to a portable supercomputer. Appearing as panels that are able to be created, dismissed, and moved around Kaneko herself like something directly out of a sci-fi flick, Kaneko sacrifices offensive capability with this property to instead give herself extreme utility and defensive properties. Up to ten of these panels can be created at a singular time, and cost no reiatsu to create.

These panels function as one would expect from a supercomputer, allowing Kaneko to do what she sees fit on the web, but also have an additional utility function; instead of being able to fire arrows, Kaneko can instead spend a requisite amount of reiatsu to reinforce these panels, providing defensive opportunities for the girl should she be targeted with an attack. When reinforced, these panels have a Class equivalent to an arrow of the same Class based on the reiatsu spent to reinforce it, and possess a durability equal to three times Kaneko's highest Spiritual Stat. In turn, while these panels could be used for utility effects when made solid like this (i.e. standing on them in place of air-ground), they have no offensive capabilities like this. As long as these panels are physically-augmented with reiatsu, Kaneko cannot be dismounted from these, and will always maintain her footing and/or balance.

[Nakajima Kimiko]

A few minutes prior to the beginning of this new assault, far away from what the new battlefield that the Russian capital was soon about to be transformed into, a gust of wind found itself blowing quietly over endless grass. The gust, quiet and devoid of aggression, made its way over the many blades of green with a calm step, leaving them slowly rustling in its wake. During this cloudy day, where the sun seemingly remained incapable of fighting for its right to remain present within the sky for no more than a few seconds at best, it made for a soothing sensation, the kind that could only be granted by the shadows of the fluffy objects above. It also made for a cold sensation, the kind that prevented the warmth of the distant star from reaching the grounds below, as the heat of its great flames would quickly be swept away by the embrace of the wind. Every once in a while, the aforementioned few seconds of presence allowed the sun to cleanse this cold sensation, and by then, the cycle would begin anew, trapped to repeat itself for as long as it remained as such.

Against this wind was pitted a single man. He was old, with his skin wrinkled and scarred all over beneath his white robes, and he appeared to be frail and weak. Even so, he sat before a single chabudai, which harbored an iron teapot which fumed with the hotness of a liquid delicacy contained within, two cups that were clearly meant to not only be used by himself, and a shogi board composed by the greatest of craftsmen. At a glance, it was unclear which of those who remained at the table were stronger than the other. The fumes which came from the teapot were not particularly strong enough to battle the wind, but the teapot itself remained forever hot with its contents, keeping it warm for its next use like the ornate dragon design which surrounded its body. Meanwhile, the cups, the board, and even the latter's pieces stood firm on the chabudai, unshaken... something which the old man appeared to be unable to do, as the gust appeared capable enough to push him ever-so-lightly whenever it rose. It

Without a word, he sat there in silence, waiting for a guest to arrive. It was that time of the day, after all, a time during which he could converse with another. Nowadays, that was perhaps the only thing he could accomplish well-enough; after all, his body was slowly becoming too frail to accomplish anything noteworthy, not unless he put his entire back into it. During his wait, his eyes would wander from left to right, as though admiring the infinite fields that scattered into the horizons that surrounded him. At other times, they would focus on the assortments resting upon the short table before him with a soft gaze, as though fueled by nostalgia. Then... there would be moments during which he would find himself focusing onto a single point in the distance, a dot of white that had grown much bigger over the course of the past few months. This was one of those moments, when the wind blew one more time, enough so that it pushed the steam of the teapot towards his face.

In that moment, his gaze hardened. Of course, he knew what this dot was supposed to be; in fact, he was fully aware of its source, its meaning, and what it would entail should it ever reach these fields and even further beyond. This was a creation of the creature that infested this world, the being responsible for the pain he most cherished in his life. From this perspective, one may thus believe it to be his responsibility to go and take care of the matter by himself, for he was an inhabitant of this world. To leave it defenseless while he remained within it was nothing short of foolish. Yet, every time it almost seemed as though he would attempt to stand up and accomplish just that, he would decide to remain where he was. Again, this was one of those times. Oh, it especially was. Back then, he could maybe mitigated it, maybe even stopped it to an extent... but now, with a body such as his, all that his efforts would bring to this world would be nothing more than failure and misery. Nothing more.

Thus, his gaze softened, and so his wait continued. For minutes on end, it did, seemingly with no interruption whatsoever. The weather maintained its course, remaining unchanged, as though static. Once an hour had passed, the old man almost became worried that he had been forgotten. However, before his attempt of distance communication came to fruition, he would hear the familiar sound of grass being pressed against the ground by the contact of geta sandals upon their surface. At first, they were distant, as though they came from afar. However, eventually, they grew louder and louder, up until the direction from which they came from was made clear. Upon the end of this observation, the elder slightly turned his gaze towards his right, most notably towards one of the hills which hid the chabudai from view. A few seconds later, a figure would finally appear from behind said hill, revealing itself to him as it moved forward.

"Good morning, Shizukakane! Sorry for the wait! Dai really wanted me to help him with something!" would be the first words that would come out of the figure as it - or rather, she - descended from the hill to join the elder. She, a tall and smiling woman with longer unkempt hair and vibrant scarlet eyes. By her hips, beneath an obi sash, were lodged two scabbards that held what appeared to be two blades, and underneath them was the white cloth that covered much of the newcomer's body, the one which composed a typical haori of a Captain of the Gotei 13. It did not take long for her to settle herself at the chabudai, as no sooner than about a moment after she arrived, she would make sure to remove the blades from her obi sash, place it on the ground next to the small table, then sit in front of the old man. Of course, this was a sign of eagerness, a wish to correct her mistake that the elder most definitely could not miss. It was a small thing, all things considered... but it was enough to bring a smile on his face.

"Good morning, Kimiko-chan. You have no need to worry. Your many duties have long since proven themselves to be of quite the arduous kind," he would reply to her apology with a kind tone, nodding as he did so. There was no reason for him to scold the woman for being busy. Between the both of them, she was most definitely the busiest. She had her duties as a Captain, but also her duties as a trainer and a dojo master. Because of this, there was only so much time nowadays that she could reserve in order to continue meeting him on a daily basis. Even so, the fact that she even bothered to maintain these meetings instead of simply making them more sparse was enough to make him capable of excusing her late arrival, and so it was with this in mind that he went on to grab the teapot, and then pour its contents into the cups laid next to it. "I am very pleased to hear that your subordinate is doing well, in spite of the circumstances of his condition."  

The woman would let out a quiet chuckle then as she settled herself properly on the ground. Despite having done so, however, she still appeared excited. It was clear that she was returning from training, and that the energy that was required of her in that moment was still coursing through her veins. "There's still work that needs to be done before he gets the hang of it, but he's been doing a good job keeping up with the training regimen I have given him. Give him one more week, and he'll be able to go on missions again," she would explain then with evident pride in her subordinate, something which the elder made sure to note. He was very aware of what had happened to Dai and how long it had taken for the man to return to his duties. The fact that he was able to recover and do so without requiring any sort of prosthesis for his now-missing arm could have been seen as madness in the eyes of many, but from the old man's perspective, it was nothing short of exemplary. It was needless to say that Kimiko appeared to share his opinion.

In any case, with the conversation having now started, the two would speak to one another for an extended amount of time. Many subjects came and went, with each being as notable as the last: Kimiko's training of her students and the results that have been observed from it as of late, the outcome of her own training in the art of the blade, her latest excursions within the Living World to personally take care of a few special Hollows... If they could, it was entirely possible that they would have continued this conversation until the very end of the day. But of course, time was limited. The both of them knew that, and so they made sure to carefully the subjects that they would bring today. It was why they did not speak of Tsukuyomi's absence from his main duties as Vice-Captain of the Eleventh Division as of late. It was also why they avoided mentioning the existence of the little Quincy girl who once remained within Nijūkan North. Mentioning them in this moment, when the both of them did not have much to bring to the table today in regards to their matter... was ultimately useless.

But then, after a time, they would run out of subjects. It was to be expected, especially with so many limitations set upon them. It would be followed by a typical pause, and then the quiet slurping of the tea contained within their cups. In that moment, the Captain found herself simply staring at the man, analyzing him. The more she did, the more her energy and enthusiasm would leave her, until at some point, her smile would be smaller, concerned. She was starting to notice. Then, eventually, she left out a sigh, and her smile disappeared. "You look thinner." It was an off-handed comment at first, one which followed a gulp of the bitter tea that filled her throat. However, shortly after this, she would slowly lower her cup on the chabudai, and stare at the old man. "Shizukakane... Has she done something to you?"  

The old man found himself gazing towards the shogi board at that moment. Surprisingly, they hadn't touched the board yet since they had begun their conversation, which was something they usually did everyday. Perhaps they had forgotten this time around. Eventually, though, this realization would be replaced with an urge to answer the Captain. "No. She has not come to this place, and we have not spoken to one another," he answered simply before trying to display a smile that was perhaps a bit more reassuring. "It is only my worry for your safety that is making me look this way."

The Shinigami remained silent upon hearing these words. She would consider them in full, with a hand clenched against her cup of tea as she did so. The light in her eyes had vanished, instead replaced with worry and doubt. She did not believe him. That much was clear. Quite frankly, neither did he himself believe in them. He could try to hide the weakness of his body behind his joviality and kindness, but in the end, there was no way he could hide its inability to battle the gust of wind, or the light coughs which came from its mouth every once in a while after drinking the tea. In spite of this, he tried to hide it. Oh, he tried. But this would be useless against someone as perceptive as Kimiko, who, with another sigh and a distant glance away from him, would make sure to make this characteristic he unfortunately held as plain as possible: "Liar."

She would drink from her cup of tea again after the fact. The realization had forced her posture to become less straight and joyful, and instead more so perplexed, bothered. Her eyes had found themselves staring at the dot in the distance. Of course, she had noticed it too. Unlike the old man, she had found herself there once. She knows how it looks like. However, she doesn't know how to stop it. Not now, at least. The only thing that she has been able to do up until now was prevent it from coming any closer with "positive thoughts", something which the spirits of her blades had advised would be enough to completely stop the threat from coming any closer. In the end, they were not as powerful as they thought they would be, and it disappointed the swordswoman to an extent that she could not describe, especially given that the creature had personally threatened the elder right in front of her. "How much time do you... think you have before she decides to come after you?"  

There would be no response from the elder at first. He knew the answer to that question, or rather, he knew the answer to another question that effectively answered the both of them. Again, however, he was compelled to lie, if only to not hurt her in a time during which she needed to remain strong. "I do not know," he thus answered at that moment, doing so with a honest and serious tone as he found himself staring at the teapot. There were many meanings to these words, one of which he felt was the most honest. Unfortunately, that was as far as he believed he could go at this point in time. Any further, and he would have perhaps made things too much for the woman to bear.

Slowly, high above, a cloud above would pass in front of the sun once again. This time, it was larger. It covered the skies in their entirety, eating away at the azure of the sky to replace it with a dull grey devoid of life. Kimiko would find herself briefly looking above, doing so almost in an attempt to distract herself with the beauty of the fields, in vain. Unfortunately, she would get nothing but grey, and the brief sight of the great forest in the distance. This would go on for a while, during which she would remain completely silent as she contemplated what she believed was going to happen in her near future. It brought a pain to Shizukakane's heart - guilt - that he did not believe he was going to feel then, a feeling that almost pushed him to do something about it. However, before he could say anything that could perhaps bring this terrible moment to an end, he would be suddenly interrupted by something that abruptly resonated throughout the Inner World.

It was initially nothing more than an echo in the distance. Even with a great focus, both he and Kimiko would have not heard it very well. But then, eventually, it was repeated... and then it was repeated again. Each repetition would cause it to become louder and louder until the Captain would find herself frowning and look up towards the sky. After a point, she began to understand it: it was someone calling out to her. More precisely, it was one of her subordinates whom she had assigned to guard the gates of the barracks of the Eleventh Division. His urgency appeared to be apparent, as his voice was becoming louder still. She wasn't sure of what was going on just yet, but the fact that there was such insistence in the man's voice was enough to cause her to look back towards the Zanpakuto spirit with sharper eyes. "We'll talk about this later," she told him then as she slowly took on the look of the higher officer she was meant to be. In response, the old man would nod and look at the woman straight in the eyes.

"Go."

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Far away, in a place that could not be further separated from the spiritual, stood a single metropolis. An enclave of one of the many governments who remains within the Living World, it spreads far and wide across the western region of a great territory, and contains a great number of inhabitants that it has cultured throughout many generations. Its name? Moscow, the capital city of the Russian Federation. Throughout its history, the place has seen countless conflicts. It has survived the rule of many rulers, from the greatest to the weakest, and it has suffered the wrath of many conflicts, from the biggest to the slightest. Today was to be a day during which no conflicts should have been birthed, a peaceful day that should have been reserved solely for work and perhaps enjoyment to be kept for the later hours. However, unbeknownst to the denizens, a man resting upon his frozen throne would make the decision to bring about a conflict that was perhaps going to bring the metropolis to its very knees.

The beginnings of the winter season slowly fell from the endless white above upon the roofs and streets below. During the first few hours of snowfall, the city was but a mixture of red and grey, the kind to expect from the architecture most reminiscent of Eastern Europe. By the time evening had come, it had been draped in a coat of white which slowly occupied each corners of one's eye. For some, mainly those who came from elsewhere, it was a lovely sight, the kind that announced the nearest arrival of the holidays. For others, it was a rather grueling vision, as it announced the slow, but steady return of the merciless cold often attached to this country's winter season. Either way, the people moved about the city, finishing their time at their workplaces and their preparations for the upcoming holidays with their relatives. But then, just as the last batch of workers prepared to leave for the stations... something would cause the entire city to suddenly stop in shock and awe.

From everywhere in the city, the people watched as, without warning, the skies above began to distort. The air would appear twisted, as though it was collapsing upon itself, and the snowflakes from above would be sucked in. Then, from this strange air came what could only be described as a mastodon of fantasy. With widened eyes, the civilians of Moscow gazed in horror as, bit by bit, something greater than anything they had seen in their lives came to be from what could only be considered now as some kind of gateway, a portal. Finally, after a few more excruciating seconds, the aforementioned mastodon exited the portal and fully revealed itself to those below. It took a moment for many to realize what they were even looking at, though eventually, as the youngest pulled out their cellphones and began to record the event so as to publish it onto social media, there was only a single conclusion that they call all reach in unison. For some reason, somehow, a literal flying castle had appeared from out of nowhere above their city.

When Kimiko and her soldiers arrived on the scene, they found themselves positioned at the same altitude as the base of the ship, just a few miles underneath where the clouds began to be parted by the immense war machine. The swordswoman herself was staring at the machine with a deep frown. She wasn't quite sure of what she was looking at, but there was no doubt about it: this was the work of the Vandenreich. Even though she was no expert at detecting reiatsu, the sheer amount of it that surrounded the machine just about made its signature extremely obvious. For now, the machine had done nothing just yet; in fact, all it had done was simply appear. However, the fact that it had garnered such a great amount of attention for what appeared to be the entire Russian city was not a good sign. "Talk about overcompensating," she would mock at that moment as she analyzed the situation, doing so with a smile that reeked of mockery at first. Eventually, though, she would let a huff, causing it to go away fairly quickly. "I'm gonna guess we're gonna get gunned down the moment we get close to that thing. Pathetic. I should've expected this from the Vandenreich."

"Well, I can't really blame them. The Commies did put a whole damn wall in the middle of their country at one point," a voice came from her side shortly after the end of her analysis. It was owned by a Caucasian man with long and unkempt shoulder-length hair, and a short beard that was badly shaven. His azure eyes appeared to be tired, as made evident by the bags underneath them, but he nevertheless stood straight enough. At least, he was alert and ready to face the threat head-on. "If I was on their side, I'd try to make myself big too."

The Captain of the Eleventh Division would find herself briefly turning her gaze towards the source of the voice for a moment before she would smirk. She knew the owner of that voice. She has known it for a very long time. "I'm not really sure that applies here, Charles! They just happen to have gone to somebody else after their dear leader proved himself to be a coward like the rest!" Her reply was more so friendly banter than fact, and caused a few of her subordinates who heard her words to laugh. Then, as they felt her spiritual pressure begin to slowly push itself against their skin, they would begin to steel themselves. "Well, whatever! They can look as big as they want! In the end, it won't matter!"

"THE BIGGER THEY ARE, THE HARDER THEY FALL!"

And with that declaration, the officers of the Eleventh - minus Charles, who simply decided to smile instead - would let out various war cries, and they would all prepare themselves for what was to come alongside their Captain. This was most likely going to be a difficult fight. Everybody knew this. However, for the safety of their home, they would give it their all, no matter the cost.

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{Stats & Skills}

Statistics

Physical	Spiritual		Sensory	Miscellaneous
Strength: 158 (210-52) Speed: 700 (400+300)	Reiatsu Strength: 30 (40-10) Spiritual Pressure: 700 (400+300)		Instincts: 400 Senses: 300 Energy Sensory: 50	Light Aura: 50 Dark Aura: 50 Healing Expertise: 0

Skills

Mental	Battle		Body	Utility
Strength of Will: 3              Analyzing: 2	Iaijutsu: 4 Martial Art - Hohō: 3 Battle Analysis: 3		N/A	Charisma: 2

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{Reiatsu: 7000/7000}
Technique Name: Akuma no Ishi (剃るかんめき, "Demon's Will")

Technique Type: Other | Strength of Will Buff

Technique Element: None

Usable by: All races

Class: 3

Technique Reiatsu Cost: N/A

Technique Description and Effects

The projection of one's own will to empower the hearts of others. The user channels the strength of their very soul within themselves before shouting it out, most typically either in a short inspirational speech or a motivational war cry. By accomplishing this, the user is capable of bringing forth the Strength of Will skill of all of their surrounding allies by one point for the next three posts, inspiring them to go further beyond towards victory even if such a thing may cost their lives. A master of this skill is said to have such a powerful will that they are able to instead bring the aforementioned skill of their allies up by two points.


Drawbacks & Weaknesses

As saddening as this may be to those who may be interested in learning this technique, not everyone is born with a powerful will. That is simply a natural, uncontested fact that cannot be refuted even by the greatest minds there is in this world. In so doing, it is not difficult to imagine that this technique will not always show any kind of positive effect onto the people surrounding them, especially if they are used by naturally-uninspiring individuals. In order to guarantee this technique's proper success, the user must possess a 2 in at least one of the following skills: Acting, Charisma, or Strength of Will. This technique can be executed by those who have a lesser version of these skills if they so will it; however, upon execution, there will be a 50% chance of this skill failing to provide any kind of inspiration to allies altogether.


Made by: Nakajima Kimiko

Reserved? : No

[Celes Castellanos]

As the fierce cries of the Eleventh Division roared into the sky, an accompanying chorus of warcry's made themselves known. Just moments prior, a senkaimon gate opened behind the Attack Squad and allowed countless ranks of Shinigami to rush out. Accompanying the steadily amassing legion of Shinigami was their Captain, Celes. Stepping forth from the traditional Japanese gate, the Captain looked up into the sky to behold the massive castle that had made its home within the skies of Moscow.

On her way to the World of the Living, Celes felt that the descriptions of Vandenreich's newest project had to be hyperbole. However, it seemed that the report that had quickly landed on her desk was far from inaccurate. The shadow of the floating fortress practically loomed over much of the city of Moscow. A drop of sweat rolled down Celes' brow for a moment. Turning her attention to her own Division and then to the members of the Eleventh, it became clear that the combined force of both Divisions was a wise decision on the part of both Captains.

Speaking of which, Celes began to make her way towards Kimiko, walking through the horde of Shinigami. As she drew closer, the Captain flashed her a brief smile, "I'm assuming that we are not late to the party, ey Kimiko?" Her eyes glanced up at Nifelheim once more. "Looks like the Vandenreich has decided to pull out all the stops this time. I'm sure that taking this thing down won't be easy based on sheer size alone..."

Reaching within her shihakusho, Celes rummaged around briefly before pulling out a singular silver vial. Pinching the top, Celes brought the vial up to her lips and downed a golden liquid. She hummed softly before gulping and tossing the vial to the side to fall down to the earth below. She cracked her knuckles and twisted her neck side to side, letting out an audible pop. Looking back at the Eleventh Division, and then at Kimiko, the Captain nodded. "Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. The Eleventh can count on her sister squad any day!"

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{Celes' Stats n' Skills}Type: Genius

Strength- 500 [1500]
Speed - 400 [1200]
Spiritual Pressure - [400]
Reiatsu Strength - 150 [100]
Light Aura- 100
Dark Aura - 0
Instinct - [300]
Senses - [150]
Energy Sensory - 100 [66]
Healing Expertise - [0]

Total SP: [2000]

Pain Tolerance: 4
Bu Gei - Iron Tiger Tradition: 4
Martial Arts - Hakuda: 3
Battle Analysis: 2
Strength of Will: 3
Weapons - Longsword & Shield: 3

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{Celes' Equipment}

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{Amrita-Rich Tincture x3}Name: Amrita-Rich Tincture
Description: An extract of a rare, spiritually-charged herb, distilled into a drinkable form and stored in a soul-synthesized silver container.
Class: 7
Item Type: Consumable Armor
Item Power (IP): 100
Offense Type: None
Durability: 300
Bonuses: Necessary to use the Iron Tiger Tradition Bu Gei techniques, this tincture adjusts the flow and density of the consumer’s reiatsu, enabling them to use the techniques even if they lack the reiatsu control to do so on their own. While its durability lasts, the tincture functions as body armor. Even when the tincture’s durability has expired, its user can continue to use the Iron Tiger Tradition Bu Gei without refreshing the other benefits of the tincture.
Drawbacks: Ryo cost. To benefit from an Amrita-Rich Tincture, the user must have the requisite number of skill points in the Iron Tiger Tradition (Classes 7-5 = 1 point, Classes 4-3 = 2 points, Class 2-1 = 3 points). Each blow dealt to the consumer of the tincture damages this “item;” once its durability is depleted, it can be refreshed only by consuming another tincture.
Cost: 1000 Ryo for Class 7 + 1000 Ryo per Class.
Crafting Skills: Crafting 1-3 or Iron Tiger Tradition 1-3
Donated to Urahara's: Yes

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{Unbreakable Phone}Name: The Unbreakable Phone

Description: Behold, the Phone of yesteryear, immortalized today. The Unbreakable Phone, or TUP for short, is a six inch device modeled after the common cellphone of the nineteen nineties, with all the buttons you need to call up your friends! This device has Energy Sensory equal to its Ip, which it uses to detect the people that are most commonly around the user. This device has the ability to connect to them via a call, no matter what world they might be in! Except Hell. No calls can be made to, from, or in Hell. Intentionally. The recipient of this receives the call either from their own personal cellphone, the nearest phone they could feasibility reach in twenty seconds, or in their mind or inner world. Those individuals can reject the call, preventing another call for five minutes.

Class: 7

Item Type: Tool

Item Power (IP): 300

Offense Type: Mental

Durability: 10,000

Bonuses: It holds a total of ten reiatsu signatures.

Drawbacks: It's not a smart phone. Cannot use its IP for combat reasons.

Cost: 1,000

Crafting Skills: 4 in Crafting

Donated to Urahara's: Kitai Shop

[Arcadus]

Laying in bed, Arcadus slept soundly. It had been a serious time healing up from his fight against Hiyori, with the healing split half and half between his body and ego. He'd been healing primarily through going out to the desert, releasing, and using his releast to heal, then returning and resting. He was mostly fine at this point, but he was exhausted after the fact. He'd been starving as well, at one point devouring one of the hollows in his kennels whole before going to nap. 

Suddenly jerked from his slumber, Arcadus thrashed around as he looked around. The red phone next to his bed, the one Exquias had installed incase Kouhai or one of his hands needed to reach him. This must be pretty damn important for the red phone to come out and start ringing. Throwing off his covers, Arcadus picked up the red phone as he picked up a robe off the rack and began tying his sash, recievier tucked into his shoulder. "Moshi mosh, Ser Secunda." 

"Uh-huh. Yes. Moscow? And its flying? Ok, who's flying this thing? I see, ok, the white suited pricks, what rank is there? Their general. Well, thats pretty damn important, I'll be there." Picking up his espada uniform from the top of the dresser, Arcadus tossed it up as he grabbed his under garments and body suit. Slipping into the falling garment and tying his sash, Arcadus grabbed his scabard canon and revolver, tucking the latter into his robe below his breast and securing the cannon to his sash. 

Opening a Gargaunta to Moscow, Arcadus could already see the thing. A huge mountain, now floating high in the sky. What a gods damned miracle they were able to work on this kind of thing without someone finding out, assuming they weren't able to fit it in the silbern. But regardless, he had to deal with this. Noting the shinigami nearby, Arcadus figured it would be smart to lay low and make his move as openings were created, rather than trying to rush this himself. 

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{Inventory}Lucifer's Ring (Worn on left hand middle finger)
Class 1 A.N.G.E.L. (Worn as a gauntlet on the left hand)
Class 1 Proper Uniform (Worn as Espada Uniform)
Class 1 Bleeding Edge(Carried in scabbard cannon)
Class 1 Artifical Zanpakuto(Carried in scabbard cannon)
Class 1 Liquid Blade (Carried in scabbard cannon)
Class 1 Burning Blade(Carried in scabbard cannon)
Class 1 Spiritual Steel Uchi Katana (Carried in scabbard cannon)
Class 1 Insect Rust(Carried in scabbard cannon)
Class 1 Scabbard Cannon (Curved Swords)
Class 1 Colt (Handgun) (Tucked into robe)
Class 1 Speed Loader's (Colt)

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{Stats}Strength 400/1000
Speed 327/327
Reiatsu Str 400/1100
Spiritual Pres 500/250
Instinct 150/100
Senses 100/100
Energy Sensory 223/502

Charisma (5) 4
Analysis (2)
Cero (3)
God Form Art(Curved Swords), (2)
Strength of Will (3)
Crafting (3)

[Caesar]

Caesar stood at the very top of rows upon rows of bleachers. His uniform for this outing would consist of standard dress whites, white dress shoes, cleanly pressed white slacks and a Vandenreich uniform straight enough to bounce a dime off it. Whether day or night, afternoon or evening most of the time you would find Caesar standing over regiment after regiment of Privates, Lieutenants, some Captains and even rarer Captain Supervisors among the ranks performing various exercises. At this exercise, there were exactly three Captain Supervisors overseeing one captain each, who oversaw four lieutenants who each brought a regiment of ninety three privates. All geared towards casual workouts, their go-fasters in standard Vandenreich color. The only thing that was out of uniform for the General were a pair of black aviators and a can of RIP IT sweating in his hands. "ONE MORE TIME LADIES AND GENTLEMEN FROM THE HEART! I WANT TO BE DER KAISER'S ANGEL" [smear:FF0000]"I WANT TO BE DER KAISER'S ANGEL"[/smear:00FF00] A choir of hundreds sang out in return, at unison, in sheer perfect discipline. Their waves and the sound of grass thumping as they all began to mobilize. An army of three hundred, marching for a drill, they had fully utilized what the training field had to offer. Caesar personally reserving the training field for the entirety of the day's at a time. For this incursion he had believed that an army marching around Silbern may rile too many people, and that the field would be a great way to walk his Infantry. For the hundreds that marched they were expected to keep in step with each other. Forcing the faster ones to stay behind and ensure they kept within rank along with staying with their team and forcing the slower ones to not hold back their Brothers and Sisters.

"AIM ME TRUE AND STRIKE DOWN DANGER. DER KAISER'S ANGEL. BLOOD AND DANGER. I WANNA BE DER KAISER'S SOLDIER. UPHOLD WHAT HIS WORDS ARE AND SPREAD PURE ORDER. DER KAISER'S SOLDIERS . ONE TRUE ORDER. " Each word chanted as an army. Something Caesar want to ensure was a mentality that was spread within the ranks of the Vandenreich. Pride for what it means to be in this Kaiser's Corp. What it means to spread the pride of being a Quincy. To cleanse the world of the Hollows that plague everyone's as his he had done when he was just a boy at a mere couple hundred. As he jogged among the hundreds he eventually heard a chirp with in his ear. It was the communications specialist he had field promoted from a Lieutenant. While the Vandenreich army jogged for motivation, Caesar had the communication's specialist safe guarding the Communication Sphere. When Aneirin had attempted to reach Caesar for his latest traffic he would find, in a commanding attitude "Communication's Specialist Hamilton Speaking. What can I do for you, Sir?" straight to the point, while addressing Aneirin. Lieutenant Glenn Hamilton was her name, a mousish petite woman. Quite small enough that she almost looked like a doll in a uniform, compared to Caesar. She was briefed upon being given the device She nodded as her glances occasionally glanced over to Caesar to the best of her ability. Married into the Vandenreich whose husband specialized in the part of the Vandenreich that focused on the true goal of Der Kaiser. Once the message was passed on she had placed her hand on the transmitter for the radio between herself and the Captain Supervisor's leading their regime. "Caesar, Comms' "Send it" Her transmission sent and the message verbatim was given over to Caesar as he continued marching with the other Quincies who had continued the Cadence despite Caesar not providing more lyrics. Many had simply chose to create their own version, eventually combining and creating unified song.

"Roger that." with that he broke away from the Quincies marching. Their unified RAH echoed throughout the field as Caesar walked in the opposite direction. As he passed Communication's Glenn she beheld a proud face, she had accomplished her goal and in service to the General of all people. A Lord in her presense, this was in fact one if not the proudest moments in her life. Her pride bursting to the seams in excitement and stories that she had planned to tell her husband. "Communication's Specialist Hamilton reporting, Sir." he patted her on the shoulder, a smirk on his face "You can stand down Liutenant. Be sure to pass word to yer husband that I'll takea look at whatever propositions he's got for handling Hollows and I'll make sure its passed onto Our God Himself Der Kaiser Above." He stared at the sky as if expecting a portrait of Der Kaiser to have somehow been painted in the time he thought of it to when he glanced up to the sky but when she had gazed as well, she didn't see anything. "Ay-firm Sir.

His march towards his quarters was brief, a simple palm up to greet every salute followed by a nod and their last name. Caesar did his very best to ensure that he knew every soldier of the Vandenreich. He ensured that he knew every name from Last name first to first name Last and Rank in between. Knowing a name and respecting their name meant a lot to Caesar. Upon entering his quarters the lights had automatically acclimated to comfortable dull blue. Natural light complimented this by giving it a modern look. Caesar had ensured that when he returned his living quarters were changed to fit a modern minimalistic yet lavish feeling. He enjoyed simple furnitures yet adorned the walls with grand paintings towards Der Kaiser. It was effectively an entire home fit into a room. In roster form, from a statue of Der Kaiser, then portraits of the Vandenreich Generals followed by the Leadership of the Vandenreich. A way to remind himself of at least the Captain Supervisors down to Captains among those who also were retired or killed. His footsteps echoed softly against the marble walls as he began to imagine what he needed for this excursion. A child-like glee overcame him as he realized this was his first full on oppertunity to use his recent purchase. His walking quickened as he rushed to pack a briefcase. Several changes of uniform, his copy of Seine Pracht and most importantly Der Kaisers Holy Light™. He was always ready hours before the expected time to leave, and by the time the call was put out to meat at the Niflheim Caesar was already navigating the halls towards the control room. Taking different opportunities to admire whichever restroom he had found himself the closest to.

By the time he had arrived to the control room, he had locked eyes with the man behind the plan, the person that would be his Commanding Officer. A grin spread across his face as he marched confidently towards the man. He extended his hand, his grip forcing his muscles to show in genuine excitement to be doing something in Der Kaiser's name. "Well Break My Cross and Call Me Forasken. Captain Supervisor Aneirin. Let me shake your hand" Even in sealed form, his strength was a considerable amount. Whether or not his handshake was returned or not it did not mattered. He'd shook his hand with the amount needed to show respect without crushing his hand and hopefully that gesture was returned. "Lookin forward to watchin whatever siege weapons we got stored in her can do. Ya know as they said in that one movie by Tuentin Qarantino 'Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you.' Yeah? So this Grand Base will be the pure representation of Der Kaiser's Wrath. His Will. Amen" As he spoke his gaze wandered towards the ceiling, as if a ah, he was pretty sure there was a portrait of Der Kaiser somwhere in the art. "Der Kaiser I love being in this Korp." his grin remained.

By the time Hiyori had barged in the control room she would find Caesar in the corner of the room, affixed towards the different portraits, his eyes occasionally glancing their way, he was hearing their conversation but not listening towards it. His attention elsewhere admiring the ways that different shades blend and how different color can be experienced through different perspectives, he admired the his history, Caesar admired what it was meant to be Der Kaiser's Angel. He stared at the ceiling until it was time for briefing. When his name was called his footsteps followed walking with force between each step. Eager at this Captain Supervisor's attitude towards an equal. "I do not believe we have had the chance to be acquainted. Captain Supervisor Castellanos. I do know a little bit about yourself. But let's get to that after Captain Supervisor Aneirin's briefing of course." his stare moved towards Aneirin in anticipation. "Sorry bout that. Please" his arm politely gesturing.

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{Sealed Stats}Strength - [1,200 - 75% = 300] Points

Speed - [500 - 33% = 335] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [1,200 - 33% = 804] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [400 - 33% = 268] Points

Light Aura - [0] Points

Dark Aura - [100] Points

Instinct - [400 - 33% = 268] Points

Senses [300 - 33% = 201] Points

Energy sensory - [0] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points


Total SP: [2400] Points

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{Caesars Equipment}Name: Der Kaiser’s Holy Light

Description: This weapon is composed of a handle and set of buttons for its controls, ending in an emitter and its guard. It is a steel gray with darker colored dimpling. The emitted blade is a crimson red hue while the body of the emitted blade is white. When activated it emits dual ionized rieshi based plasma in a 42 inch blade.

Class: 1

Item Type: Offensive, Defensive

Item Power (IP): 900

Offense Type: Spiritual

Durability: 2x

Bonuses: This weapon, which functions as an emmitted plasma blade, differs in how it interacts with matter from other weapons. Consider this closer to a plasma cutter or laser than a sword. Activating this weapon requires the user to push the lower of the buttons and paying 100 reiatsu per post to keep the item active. If the item is no longer in contact with the user’s reiatsu, it will shut off.

Attempting to block this weapon without a current of reiatsu running through a weapon, such as a technique like Electrica or a similar effect, will result in the weapon simply continuing on its path to strike what was beyond the block. It does not do normal slashing lacerations as damage, instead burning its target, even to the point of entirely severing limbs, burning away flesh and bone. The second button, closer to the guard, allows the user to empower the blade by feeding it their own reiatsu, allowing it to extend one foot for every 300 reiatsu paid to extend it for that post. As well, this increases the item’s IP by 300 for that post, but increasing it beyond an additional foot does not add an additional 300 IP.

Additionally, due to the nature of this blade, the user is able to utilize it to deflect spiritual energy attacks, such as bala, cero, or Kido, assuming that the blade can cover the diameter of the attack. To do this, the user must have 300 Instinct and Senses or 500 in Energy Sensory, and to redirect an attack back at a target with any level of accuracy, they must have a 3 in a melee weapon skill or a 2 in Lightsaber. While this item does not take damage from attacks to the blade, attacks whose OS exceeds this weapons IP force the weapon to shut off, forcing the weapon to be reactivated.



Drawbacks: As previously mentioned, this item requires 100 rieatsu per post to keep active, 300 rieatsu to empower and to lengthen its blade. As well, it cannot block normal physical attacks conventionally, so any item that does not break upon clashing with the reishi plasma blade will pass through, now super heated. Using this weapon is difficult and requires special training to utilize more effectively, and so reduces melee skills applied in its use by 1 to a minimum of 0, besides a dedicated Lightsaber skill. Additionally, this item violates Disney copywrite.

Cost: 100000 ryo

Crafting Skills: Crafting 3

Donated to Urahara's: Commissioned Anonymously by Caesar C.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Sitting in his apartment for the first time in quite awhile doing nothing more than tinkering through various tools and weapons Asmoskon went about his day separate from those that he oversaw. Karakura it seemed was known to be where he was once again not just to the Vandenreich like he wanted, no but to all of the spiritual community. After the bounty attempt on his head Asmoskon knew for certain that most if not all of the major factions would be altered to his return. Despite his cold and ruthless exterior it was a little disappointing that Kazura had yet to track him down. Facing down the bounty hunters would have been far more enjoyable with Kazura helping him like in the past against the Vandenreich.

Developing something new was how he sought to utilize his time today knowing full well that his students required further time to practice what he’d already been showing them before any of them reached the next level. A large sheet of metal sat on the table in front of him when Asmoskon felt a disturbance. Something was definitely wrong and he could tell that much just by the sensation in the air. What he was feeling though he couldn’t really place it was almost like a horde of Hollows all ripping into the Human World. As if hundreds perhaps even thousands of them all began to cross over at once and yet despite feeling it, Asmoskon could tell it wasn’t anywhere near him.

Turning to his smart phone was all Asmoskon had to do though to learn that a mountain was apparently hovering over Mosco. A video being live streamed wasn’t a method that he ever expected to get such information and yet it was what he needed. “Mosco huh. Didn’t think I’d have to return there again.” Asmoskon got up from his seat over the next two minutes, changed his clothing and got his equipment. “They just had to make it look like that though.” This was something that the Vandenreich was doing and for it to be on such a large scale Asmoskon knew he had to be prepared, this wasn’t going to be another useless naive squad sent to welcome him back, there’d be a Stern Ritter there which meant he had to be prepared.

Wearing his Uniform of War while placing the Guren no Kamen upon his face Asmoskon concealed his identity for the time being as his reiatsu signature would feel like that of an Arrancar now. The two crosses on his person and the bracelet on his right wrist with the only other addition being the few ginto tubes kept on his uniform belt. It was now time to get to Mosco, moving to the bathroom he gazed at the symbol on the wall drawn in his blood. Concentrating Asmoskon feels out the locations, all of his markers, all of his points and after a couple of moments the Quincy would vanish teleporting himself into an abandoned building on the outskirts of Mosco where that same symbol was marked from several years in the past. “Time to start hunting down pirates.”

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{Stats & Skills}Strength ❖ 150-50%=75
Speed ❖ 400
Spiritual Pressure ❖ 350
Reiatsu Strength ❖ 400x2=800
Light Aura ❖ 80
Dark Aura ❖ 20
Instinct ❖ 300
Senses ❖ 300
Energy sensory ❖ 200
Healing Expertise ❖ 0

•[Weapons: Archery] [4]
•[Acrobatics] [3]
•[Strength of Will] [4]
•[Battle Analysis] [3]
•[Battle Focus] [2]
•[Crafting] [3]

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{Equipment}Name: Uniform of War
Description: The uniform of Xcution’s former military crafted by Asmoskon. A uniform that has been given purpose once again no longer under the flag of Xcution, but the Masurao family directly. Those of the Masurao family may request one. The attire consists of multiple sections the main one that most instantly sees is the long sleeve black coat. The coat has two lines of six buttons running down the center vertically. Either of these button lines is actually where the coat can be unbuttoned and taken off, the location is actually decided upon crafting for each individual based on their dominant hand which will reach over to the furthest line across their chest.

The coat has red Epaulette on each shoulder with golden edging, the epaulette orange the dominant side has a golden Aiguillette that’s connected from the front down to the center of the chest. The uniform has a belt with a black center line and white above and below. In the center of the belt is a crimson buckle taking the appearance of the Masurao circular family crest. Other than that the uniform consists of long black trousers and black boots/shoes. It should be noted though that females can have a skirt instead if they wish to alternate the uniform just a bit more in a feminine manner.
Class: 2
Item Type: Armor
Item Power (IP): 700
Offense Type: Physical
Durability: 2x IP
Bonuses: The uniform of a Quincy family most would suspect to aid them in absorbing the reiatsu from the environment, something similar to the cross each one possesses. Instead though this uniform aids not just Quincy, but anyone wearing it with their spiritual projectiles. It doesn’t matter what sort of projectile whether it be Cero, Kido, Arrows, etc if it’s formed from the wearer's reiatsu and it’s a projectile it can work. What’s it do? The wearer of this uniform by infusing their reiatsu further with the projectile can either enhance its speed or size. Paying 150 reiatsu increases the speed of a single projectile by 250 or increases its size to that of a spear or cannonball depending on shape of projectile. This can be done up to three times in a post. Paying 300 reiatsu will double these effects but can only be done once per post.


Name: Guren no Kamen
Description: A thick metal mask of considerable weight with a very aggressive look to it with intense downturned brows. The face is very angular with a strong nose. The mask instead of having a mouth has four slit openings vertically that are only about the size of a pencil in thickness. The mouth looks almost like it’s screaming despite the mouth being partially connected. The mask is colored crimson red with pitch black markings that resemble many circles. The eye holes have black lenses that hide the eyes of the wearer. Once put on the mask stays attached using then reiatsu of the wearer like glue. It can be taken off when the wearer suppresses their reiatsu in the same manner as one would to hide themselves normally.
Class: 1
Item Type: Utility/Armor
Item Power (IP): 800
Offense Type: N/A
Durability: 1200
Bonuses: This mask is made from Spirit Ore granting it all the positives and negatives of that material. Additionally though the mask has been built with two other functions the first of which are the four slits over the mouth. By infusing reiatsu into the mask, poison is prevented from entering the slits. This enables the wearer to maneuver through poisoned areas without harm for a short period. So long as the poison doesn’t possess a superior OS/IP to the mask. (2 posts/costs 100 reiatsu, cooldown of 2 posts)
The moment the mask is put on the reiatsu signature of the user is altered in sensation to that of 100 Dark Aura and the feeling of an Arrancar. Those that can sense reiatsu will feel the wearer is an Arrancar with only those few truly gifted at sensing reiatsu being able to peer at the true nature. (+400 ES)
Any reiatsu type attacks that make contact with the mask are bounced back on the same path they traveled. This will cause projectiles such as Arrows or Beams to reflect back at the originator. Melee attacks that use reiatsu have the reiatsu portion reflected onto the user while the physical portion is unaffected. Reiatsu that isn’t inherently offensive such as smoke will stay near the mask, but will be kept a foot away. Attacks that possess superior OS or are Class +2 cannot be reflected. Increases the strength requirement to move by 25.

[Ludwig Verrlicht]

Vandenriech NPC's Specific:


Aneirin was busy checking the output of the various reactor cores when he felt Caeser making his way towards him. His could feel a couple beads of sweat making their way down the back of his neck and once the man in question entered Aneirin was already wishing he didn't have to deal with him directly. Alone. Emperor above, save me. Aneirin quickly finished up what he was working on and gave Caeser his full attention. With a small shake in his arm, he reached his hand out towards Caeser, praying desperately to the Emperor that his arm wouldn't be broken by Caesers grip. For what it was worth, he did put as much backbone as he could into the shake, but Aneirin was not a physically strong man by any means. Compared to Caeser's sealed state? It'd feel like a limp fish was in his hand. "Good evening to you as well General Caeser. So glad to see you came so quickly . . . Before anyone else. Hopefully the castle is up to your standards? If there's any questions, please wait until the brief starts but know that I did get your list of requests. The evacuation pods, infirmary, as well as the statues have all been set up and are as cutting edge as the Vandenriech can create. I'll be certain to go over them specifically so that we're all on the same page."

Aneirin watched Caeser from there on until he finally went to look at the various stain glass windows. He let out a quiet breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Then realized his hand was still attached to him, not broken. Thank the Emperor. Now bac- The double doors slammed open and there came the next of the group, someone he could and had hoped would come first. He saw the look of frustration on her face. The annoyance bleeding out from her soul as well as her expression and any fear Aneirin had was swept away as he began chuckling to himself and acting like he hadn't just looked her dead in the eye as she walked in. He was forced to acknowledge her when she grabbed him by the collar and forced him to look at her. To this he couldn't help but laugh despite trying his hardest not to. "Well hello Hiyori! Sorry I didn't realize you had entered. And if your soul is anything to go by it seems like you just came from the gym. Why do you even go there? Do you not have enough muscles yet? Hehehe~"

As soon as he was let go Aneirin wiped away a few tears from his face before he smiled more genuinely at Hiyori. Quickly raising both hands up and to either side of his face. "Now now Hiyori, please bear with me I did have a very specific reason I didn't tell you. . . You would have never left this mountain, now ship, AND you'd have tried to do something on here. And if we're both honest, your strength really wouldn't have helped any. We needed a bit more uhh . . . Brain power than brute force and dedication to the Emperor. BUT you know now, right? So, it's all good! . . . We may have also been worried you'd destroy several sets of doors and other sections on accident. . . OH LOOK THERE'S KANEKO!" Aneirin immediately wriggled away giving himself a few feet before he returned a bow to Kaneko. "Likewise. I look forward to working with you for this test run as I know you installed, let alone created, your own systems on the ship. You'll have to let me know what you worked on this way we can make sure to give everything on the ship a thorough test. Oh, and there's Meredith! Looks like we have everyone here. Give me a couple minutes to finish the last couple system start-ups and we'll start the brief!"

Aneirin immediately went to work on the last few systems. First and foremost, checking the energy levels of the reiatsu converters throughout the ship. Then checking the propulsion systems and the "warp drive". He also made sure to check that the ship knew where it was compared to the nearby area and that the radar sensors were working. Spiritual and physical. Once he was fairly certain the ship was beginning its warp to Moscow, he returned all but two panels to the sphere in the center of the room. The other two walked with him as he walked a short distance from it. He clapped his hands together a couple times then using his left hand clicked a few buttons on the keyboard panel he had. Not a moment later came up a hologram of the entire structure, internals included. Calling the Niflheim complicated was an understatement and Aneirin had a hunch that just the exploded diagram alone would confuse Hiyori if she looked at it for too long. He couldn't suppress the chuckle completely, but he eventually composed himself, cleared his throat and began to speak up so that the group could hear him.

"Alright everyone, let's begin the brief. Firstly, let's start with the mission and its goals. Our mission is to bring the Niflheim to the Human World, specifically Moscow, Russia and test out all the features, capacities, and capabilities of this war vessel. If you recall, we have stolen a mountain from the Appalachian Mountain range to use as the base. While we did have to cut it down some the majority has more than enough space for all of the systems held within, let alone for more should this test go well. So please keep in mind any feedback you have about this vessel, it is not perfect in any capacity. In addition to this mission, we are to cleanse Moscow. Or more simply, we are to erase it from existence. As much as this vessel is being tested, we are also giving the 5 worlds a taste of the Emperors might. All who see this vessel should fear it for its mere existence, let alone for who its being used. As it stands, I expect the Niflheim to do about 90% of the work but there will likely be stragglers in addition to various structures that survive. It's our job to ensure they do not by the time we leave."

"With that being said, we will almost certainly be met with forces from every realm. Shinigami most likely will be the first responders but do not hesitate to think that Hell, let alone the human powers that be, will let this sit without a response. Be on your guard though worry not the ship has many different kinds of powerful sensors to ensure we know if there are any threats. This is part of their test after all, to determine who, where, and how many of any race are present. Including if they are alive, dead, or anywhere in between." Aneirin took a breather and looked around at the small group around him. Waiting for any questions as well as glancing over each to gauge their reactions. He suspected none would have any particular reaction, but one could never know. For the time being, if there were no questions/comments he'd move on to the next part of his brief. "Moving on from our mission objectives let's discuss the overall layout of the Niflheim and what special systems, tools, zones, etc are available."

"We'll start with the outermost defense system. S.D.S. or Spatial Defense System. I'm certain you all saw the rings that were rotating around the castle, these are the source of the external most defense of this fortress. Firstly, it's made of seki seki infused with quincy reiatsu. Its capabilities include, preventing any spatial warping that isn't Quincy related, preventing most possible harm from coming to the castle, and even can repel attacks back at the sender. This can include siege weapons that are weak enough. This typically refers to the weapons of the human realm. Spiritual attacks depend entirely on their potency. Additionally, this is one of two systems that allow for selective Air Ground. As you all know, upon entering the human world you can "walk" on the air. This is not the case for the Niflheim, not for our enemies anyway. Part of the experimental magic used involves a series of sigils that are hidden throughout the castle. These ensure their local areas are only able to create air grounds for quincy. And so long as the S.D.S. is up, this is expanded to the entire castle without fail. It should also be noted that to enter and exit the S.D.S. is near impossible for those not specifically affiliated with the Vandenriech. You each have had your reiatsu signatures given permission to more or less phase through it. All other signatures will not be allowed to do such. Are there any questions about the S.D.S?"

Again, Aneirin waited to allow the information he gave to settle within the minds of all present. He wanted to go on at length about everything all at once, but this was without a doubt, a lot to take in. Had he not been directly involved in the systems creations even he wouldn't be able to memorize it all in one setting. If met with silence he'd continue whereas if he had any questions, he'd immediately respond to them before giving all another opportunity to respond. "Moving from there, let's go over the general layout of the castle itself. The castle is a three-wall system. Assuming the sigils remain, active this will ensure any enemies that do enter will be forced to make their way through each wall. But beyond this we do have six stations that are external to the walls and their "short" free grounds. These are artillery manning zones. Within each gazebo there is a sigil producing a barrier as well as a control panel for siege weapons that draw reiatsu from the environment or the castle itself. Additionally, these are also the areas that create the long-distance radar so please keep them in mind before damaging them."

"Moving back to the castle we have our outermost wall. It's more or less present to ensure that invasive forces are held at bay. The entirety of the castle wall is made of reinforced spiritual steel with a few magical sigils imbued to increase their physical resilience. Sadly, this came at the cost of being spiritually less durable but as these are the first defense, it's not a loss if they are destroyed. The most they do is connect the external wall to the intermediate wall and funnel in soldats en masse. There are defensive statues present at each of the four gates as well as several intermediate range ballistae. Please be aware that they cannot be aimed directly below nor withing a range of 10 meters, 30 feet of the gates. Any questions thus far? I promise this is the shorthand version of the castle." Another few moments passed as Aneirin waited. When none spoke up or all questions were answered he continued on with his brief. "The outer bailey isn't terribly noteworthy admittedly. There are sigils for the air ground and many spiritual landmines, more or less C-4 hidden throughout the land in between. But beyond the bridges up on the walls it's mostly a training ground for soldats and other vandenriech to use when not specifically on duty."

"The intermediate wall and bailey are when we start to see real defenses. The wall is reinforced in the same manner as before however there are several pathways into the depths of the mountain. Keep this in mind for later as this will matter. The walls also have spiritual mines littered throughout the bridges that connect to the interior wall and around the entrances to the mountain. There are short range ballistae here in addition to more defensive statues, though these are more than the simple defenses of the external wall. These statues can and will move to intercept invading forces. Additionally, this is where we begin to have Anti-Hollow wards. Should there be a threat of hollows within the inner bailey there will be no chance of hollow poisoning. Keep in mind that while it does cleanse the poisoning effect, it will only halt those who have been poisoned. Treatment is still necessary to indefinitely survive the poisoning. Additionally, it should be noted that there are several towers present that are built into the intermediate wall. These towers control a smaller and more powerful defensive barrier that is casted around this very building and several other important facilities."

"Finally, we get to the interior. The wall is as mentioned, the same as before however it will not allow any to pass that are not specifically vandenriech affiliated. This is due to it having reishi-biometric locks upon any and all doors within. This building is also equipped with this. All doors are triple reinforced as is this main building. There will be no easy way to destroy this building, let alone enter. The same anti-hollow wards, anti-air ground, is present however the land mines are not. This is due to there being an armory, infirmary, one of two evacuation stations, and multiple living quarters. Obviously, the surface control station is this room. And allows whoever is manning the head of the ship to control any and all facets. Including steering, defense systems, various necessary systems, and all other manner of features. This is NOT however the only place to control the ship. Deep in the heart of the mountain is the true control center. I have not shown it here as I am ensuring its safety by being the only person present to know its location. You never know when an enemy with the ability to read souls will be present. Are there any questions over what we've talked about yet? We're almost done, I promise. If you don't have any now, let me know later and we can talk over via the communication system you all have or via ship's communication."

He waited for another long moment. A beep on his screen the only break in sound, notifying him that the ship was currently in Moscow. He smiled to himself and clicked a few buttons showing a few graphs display with small bars slowly growing from red to green. He had a show for his compatriots and Russia at large once this brief was done. A quick look back at his allies and once questions or comments were answer then he'd continue on. "Alright so here is our final section. The internals of the mountain house most of our forces living quarters. There are elevators throughout but there are also stairways in case of a malfunction. The hallways and rooms can be locked off, flooded with a special reiatsu-liquid concoction, poisonous gases, or even detonated from within. This is also where we will have many recreation centers, including the cafeterias and gyms. Though these are not present beyond the rooms themselves being made. Any rooms of important are reishi-bio locked, such as the reactor room and auxiliary reactors. This leads me to inform you all of a critically important feature of this base. These reactors, auxiliary and core, are our bases weak points. Without them we cannot generate enough reiatsu to move the base, let alone to operate the defense systems. They are also supporting the wards of different sections. If an auxiliary is destroyed it also will begin to affect the ships propulsion. By subverting reiatsu around we can withstand up to two auxiliaries being destroyed. But should the core or all three auxiliaries be destroyed. . . "

Aneirin waited for a moment. He needed to let the group realize where he was going before he said it. Once he was certain all were on the same page he continued. "The ship is doomed. The core will have us be unrepairable. The auxiliary cores can be "managed" by attempting an emergency transport, but we WILL crash somewhere. There will be residual reiatsu remaining so some systems and defenses will remain should they be destroyed but the ship as a whole is doomed. There is also a central control room which also holds the second evacuation center. If for one reason or another the ship is doomed and cannot be saved in any capacity, you must all come to the depths. I will call you all and give you the location. It is imperative you do not allow this information to be spilled to any enemy you encounter. However, I also highly doubt we will have any strong enough to threaten us so thoroughly. But if we are, do not allow any enemy to take any information back to their superiors. It may incite ideas let alone counter strategies. With that said, I invite you all to look at the stain glass. I have a final presentation for you before I let you go. Namely, to show you how we handle "guests"."




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Aneirin had previously gotten a ping about several large groups forming. It seemed the Shinigami had been the first and foremost group to make their presence known. Followed by several menos hollows and their ilk coming from all directions, and last but not least, a small battalion of hellions. Sanctus if Aneirin had to guess. His smile grew utterly sinister as he cracked his knuckles and pulled up several screens. "As you can see by the radar on panel 1, we've got Hellions, Hollows, and most importantly SHINIGAMI. If I'm correct, 90% of this entire group in addition to a chunk of Moscow as a whole will be wiped out in a just a few moments." As Aneirin clicked one last button, several graphs he had on display suddenly went bright blue and an abhorrent amount of reiatsu swelled within the Niflheim as a whole. Then on the outside of the Niflheim came four massive sigils, each about half the size of the fortress itself. They glowed a bright white before quickly changing color to sky blue, then blue, then navy. Upon becoming navy blue each then generated an orb about half a mile in diamter that each shot up into the sky. The clouds were pushed away like they were nothing and subsequently revealed the moon above, encircled by these spheres.

For a moment they stood still in the air and only those with senses or Energy Sensory of 400 or higher would begin to notice that each orb was breaking itself apart. Again, and again outlines for new orbs would be created. Power split between each small orb, but the cumulative power still the same for the total mass. Then after what seemed like an eternity each orb fell out from the sky like rain from the heavens. Each orb a rain drop that spread widely throughout a mile in each direction. Every 30 feet there would be an orb that was 5 foot in diameter, and they would be moving at no less than 800 speed. Upon coming in contact with anything each orb would detonate in a 20-foot explosion. Utterly vaporizing whatever caused it to detonate if they weren't sufficiently protected. But worse yet, to those who weren't hit by the orbs they'd find that the city as well as the landscape around the castle was rapidly becoming a series of craters as yet more orbs rained down.

Yet despite all this chaos there was a safe zone. As clear as day the space underneath the ship wasn't being pelted. Nor was there within 500 feet of the barrier. The sigils had returned to being made of pure white but had yet to dissipate, leaving only ominous implications in their wake. Could the sigils create a more localized attack? Only time would tell but the fortress itself refrained from moving, seemingly only watching as widespread destruction was being laid upon Moscow itself. Those within the Niflheim would have the entire room to look around at the mayhem in question. From the sky above the fortress to each direction, all the stain glass windows showed a rapidly decaying Moscow, and they couldn't even hear the cacophony of explosions nor the screams from within. Simply an eerie silence as Aneirin showed just the first of many siege weapons that the Niflheim had at their disposal. All the while chuckling darkly to himself. "This is just the most offensive weapon of the Niflheim. Due to its widespread nature its more or less at its most capable at this very moment. These are not the strongest weapons at our disposal, but these are some of our most readily available. And you may be wondering, why is there an obvious safety zone when we have a barrier?"

Aneirin turned around slowly, smiling widely and malevolently as the wanton destruction continued behind him. "Because it's simply no fun if we can't give them a false hope of course." He chuckled quietly again before trying to restrain some of his malevolence and power high. "Make no mistake my fellow Supervisors and General, the Niflheim is no common siege weapon. She was made to enforce The Emperor's will. And his will shall be done, in this world and all others." Aneirin took a moment to look over each and take in their expressions. Slowly reeling himself back in and returning to a much calmer expression and reverting back to his more formal but calm facade. He wasn't certain what he'd see or feel given their souls were all open to him as far as he was concerned. But he was certain about one thing, sans Kaneko, he was almost certain none had come realizing how capable the ship was until now. Enemy or ally. "With that said, this brief is concluded. Feel free to wander the Niflheim to your leisure however. . . I'd be very surprised if the several noteworthy threats that appeared on my radar were felled by this. If you have any questions, please stay behind and I will answer them. If not, please keep the sphere on your person. It is by and large the safest and easiest way for me to get in contact with each of you. Kaneko, you are the only one in particular I'd like to talk with. Namely so we can discuss more specifics on the ships systems and formulate a plan of how we'd like to test them.

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{Raining Destruction (Siege attack)}
Class: 3
Speed: 800
Diameter: 5 ft
Explosive radius: 20 ft
Range: Starting at 500 feet from the Niflheim and up to 1 mile out.
OS: 800

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{S.D.S. (Spatial Defense System)}
-Negates teleportation that isn't Quincy specific
-Negates air ground for all non-quincies within its bounds (I.E. the Niflheim)
-Rebounds all spiritual attacks that are 1000 OS and under.
-Has an active OS of 3,000
Class: 2
-Actively prevents the passage of all Non-Vandenriech

Current Rings projecting the system: 3/3

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{Siege Weapon Sigil Reference}

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{Quick overview of the Niflheim}
- 3 walled castle.
- Has an internal structure with several important rooms
-Central most surface building is protected by 4 towers that are each generating a barrier around it.
-Entrance to the depths of the Niflhiem begins at the Intermediate Wall
-Various special rooms are also in the central section of the surface castle.
-Various colored reiatsu crystals beneath the castle and are on the surface of the mountain.
-Each Wall has a bridge to the next wall and the inner wall has a bridge to the 4th floor of the central building

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{Lond Distance Radar System}
ES: 800

Can specify groups up to 3 miles away. Can specific individuals up to half a mile away.

A 3 in Stealth is needed to bypass this system. Or a stealth technique/item that is class 3 or higher.

Class 3 system

Can determine if one is "released" or not. Generically can determine race.

OOC Note: If any of ya'll have any Analysis Skills (Battle, War Strat, Analysis, etc.) Please feel free to DM me and we can talk about how quickly you realize certain features. I may have information for you that your character can gleam off the bat. This may also be the case for those with 300+ in Senses or ES. Additionally, if you have any specific desire to have a skill play a role in assisting you during this adventure, feel free to let me know. I'll make sure to give you a spotlight moment with it. Lastly, if you have any questions at all be sure to let me know!