Feral Freight (Medium/HW/DP)

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Name: Feral Freight
Participants: 2-5
Location: Sendai, Japan
Difficulty Level: Medium - Hard
Setting: DP

Plotline: Over the last few days and nights there have been reports on the news in Japan of a strange white wolf seen throughout the city of Sendai. This wolf has, according to reports, bitten dozens of people, some in horrible ways yet no one has died or suffered life threatening injuries. The wolf always leaves shortly after and then seemingly can’t be found. A strange yet feasible story to most in the human world, however now reaching the evening time of the day reports have come in throughout the city of multiple large wolves attacking civilians. Could this be the work of a Hollow or something else? Either way it’s clear the people of the city are in danger and it’s no longer something the typical can handle.
Estimated Time Until Completion: 3-4
Starts: After Intro post
Special Conditions: Participants can earn equipment such as weaponry and armor.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Tokita, an average man walks across the side wall of cement on his way from his prison of a job back to his apartment, another prison of loneliness and depression. A man that only two years ago had been brimming with life and joy now struggles to put one foot in front of the other, as everything he’d dreamed about turned to ash in his mouth. He’d done everything everyone ever told him he needed to in order to be successful. He’d gotten the food, stayed late, taken every hurtful word by his supervisor, he’d dealt with the heartache of his crush being exploited by the Boss.

Everything stomped on his soul so much that now he wasn’t even the same person, he was flattened to the point of only having one disposition now. He was depressed given human form. So lost in his own sorrow that he couldn’t recognize the figure standing inside the alleyway as he passed it by. An alleyway no different than any other and yet the figure he saw was so large like a professional wrestler. Turning with a step back Tokita just saw the size but everything seemed blurred. Rubbing his eyes the figure came into view directly in front of him.

A wolf like yet not like the one that’s been spoken of on the news, not like he’d heard in the office, not like anything real. Standing larger than him, much larger hunched over in front of him now with its muzzle in his face, its hot breath washing over him would stir him from his illusion of hopelessness. This thing Tokita wouldn’t know, but it had already attacked multiple people and all of them screamed in horror yet he just stood. “Eh go ahead might as well end it, how it’s been leading up anyway.”

Chomp . . . Chomp . . .

(Sendai is in trouble who will step up to save the citizens from the impending slaughter!)

[Impossible]

Impo could admit, he hadn't been in the best headspace for... well, years, by this point. He had taken to living as normal a life as he could manage, for the past several years, only using his powers to stop the occasional hollow. Those were more common than he would have liked, but that was besides the point. He didn't actively seek out threats like he once had, and it had been eating at him for awhile now. Every time he thinks about trying to get stronger, however...

He lets out a sigh, as he gets up from his bed. His body is a collage of colors, mixing around like ink in a bowl, lighting up his bedroom like the world's worst disco. He groans, knowing he wasn't going to sleep tonight, and decided to get dressed. It was later in the year, and it was finally starting to get colder. He threw on a hoodie, some comfy pants, and sneakers, before leaving his apartment, and went for a late night walk. At least the stupid bugs were starting to die out.

Karakura has gotten quieter in the past few years. Sure, hollows still rampaged from time to time, but there hasn't been idiots causing mass death like before. Or pissing off former girlfriends into destroying a supermarket. Sometimes he missed those days, where random bull crap happened for no reason, where annoying people would make their problems everyone's problems, and where he could vent onto said idiots for making problems. Did that make him a selfish person? Probably. Boring days were peaceful days, he supposed.

He quit UE a while back, found a job online to avoid people gawking at him and his... skin condition, and lived life without conflict. It was boring, but safe. He felt his skin glow brighter at the thought. Even if he was living peacefully, he was still like this. Not using his powers hadn't done anything to alleviate himself of this, and was still living day to day as if any slip up or injury would kill him, and everyone within a mile of him. It was stressful, and aggravating.

He had been walking for a good ten minutes now, and was just about ready to turn around, when he heard an unnatural CRUNCH from further down the road. His head snapped in that direction, and his body started running. He was fast for the average human, and would be there in a few seconds, but he could respond before then. He looked towards where the noise came from with his Energy Sensory, seeing something inhuman was attacking a person. He aimed his fingers, and yelled out; "Hado #4: Byakurai!" Firing blue lightning at the monster.

Byakurai: 50
Total Reiatsu Remaining: 2,950/3,000

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{Stats and Skills}
Stats
Strength - (100-25%) 75 points
Speed - (100-25%) 75
Spiritual Pressure - 300 points
Reiatsu Strength - 900 points
Instinct - (400x2) 800 points
Senses - (300x2) 600 points
Energy sensory - (200x2) 400 points

Skills
[Analysis] 2
[Anti-Stealth] 2
[Battle Analysis] 2
[Calm mind] 2
[Lack of Fear] 2
[Learning] 2
[Mental incantation] 2
[Strength of Will] 2

[Ren Akasawa]

The hazy light that dripped off of the may-have-been knight's rust-red halo tinted their white vandenreich garb in a false red as they aimlessly patrolled for any sign of the rumored wolves he'd been promised. He had unraveled more than a bit recently, and that wasn't entirely a metaphor. Akasawa had found it increasingly difficult to hold onto his form and identity as the flood attached to him increased in power, and that had driven him to cling to his delusional ideals of knighthood more tightly than ever, desperate to hold onto a pillar of identity that could keep their self from eroding any further under blood drive's increasingly active influence. And in the light of that, it was obvious he couldn't ignore what he'd heard about this incident. If wolves were a traditional enemy of knights and saints, then shouldn't hunting them make him even more of a knight?

He hadn't been here long. Rumors had already begun to boil up over the last several hours; The tale of a massive river of fresh blood that flowed from south to north along the tracks of a certain train line, one that stretched from Karakura to Sendai. The tale of an investigation that identified the vital fluid as belonging to countless passengers who had all rode the line that night, every single one being found entirely unharmed even if the apparent blood loss should have killed them several times over. A few online forums spun out threads about a curse, claimed sightings across the whole area. Some versions even claimed that the cursed blood would never dry, no matter how much time passed. The truth behind all of that was simple, Akasawa's red stained path towards the Emperor's ever-distant castle had taken him aboard high speed rail that night. Without a proper knightly mount he could rely on, haunting public transit had become an unfortunate necessity no matter how much blood drive turned its hyperactive gaze on mortal passengers he shared it with. The search had started as soon as he stepped out onto the platform, and only become less energetic since.

Then the wandering knight heard some a shout of [smear:0066CC]Byakurai[/smear:B5BBC0] that transformed his steps from aimless, hopeless wandering into a crusade with a destination in mind. A shinigami? Droplets of rust-red trailed behind him as he started into a proper run, an abnormal form of reishi that steadily dripped from hands that no longer passed for human left a trail that evaporated from the concrete and asphalt in the warm autumn air. "Who's afraid of the big ba-sssss" An annoyed hiss escaped the stray soldat's teeth as his already damaged cloak caught on something unseen, forcing them to stumble as yet another scrap tore loose and they continued towards the only lead that had turned up in this mystery of wolves. "Bad wolf?" He finished the line with none of the enthusiasm that had gone into the start.

With another corner rounded, Akasawa's eyeless gaze fell over the situation in the alleyway. The scene was clear enough, a bloody victim, a wicked wolf of unusual size and some guy with white hair and... were those supposed to be pajamas? With the flood blotting out his own spiritual senses, he couldn't tell anything meaningful about the stranger so all he could use as a label was- Not shinigami. Maybe some kind of mortal witch taking up the enemy's heretical spells, at least assuming the kido from before had been from them? He hesitated to draw his excuse for a sword, mind still racing with a intoxicating mixture of excitement and disappointment for what he'd walked in on. It seemed so obvious at the time that he'd have a better shot after watching the wolf and stranger play out their parts for another minute or so, measure before cutting and all that.

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{The May-Have-Been Knight}Class > 6
Strength > 112
Speed > 42
Spiritual Pressure > 30
Reiatsu Strength > 150
Light Aura > 30
Dark Aura > 70
Instinct > 50
Senses > 30
Energy sensory > 0
Healing Expertise > 0

Pain Tolerance > 1
Weapon: Swords > 1
Anti-Stealth > 1
Battle Focus > 1
Lack of Fear > 1
Alcohol Tolerance > 1

Rei Points> 300/300

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Tokita died the moment after he'd given up his head devoured in a single moment by the massive werewolf now grasping his body by his arms like an adult lifting up a child. This monster was eating his skull along with the inner contents like it was nothing other than a piece of meat. Although a creature like this was common in myth, what it was doing wouldn't be all that surprising or even uncommon as Hollows would typically do the very same thing to the humans of Japan. The major difference that came right now was the two entities that arrived at the alleyway. Preoccupied with his meal the wolf didn't feel anything before Impo channeled his reiatsu to cast his spell. The attention of the wolf rising up and staring him down would normally feel immense and yet Impo's own soul was beyond what these eyes could dominate.

A single lightning bolt yet one potent and thick enough that it managed to pierce through the shoulder of the wolf as it shifts to the side. A growl escaping the wolf's maw before sinking its claws into the side of the alleyway then pulling downward. The second arrival would get a brief view of the wolf he'd been tracking. Then the monster would be up in the air, leaping to the top of the building then onto its roof in order to get away from the strange prey that could fire off lightning. Although Impo had wounded the wolf it wasn't put down yet and would easily find another human to feast on. Would the two work together to hunt down this problem or would they waste time attempting to figure things out pertaining to one another?

[Impossible]

"Damn it." Impo cursed, seeing the beast stagger, but not fall. He had known his skills had grown rusty in his time away from fighting, but he hadn't realized they degraded to such an extent. He had been aiming for the monster's heart, but had only struck its shoulder. What a shame. Even more so for the beast to retreat, instead of trying to charge him. At least he could have made it painless for the beast had it stayed to fight, but no. Now he had to go chasing after it.

The Failure scowled, his glowing white skin gaining splotches of angry red, realizing he would have to move quickly in the less than warm autumn air. Still, he couldn't afford to lose track of this thing, lest it kill again. Light manifested in his right hand, growing into the shape of a broadsword, elegant in design, glowing with a soft golden light. His Holy Blade of the Light.

He couldn't remember why he had named it something so pretentious, but there wasn't much point in changing it now. He reached into his pocket, pulling out something small and cylindrical with his left hand. The light of the blade made it rather easy to identify as a Ginto Tube. He pressed it into the pommel of the sword, causing the brightness to flare up for a moment. He dropped the blade, letting it fall from his hand. It should have clattered against the concrete, but it stopped at the last second, hovering an inch from the ground.

He hopped a foot off the ground, legs coiled as if bracing for impact. The blade moved as quick as a snake, appearing under his feet, pushing him upwards, practically launching him up into the sky. The weapon stayed under his feet as he appeared over the buildings, spinning him around to scan the area. The moment he spotted the wolf, the sword would launch itself towards the beast, aiming to impale the monster with the Holy weapon.

Whether that worked, however, was a matter of debate, as Impo hopped down to the roof. His knees were shaky from the maneuver, something his body had once been used to, no longer remembered the sensation, nor how to get over the downsides of it. His insides felt like they had been thrown into a blender, and he was cradling his stomach with a hand over his mouth. "Fuuuuucking sonva bitch. Don't you dare throw up." Gone was the red splotches, now his body was primarily green, with spattering's of white here and there. Going up so fast had definitely been a mistake.

Holy Blade of the Light: 100
Total Reiatsu Remaining: 2,850/3,000

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{Holy Blade of the Light}[Holy Blade of the Light]

Class: [3]

Technique Type: [Energy]

Usable By: [Human World Dweller]

Technique Element: [Light]

Technique Description and Effects: [When first activated, this ability creates a single handed saber made of pure divine light for the user. The offensive stat of the weapon is equal to the reiatsu strength of the user. This ability can be activated again to bring it to life, so to speak, showing off what actually makes it special.

For 250 reiatsu, or one ginto tube, the blade will respond to the users thoughts, moving and attacking however they please. The speed of the blade is based off of the user's instinct, and the aim of the sword is based off of the user's own skill with the weapon.]

How to use technique: [First activation has a cost of 100. Activate by moving your hand to how you would hold a sword. Second activation, you release the blade as you either pay the cost, or place the ginto tube against the hilt of the sword.]

Technique Drawbacks: [Slow for most people, requires a skill with swords to be decent with it.]

Made By: [Impossible]

Reserved?: [No]

[Ren Akasawa]

Why? Why did everything interesting flee when the self-styled knight had only just arrived on stage? His quarry had escaped, and a rival hunter had outrun him in the pursuit. There was no sense in wasting time on questions now; he had to chase the wolf to have any hope of slaying it. Whatever kind of fullbringer or witch the white-haired stranger turned out to be, what actually mattered was that the mystery man was a rival hunter in the moment, well, that, and that they had just xianxia'd their way up the rooftops far too fast to pursue. Even if he'd wanted to ask if that had really been a ginto tube they'd used to do it, that wasn't productive. Even the flood that haunted him was disappointed to get a glimpse of something promising only to lose it right away. Though Ren couldn't tell if Blood Drive's interest had been in the wolf or rival, honestly, he wasn't sure how much of a mind it even had or if it was just a completely alien set of instincts that drove it to do what it did.

The would-have-been knight started walking at an upward angle, rising from the concrete alley with his cloak billowing out behind them, revealing the dull rust-red glow of a chest covered in glowing brands and the bright dripping light of perpetually melting red hands held in shape by brands of black that seemed to float beneath their surface. "Let the hunt begin." Despite the fact that the Auswählen had long since unraveled Akasawa beyond any hope of using hirenkyaku anytime soon, he still understood how it worked and found the concept of air-walking so similar to it that it was easy to actualize. He hastened, climbing a corkscrew slope around the building at a comfortable speed, conserving stamina for the battle to come. He had to rely on sight and sound for any sign of the beast, unable to sense any energies because the flood had claimed that as its line of communication.

Should Ren have spotted the wolf before reaching the rooftop, he'd abandon his imagined spiral staircase and twist to chase it with the straightest line of pursuit he could manage with all these buildings in the way, melting halo trailing red rain as he went. Should it have evaded his casual search of the immediate area, he would continue rising at a more moderate pace until he reached the rooftop in hopes he could find the other hunter's trail, lest he become entirely lost and start over from step one. Step one had been blindly wandering Sendai until he stumbled over some sign that there was a right direction to be going in, and he wasn't about to miss the excitement of a wolf hunt for the frustrating boredom of being lost and isolated in an unfamiliar city for hours on end. Just thinking about the possibility reminded him he needed to find better ways of finding things.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

The taste of blood was something unexplainable and yet just a short time ago the identity of the wolf wouldn’t have ever taken a bite from a human. He’d been transformed into the monster that now stood on the roof of a building with blood leaking from its shoulder. A feral animal that saw lightning cast out from a human that glowed. How was it supposed to hunt down that prey when it could do that? Although essentially feral now with only the most basic of thoughts and instincts controlling the body this wolf knew that fighting the human that glowed wasn’t optimal. No different than hunting something with a hide that can’t be penetrated or with venom. Perhaps the King would know how to hunt this strange human and thus that was the plan now, to seek advice from the King.

The wild beast wouldn’t get far enough though to seek out the council of his King, as the blade of light moved at a speed of 800 rushing for his figure. His fur sent a shiver down his spine and throughout his body alerting the beast to danger, something that his instincts snatched up and pushed him away from what it felt. Impo would be able to watch as he now stood on the roof, the sight of his sword far surpassing the speed that the wolf could muster and yet it didn’t land the mortal blow. Instead the large right arm of the wolf dropped to the roof of the building as it was severed from the rest of his body. The sword was too fast and yet this beast was showing it couldn’t be deemed weak.

Turning the wolf would howl a loud piercing call to others, those that had not been seen. Impo and Ren had only seen this wolf along with the rumors of late, but if either thought about what was happening now it would become clear, this wasn’t a single wolf, but a pack. Moving towards Impo like a bullet fired from a gun, the wolf lunged with its left arm extended out in an attempt to grab and dig its claws into his flesh before biting him fatally. As for Ren he wouldn’t have any trouble getting to the top of the roof with the slow actions actually keeping him safe from the wolf’s eyes and anyone else in the area. He was being careful and right now it was working for him while Impo had to deal with the problem.

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{Werewolf Stats}
Strength: 275
Speed: 325
Instincts: 400
Senses: 400
Dark Aura: 100

[Impossible]

It was official. Tonight was not Impo's night. On top of his sword not killing the darn monster, it was making that infernal howling noise, and it felt like his head was ready to explode from the pain. His ears were sensitive, as were the rest of his senses, and this was not helping. Add to the fact there was this dude dressed as a knight that suddenly appeared, and he was closing in on his breaking point.

"Fuck! My fucking ears!" He couldn't help but cry out, covering them with his hands, one eye barely open from the pain, almost missing the wolf lunging at him. Impo wasn't the fastest person in the world. Heck, he'd say that the wolfman was several times faster than he himself was. But that was only by purely physical speed. A glowing dome of reiatsu exploded out of Impo, blue with yellow streaks. It moved at a thousand speed, covering most of the roof.

It held no mass, didn't slam into anything, and was more than translucent enough to see through, dying the world in a new tint. Ren might recognize this, as a Flood. Unfortunately for the werewolf, it would find itself frozen in place, suspended midair by an invisible force. "You're a pain in the ass, you know that?" He said, picking his right ear with a pinky. The Failure raised his left hand towards the beast. "You who are a killer of men, stinking of blood and death deserve no mercy, and thus shall receive none. Repent in the next life."

He made a crushing motion with his fingers, and the beast went ramrod straight, unable to so much as twitch a finger, let alone make that obnoxious howling noise again. Impo motioned with his other hand, and made a twisting motion, as if he were wringing out a towel. The beast twisted and spun, the sounds of tearing muscle and breaking bones filling the air. Not so much as a drop of blood flung away from the body. Impo let the corpse drop back down with a soggy thud impacted the roof.

The Failure retracted his Flood, as he fell to his hands and knees, panting from the exertion. "When did this shit get so difficult?" He complained, reaching his arm out. The sword flew back into his hand, using it to right himself. He turned to his companion. "So." He addressed the other Failure. "You're a werewolf hunter?" He asked, still more than a little out of breath. "How did you end up doing that?" He was asking more to make conversation, as he fought to regain his composure.

Flood: 150
Total Reiatsu Remaining: 2,600/3,000

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{Flood}Impo considers himself to be incredibly smart, and even if that isn't entirely true, Impo's flood reflects that mindset. His flood is formless in nature, taking the appearance of water, despite having no mass, making it translucent. Unlike a lot of failures, Impo's flood can be controlled mentally, making it as large or as small as he wants, within reason. The speed of the flood is 200 per class.

Most of the things his flood do revolve around his instincts. What Impo's flood does, is that anything inside his flood are subject to his will, and will do as he commands. This is because Impo has been gifted with telekinesis. Impo can control any number of objects that come into contact with his flood, being only limited to how much reiatsu and focus he has. The max area of the flood is equal to his reiatsu strength in square feet, and most usually takes the shape of a dome around Impo.

This does not make the failure all powerful though. Impo is unable to move other spiritual beings under normal conditions. The only way he has the ability to do so is, if they permit themselves to be moved, have less remaining reiatsu than Impo's flood has reiatsu strength, see the fourth paragraph, dead, or unconscious. This applies to any objects they have on their person as well. The speed in which he can move objects is dependent on how much reiatsu he pays.

The faster he wants to move something, the more is costs to do. For 150 reiatsu, Impo can move something that's come into contact with his flood with a speed of 800, per post. This is his average speed to move things. By doubling the cost, the speed increases to 1600 per post. On top of this, the items keep their original durability and offensive power, with the flood doing noting to increase the damage it deals.

Impo does have the ability to manipulate and control something like, say, a cero blast that enters his flood. The problem is that his flood stat acts as half of what is actually should. Meaning, anything that has more than that can enter and remain unaffected.

He obviously can just pay more to control it, 200 per thing to use his full reiatsu strength, but he can't control explosions, or things gaseous in nature. He can only control solids, liquids, and energy based attacks. As abilities are finicky, he only has the ability to manipulate any ability not his own for one post. And that's the post he 'captured it'. He cannot use the full strength of his reiatsu for spiritual beings. The more things Impo tries to control however, the harder it is to keep control over them. For every object after the first one Impo manipulates, the speed in which he can move them drops by 200 speed. Once he hits 0 speed, he can no longer maintain control, preventing him from using his flood for three posts.

He is able to manipulate objects however he pleases with a more focused variant of manipulation. If he wants to manipulate a doll, he can make it dance as if it were alive. If he gets a ball of yarn, he can unravel it and turn it into a scarf if he so chose. He can break things with this ability, and he can force them back together, so long as they have less power than he does. Impo does have the ability to manipulate himself as well. When moving himself, his flood loses the ability to move. Objects under Impo's influence cannot be moved outside his flood, or will lose any and all effects that came with said influence. The cost for fine manipulation is double what it would be if he was manipulating anything else normally.

[Ren Akasawa]

Ren reached for the spiritual steel uchigatana slung off the back of his belt and drew it as he stepped onto the rooftop proper. He didn't particularly like that kind of blade, especially not when the enemy favored traditionally Japanese swords, but he had selected it based on its usefulness and availability. Carrying a mundane weapon had become an unfortunate necessity as the stray soldat's spiritual powers had grown weaker with time—too weak to rely on pressurized gravitation as a weapon anymore; what used to be an effortless technique now guzzled his reiryoku so intensely that it would have completely disabled him if he'd tried to use it here. He noticed Blood Drive perk up as he came to a brief stop, a safe distance from the wolf. Having a living soul within reach always sent the sluggish flood into a frenzy as it searched for... whatever it was the flood searched for. This the one? ...Nah, can't be.

Mentally tossing that question over his shoulder, the self-proclaimed knight fixed his eyeless glare on the wolf, raised his chosen blade, and tore a dark rift in space with a flick of his sword, vanishing as he took the first swift step into the valley of screams. Tearing free into the mortal world at the end of that step, he slipped back into the valley as he kicked off the ground once more. This was Ulcera, the step that stuttered into and out of reality as most inhabitants of the human realm understood it. At a mere 210 speed, his charge was comparatively slow when compared to the beast, but the true benefit of Ulcera was that the majority of the movements involved were on another plane, invisible, silent, and without a scent. Even when the dome had expanded over the rooftop, Ren didn't recognize it as a flood, continuing his leap towards the werewolf until he reached close enough to attempt a simple vertical slash midway through Impossible's attack. It was probably too late to have mattered, given how gruesome the situation looked up close.

"A questing knight, nothing more." He replied with a basic florish of his blade, competently executed and somewhat awkward as it was one intended for a straight-bladed western sword and not the curved uchigatana he was holding. "Heard there were dangerous beasts; hunting them is part of my quest for the Saint Emperor's blessing." The pentacle designs on the belt buckle may have been subtle enough to miss, and the larger one on the back of his cloak had been facing away from the other hunter more often than not, but Ren wasn't exactly hiding his one-sided association with Vandenreich. "Shouldn't sacrificing a wolf or two in his name attract more attention than just another hollow? That's how I ended up here." Having missed out on most of the short battle, he stood there like a melting candle, mouth bent in a half-smile just from having someome to speak to.

Given their highly advanced ability to sense reiatsu, Impo couldn't likely make out the invisible and amorphous mass of Ren's flood sprawling a bit over fifteen meters from the melting failure in every direction. Maybe they could tell that Blood Drive sulked over the beast's death even as it redirected its frenzied investigations onto them if they were good enough at reading emotions and personalities with their energy senses. Not that there was any intent behind the flood's attention; it automatically spun its metaphorical wheels at a grinding pace without any need for input from Akasawa, and the emotions it expressed were driven by its behavior, not the other way around. That didn't make them any less real by the wannabe knight's standards.

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{Mechanics}Class 6 Spiritual Steel Uchigatana
IP — 250
Durability — 500/500

Reiatsu Remaining — 225/300

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{Ulcera}Technique Type: Stepping
Usable By: Hollows (Not Arrancar)

Technique Description and Effects: This technique is a basic stale for a Hollow's ability to slide in and out of the valley of screams at will when it is hunting or stalking prey. By gliding in and out of the space used by techniques like garganta or descorrer, a hollow can get around quickly. This technique operates similarly to a stepping technique, but only moves at 5x the user's speed. However, the user weaves through rips in the fabric of whatever world they are in, and as such the hollows exits, and then re-enters at the destination, Hollows do not lose awareness of the world as they move through an Ulcera, and can return to the material world mid-step in response to a threat or opportunity. This technique does not take up a Technique slot.

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

Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc) Costs 75 reiatsu per step.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

A charging dangerous animal that would normally tear apart anything even resembling humans now was the one left unable to even move. One moment he was rushing in on the strange human that glowed with multiple different colors, the next instant he just saw a wave of light wash over everything and then he felt as if he was being held by something large enough that he fit in its palm. The strange light kept him up off the roof of the building while being strong enough that the wolf could feel his muscles powerless to actually move. It was no different than being put inside a cage strong enough that he couldn’t tear it apart. Lots and lots of words from the strange human and then a motion that even the wolf could understand. After that though the wolf didn’t even feel pain as his body just burst with blood while Impossible broke his bones and twisted his muscle fibers in the same way a child would play with playdough. Putting the wolf down though would ultimately fall to Ren who seemed to slip right through reality and then delivered a slash cutting through a large portion of the wolf’s flesh which pushed his soul over the edge.

There would be time now for Impossible and Ren to actually speak with one another on the roof, but it wouldn’t be long before more of the pack arrived. Impossible with his extraordinary senses would be able to tell right away that something was wrong or out of pace. The smell of the werewolf’s blood was potent, so strong that it would be almost overwhelming. He wasn’t the only one that could smell the blood though and whether he could figure it out or not, the others were already picking up the scent. Across Karakura there was a pack of these strange mythical beasts that’d been hunting only slightly the last few nights. Now to them though they’d been found and something else had killed one of their pack. Would Impossible and Ren be enough to handle the werewolves or were other protectors of the human world arrive to help them survive this hunt?

[Impossible]

So, random wandering knight in modern day. Cool. It should be more surprising, and if probably would be if he weren't in the aftereffects of using more reiatsu in thirty seconds than he had in the past two years, but whatever. He could worry about that later, as the stupid mutt had likely called in for reinforcements with that howl earlier. So, he did something he didn't particularly like to do; took a deep breath through his nose, let it out through his mouth, and activated his Energy Senses.

It wasn't something he kept active all the time, given his level of expertise at it. Those who were skilled enough at it were more than able to read the souls of others, see things that were hidden, and even read thoughts were one very good at it. That was an invasion of privacy on a level he didn't like to indulge in, preferring to let people keep their thoughts and pasts private, but this was an emergency. He couldn't exactly afford to turn a blind eye to danger like this.

He could feel the lingering reiatsu of the beast, twisted and tainted as it was, and expanded his senses to the city around him. He could feel several others with the same taint as this one, and they were all making their way towards the two Failures. Impo stood up, breathing now normalized. He turned to face Ren Akasawa. "Alright, wolfman called in some of his buddies, and now they're heading towards us." As he spoke, the holy warrior would hear the pajama-clad Failure speaking in his native tongue, whatever it may be.

Said man conjured another sword, more resembling the weapon that Ren was already holding, before handing it to the knight. "If you intend to fight, I won't stop you. What you're doing, fighting monsters, that's a noble thing to do, be it for your religion or for your fellow man." He could see the melting form of the Failure before him. He'd met Failures before, one had been making a doomsday device he had to shutdown. The reiatsu signatures were wildly different, even for Failures.

He could also see that the Flood of the man was generating... Blood. Lots of blood. It was taking time to manifest, but he could see the colors of this man's soul, could see the blood clinging to the essence of this man's very being. He patted his goopy shoulder. "If you intent to fight, I'll watch your back. I don't think we can hide from these things, given the smell of the blood sticking to us." It really was a pungent smell. His eyes were watering from the fumes, and unfortunately, his advanced senses could even taste it from here. This was going to be a trying battle.

He took several steps away from Ren, and snapped his fingers a few times, while looking somewhere in the distance. His Flood surrounded the area, right now yellow in color. At the same time, three skulls materialized around him. They were human skulls, and clattered as they floated around him, no closer than one foot, no further than ten. "Ohh, sounds like someone's got a bone to pick with us?" "Sounds like a real bonehead move!" "Let's rattle'em, boys!" The skulls said in rapid succession. It was annoying, and he couldn't remember how he made them do it, but the sensation was familiar to him now. Like an old muscle that he was just now stretching out.

Spiritual Language: 0
Sword of Holy Light: 150
Laser Face x3: 75

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{Spiritual Language}

Technique Name: [Spiritual language]

Class: [6]

Technique Type: [cinematic]

Usable By (Technique is available to which races?): [all]

Technique Element: [None]

Technique Description and Effects: [Spiritual language is a mental ability that lets you speak and understand every language at once. By a combination of energy sensory and a sharp mental focus, you begin to understand those around you, hearing everyone in the language you are most used to. This is possible by having at least a 150 in energy sensory, and 300 in instinct, your mind begins translating the words anyone speaks like an instant translator. This also doubles for words, letting you read any language as long as you're been in the presence of someone who knows the language.]

How to use technique: [This ability is always active, reaching out to those around you, letting you understand each other. This only works as long as another being that can speak the language is in the range of your energy sensory. If you're online with someone speaking chinese in America, and no one within a mile can speak the language, you're out of luck, cause you can't speak chinese. The same goes with reading.

ALTERNATIVELY.... if you posses a 3 in languages, you have an easier time with other languages by nature, you do not need as much to learn this ability. You can learn this skill with only 75 es, and 150 in instinct.]

Technique Drawbacks [As stated before, this ability is constant, you can't turn it off as long as you're using your energy sensory. This will garnish you with odd looks for speaking their more familiar language, earning nasty looks and glares for 'assuming' that they spoke that language.]

Made By: [Impossible]

Reserved?: [No]

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Technique Name: [Laser Face]

Class: [4]

Technique Type: [Other]

Usable By: [Hwd]

Technique Element: [Highly Condensed Plasma]

Technique Description and Effects: [This ability takes the user's reiatsu, and turns it into an attack! Crazy. The user molds their reiatsu into a spherical mass in the air around them, letting them create a skull. A normal sized skull, that looks human. The durability of the skull is half the users Reiatsu strength. These skulls have a speed of 400, but can't move more than ten feet away from the caster. Each Skull can fire beams of plasma that are twice as wide as the skull, with equal reiatsu strength as the user. The beam moves at the speed of a Bala, and will travel up to the users reiatsu strength in distance.]

How to use technique: [Cost to create a single Skull, 25 reiatsu, and can have one skull per 100 reiatsu strength the caster has. Cost to fire energy from a single Skull, 100 reiatsu. Can be created anywhere within ten feet of the caster, as long as there is nothing already where it would be created.]

Technique Drawbacks: [Will constantly quote famous authors, crack skeleton puns when there is more than one, and laugh when someone makes a joke, especially if it's related to bones or death. Each Skull only has two shots before it dies. Maximum movement range of ten feet around the user. Five max.]

Made By: [Impossible]

Reserved?: [Yes]

[Ren Akasawa]

The dead wolf hadn't really bothered Akasawa; his flood's presence has reduced a lot of the immediate fallout of violence to a sort of white noise. Blood Drive was what it was—a passive observer that analyzed every soul it could reach, was never satisfied with whatever information it took from them, and expelled the rejected information in a mess of fake blood. It wasn't even that convincing of a fake; there was a giveaway in how it never actually dried, no matter how much time had passed. The stuff didn't even fade with time, instead lingering indefinitely, keeping scraps of the knight's spiritual energy permanently bound into it and outside of his soul. Each bit lost robbed his form of a bit more integrity, and the flood rushed inwards to fill it with its closest approximation. To have spiritual pressure itself be a curse that slowly destroyed you, that was what it meant to be a failure as Ren experienced it.

 

"Thank you. Harder to find quality weapons around here than you'd think." Ren sheathed the steel sword he'd been holding before he took hold of the similar-shaped blade that impossible had conjured. Then the partially melted failure took a step back and tested the weapon's weight with some experimental motions of his wrist. Felt it out despite hands that were dripping reishi and looked it over despite a lack of visible eyes. While he could tell it was closer to the pressurized gravitation he used to rely on than a physical blade; there was no way he could tell what its actual construction or composition were with his spiritual senses effectively crippled by the crushing weight of his flood, but did that ever really matter? He could tell it was a quality sword, and that was enough for his purposes. All swords were compatible with his knightly ideal to some degree, just as none were the weapon he wanted because that one had to be a reward at the end of his quest.

 

He fell into a practiced stance, one more associated with european swordplay than japanese kenjutsu, standing with one foot ahead and knee bent, sword held at waist level with the blade sloping down and back with its edge turned towards the concrete he stood on. "Not about to hide after coming this far." His voice was tinged with excitement, and his thoughts remained centered on the prospect of more wolves to slay. If there was anything about the moment that actually unnerved the self-proclaimed knight, it was the sudden addition of several levitating skulls to the situation. And then the puns started, demolishing any fear the levitating bones may have caused, building some mild frustration in its place. "For faith and glory."

[Blair Aldaine ❅]

One of her first missions from Xcution in what felt like forever was looming over Blair's head like a bad date she wasn't looking forward to. While she'd enjoyed the time she had spent as what was effectively a new hire for some time now, she knew there was something more she wanted to do and had to try to get stronger in order to do it. With her sister on the loose and Blair not knowing where to even start looking for her, the Fullbringer had resolved some time ago to work on gaining all the resources she could to track this girl down and stop her. Remina couldn't have meant any harm. Maybe she was just brainwashed. Still, she had powers, too. She was also dangerous.

With a groan, Blair had dressed herself in her typical pastel pink hoodie, black leggings, and some denim shorts over the leggings with white tennis shoes. Her hair was up in a side ponytail as it waved loosely in the wind like golden strings. She walked down the streets very carefully, already hearing reports of the strange white wolf who had been terrorizing Sendai. She wasn't sure how much help she'd be, but Shizuka had been kind and supportive of this. She sent Blair, specifically. That meant a lot coming from someone like her who had already reached the height of her abilities, and Blair saw the woman as somewhat of a role model. There was a part of her who wanted to be like Shizuka.

Yet here she was, cripplingly anxious almost all the time, doing what she could to avoid as many situations as possible. She was outgoing when she needed to be, for sure, and could be the life of any conversation when she enjoyed it. But after what happened with Remina, she found herself growing more and more recluse. She wasn't sure she wanted to have anything to do with anyone because of the fear she had of them being taken away from her, too. It was all very complicated and kind of a mess. But with her recent discovery of her abilities and the memories of that fateful event years ago when she was six, Blair soon realized she had the kind of potential Shizuka had talked to her about. She had a chance.

And with that chance, she decided it was worth it to investigate what was going on in this town. If people were truly being attacked, then it was clearly her job to stop it. Shizuka did mention something about getting paid, though, so evidently a client had gone to Xcution and requested for someone to look into this issue for them. That 'someone' ended up being Blair Aldaine. That was fine with her, and it added a bit of excitement to her life, at least up until she reached a point where she found that her Energy Sensory was picking up on a couple of other people. With an eyebrow raised, she stopped walking and simply observed, careful to stay as quiet as possible.

She may not be able to remain totally hidden since her stealth talents were still somewhat average even if they were decent, but she did her best. Her goal right now was to attempt to analyze the situation, especially since it seemed as if they were talking about something that had already been... defeated? Was she too late? Was this entire trip a complete waste? Blair sighed, and then she caught her breath. No, it sounded as if there might be more. So they weren't completely done. And then there was this odd feeling she was getting. Like something was weighing on her shoulders, but she had no idea what that could mean. It wasn't someone pressing down against her with their spiritual abilities because she knew what that pressure was like. This was different. She needed to be careful.

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{Blair's Stats}

Strength - [300] = 200 Points

Speed - 300 Points

Spiritual Pressure - [400] = 600 Points

Reiatsu Strength - 300 Points

Light Aura - 50 Points

Dark Aura - 50 Points

Instinct - 100 Points

Senses - 100 Points

Energy Sensory - 100 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points

Total SP: 1600 Points

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{Blair's Skills}

[Weapon: Explosives] {2}

[Martial Arts: MMA] {2}

[Acrobatics] {2}

[Analyzing] {2}

[Battle Analysis] {2}

[Strength of Will] {2}

[Stealth] {2}

[Pain Tolerance] {1}

[Scarlet]

Investigating attacks in a city that wasn’t too far out of the way, that was easily something that Hikari would attempt, she wasn’t the best at actually figuring things out or finding clues that much she already knew, but going there wasn’t a bad option anyway. Although she hated traffic and public areas with a lot of people so walking through the streets during the day was a nightmare, finding what was behind all this would be worth it. She’d been here since early in the morning and had yet to find anything spiritual from what she could tell. It just seemed like Sendai may have a weird serial killer that likes to dress up.

Sporting what she usually wore, Hikari was fitted in a pair of gray track pants with two white lines down the legs. The top of her pants was red, a deep flavor that matched her tank top. Well perhaps calling it that was too generous when her shirt didn’t cover much of her stomach. She was dressed to work out like normal although the constant looks she got from everyone else during the day was annoying. Modesty wasn’t a strong suit for her so the fact her bra was visible even if it was a sports one was bringing in frustrating judgments.

A normal pair of gray running sneakers and Hikari had started her journey over to Sendai. A journey that actually led to her finding something. Only about two minutes ago had she been walking along one of the thousands of sidewalks when she heard a shout and glass breaking. Rushing to the source of the noise Hikari found what she could only describe as a massive furry dog biting down on a woman about the age of her mother. Drawing out her Fullbringer, the battle axe in both hands, Hikari was ready to fight when she heard another sound.

Howling, just like that she watched in amazement as the werewolf stopped its feast only to look up and sniff. Dropping the woman on the ground who was thankfully going into shock now, the wolf jumped high into the air only to begin running along the building and get out of view. Hikari knew she couldn’t let this thing get away, but couldn’t leave the woman either. “Someone please help!” She’d shout and then pushing aside her emotions she’d follow after the wolf hoping to find out what was going on.