The Nightly Recruiters [PG-13, NDE, Easy]

[Zou ۞]

Humans have been called. Specifically Humans. Not Bount, Quincy, or any other race. This calling has reached only the ears of Humans from around Karakura Town. Without a doubt, there are other meetings that will take place later, but Karakura Town is the area in the world with more spiritual energy than anywhere else. This abundance of spirit particles exceeds the Soul Society, which is advantaged only because of its being made of spirit energy, whereas Karakura's energy is purely in the air around, meaning that it is rather difficult for absorbers to absorb it, compared to the Soul Society where it has form. Only Hueco Mundo is superior in this regard. Anyway, Karakura Town is the Spiritual Capital in terms of Reiatsu, and therefore it is only natural that a calling of those with Reiatsu would take place here. Essentially, humans must gather at a small hotel. Go to the lobby, and show them the business card that you have been sent. They will direct you to a room on the top floor, an enormous conference room with billiard, pool, a bar, and other things, as well as an enormous window for a view. It's almost like a ball room gathering of aristocrats, though it is something far different. Around sixteen humans have gathered so far, with a few more on the way. Join this conference, seek out its purpose. Careful. This is a lot of gathered Reiatsu. There might be hollows in disguise. 2 RPC participants maximum.

The business card that you have received looks like this.

[rosalie]

"Take that, you damned bastard!" She elbowed a small hollow down into the ground, creating a crater there. She kicked it, sending it flying. She ran after it, almost blurring, then slapped it across the face. It scurried away, whimpering.

"Ya! Take that!" She grinned and wiped a line of blood off of her forehead. She growled at that. Straightening her clothes, she walked - or perhaps glided would be a better word - down the street.

She arrived at her house to a curious letter. It was black, with a cartoonish school on the front.

Contact Us. was all it said. It then included a business card.

"Hmph ..." She stuck it in her front pocket and proceeded to make dinner.

---the next day---

She was gliding down a back alley, wearing her best dress, when a man, with a knife, came up to her. "Give me your wallet!" he demanded. She sighed. Why does this alway's happen? she glared at the man. "You ruffians are all the same ... no class." She raised a hand and flicked her wrist at the man's chin, sending him flying and skidding to a halt, buried in trash. She continued walking.

Finally ... It was late afternoon when she arrived at the hotel. Glancing down at the card, she cautiously pushed open the revolving doors to be met with glamour much like that of her former life. She sighed and memories flashed through her head; her parent's funeral, the men laughing, and a bloody mess that was her fiance. She clenched her fists and shook her head.

Showing the business card to the front desk, she was escorted rather hurridly towards the elevator, then the top floor, by a nervous looking human. Stepping out of the elevator, she came across a ball room full of stiff-looking people, reminescent of one of her parent's parties of her childhood.

Growling, she pushed her way through the crowd to the back wall, where she proceeded to slide to the ground in misery.

---An hour later---

Her moping over, and more human's arriving, she proceeded to gather information. She walked through the crowd, putting on her best ditzy, rich girl act, her light pink dress fluttering in the somber light, her hair and eyes reflecting brilliantly. She eventually came to another person who was "spiritually aware" as the Soul Reapers would put it.

"So ... do you know what this is about?" she mumbled out of the corner of her mouth.

EDIT!

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Strength - 50 {100} Points

Speed - 60 {120} Points

Spiritual Pressure - 30 {15} Points

Reiatsu Strength - 30 {15}Points

Light Aura - 60 Points

Dark Aura - 40 Points

Instinct - 40 Points

Senses - 40 Points

Energy sensory - 30 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points

[Zou ۞]

OOC: Don't forget to post your stats in a spoiler in the intro to any thread. Also don't forget to color your dialogue text.

IC:

All around, people were as described, stiff. They were tense. This was because everybody there was a stranger. No one knew anyone else present. Some people were conversing tightly, others were just sitting in one place. Mostly, people were evaluating each other. The person that Rosalie approached first was no different. Since fancy clothes were required today, he wore a black tuxedo with a black rose in the front pocket, sticking out. His dress shoes were shiny, visible as he crossed his legs, sitting on a table, rather than in the chair that was to accompany it.

The man was young looking, around twenty six, but with stubble around his mouth to indicate a growing beard. He had black eyes, and slicked back, medium length gold hair. He looked over Rosalie, examining her body, essentially checking the young girl out. However, it wasn't out of sexual interest. He wasn't observing her looks. It might appear this way at first, but he was actually gauging her power. He wanted to know what level she was at. He stopped looking at her body after a few seconds. "Everyone's been called here without a clue as to what's going on." he said.

"But I do know one thing for certain." The man motioned around the room. "Daemon, Aeta, and Fullbring Humans are all present. There's a large variety of humans with all sorts of powers here. As far as I can tell, everyone here has been living alone all their lives, and so they're checking out others with similar powers, trying to discern intentions as you are now. No one is sure what's happening, but we'll find out pretty soon. Whoever called this meeting won't keep us waiting. Not when almost everyone is here. There can't be more than one or two more humans than this in Karakura Town that use powers like ours."

Right on cue, the doors flew open, revealing two newcomers. The first was a woman with a very beautiful rose colored satin dress, fitted to her curves, and dancing beautifully with each and every graceful step, every last movement, that she delivered. The woman had white blonde hair, typically beautiful, and looked around the same age as Rosalie. She looked happy in this environment. Her eyes were blue. Next to her, a man that probably had no relation to her, and obviously didn't look like he was related either.

This one wore a black tuxedo identical to what the blond man Rosalie had approached was wearing, except he looked different. The male newcomer only appeared to be 18 or something similar, and his hair was a black buzz cut. His muscles were very tight, and his eyes were blood red, staring from bloodshot. He was pale, and his walking around was very discouraging. This one gave off an air of power. Rosalie wasn't tremendously good at sensing.

However, she should be able to sense the general levels of everyone in the room. There were some that had a massive amount of power. Two or three of those present were on par with an average Gotei Thirteen Captain, though Rosalie had probably never met one. The majority were at medium levels, mostly what one would consider "Class 5-3." A smaller portion, four or five, were like Rosalie, low level. Only around "Class 6-7." The two or thee that were "Class 2-1" kept to themselves. How should Rosalie react to everything around her? "Those two newcomers are pretty terrifying." The blond man said. "Look out. They're ridiculously strong. Before they entered, there was only one really strong person." He jerked his thumb at a corner, revealing a man with black hair sitting in a corner. "And that was him. With the arrival of these two new ones, that makes three at Captain or Espada level strength."

[rosalie]

She turned to look at every gesture. When he motioned to the two powerful human`s, her legs shook and she grasped his shoulder for support.

She stood up and shook herself off.
Ill be right back
she went to go talk to them. However, the nearer she came, she found it harder to breathe. The women was oblivious, but the military man was staring at her; she could swear that he was smirking. She glared at him, but it was all she could do to crawl away.

`damn concieted bastards!` she got back up on her legs, a little wobbly, but ok wary of all the eyes on her. `wutya lookin at!?` she snapped at a pale boy oggling her, following it up with a quick snap of her elbow to his chin, sending him skidding across the room.

She asked `so ... What are the espada and captains or4 whatever. And whats your name anyways?` her face was still flushed from anger and her knees are dirty from her crawling. She glared daggars at everyone near her. They cleared a wide birth, except those that were powerful enough to be able to stand up to her.

[Zou ۞]

OOC: You forgot to color your speech again.

Though Rosalie attempted to elbow the boy in the chin, someone's hand grabbed her arm, stopping it cold. No matter how much she struggled in that single instant, Rosalie would be completely unable to move her arm. It was a big man that held it, easily eight feet tall, and with heavy muscles. He released her arm, walking away. He'd just been protecting the boy. As Rosalie continued, she got back to the blond guy.

He regarded her cautiously. "Don't do that." he said in a tone of authority. "Everyone here has powers. More than likely, the majority of the people here outclass you. If you piss any of them off, they'll kill you without a second's hesitation. They survive by employing that branch of thought." He was right. Rosalie shouldn't attack anyone without knowing their powers. Despite her fierce attitude, the fact remained that most of the people here were around 'Class 4.' The boy she'd attacked was 'Class 6', though her sensory wasn't detailed enough to give her that much info.

At his level, that boy outclassed her by just a bit, though physically probably not. His full power was probably in reiatsu rather than body. Rosalie was one of those that seemed to care more about physical ability, which was good when low level. However, it was no good for her if someone of a higher level attacked. The blond man was right. Rosalie would die if she made anyone really mad. This was a place full of powerful humans.

However, one thing remained in certainty. The host had yet to arrive. The blond man exhaled. "My name is Ken." was all he said with a calm smile. No last name, nothing. Just a simple name. What kind of powers did he have? Out of everyone here, Ken was the only person that succeeded in masking his reiatsu to the point where no one could discern what kind of human he was. People could tell how strong he was, but it was uncertain if he used Fullbring, Daemon, or Aeta powers.

[rosalie]

She rubbed her arm.

Right ... well, I'll remember that.


She glared at the blonde man, Ken? That's it? No last name? What kind of perso-

She bit her tongue mid sentence. Remember what your brother taught you ... She thought to herself. His words reverberated through her head.

Anger is defeat's foreplay. Remember that. Never get angry in battle. Get passionate, get fired, but never get angry. For when you get angry, you get stupid. Now do as I do ...

She breathed slowly, her left hand coming to meet her right palm on her chest. She breathed deeply, closing her eyes as soothing images flashed before her eyes. Opening them again, the normally fury orbs were calm and placid, hidden beneath a layer of purebredness and politeness. She slowly brushed her sleeves and knees off, and straightened up. She now looked like a completely different person, the one she was originally going to be; a noble, rich, powerful, and fragile.

She offered her hand. Care to dance?/color] She spoke in her french accent, normally hidden by years of practice. She smiled quizzicaly at Ken, waiting for his answer.

[Zou ۞]

Ken looked at Rosalie's hand, and smiled. "No thank you." he replied politely. "Looks like our host is about to show himself." Right on cue, the curtains up front in the room opened up, revealing a huge balcony. At the very top, someone stood, with his hands on that same balcony's railing. The eyes that gazed down were....unreadable. He wasn't cold, but he wasn't warm either. Nor was he showing even the smallest modicum of emotion. However, what made him daunting was his spiritual pressure. His power. His pressure and reiatsu strength...it was impossible to tell how high they were.

They were so high, and it was so heavy, that it was impossible to read. In fact, the level he was at was so far above anyone else in the room, that comprehending was impossible. They just weren't on the same plain of existence. This guy was at a completely different existence far surpassing anything Rosalie, Ken, or anyone else in the room could ever attain. That was his strength. They couldn't even see the height on which he stood. No doubt, he was a handsome man, around 18 in appearance. His eyes were calm, and his hair was a short, sandy cut. He had his arms folded, and wore black desert traversing clothes. He also wore sandles.

He was pale, and his age of appearance was around 18, though he was probably much older. "Welcome." he said in an emotionless, and calm voice. "My name is Death." There was a dead silence, before several people snickered. "Is this some sort of joke?!" the woman newcomer from earlier demanded, laughing, giggling. Her blonde hair moved gracefully around her, and her beautiful face was contorted into an infuriating smile. Death looked down at her. "It is no joke." he assured her. "I am not the death that has claimed for all eternity, and which eventually claims everything. I am its humble servant, and its enforcer that shares its name."

"If I so please...." A hand suddenly flipped into Rosalie's. It was cold, ice cold. As if it had never given any warmth at all. It was icy not just physically, but in other ways. All that could be felt inside was ice, as if there was no soul. Death was in front of Rosalie, smiling. "I'll have the dance later." he said. But, that was a whisper. All around, Death could be seen. There was one of him for every person here, each one with a hand on the shoulder of, in the hand of, just near someone. "I can be everywhere at once..." Death on the balcony said. "I can claim all of you. But that is not the reason why I called you here today." Suddenly, all of Death was gone, and only the one on the balcony remained. "I called so that you would join my organization. Death Inc."

[rosalie]

She withdrew her hand slightly, her smile growing rather fixed.

Ah ... I see. Well, I can sympathize ...

She turned around and crossed her arms. Suddenly, this man ... This death arrived. He said his monologue. When he took her hand, she gasped at the sudden iciness.

She smiled.
I ... I will certainly hold you up to that ... she smiled perhaps a little too wide.



Death inc. That name doesn`t exactly inspire confidences. What are your intentions? She crossed her arms, defiant in the face of Death.

[Zou ۞]

"Intentions...?" Death repeated. "These are simple. To make Humans self sufficient. As it stands now, humanity stands dependent on the Shinigami, always relying on Soul Society. Death Inc will create its own spiritual community, run by humans! Humans will be able to find their own way there! Soul Society, we will transfer to our own Heaven! The Shinigami will be obliterated. Hollows will no longer be a problem, for we will destroy Hueco Mundo as well. In addition, the world we create will have particles of Reiatsu that prevent the formation of Hollows. Spirits will never be able to turn into Hollows again, and with Hueco Mundo gone, none will come to bother us."

That was a pretty bold plan. And, it sounded ridiculous, impossible. The murmurs around the room made it clear that no one believed Death could pull any of this off. Death looked around at everyone. "Allow me to prove that I am capable of such." he said. Death glanced at one of the two newcomers from earlier, the male. "Die." Death said. Suddenly, the newcomer dropped to the ground. Someone felt his pulse. He was dead. No pulse. Gone. Then, Death flicked his wrist. "Revive." The newcomer stood up, shakily at first, and after a few minutes of total disorientation. Only shock was left in the room. Until one of the guests suddenly became shredded as the body was shed.

A large Hollow roared, dancing around the middle of the room. "Someone get that pest." Death said. "Nuisances like that should be easy enough for anyone." Sure, Rosalie could get a chance to prove herself just by killing that Hollow. Maybe she could boost herself in Death's books. He was, after all, the strongest person in the room. To be able to kill someone just by glancing at them. To be able to revive them from the dead with a flick of a wrist, to reverse the process of dying itself. He was strong.

Death's Remaining Reiatsu: ???????

[rosalie]

Rosalie frowned as he said this.

But how ...? She murmured.

However, her frown quickly turned into shock as he killed, then revived, the man. Her murmurs were the same as everyone elses. She turned her eyes toward him, burning with a new curiosity.

If I can get into his good side, into this "Death, Inc.", then maybe ... just maybe ... he can help me become stronger. Maybe even help me rescue Derek and my brother ... but now ... how do I do this?

She contemplated this for a couple of seconds when, out of nowhere, a howl interrupted her thoughts and a scream from the lower level human's. The higher level human's just sneered at the hollow; obviously, it wasn't worth their time.

A lightbulb went off over her head. This is it! She tore her dress off to reveal her normal attire. Running forward, she dropped to one knee to slide baseball-style towards the hollow. Once there, she spun around still on the ground, kicking the hollow in the knees. Gathering herself under her hands, she flipped backwards, landing on her feet and sliding a few inches.

The hollow grunted and howled again. She lumbered forward, swinging one of his arms down towards her.

She raised both her arms to block the blow. She grunted with the force. Blood slowly started to trickle down the sides of her arms. She grunted, and pushed the hollow off of her, sending him reeling backwards, stumbling. She shook her arms off, growling a little at the pain.

She ran after the hollow, sending a flying kick to it's chest. Before it was able to recover, she ran up it's leg and elbowed it in the chin. She followed it up with one-two combo, then a knees to face. She finished with a roundhouse kick to the temple, which send it flying to the back wall and cracked it's mask slightly.

Walking up to it, she got ready to finish the job. However, one it's legs shot out and hit her own; a crack resounded across the room as her face paled. She a moan escaped her clenched lips. She cursed.

She punched downwards, breaking the hollows legs. She cracked her knuckles and punched it square in the chest, forcing it through the back wall and down ten floors before hitting the ground and disappating. She grinned, then shrugged to the floor as a small puddle of blood whelmed up underneath her feet. And stay out, you unholy bastard!


Stupid ... stupid stupid stupid! She muttered to herself, banging her head against the remains of the wall, her right leg sticking out at an akward angle.

That hollow was stronger than I thought ... plus, I probably broke my hand. She twitched said hand, then winced as fire shot up her arm.

Yep ... broken ... She sighed and raised her head to see that everyone was staring at her. Her eyes flashed. What are you people looking at?! she demanded, stumbling to her foot. She limped forward.

I'm perfectly fine, thank you very much! She gathered her dress from the floor and limped towards the man named Death.

I would like to thank you for the party. She offered her left hand, struggling to stand straight. I am honored by your invitation and would gladly accept. Please, do not hesitate to contact me. She flipped a card at him and smiled graciously.

She limped towards the door. Her left hand being busy with her dress, she proceeded to attempt to open the door with her broken hand. When she couldn't, she smacked the wooden boards surrounding the door, where it splintered. She opened the door and stepped out.

[Zou ۞]

OOC: Normally the owner of the thread controls an NPC enemy, meaning they'd be the one to make its attacks. Since it's such a low level thread, I'll let you get away with that one.

IC:

A hand moved onto Rosalie's shoulder from behind very suddenly. It wasn't cold like Death's, it was warm. It was more human, so to speak. However, whereas instincts meant she'd try to throw the person, instincts should clearly tell her that trying it this time was not worth it. The one behind her had powerful reiatsu. It was evident. He wasn't nearly as strong as Death, no one really could be. However, what strength he did have was still massive. He'd been the one in the corner, earlier. Even with the arrival of the newcomers, this guy had been the strongest until Death got into the room.

What was with the strong people and their interest in low level females? "Careful." the voice behind her said. "Anger causes you to lose control of your reiatsu. You're not in a good condition to face any more hollows right now." Instead of continuing any conversation though, the man turned around, walking away. He wasn't tremendously interested after all. But, he was also rather interesting. His power was off the charts compared to Rosalie, but that was made completely obvious when a Hollow burst in through the ceiling.

Someone else in the room stared at the ceiling, which began to fix itself. So, someone here had the ability to repair. But, the one that had spoken to Rosalie moved with a grace unlike any other. Others had backed away to give him room. The Hollow that got in was a very high level, and fighting it obviously would be rather difficult for over half the people here. An Adjuchas of high caliber had gotten wind of all the tasty scents. But, the black haired individual, with that medium length cut, the black jacket, and the red eyes, was not daunted at all. One second he was turning around to witness it, the next he was gone. Not a stepping technique, just his pure movement. He was five times faster than Rosalie.

Exactly five times. When he came back into perspective, he was still only a blur, and he was to the diagonal left of the Hollow, what appeared to be a desert eagle handgun visible in his left hand. It was aimed straight in between the eyes. A gunshot rang out as a bullet pierced through the Hollow's head, in between the eyes to kill it in one shot. The black haired man spun around, flicking his hand as the gun suddenly vanished, as if it had never been there. The Hollow turned to ash and blew away instantly, carried by a nonexistent wind.

The newcomer's red eyes gazed around for only a second, daring anyone that wanted to challenge him to step forward now, or back off forever. When no one stepped forwards, he resumed his normal posture, but suddenly vanished. If anyone tried sensing him, they'd feel his presence in the street. He was leaving too. Death had watched that one with interest. Obviously so, because that guy had been powerful. Rosalie could return to the party, leave on her own, follow the black haired guy, or go do something else completely. It was all up to her.

[rosalie]

Rosalie spun around in shock at the words whispered in her ear.

Who ... !? Her words caught in her throat at the spectacle that was laid out before. As the man disappeared, she made a snap decision; while most everone was preoccupied, she snuck out the door, her injuries forgotten.


Walking out the front of the lobby, she yelled after the man.

How the hell did you do that? she caught up to him

[Zou ۞]

The black haired man turned to see Rosalie coming after him. He'd just gotten into the streets, and so Rosalie ended up going through the lobby door to get outside. "Do what?" he asked. "Get behind you so quickly?" Next moment, he was to her side. "I'm just faster than you." But suddenly, he held that same golden desert eagle gun he'd had before. It was rather strong as a weapon since he'd easily taken out a Hollow before, but clearly this guy was a lot more than met the eye. His reiatsu, anyone could feel it. He was bad at hiding it, and anyone could tell that he was strong.

He was much stronger than most humans. "That's just my power." He said. "You've probably only recently discovered your gift, so you don't know what it's called or what it does. You're the same kind of human as me. I can tell. Everything has a Soul, even objects. We manipulate the souls in things. Some of us, the stronger ones, can manipulate a special object, personal to us, and turn it into an item or weapon with some kind of power designed to suit us." Next moment, his gun was gone, replaced once again by a Ring on his left hand. "I turn my Mother's Ring into a gun." he said.

"Our power is called Fullbring. And we're known as Fullbringers." The guy didn't bother to reveal some of his details, clearly. It was pretty evident that there was more to his power than that, but for now he revealed to Rosalie only the gun that came from the Ring. It was impressive, in that way. Rosalie had great physical attributes, and she'd relied on it up until now to defeat Hollows that tried to eat her once they sensed her reiatsu. However, this guy had superior physical attributes, plus special abilities.

Until now, Rosalie had probably assumed that her physical power was the peek of what she could get. She probably had never imagined Fullbring, or what she could get, the type of powers that she could really unlock. She was a bottom level. The guy in front of her was a top level. But, he didn't offer his name. If she wanted it, she'd have to ask. Otherwise, she'd just continue to know him as the black haired man.

[rosalie]

She frowned a little, trying to wrap her mind around what the man said.

Fullbring? Is that what its called? What i can do? I just figured ... I was special ... Turns out, not so much. she sighed and kicked at a rock in the ground.

What's your name? I'm Rosalie de la Belle. she curtsied lightly and flashed a white smile at him.

[Zou ۞]

"There isn't much that's special out there." The black haired man said. "Nothing is truly unique. There's always something like what you have. Somewhere in the Universe." That was a wise thing to say, though he shattered the illusion of wisdom by saying "Or something like that." He was at least a little bit lighthearted. That was good. His hands were pocketed at the time, since he'd put away the gun. He looked over at Rosalie, but didn't smile with his name. "Souzetsu Masarao." he said.

Death had had his eye on this guy. Most likely, he wanted someone as strong as Souzetsu as a subordinate. That was the only reasonable explanation that he'd eyed Souzetsu in that way. But all Souzetsu had shown was a gun, albeit an impressive one. Still, compared to what Death could do, that wasn't too great. Which meant that Death had probably sensed more to it than that, and which meant that Souzetsu probably had more power.