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Well, things sucked. Magnus was out of leads. However, he did have one last, final solution. It was also the way he wanted to avoid, but there was no helping it now. He took the phone in the room, and call a reception. His request was direct and simple: "Bring me all today`s newspapers." It was a gamble, as in the newspapers, there may be nothing about Baltasar, but he had no choice. However, knowing that newspapers won`t arrive for some time, Magnus turned on the TV. On one channel, there were news. Unfortunately, it was a French channel, and he knew only one word of French. So that was useless. However, Magnus had another option. While he was in Japan, he got himself a bit of technology. He got himself a tablet PC. It was cool-looking, all black, and it was also operating good. Also, since this was a good hotel, it had Wi-Fi. So he took his tablet PC and entered browser. He got on Wikipedia, and typed the name "Guillaume Baltasar". Now all he needed is the page to load...
Vian smiled and thanked Jean. He took the card and walked outside of the shop. Once outside of Jean’s store Vian saw an internet cafe. [Well I do need some more info about Guillaume Baltasar. Anything could help me in my planning most info that could really be useful would be hidden and top secret.I’m betting that pictures of him at public events and what he was doing at the events would be there. If anything I could see who was protecting Guillaume. I might be able to pull some names if I dig well enough. Vian smiled as he sat down and started his search for info about Guillaume. Most things would be useless but Vian hopped to find something of use. Maybe Vian could find out his next public appearance. Even though this party would be the best chance to get close to him Vian would need to take it carefully. If anything the best way to eliminate Guillaume is to get him to trust Vian more then he trusts the people around him.
A bomb here and there trying to kill Guillaume would certainly make Guillaume scared for his life. Especially if Vian told him that a hitman was after his life and would even go after his family. Never the less Vian was looking for info about Guillaume and the people around him. A powerful man like him with that much publicity would have to hire some bodyguards. Maybe Vian could fine some dirt about them or the company that they worked for. Vian also took a look to see how to build a bomb. The info about building bombs was easy to find. Vian also took a look to see where the hotel was and what the party was about. Vian spent a total of three hours on this. After finding what he found on the internet Vian smiled “interesting.” He had found some useful info but not much he did however find a way to make a bomb for cheap.
Vian walked out of the cafe he made sure to clean out his history from the web browser. You never know who is watching you. Vian decided to take a trip to the grocery store to pick up a few things for his bomb. Before he walked in he saw a pay phone Vian decided to use it to call Adele. “Adele my sweet it’s Vian look I need one more favor. I need you to make a few fake documents that show I was an Interpol agent undercover.I need them to show that the whole time I was with the family I was a spy for Interpol and leaked secrets to Interpol. I know that you can make up something good seeing how you are a veteran member of the family. I also need you to act as my handler if I need you to.” If things went south and Vian was captured by Guillaume’s men this would prove that he was a agent for Interpol or Vian could use it to convince Guillaume that he was one if the bomb was not enough. Once inside the grocery store he also saw some prepaid disposable phones. Vian picked one up as well. If he was going to convince Guillaume that he was a true Interpol agent then he would need one. If he gained Guillaume’s trust then a cell phone would be a great way to keep in touch. Vian knew the risks of doing this but Vian did not care. Vian also picked up a small sewing kit.
Vian left the grocery store with his items and headed back to his hotel room. Once inside Vian activated his fullbring and started to work on his bomb for Guillaume. Vian made sure that he left no fingerprints anywhere on the bomb.This was not going to be used to kill Guillaume but to scare him and make him think that he was a target for a hitman. VIan smiled as he put the bomb together. As makeshift as it was Vian was able to set a timer on it to make it blow up an hour after Vian entered the party. Vian also had a plan on how to sneak the bomb into the party. His fullbring would help him do it as well. The bomb was small but strong it could fit into his pocket but thats not how he was going to hide it. Vian took the small pari of scissors and took off his coat. Vian cut the inside of the coat lining near his left ribcage. He sewed a small pocket on the inside. He then placed the bomb inside and sewed up the pocket and activated his fullbring. He smiled as he saw that the black covered over where Vian had made his pocket. There was no way by looking at the coat that there was something there. Vian took a look and saw that he had only an hour and half to make it to the party.
Vian was not planing on killing Guillaume there at the party. To many people so much could go wrong.The worst outcome to this would be that Guillaume would know that there is someone after him and that Vian was watching his back. Vian was hoping that at the best Guillaume would trust Vian and follow him out of the town. Once outside of Paris Vian could pick a random place to kill him on the road and well to bury the body it would be best to try and form his corpse into a weapon then undo his fullbring causing it to turn into dust that Vian could just throw out on the side of the road. If that did not work then Vian’s other plan would be to burn the body out in the woods and make his bones into a weapon and well undo leaving no body behind to be found. At worst Guillaume would know that there is someone after him and that Vian was watching his back.
OOC: Um Zou you need to take out 300 ryo for the Interpol ID and about 170 for the materials for the bomb ,the cell phone, and the time spent at the internet cafe. If 170 is not enough then tell me what you think is fair. There are 500 prepaid minuets on the phone right now.
Last Edit: Aug 26, 2011 22:42:34 GMT -5 by Deleted
OOC: That will be 800 total ryo for everything ordered. It's not all that cheap. France is an expensive place. Also, you forgot to dock reiatsu for Vian. To activate Main Fullbring Stage 1 is 200 reiatsu.
IC:
For Jin, Magnus, and Vian, the internet displayed many things, most of which were just report articles from newspaper websites talking about how great Guillaume and his accomplishments were. A restaurant for the poor to eat nicely here, a hospital there. Donation to orphans, charity to sick animals, rescuing an injured bird, etc. He made his promises and kept them. Taxes lowered when he stood over a region in France, and crime went down under his time too. Of course, articles also talked about the party that would be held in three hours on that day. It was an opening for a hotel Guillaume was having. Notably, further information also revealed it to be a fundraiser for what else was coming. Wait, didn't that mean that not just anyone could attend?
Wouldn't this mean that one would have to be of relative importance to attend? Commoners could stay at the hotel, and catch glimpses of the party, but probably wouldn't even be able to go into the party room. That couldn't be good. Furthermore, in the case of Vian, it would take another hour for someone to deliver what he ordered, and it wasn't cheap. On another note, for the three surfing the web, pictures never once revealed any kind of security around Guillaume. This meant they were either disguised, hidden, or both. It always showed pictures of him giving speeches, walking out of somewhere, cutting a red ribbon, etc. But whatever happened, Guillaume was at most covered by that bullet proof glass which shielded important figures from sniping and whatnot.
There was never any sign of guards for Guillaume. This meant they were good. For a man as important and well loved as him, it was very much possible that there were dozens of guards of some kind. At any rate, the relayed information meant that they should start finding a way to plan what was going on. At the very least, each of the three ended up with the hotel address because of the internet. They should begin thinking of ways to kill Guillaume, and when as well. How he'd die, where he'd die, when he'd die, how to do so despite his security, how do dispose of the body, the layout of where he was dying, the layout of where he was being disposed, how to make sure no possible evidence was left behind. They had to think of all of that.
Otherwise, they'd be in trouble, and wouldn't be able at all to kill him. An assassination like this, especially of a high profile figure, was difficult. To underestimate it would be absolute death. And to assume something would be easy would also be absolute death. False assumptions would be death as well. Basically, nothing short of absolute, flawless, and well detailed planning would succeed in this situation. Anything less, and there would be hell to pay. By the end of surfing, and ordering whatever everyone needed, there remained only two hours before Guillaume's party.
Jin's internet surfing hadn't yielded alot of information on Guillaume, but it did tell him something useful. The site that he had looked through that gave him info on Guillaume's events told him about one that was happening today. In two hours to be exact. Jin suddenly stood up from his seat, surprising those sitting around him for a moment. The next event was in two hours. Two hours! He hadn't even done any planning! He would have to do the planning on his way there or something. If this was going to be successful, he had to make sure that he thought of every single possibility. Guillaume had security. Almost every famous person like him had them. That was a no brainer. The security were what were going to make this mission so difficult. That, and the fact that Jin was assassinating a person of high-profile.
Jin was still wondering why he had to assassinate him. If Guillaume was just a regular human, all Jin had to do was use his powers to threaten him or something. Of course that would be after he got past security. If Guillaume had reiatsu, Jin could fight him and steal the ring after the battle, but the security guards would still be a problem there. Plus, if Guillaume had reiatsu, who knows how strong he could be. It wouldn't be an easy battle. This was because of the fact that Jin was given no other information on the man. All the information he had gotten hadn't really helped him at all either. Jin should have hired a PEA like the other Executives of Death Inc. Maybe if he had, he could have sent his PEA on this mission instead.
Anyway, that didn't matter because now Jin had to get to planning. He sat back down and quickly scribbled down the address, room number, and time on some scrap sheet of paper he found lying next to the computer. He folded the paper up and slipped it into the right breast pocket within his coat. He looked around to make sure that no one was watching his screen. Then, he cleaned the browser history on the computer. Don had taught him stuff like that. Afterwards, he turned it off and stood up to walk out of the library. Just how was he going to plan this thing? Jin only had two hours to figure it out. Then again, he could just wait and assassinate Guillaume at another event. Though, it looked like the next one was a few days away. He didn't really want to make Death-Sama wait that long. He had trusted him to do it rather than one of the PEAs.
Jin called a taxi once he got outside and when it arrived, he told the driver to take him to the hotel where he knew Guillaume would be. As he rode in the car, he was pretty silent this time. He was thinking about what he could do. How to plan this thing. He didn't have enough information to plan this well enough. Without more information, he was going to miss important details and that could mean a failed mission. Jin couldn't fail though. He wasn't going to fail. He could always use his doll to heat the room and make everyone faint. He wouldn't really need to know where or who the security guards were if he could incapacitate them by heating up the room. The heat would make them and Guillaume faint as well as others in the room. Jin needed to make sure not to make the temperature too high or he would harm innocent bystanders. Death Inc. was a philanthropic group for the benefit of humans. If he harmed any, Death-Sama would have his head.
Jin wasn't sure if his heating the room plan would work out so well since he would also be harming innocent bystanders. What if he focused the heat? So that it was directed solely on one person. He could do that. He did it to himself when he was fighting in battle. He usually fought with Hitze surrounding his body, and since the doll protected it's master, it wouldn't fry him at such close range. However, it would be a different case for Guillaume. If Hitze surrounded him, he would fry him with prolonged contact. That would work, if Jin was able to get in. It had said that the room the event was being held in was for specific people. Probably other politicians and some famous and rich people. People of importance.
This thing was a fundraiser event though. Which meant that money would be donated. Wait, didn't Jin own a yoyo company? Toys were pretty big with little kids and all that jazz, so Jin was making a good amount of money. Not as much as some of those other toy brands like Hasbro or Bandai, but he was making money. Plus, Death-Sama had given him money to start the company off. Could he attend the fundraiser as CEO of JoJo's Yoyos to donate money? If he did, then maybe his plan could work. But, how would he get the ring from Guillaume after he overheated him? How would he dispose of him? Jin still had lots to think about on his way there. One thing he could cross off his list was finding clothes to wear. It was a good thing he usually dressed pretty formal. At the moment, he was dressed like an Executive, so he wouldn't need to stop anywhere and buy some fancy clothes to wear. The clothes he had on now would do nicely.
As for getting into the event, he needed to find out if the money he was donating on behalf of Jojo's Yoyo would be acceptable to get him in. Would people here even know about a toy company in England? Was he that big yet? Jin would need to play it smooth and calm. If that didn't work, maybe he would have to get a little rough. Demand some things with force. Paying someone off wouldn't work because afterwards, they could still betray him. So, that left brute force as one of the other options Jin had if he couldn't get in. His other option besides brute force would just be to find out where Guillaume would be heading next and take him out there or something. Right now, it was looking like Jin might not be able to assassinate Guillaume and steal the ring at this event with so many innocent bystanders around.
Last Edit: Aug 31, 2011 11:57:32 GMT -5 by Jin Yamada
"I'm tearing it all down. No structure. No Gods. No Masters. Just pure Anarchy..."
Learning what he learned Vian sighed and thought to himself for a bit. It looks like there are two possibilities that I have learned about his bodyguards. One is that he has none or that he has well trained ones that know better to be photographed. Seeing how he is really loved I am guessing that its the later one. Dam I was hoping to learn more about him but time is almost up. Adel should have the paper work all done by now so I should take my leave.
With that Vian changed his clothing a bit. He took off his blue shirt and placed a white dress shirt. He removed his tie and changed out of his white pants and wore a pair of black dress pants. His belt he changed for a normal black one. He pulled his hair down and wore it in a pony tail. If he was going to pose as an Interpol agent then he would need to look the part. Vian looked in the mirror and saw his earrings. Usually his hair covered them so he forgot all about having them on.
“Dam... should I take then off?” Vian had never removed the earring since he got them. He cared too much about them and what they meant to him. He wondered if they would blow his cover. Would it be unprofessional for an Interpol agent to wear earrings? His looked more like they belonged to a girl then a man. He did not care what people thought of them because he knew that it was a gift from his master. Vian sighed as he kept them on. “I will take the risk to keep my honor and the honor of my master.”
Vian left his room and started down the stairs of the hotel. It being a love hotel him leaving and coming he would never be remembered. With a quick stop to meet Adel nearby the cafe he smiled and said “thank you for the documents but I need you stay near by just in case I get in trouble.” Vian smiled at her as he kissed her on the cheek and stood up.Vian was about to start his plan to take the ring and kill Guillaume. He would need to plant the bomb to start everything off.
After walking to the hotel that the party was suppose to be at he took a look around inside. It was just about an hour and half before the party would start so he had time to plant the bomb but not an opportunity to do so. Vian tried to get a look inside the hall before he walked outside of the hotel and to the back alleyway. He found his way in a young kid about Vian’s age he was wearing a uniform for the hotel. Vian would kill this kid and take his uniform and use it to slip inside of the hotel party hall. He would plant the bomb then hide in the bathroom till the party would start. He would change his clothing and return back to his dress attire to blend into the party.
Vian smiled at the kid and said “have a light?” He pulled out a box of cigarets. Vian looked around as the kid looked for his lighter. He saw that there was no one around to see what was about to happen. No cameras nothing to blame Vian for the death of this kid. Vian wrapped his arms around the kids neck and snapped it. Killing him in an instant. He picked the body up and moved it deep inside the alley. He took all off the guys clothing and saw that he had his car keys on him. Good a car it will work no matter what it is.He saw a few trash bags and threw him under them covering the body. The smell from the trash and the amount would make it impossible for them to find the body until way after this party was over.
Vian quickly dressed himself in the kids clothing and slipped inside of the hotel. Vian kept his head down as he walked inside of the ballroom where the party would be. Everyone inside was busy working and did not noticed as Vian placed the bomb inside of the podium where Guillaume would make a speech. Vian used his fullbring to bend the wood to cover up the bomb making it impossible to see it. Vian slipped out of the room and into the bathroom that was connected to the ballroom. He walked inside of a bathroom stall and changed his clothing and waited for the party to start. He only had to wait thirty minuets before it would begin. The bomb would go off one hour after the party started. If it killed Guillaume oh well he could steal the ring in the confusion and make off with it. Vian looked at his watch “thirty minuets till the party and forty till I leave this restroom.” Vian would make sure that the people were there before he would leave the bathroom stall.
Last Edit: Sept 4, 2011 22:02:18 GMT -5 by Deleted
Vian made it into the hotel with the kid's clothing, as a servant of the hotel. He was carrying his own clothes rather suspiciously, since servants typically had both hands free, and didn't carry a coat and other attire around randomly. Furthermore however, this wasn't the point. Despite being suspicious (like the terrorist carrying a backpack), Vian's problem had nothing to do with carrying the clothing. Rather, it had to do with his attempted entry into the party. All servants entered through the same entrance. Everyone entered through the front entrance, and then went wherever they had to go. There wasn't a single exception. This sucked quite a bit for Vian for one reason.
This was a super high profile party. It had a lot of important people. Wasn't it dead obvious that there were people that wanted to commit assassination not just for Guillaume Baltasar, but probably for some of the other people in the party too? Of course they were weary of assassins, terrorists, suicide bombers, etc. All sorts of things were possible at this kind of event. Naturally, when Vian tried to get in, he was stopped. Numerous men in black tuxedos, matching pants and dress shoes as well were present. Each one had some kind of earpiece, each one had some sort of buzzcut. Each one wore black tinted sunglasses. Furthermore, out of the maybe ten men present at the entrance, five on either side, at least eight had their hands in their pockets. Two of them had both hands free, and were helping the other arriving guests with the process of getting in.
What was the process of getting in? Well, once at the official entrance, there was a guest list of people that were invited, and one had to present not only a name, but a place where they were supposed to be, if they weren't a guest anyway. Random hotel servants couldn't just get in. People had been specifically chosen for the job. For all Vian knew, his stolen role might not be invited. Hell, did he even know the name and whereabouts of his role? He did not. He had no name tag. It seemed only desk clerks really had those in hotels like this. No name, no information. Vian hadn't planned appropriately. However, it was worse. There was a dilemma before Vian even got to that entrance. This was what one of the suit guys was helping with. Security check.
Each person had to step through a metal detector like at an airport, and leave shoes, extra clothes, etc inside of a box and let it file through the scanner. Each person was then patted down, and their affairs quickly checked manually just in case. It was very high profile, after all. The crime rate in France had risen lately, and therefore it was only natural for this kind of event to have this kind of security. In reality, the amount of important people was incredible. It wasn't like cheap American inefficiency for political events. In Europe, things became quite strict when it mattered. How could Vian even hope to get in?! He couldn't plant that bomb! The detectors would obviously detect his bomb. Even if they didn't, it would be discovered in the pocket once his affairs were examined. If he had anything hidden on his body, it would be found in pat-down.
Even if Vian somehow cleared this way, he lacked information to do this. He couldn't get in without a name and information that went with the name. What if they had pictures with each person too? If there were pictures, they'd recognize he wasn't who he said he was. He should have checked out security procedures before trying this, and he should have done some better background searching on everyone. That was what a professional did. He'd come completely unprepared. Worse yet, he didn't know the layout of the building, while security probably did. If he tried to escape, people would easily catch him. Wouldn't he look suspicious and then be monitored if he just left the line? He'd already entered the line however, and it was moving forwards, getting to him! What would he do?! If he left the line, suspicious. If he stayed in line, he was screwed. There were people all around!
He couldn't just kill any of the security guards, because there were too many. He got to one, the other nine would instantly take him out. What was going to happen to Vian?! What could he possibly do?! Meanwhile, Jin had gotten to the hotel, which was also surrounded by a few expensive and high profile shops. He couldn't buy anything exquisite like guns or bombs or information or whatever. Jewelry, clothing, etc. He could go searching for that. However, if he was going to buy anything, or if he was going to aim to do something, or plan or whatever, he should hurry. When Jin got there, an hour and a half remained until the party. When Vian was in the line, it was 30 minutes until. Jin would be done planning (hopefully) by the time Vian was already initiating. What would happen?!
Post by Raar Hum Raa´rh on Sept 8, 2011 13:44:21 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry, too lazy to switch accounts.
IC:
As soon as Magnus saw everything that he wanted, he turned off his tablet. He decided that it is best to try and do something ASAP. He had no time to waste. He immediately changed into his best attire, his toxido. He also put two fingers o his left hand, one on mid, and one on ring finger. One was his silver ring, which contained his personal Satsujun adviser. Other one was something that he got along with his gigai. It was small, iron ring. However, when it would be pressed to his forehead, he would leave his gigai. It was very convenient. In the emergency, he could just disappear. However, there was more to the plan than that.
Magnus took his famous stealth gun, and placed into a small ivory box, that he specially got to keep it from harm. It was essential for the plan that he just thought off. He had infiltration in mind. Knowing that the party will not begin yet, Magnus was still pretty relaxed. He called taxi, and told driver to drive to the hotel where party was supposed to be held. While he was driving, he used his silver ring, using his thought to relay a question to the Satsujun: Do you know anything about this guy? He didn`t get his answer, since the taxi stopped in the front of designated hotel. Magnus told driver to wait, while he went inside.
He entered hotel, but was stopped by the people in black. Even to Magnus, it was crystal clear that these were security. However, Magnus had the story prepared for them. "Greetings gentleman. My name is Osvaldo Maroco de Fereira. I came here all the way from Argentina, for one purpose only. You see, I`m an apprentice of a weaponsmith. You must have heard of Roberto Milasori. My master is a great admirer of Mr Baltasar, so he decided to present him his latest work. However, I am under strict instructions to give the present to Mr Baltasar only, in person. So, gentleman, may I come in? Also, when can I see Mr Baltasar. Even though I cannot plan his time, it would be best if I could see him right away, so I can get some rest. The trip was pretty tiring."
Yep, that was it. Magnus`s grand scheme, his super plan. Even though there was a possibility that it might fail, to him it seemed like perfect, impossible-to-fail plan. So, what would security say?
Foolish pigeon. A voice irritably noted in Magnus's mind. It was Husk's imprint, in other words the fake Husk which was made to be an adviser to all who wore that black ring. This man is of high social and political importance. To think such a pitifully planned and thought-out tactic would work is blasphemous. You don't have any information. Magnus walked up, and the security simply looked at him, and turned him away with very few words. They told him that not only was he not on the guest list, and it was assured that he would be if he had any business at all with Guillaume, but they'd never heard a single thing about either he or his master.
Furthermore, what good were weapon smiths in this day and age? Who knew anything about famous weapon smiths? This was modern day Paris! What was he talking about? It was also illegal to be permitted entry into this event with a weapon, anyway. With that, Magnus was quite quickly and obviously turned away, being expelled from the line. Why would he be allowed in? Such a thought was foolish, after all. It was certain that he should have investigated more. He knew nothing about his enemy. He didn't know when or where at this event Guillaume would make an appearance, nor did he know the capability of the guards that kept these people safe. Do not be so foolish, Arrancar. You will fail or die if you are arrogant. There was Husk again, nagging him.
Pigeon, you should first gather information of value. This means knowing his exit route, his schedule, and other variables. Husk was pretty adamant about it, but not without good cause after all. It was with good reason that he explained this to Magnus, who had done virtually no planning at all for this event. It was rather foolish to assume that one could get away with an assassination with the miniscule amount of information that he had obtained. He had come unprepared, having gotten almost nothing. The same was true of everyone else trying to kill Guillaume Baltasar. It wasn't even a contest. Some assassins would have made preparations weeks in advance to killing someone.
Post by Jin Yamada on Sept 17, 2011 14:50:46 GMT -5
OOC: I think it's my turn, so I'll be posting soon. I finally figured out my internet problem. The wifi in my apartment goes out at specific times when alot of people are on it. I'll try to get in a post tonight, but if I don't, it's because my internet went out. Sorry for the holdup.
Also, please skip my post. I'll put it in later. I'm busy with school at the moment.
Last Edit: Sept 19, 2011 21:08:39 GMT -5 by Jin Yamada
"I'm tearing it all down. No structure. No Gods. No Masters. Just pure Anarchy..."
Post by Raar Hum Raa´rh on Sept 22, 2011 13:45:26 GMT -5
Magnus listened to Husk`s "advice", but his answer to Husk was short. Fuck you. Don`t ya dare calling me pigeon, ya metal ring fake asshole. Lemme show ya how I will take care of this shit. Infiltration is not an option anymore, so I will simply blast my way in. Magnus was not discouraged by failure of infiltration attempt. He always had a backup plan, as he was good at making schemes, both crazy and rational ones. And he had a brand new backup plan for the occasion. To blast his way in. For many people, it was impossible, but for him, granted that he was Arrancar, and spiritually unaware beings couldn`t see him outside of his Gigai. That was the main catch of his plan. As far Magnus was concerned, Baltasar was just a mere Human, and they could not see him.
About twelve yards from the hotel, he clenched the ivory box tightly, so he wouldn`t drop it, when he got out. Then, he pressed the iron ring on his forehead, ejecting himself from the Gigai. The fake body fell to the ground, but Magnus quickly opened ivory box, which was still held by hands of Gigai, and took out his famous Invisibility gun. Then, he shot his Gigai with it, making it disappear. He needed no attention, since he was going to make a blast. Standing in his old, all-white outfit with his Zanpakutou at his belt, Magnus put the gun in inside pocket of his coat, and aimed his hand towards the hotel entrance. He charged big, lime green Cero. Even though his Cero was still inferior to those of more advanced users, like Kuroi, his power grew during past seventeen months, so his Cero became a bit bigger, and pretty stronger. With Cero charged, Magnus exhaled. "Well, time to roll." Then he fired it. It was flying towards the hotel entrance. If anything was guaranteed, that was the fact that casualties are going to be big, and that Magnus will be able to get inside of the hotel, taking one step closer to his target...
OOC: I intentionaly dropped out part when Cero hits, since I am not quite certain how much damage will 400 RS Cero do.
Remaining Reiatsu: 1050 (-200 for Cero)
Remember me? I don't think you will for much longer.
Husk's voice cackled in the mind of Magnus when he aimed his palm, and tried to fire his Cero. Nothing came out. His reiatsu was instantly lost, and he'd certainly feel the same sensation that all Arrancar felt when they fired a Cero. And yet, nothing came out. Nothing at all. Not even the vaguest wisps of red, and not even a trace of reiatsu. If he looked at his palm during the seconds of firing, he'd see his palm had turned red, but the red disappeared, almost as if evaporating directly into thin air when he tried to shoot his Cero. What had happened?! Nothing at all! No one had noticed his Gigai suddenly disappear, but on the other hand, this also meant no one had interfered with Magnus.
His reiatsu hadn't come out. It hadn't worked. His body wasn't being interfered with. It felt perfectly normal. It should be fine, then. And yet, no reiatsu came out. If he saw his red palm, he'd know that he wasn't just useless for some reason. His reiatsu had been there, but it had failed. Why had it failed? Husk continued to cackle in the mind of Magnus. I don't see it. I don't see anything. That was Husk's taunt to Magnus. Whatever was happening, it was most certainly strange. What exactly was going on? In that case, did Magnus have an alternative plan for this? How did he exactly plan on using his Arrancar status to his advantage if he couldn't use Cero? Could he use any of his other attacks?
Whatever was happening was certainly strange. Anyone would be flustered, shocked, and terrified by the sudden draining of their power. There was no explanation revealed to Magnus for it either. Just what was doing it? In the meantime, though, every single person present to try and kill Guillaume still had to find a way to get it done. Who would win? Who would get this game?