My sincerest apologies (Training, NDE)

[Botan Kuromori]

Ooc: This is a training battle between Kubi Tsure and Botan Kuromori. It's set in a small, dilapidated warehouse of the Seireitei, because of Kubi's apparent tendency to lurk near them. In order to initiate combat between two somewhat pacifistic characters, Botan's going to be unsettled by Kubi's aura, though not in the traditional sense. With the giant gap in reiatsu strength and spiritual pressure, Botan's going to assume the aura he sensed is some sort of high powered monster cloaking it's presence, not an academy student with barely any spiritual pressure or reiatsu strength.

IC:

'Why are we all the way out here again?' Kurenai Onna asked to her master, her voice slick and cruel in his mind. The spirit obviously wished to be back at the prison, "questioning" witnesses than all the way out here in the middle of nowhere. The only thing that had brought Kuromori was a quick visit to the 68th Rukongai District to see the girls in the Peony Room and make sure all was running well in his old home.

"Because, for just a moment there, I swore I felt reiatsu like yours all the way out here." He replied to the blade, sighing as though she were a simpleton. He could sense that Aura drawing closer, and readied himself. He'd never known anyone in the past who reminded him of Kurenai Onna so much; what sort of creature would possess an aura so vile as to match hers? How could they possible cloak it so well that he could barely pick it up, only intermittently?

'You mean reiatsu like ours, sweet child,' Kurenai Onna's voice, as smooth as velvet, rang in Botan's head, 'as much as you'd like to deny it, we're one in the same. That includes our reiatsu, my dear sweet boy.'

"It doesn't matter." Botan said, his anger rising slightly. " Whatever this thing is, it can't be good for the Seireitei to be wandering freely. I think we should detain it."

'Detain it? Don't sugar coat it sweetie.' Kurenai Onna's venomous, sensual voice slipped back into her master's thoughts. 'We're going to have fun with this one.'

The 4th seat of Squad 7 shifted from his standing position, loosely swinging his arms to the side and twisting his hips out to assume a casual combat position. He couldn't be certain what type of combatant he'd deal with, and as such waited to see if a physical attack would serve him more, or using one of his kido spells.

The air in the warehouse stirred, sending small clouds of dust whirling in the empty places. Darkness hung in the corners of the place, and a certain dank smell of neglect tainted the air, akin to mold and decay. A sad and sorry building, to be sure.

'Here it comes.' Botan thought as he sensed that aura drawing closer before it vanished almost as quickly as it rose.

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Strength - 100 Points [70-Soldier type cost]

Speed - 225 Points

Spiritual Pressure - 250 Points [375-Soldier Type bonus]

Reiatsu Strength - 250 Points

Light Aura - 40 Points

Dark Aura - 60 Points

Instinct - 125 Points

Senses 100 Points

Energy sensory - 50 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points


Total SP: 1100 Points

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Kubi was hanging out near the abandoned warehouses, tucked into a corner of the Seiretei. Why did he tend to hang around warehouses? Well, simple. They hardly had any people around them, and he hates interaction. The sort of people he did meet around warehouses weren't the kind for polite conversation. So, his dark brown, curiously hooded eyes, set in a face seemingly devoid of emotion, were downcast, the long, dark brown hair shrouding his face. His customized Shikahusho and Hakama - made to come to the elbows and ribs, and knees, respectively - showed off his dark, muscular arms and legs. His arms were deep in the pockets of his Hakama. He was strolling along like he was on the beach, not in the middle of a bunch of dilapidated warehouses.

Suddenly, Kubi senses something out of the corner of his eye. Just as he rounded the corner, he saw ... a seated officer? But ... there were never seated officers here! Normally, only workers and the occasional truant academy student came to this corner of the Seiretei. Kubi's eyes narrowed imperceptibly. He stopped, he and the soul reaper a good ten feet apart. Kubi was still in a casual stance. Suddenly, Kubi's aura exploded outwards, surrounding the area in a reaitsu heavy with fear, pain, and suffering. Even to someone like Botan, who outranked Kubi in Reaitsu Strength, would feel like the hand of Lucifer himself was surrounding him and slowly closing in. It was like the worries of a thousand tortured souls was shredded and sewn into this soul reapers reaitsu.

OOC:

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Abilities


Street Fighting Special Master

Lack of Fear Master

Calm Mind Master

Terrifying Aura Master

Charisma Adequate





Strength - 70 Points (95)

Speed - 70 Points (95)

Spiritual Pressure - 10 (8) Points

Reiatsu Strength - 50 Points

Light Aura - 50 Points

Dark Aura - 50 Points

Instinct - 50 Points

Senses 50 Points

Energy sensory - 0 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points

[Botan Kuromori]

Botan’s nerves might have been shot, but when Kubi appeared he merely quirked one of his petal colored eyebrows. Was this really the cause of the aura he’d sensed? The 4th seat merely shook his head, easing out of the combat stance he’d assumed. That was, until, Kubi’s aura flared outwards. The sheer malignance of it clawed at Botan’s skin, writhing into his senses. It was as though maggots were trying to eat their way through each of his pores while his stomach filled with molten metals. Pain, suffering, and misery hung about the air for a brief moment, and it threatened to consume Kuromori.

A pause filled the room as Botan lowered his head slightly, hiding his eyes, then, a slight giggle escaped from his lips, before he leaned backwards, drawing one of his lengthened sleeves up to his mouth to cover it, and hide his glee. It was obviously a mocking gesture to some, but it was just the way Botan acted at times. “Oh my. That was…interesting.” He batted his eyelashes slightly at the man, who appeared to be some sort of Shino academy student, “Cute trick, really. I’m betting you get all of the ladies that way.” Botan’s voice was it’s usual monotone, and as he said this his grey eyes surveyed Kubi calmly.

We are going to have fun with this one, aren’t we?[/color] Kurenai Onna’s voice slipped into Botan’s thoughts, the sensual venom commingling with Botan’s own ordered conscience. He had to agree with Kurenai Onna that he’d never sensed something quite like that, and that it made him just want to see Kubi bleed. The fight or flight response had been triggered, and truthfully, Kuromori was assuredly into the fight instead of the flight. Of course, as a seated officer, it wouldn’t do to merely attack a stranger outright, least of all one who seemed harmless enough.

“So, stranger, why don’t you tell me your name and why your aura, as adorable as it is,” Botan paused in his speech before shifting his weight onto one hip, resting his arm against it, not that Kubi would see given the modified sleeves of his robe, “ Just seems to remind me of my Zanpakuto so much?” The 4th Seat’s voice didn’t’ change from it’s normal monotone, though he quirked an eyebrow as he asked. “You’ve gotta understand, my blade’s a loathsome thing. Love her to death, but she and I can agree that she’s not exactly the ‘knight in shining armor’ or ‘angelic’ type of Zanpakuto. Truth be told, her aura’s more akin to a Hollow…or something worse.”

Flatterer…[/I] Kurenai Onna’s voice was sweet and sickening in her master’s mind. Botan Kuromori, 4th seat of Squad 7 and former torture specialist of Squad 6, wasn’t the type of person to back down from the prospect of pain or suffering. Truth be told, he was quite drawn to it; the fact he was more adept at inflicting it, rather than taking it, was a minor inconvenience. If Kubi didn’t watch his step, he was about to realize just what someone with Botan’s particular set of skills was capable of. Though he wasn’t carrying as many of his favored tools of the trade, Botan was more than able to test the limits of Kubi’s pain tolerance.