Post by Schultz Silverhult on Mar 25, 2012 9:57:29 GMT -5
Midway through Shiga’s counterattack with his new katana, Schultz’s illusions would simply vanish. Both the one that altered the two Shinigamis’ temporal perception and the image of himself that had appeared behind them simply disappeared, the former causing a shift of sorts as their mental perception suddenly caught up. If they were confused about the effect suddenly ending, then they would have to remain so; considering that the real Schultz was a fair distance away, they wouldn’t be able to see the foe that hampered him and broke his concentration. They had their own worries to deal with, thankfully, but then again, so did the Septima, and he wasn’t enjoying the interruption.
A Hollowfied Vizard was admittedly a surprise for the Septima, who had thought he would be out of the battle for the moment. However, he quickly adjusted to the situation even as the man brought his sword around for a swing. A copy of the illusion that he had used only moments ago would slow the Vizard’s perceptions down, and then a Sonido would carry Schultz out of the way while an afterimage illusion was left behind to serve as him. He would appear directly behind his attacker, back to him even as the man was finishing his attack. Of course, to him it wouldn’t seem like he was finishing; his blade would be shearing through “Schultz” with no effect. In the few moments before his perceptions would catch up, the real Septima made his strike.
All four blades that were connected to the chains on his back would stab backwards, and if the Vizard didn’t dodge quickly, they would pierce through his heart, his lungs, and his lower viscera. Even if he did move, his perceptions would have him far enough behind that a partial hit should be possible, the blades gouging into the Vizard’s body regardless of where they hit. Schultz’s attacks were quick and precise, as he wanted to get back to the matter at hand: killing those two Shinigami who were down below. Blood was blood and that was all fine and well, but the Septima had been enjoying watching his prey before he had been interrupted. He didn’t appreciate being bothered.
But it didn’t stop there; Schultz had methods to show his irritation. Around them in about a twenty-foot radius, time seemed to stop. This was another visual illusion, a simple snapshot that was projected around them. It would be discomforting to see everything pause, as if you were isolated from the world itself. Isolation, after all, was one of the cruelest forms of punishment; to see one’s allies and comrades but unable to do anything was hard to bear, especially in a war. Schultz himself seemed to vanish within the space of the illusion as well, concealing his presence from the Vizard. It was a world by itself within the apparently stopped time.
Words would be spoken, inserted directly into the man’s mind. “What shall I do with you?” A stab of pain, as if a blade were thrust through the man’s stomach, would suddenly jolt through him without leaving any physical mark. “You attacked the Septima, after all.” Another wave of pain came as if the man’s arms were being ripped from their sockets. “And let me tell you, he isn’t known for having the most patience…” Once more pain rolled in, this time piercing like a migraine but worse, as if a weapon were being twisted inside his skull.
“I suppose I should kill you.”
With that, the Vizard’s breathing would simply be cut off. It wasn’t a physical change, as Schultz wasn’t strong enough to risk moving in to strangle him and his illusions weren’t fully solid, but the belief that one was suffocating would do nicely. With the brain believing that it wasn’t getting any oxygen, the Vizard’s head would soon be foggy, and consciousness would begin to fade. Then, as he continued his belief that he couldn’t draw breath, the man would collapse, his body uncooperative as his brain believed that it was beginning to shut down. Eventually it might shut down to the point where he would collapse from asphyxiation despite breathing air just fine out of physical reflex, and then the illusion would be broken on his unconscious mind. But at that point, a simple stab of a blade through his back would be more than enough.
Once that was done, the Septima left his victim to collapse. There was no time to deal with minor nuisances, and Schultz had more important things on his mind. A Sonido would place him at a completely different rooftop, and two quick Cero shattered a pair of such from various Hollows that were striking at random. The Hollows were powerful, yes, but they couldn’t match an Espada’s Cero. Once the immediate danger had been handled, Schultz recreated the illusion of himself back near Shiga to watch his fighting. Seeing through his illusion’s eyes once more, he could observe and figure out the abilities of his enemies.
What he saw admittedly astounded him. That Kuchiki captain—Schultz knew of the family from his records, and could identify them as such, but not individual members specifically—was using his weapon to stain things red, and create more blades that could do the same. As much as the Septima appreciated the bloody color, he knew that this would not be a good situation for Shiga. As a result, he was going to have to tamper with this captain’s attack somehow. If Shiga was injured or even killed, the Ogatago weren’t going to be very pleased; after all, their allies hadn’t really worked hard to protect them yet!
Well Schultz was going to do something about that. The first step was to experiment and find a weakness. Did Kuchiki’s power come from his perception of the color, or did he mark it with his Reiatsu in some way? So far, Schultz had seen the man’s blades come from things he himself had stained red, but he hadn’t been there for the whole battle either. Would it be any red object, or only ones he had created? If it were the former, it would likely be based on the captain’s perception of the color. If he couldn’t perceive red, then he wouldn’t have an angle to attack from. If that was the case, one small set of illusions would be enough to put the man in his place for the moment.
To everyone’s eyes, Shiga’s included, the red would simply seem to drain out of the Ogatago’s clothing, his weapon, and the ground; even Kuchiki’s weapon appeared to be drained of all color, normal hues returning to it. Blades would seem to halt before retracting into the surfaces from which they came, vanishing completely. In truth, they were still present, but not visibly so. Schultz was present in illusionary form to the right of the combatants; if they looked around, they would notice him and probably attribute the change to his abilities. Schultz’s talent with illusions wasn’t well-known, which suited him just fine; making the enemy believe what he wanted them to believe was simply part of his plans.
And then he spoke through the illusion. “I don’t appreciate you attacking my ally.”
Schultz’s Remaining Reiatsu: 3100
Resurrection: 2/12
Reiatsu Status: Infinite (Reduction after: 500; -100 for Sonido, -400 for 2x Cero)
A Hollowfied Vizard was admittedly a surprise for the Septima, who had thought he would be out of the battle for the moment. However, he quickly adjusted to the situation even as the man brought his sword around for a swing. A copy of the illusion that he had used only moments ago would slow the Vizard’s perceptions down, and then a Sonido would carry Schultz out of the way while an afterimage illusion was left behind to serve as him. He would appear directly behind his attacker, back to him even as the man was finishing his attack. Of course, to him it wouldn’t seem like he was finishing; his blade would be shearing through “Schultz” with no effect. In the few moments before his perceptions would catch up, the real Septima made his strike.
All four blades that were connected to the chains on his back would stab backwards, and if the Vizard didn’t dodge quickly, they would pierce through his heart, his lungs, and his lower viscera. Even if he did move, his perceptions would have him far enough behind that a partial hit should be possible, the blades gouging into the Vizard’s body regardless of where they hit. Schultz’s attacks were quick and precise, as he wanted to get back to the matter at hand: killing those two Shinigami who were down below. Blood was blood and that was all fine and well, but the Septima had been enjoying watching his prey before he had been interrupted. He didn’t appreciate being bothered.
But it didn’t stop there; Schultz had methods to show his irritation. Around them in about a twenty-foot radius, time seemed to stop. This was another visual illusion, a simple snapshot that was projected around them. It would be discomforting to see everything pause, as if you were isolated from the world itself. Isolation, after all, was one of the cruelest forms of punishment; to see one’s allies and comrades but unable to do anything was hard to bear, especially in a war. Schultz himself seemed to vanish within the space of the illusion as well, concealing his presence from the Vizard. It was a world by itself within the apparently stopped time.
Words would be spoken, inserted directly into the man’s mind. “What shall I do with you?” A stab of pain, as if a blade were thrust through the man’s stomach, would suddenly jolt through him without leaving any physical mark. “You attacked the Septima, after all.” Another wave of pain came as if the man’s arms were being ripped from their sockets. “And let me tell you, he isn’t known for having the most patience…” Once more pain rolled in, this time piercing like a migraine but worse, as if a weapon were being twisted inside his skull.
“I suppose I should kill you.”
With that, the Vizard’s breathing would simply be cut off. It wasn’t a physical change, as Schultz wasn’t strong enough to risk moving in to strangle him and his illusions weren’t fully solid, but the belief that one was suffocating would do nicely. With the brain believing that it wasn’t getting any oxygen, the Vizard’s head would soon be foggy, and consciousness would begin to fade. Then, as he continued his belief that he couldn’t draw breath, the man would collapse, his body uncooperative as his brain believed that it was beginning to shut down. Eventually it might shut down to the point where he would collapse from asphyxiation despite breathing air just fine out of physical reflex, and then the illusion would be broken on his unconscious mind. But at that point, a simple stab of a blade through his back would be more than enough.
Once that was done, the Septima left his victim to collapse. There was no time to deal with minor nuisances, and Schultz had more important things on his mind. A Sonido would place him at a completely different rooftop, and two quick Cero shattered a pair of such from various Hollows that were striking at random. The Hollows were powerful, yes, but they couldn’t match an Espada’s Cero. Once the immediate danger had been handled, Schultz recreated the illusion of himself back near Shiga to watch his fighting. Seeing through his illusion’s eyes once more, he could observe and figure out the abilities of his enemies.
What he saw admittedly astounded him. That Kuchiki captain—Schultz knew of the family from his records, and could identify them as such, but not individual members specifically—was using his weapon to stain things red, and create more blades that could do the same. As much as the Septima appreciated the bloody color, he knew that this would not be a good situation for Shiga. As a result, he was going to have to tamper with this captain’s attack somehow. If Shiga was injured or even killed, the Ogatago weren’t going to be very pleased; after all, their allies hadn’t really worked hard to protect them yet!
Well Schultz was going to do something about that. The first step was to experiment and find a weakness. Did Kuchiki’s power come from his perception of the color, or did he mark it with his Reiatsu in some way? So far, Schultz had seen the man’s blades come from things he himself had stained red, but he hadn’t been there for the whole battle either. Would it be any red object, or only ones he had created? If it were the former, it would likely be based on the captain’s perception of the color. If he couldn’t perceive red, then he wouldn’t have an angle to attack from. If that was the case, one small set of illusions would be enough to put the man in his place for the moment.
To everyone’s eyes, Shiga’s included, the red would simply seem to drain out of the Ogatago’s clothing, his weapon, and the ground; even Kuchiki’s weapon appeared to be drained of all color, normal hues returning to it. Blades would seem to halt before retracting into the surfaces from which they came, vanishing completely. In truth, they were still present, but not visibly so. Schultz was present in illusionary form to the right of the combatants; if they looked around, they would notice him and probably attribute the change to his abilities. Schultz’s talent with illusions wasn’t well-known, which suited him just fine; making the enemy believe what he wanted them to believe was simply part of his plans.
And then he spoke through the illusion. “I don’t appreciate you attacking my ally.”
Schultz’s Remaining Reiatsu: 3100
Resurrection: 2/12
Reiatsu Status: Infinite (Reduction after: 500; -100 for Sonido, -400 for 2x Cero)