Post by Souza Kuchiki on Feb 11, 2014 20:19:08 GMT -5
OOC: Warning! Incoming large post.
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"Bet you can't do that again."
And there it was. A challenge, an oh so stupid, foolish, repetitive challenge. Souza hated that kind of thing. Come on. Why would he fall for a taunt like that? How dumb did this guy think the Kuchiki Heir was? Oh, wait...what was that? Some sort of strange cylindrical object...the same as had been touched earlier by Aoe. That was how Souza knew that it had special properties. "Is that the device that you used to separate Aoe from his Gigai earlier?" Souza asked rhetorically, knowing full well already that yes, it was the same object which had caused Aoe to lose synchronization with the human form, and which had also been left steaming with some reiatsu as a result of what had happened as soon as Souza's teammate touched it.
As Kazura plugged it in, Souza got a better view of the suit, and how it seemed to function. It was more of an automaton than a spiritual contraption, more like something that Squad 12 would have cooked up under more tame Captains. It was a machine, not a spiritual entity. That was reassuring to Souza. It meant that he didn't even have to kill it. He could actually just break it. It was a tool. The Kuchiki Heir had fully turned to Kazura at this point. Ugh, what a drag...Why did this guy have to be such a tedious little exercise? How unfitting an opponent for the Esteemed Heir of the Noble Kuchiki Family. That strange device, whatever it was, some sort of power-up or battery, had better make things more interesting than before.
"You haven't understood yet," Souza challenged the statement of his opponent. "A machine won't assist you here. Your weapons are merely tools. A Zanpakuto is living. Breathing. A human like you probably cannot understand it, but as the scorer of the first real strike, I have won our first exchange, in other words our first debate. This means that what I say now is true." He was running under the assumption that victory or killing would make him right, and why shouldn't they? After all, how custom was it for the Kuchiki Heir to ever be challenged? Oh, right, it wasn't. People couldn't challenge their superior, especially if he was always right, as Souza was. There was no doubt that Souza would always be right.
"As to your challenge," Souza continued, almost ignoring Kazura's middle finger. "More accurately, I have no need to do it again. Next time will be a different sort of loss for you..." Souza was threatening Kazura, because the taunt actually truly had annoyed him. Souza was a hot headed, hot blooded young man, a youth who was accustomed to always being obeyed, and while he may have appeared calm on the outside, he was furious on the inside, and hated to be challenged. This guy wasn't going to be left off the hook...Souza wouldn't be so forgiving as that. This stupid human had done nothing to earn that kind of amnesty. And, as Souza spoke, his right eye changed. The whites to black. The color to layers of rippling white.
"The goal is simple. I'll mix up the bowls, and you lift up the one that you think has the battery underneath. Sound like fun?" The words of a young human male a little bit in over his head in dealing with the spiritual world. Very few could ever say that he knew what he was getting himself into when he first began his journey. "The Soul Society is here in my town again?" A man whose knowledge does not yet reach nearly where it should for attempting to deal with these encounters with the spiritual world, and whose present state of mind and body are inadequate for competing against those from these very worlds; None could ever say, truly, that at any point did Kazura Uzaki know what he was getting into.
"You have some nerve to be asking for a conversation after such rude conduct," Words belonging to a young, aristocratic noble, way in over his head in the belief that he could conquer the Soul Society as he is now, and full of vanity and arrogance. A brash young man whose ideals are not yet fully formed, whose dreams are only of glory and victory, and whose attitude is quite spoiled still and has much ways to go for growth of character. "You want my Zanpakuto? A worthless life such as yours has no right even considering the purchase of a fragment of it." Feeling insulted, offended, and challenged, any young man would rise to conquer the challenger and establish some kind of dominance early on.
"If you don't think that I'm worthy of your swords, why don't we take this conversation somewhere else and I can show you what I can do." The brief sounds of motion and dialogue, a shot like an arrow fired and like the sizzling hiss of a grill. The sound of metal on metal, and then a crunching sound like a sword cutting into flesh, and tearing out. A clean slicing sound, indicating success, and a grunt of pain. Blood splashes across the floor. "My blade is worth far more than you could ever offer. Your life ten thousand times over would not amount to it." A young man intent on destroying his foe. "Bet you can't do that again." A challenger to what seems now an easier to predict outcome. "Next time will be a different sort of loss for you." An eye surrounded in black, with color of wavy and rippling layers of white. Cut to black.
A blur of motion was all that could be seen of Souza to the ordinary, naked human eye. He was moving at his top speed, and blazed across the battle field in a more obnoxiously unpredictable, unorthodox pattern this time around. Of course the Kuchiki Heir could do something as simple as this. One second he could be seen near the entrance to a shop, but the next he could be seen diagonal left and almost behind Kazura, but the next he was homing in from the front again. He was using his speed to create movements which were difficult to follow, and was weaving unpredictably, until at last he came back to the front, and stopped moving. He had been testing his opponent's reactions and psyching him out. This was not only a battle, but a game of chess.
"It's odd..." Aoe said. "When I first saw him in combat, I thought to myself, 'well shit. If he's the Kuchiki Heir, he must be uber strong. But then I saw that he was good, but not as overwhelmingly good as I had expected. He wasn't overpowering like his dad is reported to be. But as I got to know him better, I noticed his opponents, regardless of that lack of overwhelming, always lost...Souza never loses, and his opponents always end up seeming like nothing..." This was answered promptly by Makise. "It's because he is so strong that you did not immediately notice it," he clarified to Aoe. "How do you mean?" Aoe asked, attempting to achieve some kind of clarity to Makise's words.
"Souza fights like he plays chess. He is strategic, methodical, and meticulous. He lures out your strength and examines it and you, and then all at once becomes overwhelming and crushes you at your best. Unlike Kenpachi, who crushes you at the start, Souza makes you go all out before annihilating you completely. In the end, you are left far more broken against him than you would be against a brute such as Kenpachi." They were discussing Souza's fighting technique, and this wasn't inaccurate. Souza was an incredibly powerful combatant, and he knew that much. He also had been toying with and evaluating Kazura just now, and a quick breather had allowed Souza's young body to reclaim his vitality and stamina, and he was ready for round 2.
"I never lose...That is why you must prepare yourself..." Souza said. The eye had manifested itself already. He was not yet going all out, but he was not going to hold back as much as he had previously either. Of course not. One raised it incrementally to bring out the best in the opponent, and that was all there was to it. Souza rushed toward Kazura and took a zig zagging pattern at his top speed so that the stupid human wouldn't be able to read his movements. It was obviously going to work, was Souza's thought. His opponent couldn't possibly predict the pattern, especially when the zig zagging started veering in the other direction for zig zagging. Souza intentionally made it an irregular zig zagging, so that his opponent would be helpless against him.
Then, exactly thirteen calculated feet from Kazura, Souza used Shunpo, and landed on the tip of his toes in front of Kazura, as if ready to jump and propel himself upwards. It seemed like Souza was about to lose his balance any second. It looked like it. However, Souza was not about to lose his balance. In fact, he was very well balanced. His sword was arcing into a stabbing motion at Kazura's eye, a weak point where Souza might be able to penetrate the armor. This couldn't be good for Kazura, but surely it had to have some kind of other ways of defending too. Since the goggles area appeared to be glass, it was likely that it would yield a lot more easily than the rest of the armor, which had probably been powered up. Souza was going at it this time.
Souza's Remaining Reiatsu: 900/1000 Reiatsu
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{Music starts us off!}
"Bet you can't do that again."
And there it was. A challenge, an oh so stupid, foolish, repetitive challenge. Souza hated that kind of thing. Come on. Why would he fall for a taunt like that? How dumb did this guy think the Kuchiki Heir was? Oh, wait...what was that? Some sort of strange cylindrical object...the same as had been touched earlier by Aoe. That was how Souza knew that it had special properties. "Is that the device that you used to separate Aoe from his Gigai earlier?" Souza asked rhetorically, knowing full well already that yes, it was the same object which had caused Aoe to lose synchronization with the human form, and which had also been left steaming with some reiatsu as a result of what had happened as soon as Souza's teammate touched it.
As Kazura plugged it in, Souza got a better view of the suit, and how it seemed to function. It was more of an automaton than a spiritual contraption, more like something that Squad 12 would have cooked up under more tame Captains. It was a machine, not a spiritual entity. That was reassuring to Souza. It meant that he didn't even have to kill it. He could actually just break it. It was a tool. The Kuchiki Heir had fully turned to Kazura at this point. Ugh, what a drag...Why did this guy have to be such a tedious little exercise? How unfitting an opponent for the Esteemed Heir of the Noble Kuchiki Family. That strange device, whatever it was, some sort of power-up or battery, had better make things more interesting than before.
"You haven't understood yet," Souza challenged the statement of his opponent. "A machine won't assist you here. Your weapons are merely tools. A Zanpakuto is living. Breathing. A human like you probably cannot understand it, but as the scorer of the first real strike, I have won our first exchange, in other words our first debate. This means that what I say now is true." He was running under the assumption that victory or killing would make him right, and why shouldn't they? After all, how custom was it for the Kuchiki Heir to ever be challenged? Oh, right, it wasn't. People couldn't challenge their superior, especially if he was always right, as Souza was. There was no doubt that Souza would always be right.
"As to your challenge," Souza continued, almost ignoring Kazura's middle finger. "More accurately, I have no need to do it again. Next time will be a different sort of loss for you..." Souza was threatening Kazura, because the taunt actually truly had annoyed him. Souza was a hot headed, hot blooded young man, a youth who was accustomed to always being obeyed, and while he may have appeared calm on the outside, he was furious on the inside, and hated to be challenged. This guy wasn't going to be left off the hook...Souza wouldn't be so forgiving as that. This stupid human had done nothing to earn that kind of amnesty. And, as Souza spoke, his right eye changed. The whites to black. The color to layers of rippling white.
{Now this song!}
"The goal is simple. I'll mix up the bowls, and you lift up the one that you think has the battery underneath. Sound like fun?" The words of a young human male a little bit in over his head in dealing with the spiritual world. Very few could ever say that he knew what he was getting himself into when he first began his journey. "The Soul Society is here in my town again?" A man whose knowledge does not yet reach nearly where it should for attempting to deal with these encounters with the spiritual world, and whose present state of mind and body are inadequate for competing against those from these very worlds; None could ever say, truly, that at any point did Kazura Uzaki know what he was getting into.
"You have some nerve to be asking for a conversation after such rude conduct," Words belonging to a young, aristocratic noble, way in over his head in the belief that he could conquer the Soul Society as he is now, and full of vanity and arrogance. A brash young man whose ideals are not yet fully formed, whose dreams are only of glory and victory, and whose attitude is quite spoiled still and has much ways to go for growth of character. "You want my Zanpakuto? A worthless life such as yours has no right even considering the purchase of a fragment of it." Feeling insulted, offended, and challenged, any young man would rise to conquer the challenger and establish some kind of dominance early on.
"If you don't think that I'm worthy of your swords, why don't we take this conversation somewhere else and I can show you what I can do." The brief sounds of motion and dialogue, a shot like an arrow fired and like the sizzling hiss of a grill. The sound of metal on metal, and then a crunching sound like a sword cutting into flesh, and tearing out. A clean slicing sound, indicating success, and a grunt of pain. Blood splashes across the floor. "My blade is worth far more than you could ever offer. Your life ten thousand times over would not amount to it." A young man intent on destroying his foe. "Bet you can't do that again." A challenger to what seems now an easier to predict outcome. "Next time will be a different sort of loss for you." An eye surrounded in black, with color of wavy and rippling layers of white. Cut to black.
{Episode Opening Theme}
{Last Song of Post}
A blur of motion was all that could be seen of Souza to the ordinary, naked human eye. He was moving at his top speed, and blazed across the battle field in a more obnoxiously unpredictable, unorthodox pattern this time around. Of course the Kuchiki Heir could do something as simple as this. One second he could be seen near the entrance to a shop, but the next he could be seen diagonal left and almost behind Kazura, but the next he was homing in from the front again. He was using his speed to create movements which were difficult to follow, and was weaving unpredictably, until at last he came back to the front, and stopped moving. He had been testing his opponent's reactions and psyching him out. This was not only a battle, but a game of chess.
"It's odd..." Aoe said. "When I first saw him in combat, I thought to myself, 'well shit. If he's the Kuchiki Heir, he must be uber strong. But then I saw that he was good, but not as overwhelmingly good as I had expected. He wasn't overpowering like his dad is reported to be. But as I got to know him better, I noticed his opponents, regardless of that lack of overwhelming, always lost...Souza never loses, and his opponents always end up seeming like nothing..." This was answered promptly by Makise. "It's because he is so strong that you did not immediately notice it," he clarified to Aoe. "How do you mean?" Aoe asked, attempting to achieve some kind of clarity to Makise's words.
"Souza fights like he plays chess. He is strategic, methodical, and meticulous. He lures out your strength and examines it and you, and then all at once becomes overwhelming and crushes you at your best. Unlike Kenpachi, who crushes you at the start, Souza makes you go all out before annihilating you completely. In the end, you are left far more broken against him than you would be against a brute such as Kenpachi." They were discussing Souza's fighting technique, and this wasn't inaccurate. Souza was an incredibly powerful combatant, and he knew that much. He also had been toying with and evaluating Kazura just now, and a quick breather had allowed Souza's young body to reclaim his vitality and stamina, and he was ready for round 2.
"I never lose...That is why you must prepare yourself..." Souza said. The eye had manifested itself already. He was not yet going all out, but he was not going to hold back as much as he had previously either. Of course not. One raised it incrementally to bring out the best in the opponent, and that was all there was to it. Souza rushed toward Kazura and took a zig zagging pattern at his top speed so that the stupid human wouldn't be able to read his movements. It was obviously going to work, was Souza's thought. His opponent couldn't possibly predict the pattern, especially when the zig zagging started veering in the other direction for zig zagging. Souza intentionally made it an irregular zig zagging, so that his opponent would be helpless against him.
Then, exactly thirteen calculated feet from Kazura, Souza used Shunpo, and landed on the tip of his toes in front of Kazura, as if ready to jump and propel himself upwards. It seemed like Souza was about to lose his balance any second. It looked like it. However, Souza was not about to lose his balance. In fact, he was very well balanced. His sword was arcing into a stabbing motion at Kazura's eye, a weak point where Souza might be able to penetrate the armor. This couldn't be good for Kazura, but surely it had to have some kind of other ways of defending too. Since the goggles area appeared to be glass, it was likely that it would yield a lot more easily than the rest of the armor, which had probably been powered up. Souza was going at it this time.
Souza's Remaining Reiatsu: 900/1000 Reiatsu