Hell Of A Time [PG13, DE, Hard]

[Kento Waffles]

OOC: That reiatsu of yours is incorrect. Last time we recorded it, it was 3140/2000. +800 gets 3940. The total of what you spent was 2575. Thus, gains plus costs results in -1775. Your remaining reiatsu should presently be 1365/2000. Recall that any post in which you did not explicitly state reiatsu gain does not count for reiatsu gain.

IC:

Vannan's sister, as he grabbed her, turned to him. "You shouldn't be recklessly killing people," she informed him coldly. As chaos went around the place, Vannan's arrows managed to kill a few of the infected. Most of them, however, had already moved on by the time his arrows reached whatever target areas they had been going for. Easily distracted, their patterns of movement were difficult to predict, given how many available victims there were. Of course, Vannan was not the only spiritual being there. There were quite a few spirituals who were using their powers to take up attack against the infected. The early advantage of the infected gave them enough in terms of numerical value to overwhelm many of the people there, thus creating more infected, but the stronger ones seemed as if they'd do just fine.

In the meantime, Vannan's arrows killed a few unsuspecting living people, as they were busy defending against the infected, and did not expect someone to be careless or cruel enough to take them out. In ending their lives, Vannan earned a look of scorn from the one who had possessed his sister's face. Each death hardened her gaze for him. It wasn't hatred, however, but rather it was judgment. Grabbing hold of his hand, Vannan's sister spoke once more. "I have somewhere that we can go," she said calmly. She started to lead Vannan through the mess of a crowd. Infected saw them as they came, and from many different angles would sprint at them. She ignored them, and it was up to Vannan to take them out on the way to wherever she was leading him.

"The Vandenreich really has changed you, hasn't it?" his sister asked him. "You think that you're not obedient to them, but they've made you cruel and arrogant just as they are. Today, you are the same as Caesar or Kohler." Words that might hit home, and words that might not. As they walked through, however, Vannan might notice a very pale skinned man with yellow eyes watching him from somewhere in the crowd. That man was the only one not even moving. He was seated in some chair, and none of the Infected came for him. Well, it didn't matter. Soon he was out of sight, if Vannan allowed his sister to keep leading him and they kept going.

If all made it through, they would have ended up outside of the gates, just in time to continue out of the building, away from any infected. They would eventually be at street level. And still, she would lead him, silently now after those first words. There would be no threats on the surface world, but eventually Vannan, if he kept with this journey, would find himself in a hotel lobby of sorts, where his sister at last turned to him. "I am not your sister," she said. "But I know where you can find her. In fact, I was sent in her form to tell you. Because my master would like to make a deal with you, if you're interested. A deal that will involve experiencing a bit of Hell...."

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The words coming out of his sister's mouth bothered him to no end. Something was off as she spoke. She was too calm, his sister was never like this. She was never this calm when it came to this sort of thing. She had always been so scared and timid when seeing zombies. He remembered a time when they were watching a zombie movie in which he had to hold her to keep her from screaming bloody murder at the sight of them. Yet here she was acting as if it was part of everyday life.

When she took charge he let her, something was up, this wasn't his sister and he intended to find out who this person actually was and why she had the face of his sister. His bow was drawn and he continued to fire out arrows at the zombies heading towards the girl that looked like his sister. This time he kept his plasma bolts back and just used normal arrows to avoid causing more unwanted death. Her gaze at him accidentally killing people was bothering him, who was she to judge him for what was going on. Right now all he cared about was getting his sister to safety which he thought she was.

Then he heard words come out of his sister's mouth that he never thought to hear at all. Words of the Vandenreich and comparing him to Caesar and another member of the Vreich he didn't know. To hear it in the voice of his sister stung. He would never of thought that he would be the same as Caesar, the man he both feared and respected. His power was tremendous and choked him whenever he was near the man, but what made him fearsome was his undying loyalty and the way he dealt with those who resisted the Vandenreich. He had seen it first hand as Caesar crushed two creatures in the soul society because they didn't fit into the ideas of the Vandenreich. He was a monster and now this person who looked like his sister was comparing the two.

He knew that he had changed, he had become much colder and less caring about the lives of others. Before he would of tried to stop the monster that caused this whole thing to happen, but instead he just let the thing run amok and cause an outbreak. He knew that he should feel guilty about it, but he didn't. Right now it wasn't his problem and it made him angry. He should feel guilt he should feel remorse for those who lost their life, yet he didn't the only thing he felt was worry for his own and the life of this false sister before him.

This strange person before him was rather odd, she was too calm when everything was going to hell. He took a quick look around, everyone was either in a panic or trying to fight back yet this girl who looked like his sister was calm. No one else was like that.... no one but a strange looking man sitting down with yellow eyes and pale skin. A failure?.... maybe that would explain why he isn't doing anything and the zombies aren't coming close to him... but why is he watching me.... He didn't have time to dwell on it much longer as his companion continued moving forward. Eventually he found himself outside the gates with this girl before him. She kept moving, past the madness, past the streets and into a hotel lobby.

It seemed as if she finally stopped and spoke to him. Saying that she wasn't his sister. Well that's easy to tell now that he had more than a few moments to study this person, but where was his sister? What he heard made him angry. “I don't care what kind of deal I have to do as long as I can get my sister back safe and sound. So tell me who the hell you are and who the hell is your master.” He was pissed off and drew in some reiatsu to recover from before. He was still feeling a bit drained from using so much reiatsu in a single go, but it was needed.

(OOC: remaining reiatsu 2815/2000 +300 from fragment and +500 from cross I'm not sure how many zombies you wanted me to fight off right now, so give me a number and i'll take out some reiatsu for arrows)

[Kento Waffles]

"I am your future, Vannan..." The ghostly figure that possessed the form of he tVandenreich member's sister said. And next thing, blackness encompassed his body. His limbs grew weak... And he would feel all of his reiatsu slipping away from him. Not slowly, but absolutely surely. It was a quick process. Soon, his stamina had left him. And then, his hearing. He had literally lost the ability to hear anything. Followed by this, his legs lost their ability to stand, and his hands lost their ability to feel a thing. Senses gone, blackness closed in over him, taking away his sight. And, finally, with that last wisp of him, his consciousness too was gone...

...And when he awoke, hours later, he would find himself completely naked, strapped to a table by chains all over his body. His Quincy cross had been confiscated, and a collar that was around his neck restricted his reiatsu. Indeed, Vannan was trapped there, on some metal table, in the middle of some white room with dim lighting. And, standing in the corner, messing around with tools, there was some sort of shadowy figure. There would be an enormous pain in Vannan's chest, as if his heart was on fire and drenched in acid. A terrible, terrible pain. And, every time it beat, the pain grew more fiery and intense. Each beat made it even more insufferable.

The figure in the corner glanced back toward Vannan, and spoke. He may have been conveying being happy that Vannan was awake, but Vannan wouldn't be able to hear him at first. It took a moment. "...pressed that you're still alive. I had feared that you would be dead by the end of this, but I am most glad that you aren't." Vannan's chest was on fire inside. "There really is some potential here." Vannan's chest was on fire inside. The Vandenreich member's sister, or at least some form of her, spoke into his ear. Vannan's chest was on fire inside. Her voice... He could hear it. Vannan's chest was on fire inside. Whispering to him... Welcome, Vannan...

Vannan's chest was on fire inside.

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“My future?...” Her words confused him, what did she mean by that, however before he could even answer it happened. The darkness, it slowly overtook his body. His knees felt weak, they started to shake as he moved his hand over to a table by him to use it to keep upright. His other hand went over to his forehead as he felt himself slipping, slipping out of consciousness. He didn't have time to feel his reiatsu slipping out of his body as his knees buckled under him. He had a quick jolt trying to grab onto something before he fell, but he could hold onto anything, before his head hit the ground he blacked out.

There was a light hum, the hum coming off of cheap lighting that hum would eventually lead to him waking up. He felt his entire body was groggy, yet there was a pain coming from his chest. His eyes slowly adjusted to what was going on around him, as he tried to lean up he found himself unable to do so, he was chained. His body was chained, he was chained up he was trapped. His heart started to race and that made the pain even worse. He started to panic as he tried to break free. No this wasn't happening, what was happening why was he here, who had brought him here, what had they done?.

Why was his chest on fire? That's when he noticed the other person in the room. His words..... they didn't help to calm him down at all. Vannan opened his mouth to speak, however his breath was shallow and his voice cracked. “w-w-where am I?” That's all he could get out before the pain from his chest started to become unbearable. It felt as if his heart was on fire. Then the eerie voice of his sister whispered into his ear, welcoming him to somewhere. Wherever he had been taken, had raised more questions than answers.

[Kento Waffles]

"Hello there, Vannan..." a shadowed figure said, approaching the Vandenreich Quincy. Red eyes overlooking him, cold hands started to trace along Vannan's chest. Vannan had been stripped naked, and it appeared as if his heartbeat was being examined. Once again, with each beat of his heart, there was even more pain. But, his heart rate was slow. Slower than normal. And there was an inexplicable agony not just in his chest, but in the pit of his stomach... That last pain wasn't physical. It was emotional. There was something to it. Something... rather poignant. The shadowed figure leaned over, and then backed off, his inspection of Vannan completed.

"You've just undergone quite the surgery, dear Vannan!" the shadowy figure declared. "I have removed your heart, and replaced it with the heart of an Akki--a demon that has escaped from Hell. Were it not for the purity of your race, it would have been impossible. But with my ingenuity and the blood of a Quincy in your veins, I was able to make these things compatible. So, tell me, what do you feel?" For now, there was only pain, and a sense of despair. A sense of hopelessness. For though Vannan would hear this experimenter, over and over again he would hear his sister's voice in the back of his mind, screaming. She was shrieking in pain in the back of his mind.

"This heart will make you more powerful... But in exchange you will lose a part of yourself to a curse. A curse which demands loneliness, and despair. The stronger these things are in you, the more powerful you will become." That was what the silhouette demanded of Vannan for power? And why, why give him power? Or was it that Vannan was merely an experiment? Perhaps he was even just a prototype for something else. Regardless, that was the condition! The lonelier... The more hopeless... The stronger. That was what would become of Vannan. The shadowy figure came over, and removed all of Vannan's restraints, then sat back, waiting to see.

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The man stepped forward and Vannan continued to struggle trying to break free, trying to get away, but the pain from his chest continued to make his scream out in agony. Each time his heart beat it felt as if it was pumping fire into his blood. It was becoming unbearable. Yet that was nothing to feeling the cold, dead like fingers of the man trace up his chest. He knew that his body was hot, that it was burning up, but there was no way that the man's fingers should be so cold compared to his body, it wasn't natural at all. His eerie red eyes made everything worse, yet he still didn't tell him where he was or what had happened.

Then he heard the worst kind of information from the man, he had been cut open and his heart replaced. Not just with another heart, but with that of a demon. The one of an Akki. What the fuck, who the fuck did this person think he was? What gave him the right to do this to him? To use him like a lab rat. Vannan was down right furious at the strange figure before him. “I feel angry.” The man had asked how he felt, Vannan answered that with how he was feeling towards the man.

Then came the explanation about the heart and how it would give him power, but at a price. The lonelier he felt, the more he fell into despair the stronger he would become. What.... how could the heart make him stronger the more he felt like that? It didn't make any sense. Right now though he felt a sinking feeling, there was something in the pit of his stomach that was causing him to feel like something was wrong, that something was about to happen.

While lost in his own thoughts he didn't notice that the man had undid his bindings and he was free to go. Slowly he leaned up, taking it easy. His heart, no it wasn't his own heart. It was that of a demon. It was pumping fire into his blood making it hard to move all of a sudden. He dragged his legs off of the table letting them hang off the edge. He turned to the figure and asked a question. “Who are you and why me?”

[Kento Waffles]

"Anger..." the shadowy figure postulated. "Yes, yes that is a good start. Anger is not loneliness or despair, but it is a reaction that could be constituted as negative. It can often be a prerequisite to these feelings." Though free of his restraints, Vannan's body was weak. The agony made it extremely difficult to move. Were he to leave that metal slab, then the most he would be able to do was crawl. It wasn't that he was weak permanently. However, such a devastating surgery had left him in a devastating mode of recovery. He needed to rest. He needed to lie down, and he needed food and he needed water. Naturally, Vannan was in some bad shape right now. In no shape to leave, even though his restraints had been removed.

It was then, however, that Vannan would make the greatest mistake of this entire encounter. He bothered to ask something which would grant to him an answer... An answer that he would not like at all. "What?" the shadowy ghoul asked, confused. Amid Vannan's pain and feeling that something was off, he was right. He was right that something was wrong. There was a held in laugh as the ghoulish figure snickered. "Other than a racial purity available to you, there's nothing special about you. I didn't even choose you, actually. You were offered to me by the girl whose image lured you here..." In other words.. Vannan's sister, apparently, had sold him out to this demonic presence.

-Time Skip: 2 weeks recovery time-

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Those were the last words he wanted to hear, his sister sold him out. Vannan went into a rage. He howled out at the man. His screams filled the room. This man had to be lying. His sister would never sell him out. This man, whoever he was was a dirty lier , he had to be. His sister would never sell him out. No she was too pure and innocent to do that. Wasn't she? No she had to be, there was no way that she could be mixed up with people like this.

His body was heavy, but he moved his arm up and aimed it at the man. A bow formed in his grip and he gave the man a death stare. “I will end you.” His words were heavy as his breathing was shallow. His chest was on fire. As he tried to pull back on the bow string he felt the weight of his body collapse upon it's self. He fell back onto the table unable to do anything. He couldn't take it, he was too weak right now to do anything at all. For now he knew he would have to wait, wait till he was better and wasn't collapsing upon drawing a bow.

-Two weeks later-

A horrific figure figure stood over him. The air around him was heavy and filled with a red fog. This beast was a monster. While Vannan was tall this thing towered over him. Vannan tried to move, tried to run, but it was no use he couldn't do anything at all. The monster extended out it's hand. It's fingers had long sharp nails, one of them stabbed Vannan in the heart. It spoke “You can not run from me.”

The monster seemed to slowly push it's finger deeper into Vannan's chest. It turned it's form into a black mist as it started to enter into Vannan's heart through the hole it had created. Vannan could only stand there and watch as this happened. With in moments the monster was gone. In his heart, yet he could hear the faint chuckle of the monster followed by the words. “we are one,”

Vannan woke up, covered in sweat. It had been a dream. All of it had been a dream. As he woke up he felt a slight pain in his chest, he knew what it was. The heart that been implanted in him. It still caused a bit of pain, but that was it. He had spent two weeks trapped in this place. Not knowing where he was nor who the man was that did all of this to him.

[Kento Waffles]

In Vannan's bedroom, long after the ghoul had simply let him go, he would awaken. In chambers which were quarters prepared by the Vandenreich, a palace which was unstained and unmarred, and colored only by the pristine white, Vannan dwelled. And so did many other soldiers of the mighty Invisible Empire. So, in his room, he would hear a knock at his door upon awakening, and after opening the door would see someone whom he probably had not expected to encounter in the morning, least of all fresh after a nightmare. Clad in white militaristic garb which was adorned in medals and awards, there was the man most well known in the entirety of the remaining Vandenreich.

Wilhelm Kohler. More specifically, the Stern Ritter that was called B, The Boss, Baal. As one of the two strongest Quincy in the Vandenreich, the man was also one of the two Chancellors, who ran the Vandenreich temporarily in the name of Der Kaiser, who had ascended into the Heavens in order that he might create a new form, and ressurect himself as the Messiah and bringer of peace. After all, the chaotic, evil Soul Reapers had disgusted him, and he had realized that it was necessary to find a new form to purify the world and bathe it in the goodness of the white light of the Vandenreich. And so, until then, here was Doctor Wilhelm Kohler, one of the men in charge.

"A nightmare?" Kohler asked. Perhaps Vannan had never noticed before, but Kohler's voice seemed very monologue and level, moreso than normal. He was always calm, but this was almost machine-like. After Vannan's reply, he would speak again. "Nightmares are seldom pleasant I would imagine, though I myself cannot empathize. My dreams are only of Der Kaiser's inevitable return." Sitting himself on a chair which suddenly materialized from white reiatsu, right next to Vannan's bed, Kohler lowered his gaze to meet Vannan's. It was rare to have someone so important visiting. So, why would Kohler be here now? What was the benefit of such a thing?

"I have recently been looking through the loyalties of our soldiers in preparation for Der Kaiser's return," Kohler explained. "And for you, I came to a realization. With the status of your sister, your loyalties must surely be splintered, no? That will not do, as we will require total devotion upon Der Kaiser's return. Thus, I have come to you with a suggestion. A way to permanently retrieve and protect your sister. She will be wherever you want, however you like it. In exchange, you will offer me personal allegiance." Was that it? Vannan was already in squadrons who answered to Kohler, so technically Kohler was already his boss. So, what then? This was reason to be suspicious.

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He didn't have too long to think on the nightmare that plagued his sleep. He had an unexpected guest enter into his room. To his shock and amazement it was Baal. One of the of the two acting chancellors of the Vandenreich. To say that Baal was the last person he would ever expect in his room was an understatement. Besides the one time he had met the man before going on the mission to the soul society. Vannan had never interacted with the man.

"A nightmare?"

Vannan chuckled, “Yea, but I guess you already knew that Chancellor Baal.” Even if he had only spoken with Baal a limited amount of times, Baal always gave off the impression that he knew what was going on in the minds of those that he spoke with. It was rather eerie given the raw power that the man had as well. Vannan simply listened to Baal as he spoke about his own dreams being about the return of Der Kaiser. He had his doubts about that actually being a reality. Der Kaiser was dead, many quincy quit and ran off, but he didn't for one reason. The power that the generals held made him worry for his own life.

Then came something he didn't expect at all from Baal, a chance to get back his sister, keep her safe and protected all for his loyalty. There was something off about this, why him? Why bother with him at all. He knew that he wasn't something special, sure he was a bit of an inventor, but besides what he was recreating there was nothing of extraordinary value that he could offer to Baal. “Chancellor Baal I am grateful for your offer, but I must ask why me? From where I am standing it doesn't make sense for you to go to such great lengths for me? I am nothing special.”

Vannan stopped for a moment to stand up from his bed. His chest still hurt. The scar from the surgery easily visible across his chest. “Do not think that I am turning down your offer Chancellor Baal, this isn't the case. However I do wish to know why me. In terms of standing I am just a normal Lieutenant, my powers are rather normal as well. Besides I don't believe that given what happened to me most of the leadership in the Vandenreich would still want me in the Vandenreich much less get such special treatment. So I do accept your offer Baal.” Vannan knew that he had so much to doubt about this offer, but right now he knew that he couldn't refused this offer.

[Kento Waffles]

"Special...?" Kohler cooed. "Why, all of you are special. You have chosen to be here, in the Vandenreich, and to continue to worship Der Kaiser while he is away on his spiritual journey. His departure caused many to lose faith... It was a test, and those who departed will die. But those who kept him in their hearts? They are his true subjects. You are his, and he is yours. So long as you are his, I care for you enough to go out of my way." The propaganda of the Vandenreich. A good number of people probably believed the reality: Der Kaiser had been killed. However... Kohler and A had regardless kept up the religious propaganda of the Vandenreich, and said that they must prepare for Der Kaiser's return.

And, in the first place, it had been seen that many that had been vanquished had also been brought back from death itself in Der Kaiser's name. It was miraculous. Who was to say that the Emperor of the Vandenreich really couldn't just come back to life if devotion and the Vandenreich were powerful enough? And, if he came back, just how strong might the Vandenreich become? Now, watching Vannan, Kohler was cool headed, calm. Vannan might get the impression that his soul was being read. He had, of course, guessed correctly. Just as one could not hide their thoughts from Der Kaiser, neither could they hide their thoughts from his loyal soldier, B, The Boss, Baal.

"I am glad that you accept," Kohler said. "Now that you have accepted, I may tell you what your first task is. It is my understanding that recently you uncovered some new power within yourself. How you came about this power is none of my business, but perhaps this power will give you a much needed edge as you confront your new enemy. One of Satsujun's assassins, a man named Bishop, is staying at a hotel in Tokyo right now. From a previous soldier of mine, a key has been embedded into his body containing a powerful toxin. If he is weakened enough, the toxin will be released. You must weaken him so that he will die. After that, if you fish the key out of him, it goes with a hotel room in that same hotel, containing your sister. This is your test."

~Your next post should time skip to how you found him and what's up at the hotel~

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Baal's words really didn't really make him feel that much better about the whole thing. Vannan never was a religious person, he understood why some of those that were less informed about the spiritual world could be, but him he knew better. Even if he didn't he wasn't the kind of guy to follow some form of blind faith, no he only believed in what he could see and feel, not some make believe story about an all powerful god. Still he understood the value of it, he more than understood the value of having that sort of belief system in place. It gave those with weak wills and moldable minds something to hold onto.

“Yes, Chancellor Baal, I would be more than glad to take care of him, I trust I won't be left in the dark about what he looks like and where he was last spotted. With that I should have plenty to tack the man down and save my sister. I would kindly ask that I have some time now to get ready and shower off this cold sweat before I depart.” Vannan would wait till cross left his room to get up and shower off, not wanting to have Baal see more of him than needed. The cold water felt great as he washed off part of the sweat that had dried on his body.

Even in the cold water he could still feel the burning inside his chest, there was a fire where “his” heart was. He felt that a fire was burning in there that wanted to get out. He closed his eyes for a moment letting the cold water rush over him to try and calm down. In that moment he saw it again. A burning figure the monster from his nightmare, it's eyes glowed bright red as it smiled at him. “Let me out.” He quickly opened his eyes again in a panic. He was breathing heavy, every single time his eyes closed he saw the same thing, the same words repeated to him. Ever since that day, ever since that event there was no escaping it or the burning.

Shortly after that he shut off the water and got dressed. Not in the typical Vandenreich garb, but instead in his street clothing. On his bed was a picture of the man and the last known location that he had been seen at. This was more than enough, even if this man was an assassin of the feared Satsujun Vannan wasn't afraid at all. In the end all men died, and it was no different for this assassin at all. With his clothing on he took off Tokyo. He knew that mission wouldn't be easy, given that people of that kind of nature tend to move around a lot. He expected for it to take some time to track the man down, but when he did Vannan already had a plan for his attack.

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Three days later


The man known as Bishop was surprisingly harder to track than Vannan first thought. The original location the man had been was long vacant, however there were some clues to where he was going next. Even if one is extremely careful there are always those that watch when no one is looking and Vannan knew that the best place to get some information was always the street thugs and dealers. His first day he spent trying to shake down some of the more well known drug dealers and their street dwelling clientele. They were mostly normal humans that he pushed around with his basic quincy powers. From them he was able to track down someone how had seen the man walking down a street heading to hotel. After that he made sure to take care of any lose ends permanently, he was doing a favor to the city of Tokyo killing off random drug dealers and the scum that they sold their shit to.

There was always a trail, no one was perfect, no one could ever avoid all the eyes in the world. However the information he got was rather lack luster as to which hotel it was. There were a few on that street that he had to pick out which one Bishop was actually staying at. That would be a lot harder than shaking down some random street punks for information. No this time he had to take a different approach to how he would get the information. This time it was bribery, not of the front staff, but of the cleaning crew, funny enough he knew that in most cases most of the maids were underpaid and were always looking for a bit of easy cash. So for a few days he paid the maids of those hotels to spy and see if they saw the man. Adding in if they actually found him he would pay them triple what they were getting each day, but only if he actually saw that it was the right person.

For a few days he got nothing from them, but eventually one of them told him that they had seen the man as they were coming out of cleaning a room, even better, he got the room number that the man was staying at. This was everything that Vannan needed. With the maids paid off he started to work on his plan. First off was renting a room nearby the man's where he could from the peephole watch the man's door, waiting till he left to make his move. Vannan was ready, he was all set and he drew in reiatsu with both his cross and fragment , just incase a fight broke out, besides his cross and fragment Vannan had brought the rest of his items and he was ready.

OOC: Remaining reiatsu 2800/2000 +500 from cross +300 from fragment.

[Kento Waffles]

As Vannan watched through the peep hole, eventually, the door to the hotel room swung open. There was some laughter, a few exchanged words. It was evident that they had been drinking. Some fine glass of red wine was in the woman's hand, and the same in the man's. The man wore a tuxedo, the woman a fine black dress. The man, approaching her, brought his face into view. He was chiseled, with a well sculpted hero's chin and the stubbly face of a film star. He had long, light brown hair going down to his shoulders, and a fire in his eyes. His fire was savage, filled with a desire for blood. As he leaned in, he pulled the woman into view. Her eyes too burned, but with lust.

And she looked like Vannan's sister. Every woman always had to look like his sister, didn't they? That was what would make things all the more confusing. Was she really his sister? He'd encountered more than one poser, and he still had no explanation as to why so many women resembled his sister. Still, as he watched, the woman was pushed again out of view. The man could be seen peeling his hands downward, and bending over momentarily. That next second, he threw the black dress behind himself, and hurled his wine against the wall. The glass shattered, the wine spraying everywhere all over the wall. He began to undress as well, quickly stepping out of view.

There was laughter, and soon sounds of moans. The voice, too, sounded like Vannan's sister. This was now the third time it was happening to him. Something must be amiss here. Something foul. Could it be the efforts of Bishop? Surely not, for Vannan had experienced this phenomenon in Soul Society and also in the underground. It had always been something different. Somewhere different. If it was someone's doing, it would have been different people each and every time. Thus, Vannan was clearly trapped within some web of conspiracy. Regardless, could he still his emotions as the man went over one who appeared to be his sister? Either way, should he choose to wait a bit, the moment of fornication would be a vulnerable time for his target...

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The door flung open and he saw him, the target he had been looking for. He smiled, as he knew what was going to happen next. His heart started beating faster, not from panic or from rage, but from excitement. A kill was coming his way, he would kill someone again and for some reason it made “his” heart race. Was it because it belonged to a demon? Or was it that he was coming to terms with who and what he really was? He didn't have time to think about the answer as he saw who was with the man he was to kill, his sister.

The moment he saw his sister his mind started racing again in confusion. He tried to make sense of everything. No..... she can't be...... she isn't that type of girl..... This is a trick.... This is all Bishop's doing.... but soon he won't be able to do anything at all. Once more reiatsu was drawn in as he stepped away from the door and uttered out a simple sentence under his breath. “Smite the enemy with hollow steel.” And as the words ended a blade was formed in his hand, while he held a twisted smile across his face. This would be the last night Bishop lived, Vannan would make sure of this.

Silently he opened the door to his own hotel room and activated the super stealth cloak he had on, masking himself from everyone around him and most importantly masking himself from Bishop. Taking care to not make noise he slowly made his way across the hall to where the man was just about mount himself on top of the person who looked like his sister. Vannan wouldn't give him that chance though, with the blade ready he moved in still hidden by the cloak. His action would be swift but decisive and in a flash the man known as Bishop would come to realize that his neck had been pierced from behind by a blade. The tip of the blade would be well past where his Adams apple should be and blood would trickle down his body.

If the quick and decisive stab to the neck would bounce off due to some unknown force Vannan had already thought of a backup plan to end this man's life. The moment his attacked failed if it did all around the man's face would quickly explode front, back the sides and even from above. As if someone had launched several grenades, when in fact Vannan did something like that. EG minefield was his backup plan and it would be to blow up the space all around the man's head the moment he noticed that the blade would not pierce the man's neck. Vannan knew from what Baal had said, he only needed to hurt the man enough to get the poison to activate. This should be enough to do so, or at least it should be.

OOC: Reiatsu 3475/2000 + 500 from cross +300 from fragment - 25 for Hohle Schneide - 100 for super stealth cloak

Situational costs if Bishop's neck isn't pierced right away. -400 for EG minefield - 250 for five explosions Remaining reiatsu 2825/2000

[Kento Waffles]

A smile came upon the man's face as Vannan approached. "You mistake intent. You believe I cannot identify my door fucking opening?" He turned around, his hand shooting up and catching Vannan's wrist. "Or knife on fucking air?" Even as the explosions started, green flashes of reiatsu blasted across the air, distorting it, reflecting the explosive release away. As it went in the opposite direction, further blasts of emerald reiatsu shone through the air, containing it, for it appeared the oxygen within the air suddenly dissipated out of the area of the explosions, draining their power from them so instantly that they simply dissipated.

"A clever plan," the man said to Vannan as the young girl curled up in the bed sheets with a sly smile on her face. Green reiatsu erupted across the air, moving it so that it blew Vannan's cloak straight off of his body, exposing him. "A fine attempt." It was true what they said. This guy was strong. The way he stared down Vannan was certainly intimidating. He looked far more used to combat than most other people might be. His swiftness had also been impressive. The very instant that he had recognized what was happening, he had been able to counter everything. Then again, a knife attempt while in the cloak had likely been doomed to fail.

Naked, the man reached under his bed and pulled forth not one, but two swords. Immediately, he was upon Vannan, a quick slash from the left delivered toward his foe's neck. He was fast, and he was agile. It seemed also as if should Vannan counter, there would be a counter to that counter. There was something about this guy... About this man that was so well practiced in combat. How could he be such? Even Soul Reapers weren't THIS acquainted with it. The flexibility, agility, smoothness of the actions. It was really a scary thing. And if Vannan let this guy hit him? Then of course he would be decapitated, no doubt about that.

Man's Remaining Reiatsu: 1350/1500 Reiatsu

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Guy's a rank 4, class 1 character. Careful careful. Oh, and I'm gonna go ahead and give you a TP amount! He has 42,300. Even more carefuls required. Oh and he's a Brave type.

Strength: 400 (1200)
Speed: 400 (1200)
Spiritual Pressure: 300 (150)
Reiatsu Strength: 100 (50)
Instinct: 150
Senses: 150
Energy Sensory: 100
Healing Expertise: 0
Total SP: 1600 Yay

Skills:
Swords: [4]
Battle Analysis: [3]
Strength of Will: [3]
Custom Skill - Ferocity: [3]
Learning: [2]
Memory: [2]
Poison Resist: [2]

Ferocity: A skill which causes the user's combat ability to INCREASE as situations get more and more difficult. The more damage they take, the harder it is to fight an opponent, and the most aggressive the user becomes. These determine a steady increase in combat skill, intuition, and reaction.