Reunion and Rehabilitation [PG-13, Joint-Training]

[Kaijin"Harle"Quinn]

Marcus was just as she remembered him. Fluid and graceful, calm and collected, the man never gave in despite the odds. The gas had forced the man from his source of cover, pushing him away out into the open spaces between the trees. His abilities have begun to return. The dedication and effort that he has spent during these moments with her only strengthened her admiration for him. Marcus, the first man to ever have the Captain's heart flutter, taking full flight as her body did. The time at the circus tent was only the start of what they had. The first time that Harle was able to set aside her duties as a Shinigami, as a Captain, and focus more freely as a woman. For the time with him was the only time she could behave in such a way. Harle had almost forgotten of what it meant for her to be a woman.

Harle knew of Marcus' desire to be strong. Time spent tied to what he believed to be a time weakness was something that urged him to forcibly speed his recovery. Despite being in her position she knew of what Marcus felt. Even as Captain there was still so much that she couldn't do, so much she couldn't accomplish. And for what resided ahead of her Harle had to steel herself. She had to achieve on what she was setting out to do. For Marcus, for Soul Society. This was her duty as a Captain of the Gotei Thirteen. Failure wasn't an option, not for the both of them. For as long as Marcus fought, so would she. For that reason is why Harle was willing to push herself to succeed. For him.

Sliding through the surface of the tree's branch the Captain was able to slip around the shrapnel of wood that laid waste to where the gas originated from. It was there that the woman's trained senses in reiatsu pin pointed the location of her lover. Unaware as to the nature of his technique the woman remained alert, even as she peeled herself away from the tree's bark, charging from the man's left, Harle never ceased to lose her focus. From his left the woman pushed away from the tree coming down onto his position. The height of ten feet above allowed enough time for the Captain to twist her form to bring the bottom of her left heel on top of Marcus. She chose to engage the man in oldest of forms of confrontations, martial arts.

Her own physical strength wasn't sufficient to inflict serious injury, but when applied with her speed and fall, the pressure would be capable of breaking the man's shoulder. But despite her speed advantage, a forward assault was bound to fail against Marcus. After all, this was for the purpose of training. She was striving to push the man as she did for herself. Being bed ridden for some time would cause some previous instincts to be lost. If Marcus was suffering from such a case then it was up to Harle to bring that part of himself back. So, she had to keep the pressure on him. From her heel, Harle pushed off the branch with her opposite foot to spring upwards. That very same motion twisted the woman's rising body to bring the opposite heel cutting upwards from his chin to his forehead. When landing her back would be facing Marcus.

Combat Posts: 2/7

[Marcus Cole]

The fullbringer, although confident in his movements, was not confident in his attack. He was certain that Harle, a captain of the Gotei 13, would have no trouble evading the tree branch. For that reason, he remained alert as he moved to the neighboring tree. But Harle was in her element, and at the moment, her stealth and grace exceed Marcus’s notably. She outmatched him in nearly every aspect of combat, but Marcus was determined to some push past his limits. That’s what made Harle so special. She took a broken man like Marcus and shattered the walls around him so that he could be much more. She challenged him in ways that only a soulmate could, and once more, Harle was challenging Marcus. He would not back down.

Marcus would land less on the nearest tree branch less than a second before Harle caught up to him. That was barely enough time for the fullbringer to turning his head and see the flash of color from his peripheral vision as Harle flipped through the air, a millisecond away from bringer her foot down on his shoulder. It seemed like Marcus wouldn’t be able to muster the strength to evade when, with no warning what-so-ever, the man’s body suddenly jerked into a forced spinning motion.

Marcus had activated Bringer Flash, the human equivalent of Shunpo Karin. By applying it to his left leg, he could execute a controlled spin. Suddenly, Harle’s heel would find no resistance where Marcus’s shoulder once was. However, he extended his right elbow as he spun so that it would collide with Harle’s heel. Marcus’s strength was barely superior, but not strong enough to overcome gravity. All Marcus successfully accomplished was negating Harle’s kick.

But the counter came at a cost. Both Marcus and Harle put rotational movement into their attacks, allowing them to carry more power than normal. When the heel and elbow met with that much force, they would not be able immune to damage. Marcus’s elbow would crack with a fracture. Had his elbow taken the full strength of Harle’s kick, it would have certainly broken, but the force behind his own attack mitigated some of the damage. Harle’s heel likely suffered a fracture as well, or possibly a deep bruise. Regardless, they both lost something in that trade. The only advantage Marcus gained was the placement of a reiatsu mark from which he can cast Shadow Punch on Harle’s heel after making contact with his elbow.

Marcus would save his Shadow Punch for later in the fight. At the moment, it was purely a physical battle. He would not let his new injury slow him down. As Harle descended from her kick, Marcus positioned himself with his left foot forward to avoid using his right arm, although he kept his kunai in his right hand. As he adjusted his footing and position, Harle pushed off the branch with her opposite foot, executing a flawless corkscrew flip where her opposite heel would slam into his chin in the kick-equivalent of an uppercut punch.

The unpredictable nature of the corkscrew would make it harder for Marcus to follow the movement of Harle’s feet and decipher where the strike would come from, but his acrobatic experience made the delay barely noticeable. Harle’s flipping motion was certainly faster than Marcus could carry out in his current condition, but the distance her heel followed during this attack gave Marcus just enough time to dodge with minimal effort. With his new footing, he was able to simply slide his right back foot along the to the left. Because of his right foot’s back positioning, that simple motion would change the angle at which Marcus faced Harle, moving his head just enough for her heel to only graze his cheek as it moved past.

As Marcus pivoted, he used the moment of his movement to add more power behind a quick left hook, which, if it landed, would hit right at Harle’s right kidney. The punch didn’t have supernatural power behind it, but even in a non-spiritual fist fight, such an attack would hurt quite a bit. Furthermore, it would leave another reiatsu imprint on Harle from which Marcus may later execute Shadow Punch. Harle was mid-flip, so it would be difficult for her to alter her momentum and trajectory, but Marcus wouldn’t make the mistake of underestimating her. He didn’t follow up with a second strike, instead already realing his left fist back while the kunai in his right hand was ready to take defensive action. He was ready to remind Harle that he’s still strong.

Reiatsu Remaining: 1850/2,000 (-50 for Bringer Flash)

[Kaijin"Harle"Quinn]

Harle found no surprise that Marcus was able to avoid her heel kick. The combined force of their collision created some unpleasantness in the said area of her left leg. It throbbed. And despite the lack of pressure on the pulsing heel the girl knew that something was wrong. Such an intense throb meant that something in her heel was broken or fractured. The tender area was apparent due to brief movement in shifting her weight balance when delivering her following reverse heel kick. Marcus' form was as superb as always. Even when under pressure the man remained calm and precise. The man sought to use the small gap in the kicks motion to land a physical hook to her side.

Harle's form offers small glimpses, subtle openings that her opponents tend to exploit. With foes such as Kimiko and Souza Kuichiki, including Kagami, Harle learned to utilize her her experience to develop her own sense of martial arts. Her body movements all led into the next motion. An ever flowing of rapid movements that seemed undaunted by the change in her foe's combat style. And during the weeks of training that Marcus had been undergoing, Harle was undertaking the task of removing the escapees of Soul Society. The infamous Jinbei Kawada was her foe among the escaped convicts. Her struggle with that man inspired her to push herself further than what she had done before. She couldn't leave herself exposed, thus, she utilized techniques in conjunction with her skills to weave together a control space that Harle herself was master of.

The rotation of her corkscrew continued to build even as she seemed to be finished. Reiatsu continued to flow through her figure. Its continuous stream was sown together at the palm of her left hand to create a solid surface towards her right side, creating an air wall made of reiatsu. The Shinigami's trained senses and reflexes motioned her hand in the direction of her lovers hook. The resulting action created the means for the woman to push herself away from while creating a division between the two with a surface made of air. This motion pushed the Captain away from the initial danger that the man's punch posed, allowing her land away from Marcus as the man withdrew to guard against her once more. She winced. Harle's heel did suffer minor injury. Minor in the sense that it will recover in time, but tragic when the need came to use it during a training exercise.

When landing on her feet Harle curled, bringing her legs into her abdomen to avoid further injury with her irregular position. Despite her back turned to the man Harle remained firm in her sense of caution with Marcus. And as he repositioned himself Harle mimicked. The sole of her left leg rose to remove the pressure away from her heel as her right foot sprung into a sequence of elevated motions. From the instant that her left foot was drawn in behind the heel of her other, the woman vanished. Marcus' perspective it would seem as though her speed remained unchanged in her sequence. Gradually, her speed had been growing from 200 to 400, then 600. Of the moment of lunging forward, Harle took to the fullest charging speed that she could muster, leaving a vivid image of herself pushing ahead towards the man. An image of Harle lunging forward before discovering her right knee being brought up to the man's chest for an upward knee strike.

The damage to her knee remained present. Its pain deducted her overall pace to 700 as its numbing effect came shortly after her knee rose. A first strike to reengage her love, and to see what his response to her preemptive assault. She was excited. Harle wanted to see that passion that the man had when she first met him. For it was only through action that the man truly expressed himself.


Reiatsu: 1975/2400; -25 Advanced Air Ground

[Marcus Cole]

Marcus hadn’t fought anyone who possessed the same level of control and elegance as Harle in her motions, pushing off of the air in the middle of her majestic corkscrew motion to direct herself toward the far end of the branch. Harle had avoided Marcus’s cautious strike with unparalleled grace, disengaging from him completely. Still, he noticed her pained expression upon landing on her wounded foot. Both hadn’t come out of their last clash unscathed, and so Marcus was reminded to protect his right side and rest his bruised right elbow.

They could both test their physical prowess for a long time before exhaustion ended the battle, but that wasn’t enough truly test Marcus. Harle was there to train him for serious combat, and so holding back wasn’t an option. At the moment, they were both restraining themselves. But that’s how fights go. They often escalate over time, each combatant slowly revealing the cards in their hand until one takes the victory. It was time for Marcus to reveal his first card – his ace of spades. He wasn’t going to hold back, and he could only hope that Harle would take him just as seriously.

As the woman spun around and prepared to lunge, Marcus’s hands were already in motion. He swapped the kunai in his right hand for a blade from his hip, his free left hand also arming itself with the new dagger-like weapons. As his fingers made contact with the blades, they transformed into slightly longer knives. They still hadn’t achieved the length of a short sword, but the growth was notable. Those blades were the physical form of Marcus’s fullbring. It was Harle who helped Marcus develop to the point where he acquired a fullbring once more, and now, she’d be the first to experience its abilities.

Marcus had very limited training with his fullbring, and so he was still attempting to figure out how to use it most effectively. Still, he understood its basic functions. By making physical contact with his blades, he created a very thin, intangible thread connecting his palm to the blade. As Harle rushed toward Marcus, he crouched down, his weight shifted toward the front of his feet so that he was prepared to dodge. His right hand touched the blade’s tip to the tree branch just before Marcus activated Movement. With the speed boost, he’d be able to dodge Harle’s lunge and reposition himself on the tree 40 feet away. Now, however, a transparent string connected his right palm to the point on the tree that his blade touched.

Once Harle passed through the air where Marcus previously stood, she’d suddenly find herself jerked to the side. Marcus had attached her to the string, forcing her down toward him at his own speed of 600. She was moving right toward his arm, and Marcus’s left hand was prepared to meet her with his knife. Harle could flex her spiritual energy and pay 50 reiatsu to break free from the string, but unless she did so quickly, her right shoulder would slam into the blunt end of Marcus’s left blade.

When it did, he would tag her with his reiatsu just as he did her heel. The impact would hurt her quite a bit more than it would hurt him, but he still avoided causing serious damage. Marcus had no intention to use the sharp edge of his fullbring against the woman he loved, but that didn’t mean he’d take it easy on her. She was a Captain of the Gotei 13. If there was anyone who should be worried, it’d be Marcus.

Reiatsu Remaining: 1625/2000 (-200 for Fullbring, -25 for Movement)

Fullbring: 1/10

[Kaijin"Harle"Quinn]

Marcus was always a swift individual. Just as she always remembered him to be. His reactions compared to her own were more superb. Being capable to adjust himself accordingly to her pace was fascinating. Despite the years living past him the man was always able to keep her on her toes. The surge of reiatsu that the man mustered was brief, momentary as the weapon in the man's hand altered itself. He quickly repositioned his weapon to wield the newly formed blade as his primary offensive trait. As it suggested, it may have been Marcus' Fullbring. However, not that it was similar to his previous power. Was it reforged? Was it completely new? Harle didn't know what to expect of it, only stating the man's desire to elevate the intensity of their sparring match. Harle will fulfill such a desire. Because, it would be as she would have wanted as well.

Her knee jabbed into the center of his afterimage, only to come to the realization that her body had been caught in the twine of something that wasn't there. At least to the naked eye. Something thin that was weaving itself around her body. Not particularly quick for someone of her speed, but underestimating it would be foolish. Still, what caught her appeared to be some form of thread. Like a Butterfly to the web of a spider Harle had been caught by Marcus. And similar to that of a fishing line she was being reeled in. With each tug against the thread it coiled her to the source. Towards Marcus. Harle could tell as her body was forcibly being pulled to her lover. Harle struggled against it, for the show of it as the distance between the two lessened. At least, when closing the last few inches to the man did Harle propel herself forward.

Working in conjunction with the propelling speed of the thread's 600, and with Harle's expertise in acrobatics, the final tug gave the woman enough force to plant the sole of her injured foot the man's weapon. Yet, no contact would be made. Her sole would be a mere inch before meeting the blunt side of the man's blade as Harle made use of the reiatsu made platform that aided her before. Advanced air ground provided the footing that the Captain required to keep herself from meeting the intended target. And though she kept her body away, the speed in which she was tugged did similar harm to her already sprained heel. Harle lacked the sufficient physical strength to resist the sudden shock upon landing at a forced speed of 600. The sudden jolt bolted through the heel itself, almost snapping it altogether.

She winced once again from the sudden impact. Her teeth were bared, eyes clenched, and fingers coiling as if grasping onto nooses that were not even there. Every subtle action meant to keep her mentality in the moment, and not to lose herself within the moments pain. And as she mustered the will to push past the pain, Harle's posture remained low as it was the positioned needed to brace herself. "Oh heavenz hear mio prayersz," she began to utter. She was going to push Marcus, for she does not want to see him in such a state again. The pain of having to struggle to find strength. For him to understand that he himself is a strong individual. That he does not need her to stand up. "Shine your light from above en blind moi foez wizz your eternal love." She wanted him to stand strong against all those that face him. And regardless of how strong they are, he will prevail. "Subjugate, Tsukuyomi."

A thick mass of light began to unfold from the back of the woman's form, drawing a clear shape of her feminine body when her hand rested itself upon her blade. In the same manner that her reiatsu surged in the untold reason for its climb, Harle's form vanished. The sudden disappearance in Harle's presence wasn't due to ringing emitted by her release, nor was it due to its ability. As if Marcus remained in his position would he suffer a blunt strike similar to that of an explosive shockwave. Nonfatal in nature, as the impact of the shockwave was equivalent to that of her physical strength. Shunpo Eichi created an explosive force that jettisoned the Shinigami's body away from its origin point to another location. And for those that remained within a meter range of the technique's origin, then they would feel the same force that equaled to the woman's physical strength.

The sky. Out in the open skies above Harle felt at ease. Weightless. Her body danced in the light of the moon before descending. Mixed with her tangible body was that of her Shikai, Tsukuyomi. Fingers disappearing in the steel nails that made her twin hand sized gauntlets, her claws bestowed a hint of an aggressive nature, including a subtly in elegance. Down did the woman fall, into the shadows of the trees below, muttering the words as she came down, "Kyoka Suigetsu." Close to her love for him to hear, for the Captain to bare her fangs past his rear. Talons driving down onto his position from head to toe, to only know that her real form went past him before her phantom did. Her technique shrouded her true presence, only to have her phantom take her place in the world.

But as for Harle, she came from below. Pushing off the lower branch to up above, flipping her body back, to deliver her good heel against the man's chin. But she knew that this wouldn't do him in. Harle was going to push the man. She was going to push him enough to where he wants to be. And perhaps... Just maybe before the night ends, she could ask him what she wanted in return.

Reiatsu Remaining: 1500/2400 ; -25 Advanced Airground, -150 Kyoka Suigetsu, -150 Shunpo Eichi, -150 Shikai.

Combat Posts: 4/7

[Marcus Cole]

Marcus’s weapon collided with Harle’s heel with a heavy force, one that strained his shoulder and push his weapon back. Since Harle was moving toward his right kunai as the but of her right blade intercepted her, she came at him from an angle. It was this angle that helped Marcus translate the force from the impact into a spinning motion anchored by his left foot. Had Harle struck Marcus from right in front of him, she’d have forced the kunai back into his chest, resulting in Marcus stabbing himself. The man had underestimated his new release, and he was fortunate not to have committed such a grave error for his foolishness. He still had to do better.

Immediately after the collision, Marcus released Harle from his string. Her momentum would send her to the far end of the branch, where she could easily recover her footing. It was an important for Marcus to place some distance between them once more. Now, his right elbow and left shoulder weren’t in the best shape for combat, so a physical fight wasn’t as favorable as before. Furthermore, his power was one that worked best once he had time to prep the battlefield.

While Harle began to speak, he quickly tapped each of his blades to his chest. Thanks to his right weapon, there was a string connecting Marcus to the neighboring tree. Another thread linked the fullbringer to his left kunai, which he promptly tapped to the tree branch beneath his feet. Lastly, he tapped the blades to his chest once more before clapping them together with a clank. This motion linked Marcus’s chest with each of his weapons. Now, he had 4 strings in his growing network.

But no number of strings could prepare him for what he was about to see. Marcus knew of Shinigami’s zanpakuto and had vague ideas of what they were capable of, and yet he had never once laid eyes on Harle’s own release. This was the first time he would witness the shikai of a Gotei 13 Captain. Moreso, this was the first time he’d encounter a manifestation of Harle’s spirit designed to defend her and subdue her foes. It was part of who she was, much like Marcus’s fullbring was a part of him. Through her shikai, he would better understand the real Kaijin Quinn.

Marcus watched with a conflicting mix amazement and caution as a bright light lit up Harle’s figure. While he wanted to sit and admire her release, the fight had to go on. Harle’s reiatsu spiked the muscles in her leg tightened, a common indicator of a step technique. The human held his blades ready, anticipating an assault – one that never came. As Harle propelled herself up into the sky, Marcus was thrown back by an invisible source that he hadn’t anticipated. This was his first encounter with Shunpo Eichi, and it was truly a surprise. While Harle wasn’t quite strong enough to knock him off his feet with the technique, she stilled forced him to take a few steps back and recover his balance. It was quite a surprise.

He looked up into the sky to find Harle’s body descending upon him. He parried her strike with his blade, slowing her attack with his own strength. Still, gravity and momentum was on the phantom’s side. As it pushed Marcus’s blade back, edging closer to Marcus’s body, he’d attach it to one of his strings and send it with a speed and force of 600 into the thick branch of the neighboring tree. The impact would definitely hurt. But little did Marcus know that this was not the real Harle.

The impact from below took him completely by surprise. Out of nowhere, he was suddenly knocked off his feet. The pain was hard to avoid, but Marcus managed to suppress it without making a sound thanks to his notable Strength of Will. As he fell onto his back, he used his momentum to roll to his feet once more. His eyes scanned around him, but he could not find the source of his attack anywhere. The phantom was still being shoved back into the tree, so Marcus was able to identify it as Harle’s double.

The strike had a strength similar to Harle’s own behind it, so it was likely that she had somehow produced a clone to battle Marcus while she remained invisible. What a troublesome release to battle. Marcus did his best to formulate a plan, but in the meantime, all he could do was raise his weapon and wait for his lover to strike. The next time, he anticipated that she would hit harder, and since Marcus couldn’t detect her, he had no choice but to tank it.

Fullbring: 2/10

Network of Strings:
Neighboring Tree Branch - Marcus's Chest
Occupied Tree Branch - Marcus's Chest
Right Throwing Knife - Marcus's Chest
Left Throwing Knife - Marcus's Chest

[Kaijin"Harle"Quinn]

Marcus did well against the phantom that Harle conjured. Despite it being a false image of the Captain, the idea of reality begins to slip in the man's mind. In order for her to fight an opponent, Harle had to be swift, daring, analytical, and deceptive. Her style of fighting revolved around much movement, keeping her opponents on the edge with her movements and abilities. The idea of reality becomes blurred with that of dreams and hallucinations. The mind conceives what is put in front of it. Just an idea itself can be dangerous when the mind is focused on it. Tsukuyomi merges these two concepts into a single world. To bring what many to believe as false into reality. And for those nonbelievers, to bring the falsehood of their imaginations to reality. The very idea of it is what would seem to make dreams reality. On the other hand, it can be seen as a cover. A cover that overlaps a lingering despair with that of happiness. In others words, she was bringing a dream that could possibly never happen. Did that make Harle a liar?

In front of Marcus, there is the girl that he knows. Passionate, sincere, kind, and caring. A young woman who serves Soul Society as one of its protectors. That was who Kaijin was. Someone who looks to aspire to much more than what she is. And then there is Harle. A mask, a persona that was weaved by the experiences and trials that she faced during her time when she still was alive. That persona was her cover, her mask. A means to avoid revealing herself to others and using it to keep people at arms length. The nature of Zanpakuto reveals to everyone the inner most nature of its wielder. As does the spirit that inhabits it too. For Harle, there were two. Two but a single entity altogether.

Harle was always divide. She sees that more than ever. Two separate lives. Kaijin and Harle. A woman and a fighter. The one who tells the truth, and the other that lies. In a way, her Zanpakuto made her question about herself, of her own nature. With Marcus, she could be herself. She didn't need to hide anything from him. Every time the two met she had always been honest. Marcus was a means for Harle to be who is really is, and not have to portray herself to be something else. In reality, she is a Captain of Squad 2. A Captain of the Gotei 13. But, that was something that she didn't want to aspire to in life. She wanted to bring happiness to everyone around her. She didn't like to hurt others. But, each time she donned her combat robes, each time she drew her Zanpakuto, all of those warm tender feelings fade. No, they are forced down into her. She didn't like it. She didn't like the fact that she didn't want to feel that way. To feel that numb.

Each time she drew her blade she felt as if something was being torn away from her. The fight against Jinbei, against the Vizard, each of those fights only made it more apparent that she had to change. She had to bury those warm emotions that made her who she was. In many ways........... it scared her. Each of those instances that Harle was driven to plunge her blade into her enemies she lost something of herself. For every act that she committed to bring herself closer to becoming stronger, there was always a sacrifice. She knew there had to be something to it. The fact remained nevertheless, should she desire to protect something, then she had to be strong. For those children that she couldn't protect on that day. For those civilians that were needless killed in the blast of that Arrancar. For Marcus. Each of those situations occurred because Harle wasn't strong enough. She wasn't quick enough. She didn't wish to do what was necessary.

That was the reason why Harle hesitated. Seeing someone so close to her, someone she loves so much being hurt in such a manner. She wanted to prevent it all from happening. This was the darkness that lingered in her heart. The pain of being in her position. Marcus, Kisala, so many others that relied on her strength and guidance to see to it that harm never befell them. Each one of those responsibilities tore away at her. Harle couldn't, she didn't want to see anyone she knew, that she cared for being hurt like that again. She knew that it was something that Marcus didn't want to see happen. She wanted to fulfill his desires. His desire to be strong was the reason why Harle wanted to help the man all these days. The trust and faith that he had for her was something that the Captain found solace in. For that reason.....

"BANKAI," Harle cried out. Casting away the sheathed state of Tsukuyomi, Harle had spurt forth the full nature of her Zanpakuto. The thin layer of fabric of the twin ribbons enveloped the woods with a harsh pure light. Encasing the woman in its brightness that began to spread its influence across the mile radius of the woman. Its light taking away the natural color of the woman's figure, shadowing it into a pitch black silhouette. The only light remained about the woman was that of thin hue of yellow reiatsu that outlined her figure, and of her eyes. This was what Harle felt she had to do. Marcus was being put under pressure she released her Shikai's abilities unto him. She had to maintain the pressure.

For that reason Bankai was necessary. It wasn't a victory that Harle sought out, it was to have Marcus experience a power that a Shinigami had. The highest caliber of releases among their people. Not only that, but for those that he may encounter in the future. Harle's desire was to have Marcus cope with the power. Then later, use that experience to use such a knowledge to counter it. Every Shinigami was different in terms of both release and strength. But, this was surely better than nothing. A trial in which she will push onto the man. "Marcus, zhiz iz ze final release of ze Zanpakuto. Zhiz iz Bankai." Harle stood across from the man. He was on guard. She had to push. "Zhiz iz zomezhing zat all ze Shinigami can do at one point or anozher. So pleaze, givez it all zat you got."

From there, the Captain's spiritual pressure soared. Not to pressure the man beneath her, but to understand and recognize of the possible dangers that the man faced. That without his best, he could be killed in an instant. So, who better to do that, then to use that of a foe that nearly killed her; Jinbei Kawada. The Kawada Lord was much more than Harle could ever handle alone. His strength and body honed by the experiences of his time. That immense strength trumped Harle's without so much as a challenge. It was that strength that stood before the man. That large body that she knew to be Jinbei Kawada stood before Marcus. His massive arms, capable of crushing a man's skull within its grasp. The tattered Kawada garments that he worn back in his time. The shaved scalp of an matured man. The pinnacle of Kawada strength. This was what stood Marcus instead of the Captain. A phantom whose strength surpassed that of its creator.

And despite the man ever actually standing before him, this malevolence could not be mistaken. This was the person that brought Harle to her knees, and at deaths door. This was Jinbei Kawada. The Captain didn't have anymore words to say as Jinbei lunged forward, matching Harle's own speed of 750, delivering a single short handed right jab to the Fullbringers face. She can only hope that Marcus would respond to such an enemy.

Remaining Reiatsu: 1200/2400 ; -300 Bankai

Combat Posts: 5/8

[Marcus Cole]

Music!

”Close your eyes, Marcus.”

“Uh?” It took a few moments for those words to register in the eight-year-old boy’s mind. It was a bit difficult to focus when standing on the edge of a rickety wooden platform over 150 feet above the ground. With his brain stalling and his fingers and knees quaking, the last thing he wanted to do was close his eyes and risk blindly tumbling to his death. He couldn’t even bring himself to turn his gaze to the source of the voice, so he stared straight down – past the safety net, past the concrete, right into the center of the earth. His gaze was unwavering and terrified.

”Deep breaths, son. You’re ready.” A second voice spoke out behind him, but this one was different. The first was feminine and soothing while this new voice was deep and supportive. Marcus could hug the first voice, but he knew that he could fall back and the second voice would catch him. Both carried a distant familiarity that he could barely pick up on, like a weak radio signal. Still, two words began to surface in association with those voices.

Mom? Dad?

Marcus was confident that if he turned back, he’d see his parents for the first time in almost fifteen years. He couldn’t even remember what they looked like, but those voices couldn’t belong to anyone else. As he prepared to turn and face them, his father spoke once more. “Stop Marcus, you’re not listening to us. Stay focused. Inhale… exhale.” The boy obeyed, fighting every urge to spin and leap into those arms. His father was right. He had to focus on the task at hand. He wouldn’t let his mind falter.

“That’s much better,” his mother said as she placed a reaffirming hand on his shoulder. Her fingers injected a strange magic into him, for his hands no longer trembled and his knees carried his weight confidently. It was like he rediscovered his sense of touch, and as he did, he found that a thin wooden rod appeared in his hands. On each end, it was bound to a long rope to form a swing.

His mother continued. “Now close your eyes…” The world went black. “And there you go.”

Marcus felt his stomach rise as his body fell, but he wasn’t scared. Darkness wrapped him like a blanket. There was no ground below. He was in freefall in a limitless world. Still, his descent was short-lived. The ropes carried him, bending gravity to its will. His fall was transformed to flight. Marcus sprouted wings, outgrowing the self-imposed blindfold. He opened the eyes, eager to view the world from a new perspective; one of the hawks and heavens.

Music Pt. 2

Marcus’s mind returned to the present. He found his body tense in anticipation for Harle’s next blow. His breathing was fast-paced and harsh. His inability to perceive or block the strike scared him, but the resurfaced memory came at an ideal time. He just had to remember the wisdom of his parents. ”Deep breaths, son.” “Now close your eyes… and there you go.”

As light faded around him and his breathing softened, Harle broke the newborn silence. ”Bankai.” This was it. This would be the final stage of their scrimmage. It was time to fly. Marcus opened his eyes to witness angelic light illuminate Harle. The chains were off. This was the power of the mighty Kaijin Quinn, Leader of the Gotei 13’s Second Division, Warrior, and Woman. "Marcus, zhiz iz ze final release of ze Zanpakuto. Zhiz iz Bankai. Zhiz iz zomezhing zat all ze Shinigami can do at one point or anozher. So pleaze, givez it all zat you got." He nodded in acknowledgement. While Marcus didn’t say a word, his eyes spoke for him. He was going to put ever ounce of his soul into this battle.

Between Harle and Marcus, a new enemy formed. This one was large and intimidating in appearance, but Marcus was not going to back down. As his new opponent sprinted forward, the fullbringer mimicked him. He was prepared to charge right into the other man. Still, Jinbei outclassed him in both speed and strength. When the former Kawada drew close, a split second before his fist collided with Marcus’s face, Jinbei’s blow was deflected.

Marcus had attached Jinbei’s fist to his network of strings, forcing the man’s arm to carry him to the side toward the neighboring tree at an increased speed of 1350. As jinbei awkwardly veered away, he slid past Marcus’s extended left blade, which teared into his skin and between his ribs. He’d have a long gash on his side as the string threw him into the tree.

But that wasn’t all. As Marcus’s knife cut into Jinbei, it would leave an imprint of his reiatsu within Jinbei’s body. Once more, he activated Shadow Punch to send a powerful force of 800 directly into the man’s chest. Jinbei’s heart would literally explode. His lungs would be obliterated. His rib cage and chest would shatter. The technique, when cast within an injury, would kill him instantly. If his combo was successful, Marcus would ignore the carnage. He still heard his parents speaking in the back of his head. ”Stay focused.” The man’s steel gaze was trained on the beautiful captain across from him. He loved her more than anything in the world, and it was that love that gave him strength. No matter what she through at him, he would fight with all he had for her.

Reiatsu Remaining: 1525/2000 (-100 for Shadow Punch)

Fullbring: 3/10

[Kaijin"Harle"Quinn]

This was good. Marcus was serious. The man steeled himself for what was to come. She could only hope that it would be enough to push him to the point where he desired. The phantom that had been released from the Captain's custody lunged at the man. A single right jab to the face was quickly avoided and maneuvered as he had done with Harle before. The blow was efficiently parried, providing the Fullbringer the opportunity to tie him, and direct the phantom to where it was necessary. Just as the man's body was pinned to the tree and struck with the knife, the Captain had already begun to move. Harle's body left an afterimage of itself as she darted upwards into the thick brushes overhead. The faint image left behind was kept, leaving the impression that Harle herself was still watching her lover's plan of action. But in reality, the Captain was already on the move, and her motions concealed the in false reality that was painted over it.

The trees and wind remained unchanged. The noise and warmth of blood and flesh familiar with that of any other human being plunged into. Jinbei's breath grew shallow as the internal rupture immediately took effect. Marcus did not look to see the carnage as he redirected his attention to that of Harle's phantom. She didn't move, at least until the light in their eye had met. "Monsieur haz done well to counter, but how willz he fair well wiz Harle?" the phantom spoke most confident. The only Harle that the man would seem to notice was the one that was charging forward towards him. A false presence that mirrored the Captain's flawlessly. The light that glistened onto its body casting its natural shadows. The reiatsu that pulsated from the seemingly delicate frame.

It motioned forward, gesturing a simple flicking motion with its wrist toward its side. A motion that gestured a cast off of a fishing line to the tree that . But why? That was a small gesture for Harle to drop from above. Her presence masked by the illusionary world that her Bankai brought about across the land. Every perception in a mile radius of Harle was controlled and manipulated to the Captain's will. Thus far, there have been no changes the wilderness around the Fullbringer. Everything was as it should be. The only fabrications that were present was that of the dying Jinbei, the Phantom Captain that the man was keen on, and the camouflaged Harle that descended above him. Harle muzzled the noise made from the leaves and branches as she made her way through the brushes with that of the Phantom's movements from tree to tree.

As the Captain fell on top of the man, immediately the sense of touch would have alerted him. But to what exactly? Alerted him to something that he wouldn't be able to see or indicate reiatsu. Just the sense of touch as his garbs were tightly gripped by nails. If Marcus did not react to what was transpiring, then his body would have been rolled against the branche's surface, before being slammed into the adjacent tree beside them. Harle wasn't strong enough to throw the man with simply her strength alone, as such, she relied on the man's own body weight to do so. Using both gravity and weight, the Captain dropped down onto the man's side to cause them both to roll onto the woman's back. This motion joined the weight of the two humans to build momentum, as Harle's footing was applied into the man's rib cage, and propel him into the side of the tree. The sudden impact wouldn't cause severe harm to the man, but would leave a throbbing pain against the side of his body. The same throbbing pain that caused the woman's ankle to reduce the amount of thrust in her propelling motion against the man.

At that point, the Phantom form of Harle was no longer needed. Its fading figure only caused Harle to recede into reality once again. Bits and particles rippled the woman's figure back into the eyes of the man as she regained her footing several feet back. Her left ankle left hanging to rid it of the pressure of her own weight. Only as the girl regain her balance did her chest puffed outwards, drawing in reiatsu into her lungs, resulting in the dark teal gas that erupted from the woman's lips. Ghastly, the toxic gas that effected an individual's senses with hallucinations. Should Marcus inhale the toxin, or had a desire to see through it, then he'd know of its effects immediately. Still, the Captain remained on guard, ready to engage the man once more.

Remaining Reiatsu : 1000/2400 ; -200 Ghastly

Combat Posts: 6/8

Bankai: 2/7

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{Ghastly}

Technique Name: [Ghastly]

Class: [4]

Technique Type: [Other]

Usable By (Technique is available 0to which races?): [Shinigami]

Technique Element: [Poison]

Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect):
A cloud of heavy teal smoke that is blown from the mouth of the user. Hazy and thick it does not interrupt breathing and does not effect the body in any means. Nevertheless, this is still a toxic cloud that is infused with the user's reiatsu in order to shroud the mind with hallucinations. What this technique does not effect in the body it does to the mind. Specifically it targets the alert factor within the individual's mind that slowly spreads into the senses. Remember that this technique is harmless. With that to the side, Ghastly effects an individual by breathing in or touching sensitive skin like the Eye balls. Only breathing in the gas or making contact with the eye balls are the only ways that the individual can be effected.

When affected by the technique the individual's instincts begin to ping as though the individual is about to be attacked. When and where these pings alert the effected individual are done by the technique's user. This goes effectively well to deceive those with instincts 125 and higher. The more sharper that the individual's instincts are, then the more effective the technique is. Yet, when being inside the gas for 2 posts, then the effects spread to the person's Senses. This is in terms of visual and hearing. Sounds of foot-steps and a shadow silhouette dashing in the midst of a cloud of gas. This shadow only moves around the effected individual. The technique only effects individuals with Instincts below 200.

How to use technique (How is it activated?):
A single cost of 200 reiatsu conjures the toxin from within to have the gas spew out from the lips of the user. After, the gas will cover a 10 foot radius of where the gas was released and lasts for 4 posts, and does have an additional cost of 75 reiatsu to have the effected individual's instincts to alert each time, at a location of the user's choosing. If prolonged in the gas then the other effects of the silhouette costs another 75 reiatsu.

Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc)
Clearly this technique does have its limitations. The effects only work if the individual is within the gas itself. The gas can be blown away with a shockwave or a wind technique. The reiatsu cost is a drawback, and [Poison Resistence 2] can be used to be immune to the technique.

Incantation and Effect:
None.

Made By: Harle

Reserved? (Yes/No) (Can others use your technique, or just your character?): Only reserved for members of Squad 2.

[Marcus Cole]

"Monsieur haz done well to counter, but how willz he fair well wiz Harle?" Marcus didn’t think for a moment that he was looking straight at a phantom, a projection created by Harle’s zanpakuto. All he saw was the woman he loved. She disarmed him with those eyes, and before he knew it, he was under attack, thrown violently into the heat of battle. He messed up and let her into his head, and there were going to be consequences.

Harle caught Marcus off guard as she grabbed his clothes from behind and pushed him down onto the tree branch. She was too fast for him to react to quickly enough, and so he was forced to roll with the collision. Harle still had control of his rear. Marcus could try and use his strings to force her off, but then she’d disappear from his senses again. Yes, Harle was pressing the offensive but this was also a rare opportunity for counter attack. Marcus just had to find an opening.

The fullbringer’s muscles tensed up as he felt Harle sent him into the wall of the nearest tree. He wanted to move, to get out of her grasp and avoid taking a beating, but he knew that doing so would guarantee a future sneak attack. Not yet, He stayed put as Harle descended upon him again. He absorbed the blow again as they rolled together once more. This time, however, Harle lifted her leg and dug her foot into Marcus’s ribcage. That strike hurt quite a bit and sent Marcus up into the thick tree trunk while Harle still lay on the branch.

Pain burned through Marcus’s bones, shooting up his spine. But as his mind was flooded with that pain, his thoughts managed to powered through. Now. This was his opportunity. After all, Marcus still had that imprint of his reiatsu on Harle’s heel. It was his ace, and he was about to reveal it. As his reiatsu spiked, Harle would suddenly feel a powerful force of 800 punch her heel. This would strike the same injury she suffered from an earlier trade with Marcus. The attack did more than that, however. It send Harle flying backwards. Her body would break through the thick branch beneath where she would continue until she hit the ground.

Marcus wasn’t quite done. His elbow was fractured, his rib was either bruised or cracked, his sides aching, but he had to push through. Ironically, Harle was the person he was fighting for even though she was the one he was fighting against. He knew he couldn’t win, but he wouldn’t lose without giving it his all. Marcus jumped forward, placed his feet on the tree trunk, and pushed off with Movement to catch up to Harle.

He landed quietly on his feet right beside where she would collide with the ground unless she could stop herself. As soon as he came within a foot of her, Marcus would attach Harle to his strings. Rather than attaching her entire body, he’d pick little parts to trap. He’d first attach her left hand to his torso before pulling it along the string leading to his left blade. He did the same with Harle’s right hand and his right knife. Finally, Marcus attached her torso to the end of the string on his own chest, leaving Harle’s arms and body in perfect symmetry with Marcus’s with just a foot of space between them. His goal was to trap her so that, even if she did create more illusions, he wouldn’t lose track of her. It was an ambitious goal, but he was an ambitious man. He had to at least try.

Reiatsu Remaining: 1400/2000 (-100 for Shadow Punch activation, -25 for Movement)

Fullbring: 4/10

Note: If successful, this post would interrupt Harle’s action and refund her the reiatsu cost for Ghastly.

[Kaijin"Harle"Quinn]

Everything had seemed to go smoothly in terms of planning. Harle motioned herself as such in order to keep the Fullbringer conflicted with confusion as she rushed the man. The initial roll that the two quickly fell into gave the women more leverage on the man to pin him forcefully into the tree's trunk. The sudden shock of pressing his body against the sturdy surface was rewarded with a bit of pressure caving into the man's form. Something gave away with the Captain's assault, only reassuring her that everything was going smoothly. However, she couldn't remain as such, she had to keep her focus as she learned from Jinbei Kawada. For the Captain to lower her guard meant that she was becoming overly confident in her abilities. The Shinigami couldn't underestimate her opponents any longer then she already had. For her to do such a thing would spell only disaster for her.

That glimmer of anticipation on how Marcus would react came quickly. What she'd expect was some form of physical counter, yet came in the terms of energy. Larger than what came before it the Captain's heel was struck by an immense amount of reiatsu pressure. Nothing that the French woman expected to happen, though she recognized that it came from the same position from before. Marcus struck the Captain in a particular area of her heel. The same heel that was now struck by an explosion of pain and frailness. Soft and tender, the area surrounding the wound was indeed inoperable for the next few days or so, but she'd expect nothing less from the man she came to admire.

A rise in reiatsu was what triggered the explosive force that overwhelmed the girl with pain, which resulted in her body being forced back against the tree branch. Regrettably, Harle lacked the body strength to keep herself pinned at a specific point of the branch. Despite digging her steel talons into the bark of the wood she would still be intercepted by the man. Coming to a grinding halt the girl would be caught in the man's grips. The man's motions were keen and precise, looking to keep the Captain right where he can keep track of her. A smart move considering his own abilities to keep track of her. Her arms pinned to his blades as he desired her to be, keeping off the shattered left heel. Her own wails and winces of pain overlaying her shuttering lips made her seem a bit desperate to slip out. That was if it were truly her.

Harle wasn't capable of keeping herself from sliding against the branch before coming into contact with the Fullbringer. The man's presence was suitable to avoid the untrained senses of those who were not use to combating the hidden steps of an assassin, yet Harle helped train the same sort of people. Keeping close to her, the man's footing was more silent than the night, yet his own reiatsu was another story. More familiar to her than the reiatsu of her comrades, Harle recognized the man's presence almost immediately. His motions and presence advised the Captain as to what he may attempt. As such, rather than halting herself to remain a clear target, she carried on with that forceful slide along the branch. Upon the man's grip of her hand, the Illusionist did what she was known for. Her tricks. Her Bankai concealed her presence from the man's senses as she slide beneath his path, leaving only a husk behind in his grip.

Mirror Mirror was such a technique to take its owner's place, rather than leave them in the grasp of their foes. A means that allowed Harle to seem to be within the Fullbringer's grasp, while being abled to move freely for but a moment into the position she required. The technique only lasted for but a moment, but working in conjunction with her Bankai only made that moment seem a bit longer. It kept the illusion intact long enough for the Shinigami to slip by unnoticed. The time needed to pounce on the man once more before the illusion began to shatter into pieces of glass made reiatsu in his hands. Much like Marcus, Harle kept the man close to her as she regained her balance from the narrow branch. The pain she felt by applying pressure to her left leg wasn't going to do her any favors. She had to keep off of it in order to fight.

Yet, her feet were not the only means to moving about. As the pieces of her technique began to fall apart, the Captain motioned towards the man from behind. The warmth that would surround his neck was more noticeable than what she intended for him to realize. Despite being using Bankai, the physical touch of her body and his own was something that she couldn't hide. From behind the woman dropped herself forward in order to use her hands to carry her. That stance gave the Captain free reign over her legs while keeping her injury a bit in check. As soon as her legs were lifted off the ground would they plop on top of the man's shoulders, locking her knees around the shoulder joints with firm conviction. His firm stance was what would allow Harle to utilize her acrobatic skills in propelling her body forward to sit completely on the man. But Harle was far from done as her forward rotation didn't cease. If the man did not react quickly then his abs would have been crunched towards the front. His back bent forward as the woman tugged on their combined weight to toss the man off his feet.

Still, Harle lacked the strength to really throw him. That wasn't the intention as her knees were still locked into his joints. The pull of their bodies meant to push Harle into a secondary hand stand that would immediately complete the rotation. The same rotation that would slam the Fullbringer's back into the branch, likely resulting in the branch to snap at its junction off the tree's trunk. This altogether would leave the pair falling the moment their two bodies collided with the branch's surface. Entirely, the situation that the Captain placed herself in was risky, especially with her stamina quickly draining. She remained close to her foe, which meant that who so ever reacted quicker would be the one who would reign on top. A risky gamble for the Captain, but one that would keep the pressure that the man needed to survive in the long run.

Remaining Reiatsu : 850/2400 ; -150 Mirror Mirror

Combat Posts: 7/8

Bankai: 3/7

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{Mirror Mirror}

Class: [4]

Technique Type: [Other]

Usable By (Technique is available to which races?): [Shinigami]

Technique Element: [Energy]

Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect):
A substitution jutsu? Here and now? Well yes. After the match with Kagami Murai, Harle decided to put his ability to good use. This would formally be used in a wide variety of different techniques, in this case a substitution technique. A simple technique really that benefits those using the skill [stealth], to find a better means to escape, or find a betterrific vantage point. This in tow works in tangent with Harle's natural ability to create illusions.

So this would be considered a layer technique of itself. When learned, it is at its most basic form. A glass mirror that takes the place of the user, and shatters into fragents when struck. When proficient, an additional add on becomes known, and that is being able to hide ones own reiatsu within the technique itself. This makes detection more difficult for those relying on Energy Sensory.

For those who Master the technique, they are able to eliminate their presence entirely based on their level of [stealth] against their opponents Energy Sensory, and /or analysis.

How to use technique (How is it activated?):
How this technique works is fairly simple, and yet tricky. With the cost of 150 reiatsu the caster's body is caressed by their own reiatsu. This creates a secondary skin that is left behind the moment of being struck. When the layer of reiatsu leaves the users body, it emits a small glare of light that fools the aggressor into visually witness the user being struck. Once struck, the users body is broken into small shards of glass that emits their own small glares of light. So for those with 150 senses or below will make it make difficult to see past the light. This is for the proficient stage.

When proficient, the caster can blur their reiatsu with that of the technique, as each shard of glass is still made of reiatsu. The shattered glass only lasts but a few moments, but still capable of smearing the caster's reiatsu to make it difficult to detect with Energy Sensory. So for those with 100 Energy Sensory or below won't be able to locate the caster within the debris. The same is known for Senses with 150 and below.

Mastery if the technique enables the user to conceal their presence entirely within the technique. Unless their opponents have a 200 in senses or 200 in energy sensory, then detection is nearly impossible. This goes for Analysis skills as well. Yet, what makes this extremely usefull is the fact for those that posses the [Stealth] skill for each level in the skill. Thus adds on an additional requirement of 50 senses or Energy Sensory to be able to locate, or detect the location if the user.

Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc) (Insert Below)
The reiatsu cost of 150 per usage, and can only be activated when struck. It is a harmless technique that is usually used for a means of escape by distracting the opponent, or allowing a brief moment to reposition oneself. Remember that the full effect of this technique is at its best when it is seen by the eyes. If not then the caster can be seen easily, aside from not being detected by Energy Sensory as listed above.

Incantation and Effect:

None.

Made By: Harle

Reserved? (Yes/No) (Can others use your technique, or just your character?): Reserved for members of Squad 2.

[Marcus Cole]

Marcus was ill-suited for Harle’s tricks. With his poor sensory skills, his reaction to the woman’s substitution was quite slow. It wasn’t until the glass replacement shattered into small pieces, blinding him with its glaring light, did he realize that the captain had slipped from his grasp once more. Harle’s bankai prevented Marcus from finding her, so he was left with one option: wait until she came to him.

He didn’t have to wait very long. As his eyes were recovering from the shimmering glass, he felt movement across his neck. It had to have been Harle. She seemed to be going for some time of hold, and she would find success. Marcus couldn’t fight someone he couldn’t see, not in hand-to-hand battle. While he knew that Harle was upon him, he wouldn’t realize that she was maneuvering above him until it was too late. By the time he realized that her touch came from her legs, she’d have already gotten above his shoulders and locked his body forward.

But that was as far as Harle’s plan would go. Marcus felt her begin to lean back in an effort to throw him. Due to her low strength, she wouldn’t be able to move at her full speed in this throwing motion. Thus, Marcus had enough time to counter it with his release. First and foremost, he locked his arms around her legs, completing the motion by tapping his two blades together to form a string between them. The moment that string formed, he locked himself to it. Harle would try to throw him, but he had anchored himself in space. Her motion would be abruptly halted. With Marcus’s own arms wrapped around Harle, she was stuck in an awkward position with her body bent and her hands still on the ground.

But Marcus wasn’t quite done. His reiatsu surged as small reishi wings formed on his right kunai, he then flicked the blade upward, granting it flight at a slow speed of 50. Now, however, he could mentally control the blade’s trajectory. With Harle still stuck in his grasp, he’d have it fly behind his back and hover there. By repositioning the blade, it would be close enough to Harle to also lock her to it as well. His goal was to trap her as well. That was the extent of Marcus’s strategy. He wouldn’t take things any further. If he was able to snare Harle, he’d be satisfied.

Reiatsu Remaining: 1350/2000 (-50 for To Take Flight)

Fullbring: 5/10

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{To Take Flight}Technique Name: [To Take Flight]*

Class: [5]

Technique Type (Kido, Hollow/Arrancar Technique, Human World Dweller Technique, Other): [Other]

Usable By (Technique is available to which races?): [All]

Technique Element: [None]

Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect):

The objective of this technique is simply to gain the ability of flight. Marcus may apply this technique to objects, letting them maintain their momentum once thrown and not slow down as long as the wings are active. It also allows Marcus to mentally control their trajectory with the wings. They also let him change direction with just a moment’s thought and control his movement mentally. The wings can only be destroyed by attacks with an offensive stat greater than Marcus’s.

How to use technique (How is it activated?): Channel reiatsu and cast. If it is being used on an object, the user must be in have physical contact with the object.

Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc)

This technique costs Marcus 50 reiatus to use on an object, as long as that object is smaller than him. It may be cast on any object that is smaller than a pick-up truck, but those equal to or larger than Marcus in size cost 100 reiatsu, and the wings only have the strength to carry objects that Marcus himself is strong enough to lift. If an object is too heavy for him to pick up, then it is too large for the wings to carry. The wings last for six posts before disappearing.

Made By: Nightwing

Reserved? (Yes/No) (Can others use your technique, or just your character?): Yes, but can be taught to others.

[Kaijin"Harle"Quinn]

Harle had been shackled down. Her legs bounded by the man's arms and stuck in possibly one of the more awkward positions that she would have found herself in. Under normal circumstances, the woman would be flustered and unpleasantly upset at the turn of events, yet it also put her in a well desired position for her. In this position, she nearly had free reign over the man's mind. The direct line of contact with his body meant that she could push her Bankai even further, stimulating his own nerves to recreate sensations that she couldn't have before. Such things that can be extremely dangerous, proven by the events that killed Jinbei Kawada. But that wasn't the purpose of this exercise, as beneficial as it would be for the man, the amount of stress that it would have dealt to him could be quite hazardous.

Despite her own confidence in the man she couldn't bring herself to do as such. With that in mind she didn't want to push it further. At the same time, she could feel herself reaching her limit. The amount of energy and speed used in this sparring fight began to accumulate, slowly causing the body to stagger and fatigue under the stress. This was something that she couldn't avoid when prolonging fights. Harle developed her fighting style with this in mind, in order to utilize the best of her abilities within a short span of time to achieve utter victory. Any further than such a time would only lessen her capabilities to the point where her own body would give out. In a life or death situation, the girl would have pushed harder. However, now was not the case. This was simply a means to help the man who she loved with all her heart. For that reason......

"Perhapz we zhouldz stop from here, Marcus." Keeping the use of her technique quiet, the man would feel the point of needles at his side. While she had been stuck to where she was, there were many possible methods she could use, turning the sparring match into a something more hazardous. She loved the feel the man's warmth. Her hand found the small surface of his forehead beneath his hair. Her fingers trickling down the natural curves of his face to his lips. She smiled with every detail her fingers could make out. The Bankai wouldn't last for much longer as she exposed herself willingly to the man. Quite humorously really, that her own groin would be pressed against the back of his head, with legs dangling down his shoulders. And with her legs dangling, of the bottom of her soles were the pointed blades that could have dug into his sides.

Beneath the ribs and into the hips, blades of reiatsu that were typically long enough to skewer the internal organs of the human body. Assassin's blade made it convenient for such situations such as this. The blades came out almost instantaneously when needed, and from areas of the body that can be used without drawing too much attention too. "Whatz do you think? Becauze, wellz, Kaijin iz getting pretty tiredz now." she giggled softly. "You'vez done well Marcus, very well. Better en faster zhan Kai...zhan I.. zhought." From the bottom of her heart, she was delighted to see Marcus coming back. His growth meant everything to her. He meant everything to her.

Both her blades and Bankai withdrew to their points of origin, ceasing the woman's ability to fight. To see someone she loved become strong was one of the pleasures that she could bear witness to. He had to believe in himself, just as much as she believed in him. She loved the Fullbringer so very much, that even his touch made her heart race. "Marcus........can.. can I azk you.... zomezhing?" her heart beckoned to her, fluttering trying to point the words together as they stumbled along her tongue. But, she had to hear his words, even if for a little bit. "I waz wondering if........ maybe perhapz...... I can be.. your wife?"

[Marcus Cole]

"Perhapz we zhouldz stop from here, Marcus." The man nodded his head, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his heavy breathing. He noted Harle’s own fast-paced breaths overlapping with his. They were both tired. Marcus had pushed himself to his limit, and Harle hadn’t taken this sparring session lightly either. It seemed that this was as far as it would go.

Based on Harle’s last move, creating blades at her feet that she gently pressed against his ribs, Marcus was confident that Harle had not revealed all her abilities. That she had more room to escalate the battle, but chose not to do so. After all, she was a captain and Marcus understood that she was still a tier or two above him. Nonetheless, he was satisfied with his performance. Their skirmish allowed Marcus to take note of the progress he had made. There was much room to grow, but this was a miraculous improvement from his condition several months ago.

"Whatz do you think? Becauze, wellz, Kaijin iz getting pretty tiredz now." Although Harle’s tone was marked by a hint of fatigue, her giggle dispelled the tension from the battle and set a more casual mood between them. Marcus couldn’t help but smile in return. However, he had given up on communicating with his speech, relying on non-verbal signs to respond to Harle.The fullbringer’s reiatsu level dropped sharply as he ended his release, casually returning his blades back to his waist. He was done as well.

After they disengaged from one another, Marcus turned to face Harle. His face was illuminated by a giddy grin. Something about that battle brought Marcus’s confidence back. It proved to him that all of his training and effort for the past months paid off. The old Marcus was back, and it was all thanks to Harle. She was his caretaker, his mentor, and his safety net. Without her, none of this would have been possible. His sapphire eyes were overflowing with appreciation.

"Marcus........can.. can I azk you.... zomezhing?" The man’s deep blue eyes answered her. Anything, they seemed to say. You can ask me anything. "I waz wondering if........ maybe perhapz...... I can be.. your wife?" Marcus was taken aback by the question. His eyes blinked suddenly, reflecting his surprise. He even nearly stumbled backward, his foot instinctively inching back. Harle threw a complete curveball at him, one he couldn’t have seen coming. In the middle of the forest, both of them exhausted from their spar, she was asking him to marry her.

Once Marcus wrapped his head around the situation, he began to think a bit more clearly. The love of his life was asking him to marry her. The woman who discovered a broken Marcus and made him whole once more. And when Marcus was defeated and close to death, Harle was the one who held his hand along the road to recovery. She was his best friend and closest companion. There was no one else Marcus loved so dearly. Harle was the only one he could ever want to spend his life with.

The man gently took Harle’s hand in his own and placed it against his chest. Even through his Uzaki Enterprise armor, Harle would be able to feel the soft beating of his heart. While he could not speak the words ‘I love you,’ he could convey that love in other ways. Marcus’s gaze met Harle’s his smile reaching his eyes. He nodded his head in answer to her question. He would marry her.

But he couldn’t shake off the feeling that something didn’t feel right. The proposal was spontaneous, but it wasn’t whole without a ring. Fortunately, the fullbringer had an idea. He released Harle’s hand and reached down behind the chest plate of his armor, pulling out a pocket watch. It was the one given to Marcus by his parents, his last true reminder of them. Before his coma, it even functioned as his primary fullbring. Since his parents’ death, he had clung to it, but he was ready to move on from his tragic past toward a brighter future.

With a quick yank, Marcus shattered the silver pocket watch’s chain. He then pulled out one of his kunai and pryed the back of the watch open, revealing a network of various gears turning within it. In all the time he had the watch, it never stopped working. But now, he didn’t need it. The man broke the largest gear the center of the device, and upon doing so, he let the now broken watch fall to the dirt below. He didn’t even look down, his gaze trained on Harle instead.

Marcus descended to a knee, holding the steel gear between his right thumb and index finger. He presented it to Harle as he smiled up at her. Marcus wanted to make Harle his wife, so he would do it the right way with a real proposal. The man couldn’t talk, but once more, he relied on his eyes to speak on his behalf. His love-filled, joyous eyes that saw nothing but the woman in front of him.

They appeared to ask, Will you marry me?

[Kaijin"Harle"Quinn]

The gear bit was nothing valuable in terms of financial significance. The watch that was kept close to Marcus was one that held much more importance to the man than anything. Through the times that she spent with the Fullbringer she had always recognized it being close to him. His body language and expression told Harle all that was needed to know about it. An Heirloom of some sort, just as Harle's makeup and skills were to her. Now, resting on her finger, there were no words that needed to be said. Despite her initiating the proposal, it was Marcus that went through with the idea. An idea in which she really didn't think possible under the circumstances. If the man wanted to wait, she would respect his decision. As a matter of fact, it didn't matter how long she would have to wait, as long as she was able to remain at his side. That was all that she wanted.

She knew what she wanted to say. The words were there, easy to speak of, yet she couldn't. The weight of the woman's heart was tremendous. Gagging on both the air and that of her own desires, the pain of being unable to swelled deep inside. It hurt. But at the same time, it felt right. The pain in which one would desire. Not because it hurt. The sensation of pain in which was conducted on a physical plane, one committed onto the body. Harle wasn't hurt physically. A sense of yearning wasn't what the Captain wanted to stray away from in order to keep herself safe. The thought never once crossed her mind. This wasn't that sort of pain. No, the pain in which one soul called out to another, soon coming to the realization that their cries out for each other are the same. A mutual understanding that was weaved by their own desires, efforts, and time. That was the sort of pain in which pain spiraled inside of Harle.

The two remained face to face on the coming of the new day. A dawn that shined many new possibilities, each one flashed before the woman's eyes as she succumb to the pain of her happiness. Her own body didn't have the energy to restrain itself, falling from the weight of a bright future, Harle wept. Despite the new day's mist washing over them, the girl couldn't have been more warm. It was a warm that she never knew that was possible. Only wanting to keep it close to her, she drew the man's arm into her chest. Both heart and breathing fluttering with joy as her tears ceased to listen to reason.

Was this how her mother felt when her father proposed to her? Did she feel this same sensation as she did? But furthermore, were they able to see her now? Blessed to have a man, such as Marcus, in her life. To know that they will be partners for eternity. Despite all the ridicule and bewildered expressions over the years. Despite nearly experiencing the theft of her purity, she was able to save it, and push through it all. Marcus was the only one who she would want to ever lose herself to. He was the only one who saw through her makeup, through the gimmicks and tricks, to see her for who she was. In front of the Fullbringer wasn't the Captain of Squad Two, not a Shinigami, not a Guardian of the World, but just as Kaijin Quinn. Just a simple woman. That was Harle. That is Kaijin. And with that, she could find the strength to say what had to be said.

"Yesz. I willz marry you, Marcusz."