UE's Triple Headed Clash

[Takara Takeda]

Thread Title: UE's Triple Headed Clash
Participants: Kitai vs Jak vs Takara
World: Human World
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: A large abandoned mall in Karakura Town that has three stories of shops. The mall covers almost a full mile in length and the width is half of that. Meaningless to say that there are thousands of shops inside of the mall that are all closed. There is garbage all around the mall with the windows to the shops mostly shattered. Almost none of the lights seem to work thankfully though it's only around noon. So the inside of the mall seems to be nothing, but shade aside from the sections that have windows on the walls and ceilings.
Special Conditions: N/A
Circumstances: Takara has come to the conclusion that she wants to find out exactly where she stands in comparison to other major power entities of UE. Kazura could not be reached for he is to busy however she has managed to send out text messages to two other members that caught her attention. Jak, The half breed mod soul. Kitai the deranged madman of the company. Both of them have received separate text messages telling them to meet someone at the mall to truly prove their power. Little do they know that Takara is behind it and a battle between the three of them will shake the foundation of this once treasured building.

[Takara Takeda]

Takara moved throughout the streets of Karakura like she had over the two months. It had already been nearly three since she had awakened from the prison known as time. In that time there had been a fair amount of things that had happened to her. Right now she was in one of the areas where one of those things had happened. She had been on this same street around dusk when a rogue Shinigami had found her and attempted to capture her. Thankfully she had gotten away from him by manipulating another Shinigami to fight for her.

That Shinigami who had been a rather pain in the backside due to the fact that when he found her he chased after her stating that he wanted to run experiments on her. Takara of course wasn't going to let that happen however at the time she hadn't been able to call on her ability to defend herself. So the only thing hat she had been able to do at the time to survive was run from him. She hadn't been able to lose him though and yet still something very odd had happened that just seemed to be a slap in Soul Society's face and Shinigami all together.

A random young boy Shinigami that just so happened to be blind had been in a near by park that Takara had ran to in order to avoid the Shinigami that was chasing after her. That Shinigami boy happened to be enough to hold off the other Shinigami on the whim on a frightened dog. Well that was what Takara had pretended to be since the boy hadn't been able to see her strange appearance all he had been able to figure out was that there was some sort of dog being chased by a Shinigami who was openly stating he wanted to run experiments on it.

From that point on a battle between the two had ensued and Takara had stayed back observing the fighting styles of them both in case she had to run into them in the future and happened to fight them herself. The young Shinigami boy had a different reiatsu about him that Takara only felt was dark and somewhat evil yet he couldn't control and the strength of it never flexed even during the usage of his techniques. That boy though fought with flexibility and his zanpakuto along with what Takara assumed to be the martial arts focusing on his legs more so then his arms.

The Shinigami that had chased after her though had incredible talent in the art of kido and was able to cast spells that Takara realized she would be powerless to stop at that point. After seeing a few of the spells that the Shinigami could cast Takara ran from the scene making sure that even if the boy Shinigami who was fighting well failed she wouldn't be captured by the other one. So thankfully she got away from there and managed to gather a bit of information that she believed could help her in the future.

After that Takara had been out in the town again during the night just like she was tonight only that night she had found something very interesting along with information that she was both saddened and thankfully to acquire. Takara had ran into a half Mod Soul boy by the name of Jak. The boy had spoken with her and Takara had learned that the boy was half Akki. That gave Takara the idea that perhaps the demonic race could reproduce with any other race in existence since her race was highly unique and there was nothing else like them however it seemed that they had been able to create an offspring.

After speaking with the boy for some time Takara learned that her people weren't completely extinct yet the numbers weren't all that high and actually finding another Mod Soul was very rare. All of that meant that Takara had to gather up her people fast and awaken her ability to call on the Omega Arsenal. So after all of that Takara also was able to find out that the poor boy not only grew up without his father, but that the Shinigami had been able to kill his mother who happened to be the parental Mod Soul.

They had killed his mother and due to that Jak had a hate for them that more then likely rivaled Takara's own hate towards the race that created them only to cast them aside and kill them. The final thing that Takara found out that night from Jak was the ability that he was able to utilize that he stated he inherited from his mother. Takara saw that Jak was able to channel his reiatsu into orange-red orbs of reiatsu that could explode yet somewhat splash over the impact area and burn everything. It was without an ability that could serve her plans well enough in the future that meeting up with Jak again was a definite.

After that Takara had been going around Karakura during the day pretending to be some new type of doll that could move by a controller. Thankfully none of the human even questioned the idea when they saw a strange looking wolf doll walking on the street. One of them even pointed her out and stated openly that the strange scythe like appendage on the side of her head was an antenna for the controller that was actually controlling her movements. It wasn't long until Takara happened to sense the reiatsu of another Shinigami and attempted to make her way from the area in order to evade conflict due to her inability to still call on the Arsenal.

It hadn't worked and the Shinigami had been able to follow her. Thankfully when Takara confronted the Shinigami it turned out to be a very new Shinigami girl that had yet to gather experience. A battle ensued between the two of them to which Takara had to actually fight up close and physically which she wasn't good at. Although thanks to her intelligence she had been able to land a blow on the girl that caused her a decent amount of pain to the point that the girl had vomited. After that though Takara herself had been hit and she too felt pain.

The battle hadn't lasted long and eventually it ended when a Senkaimon gate appeared behind the Shinigami and it was easy to tell that there was a Shinigami on the other side of the gate flexing their reiatsu as a sign to have the Shinigami girl fall back to Soul Society. She had obeyed the order and left Takara going back to Soul Society. As she was leaving though the girl had made sure to tell Takara that neither of them had won the encounter yet next time she was going to beat her. Takara had made her first move against Soul Society by stating to the girl to tell the Captain Commander that she was still alive.

So that had been the first few encounters that Takara had experienced since she had awakened from her slumber. Neither of which Takara had enjoyed due to her connection to the Omega Arsenal at both times still being lost. That fact had changed about two days after the encounter with the Shinigami girl though. Takara had been focusing in a park during the middle of night when no one would have paid attention to what seemed to be a forgotten doll. It was during that night Takara had been able to call upon the Arsenal of time.

It was that same night however that Takara had met up with a half breed Mod Soul by the name of Jak. Takara had spoken with him for about half an hour going over who he was and a bit of his background. She had found out that he was part Akki and been shown a brief display of his Mod Soul ability. She had learned that his mother had been the Mod Soul and she had been killed by Shinigami. Takara had felt sorry for Jak and wished that she could have prevented his pain yet at the same time knew that she could utilize his hate towards the Shinigami to further her cause against Soul Society.

The two of them hadn't spoke very long and after Jak had displayed his ability to Takara they both parted ways for the time being. The following morning Takara had made her way to the same park that she had frequently been going too. It was the same park that she had watched the two Shinigami fight in when one was defending her and the other trying to capture her for what he called testing. When she had actually gotten to the park she was hoping that the scientific Shinigami would show himself so she could destroy him herself. Instead there had been a different Shinigami.

The new Shinigami had been very tall with white hair that he fashioned backwards. Takara had warned him and told him to leave yet a battle ensued anyway and for the majority of the battle Takara had been in control. The Shinigami had been a practitioner of Hakudo and Hoho more then anything else and by analyzing that fact and anticipating his maneuvers Takara had made the battle little less then a one sided show in her favor. It had been little more then a testing situation for her ability to call on the Arsenal and it had been a success.

It was only after the Shinigami must have realized that he wouldn't have been able to get in close and finish off Takara that he utilized Shunpo to leave the area. Takara hadn't felt like the battle was over though due to the personality of the Shinigami and kept up the façade that she was naïve and believed the battle had finished. She started to walk out of the park and when she nearly reached the exit she had been proven correct. The Shinigami had been suppressing his reiatsu making it impossible for Takara to sense his location, but while she was reaching the exit he utilized shunpo.

That had revealed the spike in his reiatsu and since that had been the only technique he had displayed throughout the entire battle Takara assumed what she had sensed was the same. Not knowing exactly where the Shinigami was coming from Takara countered on all sides manifesting four broadswords around her body and spun them around her like a pin wheel. Somehow the Shinigami had been able to caught the wolf doll body Takara had been inhabiting on fire, while her swords had decapitated the Shinigami.

After that battle Takara had been busy thinking for the next day while keeping out of sight. It wasn't until darkness had shrouded over Karakura Town that she walked the open streets. That night though had brought about a very strange new comer to Karakura. Takara had been walking and then saw a sight very strange. A beast from Soul Society was attacking a hollow. Takara had warned the beast telling it to leave Karakura. A battle had ensued between the both of them which had been short lived. Takara had dealt the beast a few various blows and the beast had ran from the conflict.

After that Takara had left Karakura Town for a bit. She had traveled throughout Japan for a few weeks. Ultimately while she had been searching for survivors of her race she had sensed a fair amount of spiritual activity over by a harbor. Takara had decided to investigate what she had been sensing and upon getting closer had realized that a group of Fullbringers and a Mod Soul had been being attacked by a hollow. When she actually got there all of the humans and the Mod Soul had been killed. What she discovered though was haunting. It hadn't been a hollow, but instead a strange looking human with reiatsu that felt more like a hollow then anything else.

Takara had been enraged by the fact that one of her people had been killed after searching for so long only to have one of the few stripped away just outside her grasp. Takara had come to the conclusion that she had to avenge the fallen Mod Soul by killing the strange hollowish human. The battle ensued between the both of them and for the most part the boy had been on the defensive constantly evading the weapons that Takara manifested from the Arsenal. When he did attack her she saw that he was a practitioner of knives and deflected the weapon.

The battle continued as the boy ran and hid around the large cargo crates from Takara. He had though laid a trap for Takara that she had been foolish in overlooking. She still wasn't accustomed to battling races other then Shinigami and while she had data programmed into her mind on nearly every race she hadn't checked through the files on humans prior to the battle. This had led to the horn on the doll's body being cut off by the boy utilizing his Soul ability to call on the knife. Takara had evaded defeat and then dealt him a bloody blow.

That hadn't been enough though to keep him from running away after that brief last skirmish. The boy must has realized it was more practical to run and fight another day then stay and try to get lucky again. Takara had tried to finish him off yet the boy had continuously utilized a step technique by the name of Movement to get away from her. After that Takara had made her way to the fallen Mod Soul and taken his broken pill with her. Takara knew shame and hardship more then many others and due to the death of this one Mod Soul had started to place further blame on herself.

It had been after that night that Takara had arrived in Tokyo. Once there Takara went about trying to find clothing for the Gigai that she was now inhabiting. She loved the beauty of her gigai feeling that it was an accurate representation of her inner beauty. The only problem was that Takara had no clothing for the body and as such had hidden until the night had claimed the sky once again. That hadn't kept people from roaming the streets however and Takara had allowed herself to be found by an older man.

The man had seen her beauty and thanks to Takara's talent as an actress she had been able to deceive the older man into taking her back to his apartment. She had told the man that she had been attacked by a gang and they had violated her physically and taken everything in her possession only to leave her in the ally where she had been when he saw her. The man had felt pity for Takara and given her some clothing from his daughter. The clothing wasn't anything special and nothing that Takara really liked, but she had taken what she could get and thanked the man for his kindness.

Throughout the following week Takara had gone through Tokyo. Putting on convincing stories of how she was a naïve college girl traveling throughout Japan. This had kept her in the eyes of many young man who kept bringing her back to their apartments where Takara would knock them unconscious. After that she rummaged throughout their rooms and took what she felt was valuable. Towards the end of the week Takara had been picked up by a human girl and went through the same motions that she did with the males.

The only difference was that Takara found many things that she loved in appearance in the girl's apartment. There had been a beautiful yet somewhat revealing seductive purple dress that Takara took and immediately dressed herself in. She then went through the girl's jewelry taking many rings and a pair of ear rings most with black or purple stones in them. Other then that Takara had taken a pair of high heels and then slept in the bed of the girl while she lay passed out on the floor. Takara had awaken the following morning and left the apartment to make her way for a café.

When she got to the café she had thought over ways that she might be able to find other Mod Souls in a faster manner then traveling on foot in hopes of finding them. That was when she had felt another reiatsu signature in the café and upon looking around saw a face that she had seen throughout Japan. She had seen his face on buses, park benches, bill boards and posters all over the country. Kazura had extended an invitation over to his own table and Takara walked over feeling that there was no reason not too.

The two of them had then spoke to one another going through a few basic things about one another. Eventually the two of them had settled with working with one another. Takara had agreed to work as an employee in his company so long as she could use his resources to find other Mod Souls around the world. The two of them had agreed and Takara had filled out the application for the employment which was accepted immediately. The two of them then left the café after finishing their cups of tea.

It was a few days later when they got back to Karakura town and Takara had been shown the large skyscraper of a building. After seeing the building Takara was brought to an apartment that Kazura had told her was now for her use. Takara had thanked him and after resting throughout the night had gone to the main building again. It was a few hours later that Kazura had called her from the new phone he had given her and told her to meet him in a special room below the ground levels. When she got there Kazura told her that she had to be put through some evaluation like all new hires just so Kazura would know her strengths.

Takara had participated in the testing and from what she gathered scored very high due to the fact that everything Kazura threw at her was dealt with almost perfectly. He had tried attacking with multiple directions on his side which had proven ineffective. He had attempted using stealth and sudden strikes through the use of a step technique which had been dealt with as well. He had then utilized his gravitational pressure in hopes that he would be able to keep Takara from evaluating his next attack appropriately. That had been the one that Takara had dealt with and saved herself yet at the cost of dislocating her own arm.

After that it seemed that Kazura still didn't have a faithful outlook on Takara. She didn't really know whether it was towards her personality or when pertaining her connection to the Omega Arsenal. One way or another it led to him issuing a spar between Takara and another Mod Soul that was a member of UE. The Mod Soul turned out to be a boy by the name of Jem. In all truth though the spar and the individual weren't all that entertaining. She didn't know what it was, but the two of them personality just seemed to clash and from that Takara had a brief falter in her goal to look over her race.

It had only been brief though and after that she had regained her composure and faith that she was the one that could protect the remaining Mod Souls. It was mainly her fault that so many of them were now gone and she had to do everything she could to protect them. Right now though she was out wondering Karakura retracing her steps since she had awoken. There were a multitude of places that she could remember easily that reminded her of something important or stand alone.

Takara realized that now as she had been thinking over everything that had happened to her since she had awakened that she had actually already arrived at the mall. The place where her current plan was set to take place. This one this day was hopefully going to be very interesting. She had something special planned out for the day that involved the other employees of Uzaki. The most interesting though would be without a doubt how everything unfolded by the time the light faded.

"Such a dark, secluded and forgotten place this mall is now. The perfect place to truly find their worth." Spoke the black haired beauty of Uzaki Enterprises. The long flowing hair of the Mod Soul hung down to her hips as she starred at her phone with an expression of boredom. She had been bored due to a lack of activity over the last few weeks and had decided that if Kazura had nothing for her to do and no news on the whereabouts of more of her people then she was going to have some fun and do some research at the same time.

The subject of her research this time though just happened to be where she sat in terms of power in Uzaki at the current moment. She had gone into one of the main computers of the company and looked over all of the spiritual employees. She found some reasonable employees that as far as she could tell had some impressive feats in their own rights. Things that they had gone through and things that they had been able to accomplish. Many of them weren't in Karakura at the moment though. That left her with only two potential opponents. One of them she knew and had met on several occasions.

At the moment it was just now reaching noon in Karakura and Takara was standing on the third floor of the mall. Two hours ago she had sent two different text messages to the two individuals that she wished to show up to the mall in order for her to test out not only herself, but them as well. She had snatched a different cell phone off of a man that had tried to flirt with her earlier in the morning so that neither would be able to find out who was texting them. Jak was the first one to receive a text from Takara.

"Half Demon boy. I've been watching you for awhile now. If you believe that you truly are strong enough to accomplish anything then it's time to prove it. Meet me at the old abandoned mall in East Karakura." Takara while she had been writing the text actually felt bad for the wording that she felt she had to include in order to make sure that Jak would show up. Every time that she had met him the boy hadn't reacted well to her and it was painful for her.

Takara cared for all of her people even Jak one who wasn't even a pure Mod Soul. An offspring of one of her own that had lost his mother and been left with nothing more than the power that she had once held. It was something that broke her heart to know for she couldn't help, but blame herself for not being there to save his mother. The fact that he constantly seemed to hate her though was painfully as well. She knew that she wasn't anything to him yet to her people she was like a mother and having a child hate you was more painful than anything else possible.

The text was sent to Jak and Takara had confidence that he would be arriving shortly. The other individual was someone that Takara found to be far more dark and dangerous. A member of Uzaki Enterprises by the name of Kitai. From what she could find about him he seemed to have mental problems yet hold immense physical power and a powerful Fullbring. She had been able to pull the number of the cell phone that Kazura provided for him as an employee and send a text message to him just as she did Jak.

"Kitai you have been failing as of late. Many have lost their fear for you. It won't be long now until you have forgotten and someone replaces you. If you truly believe yourself to be powerful then you will meet me in the abandoned mall in East Karakura." Takara hadn't met Kitai yet, but felt that what she wrote might spark a bit of anger in him. She didn't really care how he felt for he was just another human. All she needed him for was practice and nothing else.

So now that both text messages had been sent the Mod Soul in the dark purple dress had been standing in her black high heels on the third floor of the mall awaiting the arrival of them both. She would easily pick up the reiatsu of either of them before they even managed to get into the mall so sneaking up on her would be virtually impossible. She simply was waiting for them and her research to begin. She had nothing better to do while she waited so Takara was on her actual cell phone looking down at the small picture of her plush wolf form with a fond smile.

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[Kitai Yoru]

Down in the depths of the UE building, Jack was toiling away in the labs he had been provided by his 'boss' Kazura. After an unfortunate incident involving one of those filthy Heretics, his fullbring item has suffered a significant amount of damage. This was unacceptable! So, doing what he did best-' 'Killin demons?' -Killing de-GET OUT OF MY NARRATIVE!' Jack sputtered, as his 'sister' interupted his train of thought. "No, YOU GET YE A** BACK TA FIXING 'OWR CANNON!" Jill screeched, causing the mechanic to cringe.

The fullbringer, all three of his personalities stared at the item. In truth, it wasn't all that much to look at. Just a worn out spray-on-cheese can with some modifications so that new liquids could be added, plus new air to keep it working. An impressive feat for most, but not all that useful for, well, anything. The fact that it had a huge gash along its side made even less useful. Kitai interupted the two's bickering. "Jill! Shut the f*** up at let the man work!" He said, coming to the defence of his more prideful counterpart.

A warmth started to fill up in Jack's pit of a heart. "Kitai... than-" "Fixing s*** and shooting people is the only things he's good for, and if he can't fix this, THEN WE HAVE A PROBLEM!" And like that, the warmth was swallowed by the pit of pride and envy that made up his existence. Glaring down at the his weapon, he ignored the babbling of the apes he lived with, and began the process of welding up the fissure in his cheese cannon. He said aloud, knowing that the two buffoons wouldn't dare interrupt him while he was doing such delicate work, grinning in smug satisfaction.

And it was true. As Jack talked, the lust and the wrath could only sit by, listening on as Jack yammered on, and on, about his work, how they were insufferable twats, and about anything that crossed him mind. His voice was painful to listen to. Not because it was in an annoying tone, but simply how much self importance he used in his tone. It was grating, because you couldn't NOT pay attention to it, since he changed the pitch of his voice consistently. This went on for a whole twenty minutes, as the two forced themselves not to interrupt him as he repaired their weapon.

And the moment he finished, in the instance he uttered the f in finish, Kitai dragged him to the back of his mind to wail on him. And as their battle raged on, Jill get free reine of the body. Taking a moment to adjust herself, she ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it out of her face, revealing hot pink eyes, as her hair was stuffed under her hat. Her smile warped into something between a predatory grin, and a hateful sneer. She picked up the weapon, appraising it for all its worth. She was never a fan of the gun, and all its incarnations. She much prefered the mighty sword for all its glory.

The sword was for when you wanted to be personal with your foes, to see the emotions fly across their face, to see the fear dance in their eyes as you cut into their flesh, to test their soul and their body. Her slight rant started to turn her on, just like anything that passed through her mind. She needed something to do, someONE to do, as she prodded around their insides with her long, wet blade. Which one she was talking about was completely dependant on her mood. Sometimes she'd use both, when Kitai was distracted with walliping Jack.

So, as when she received a text, clearly trying to piss her off, she didn't even think, as she stuffed her recently fixed weapon into her left straight jacket sleeve, and rushed off to where the location lead her to. She jumped from building to building, the lust prepared herself. She was on the building next to the mall, a good few thousand feet away. She could feel a strong presence inside, with another approaching quickly. While Kitai loved to gorge himself with battle and the bodies of the dead, Jill burned for combat. Her body burned with an itch that could not be sated, bathing herself with the fluids of the dying.

"Kukuku, ready or not, I'm coming~." She said to herself, perverse pleasure dripping off her tones, as she squatted down. The building underneath her shuttered, as the albino launched into the air, roughly half a mile over the mall, and directly above the presence. Clapping her hands above her head, Jill created a shockwave, that nearly blew off her hat. She flew down, feet planted below her, intent on crushing the creature who dare make her come so far to get her prize.

If the presence manages to dodge, Jill might consider hearing them out, if only so she could work herself up even further, making his lust for battle stronger than Kitai's hunger. If the presence didn't dodge... well, the'd either be dead, or about to be. In either instance, the fullbringer would not immediately make a follow up attack. Once the shockwaves stopped, Jill would find herself on the bottom floor of the mall, surrounded by dust, rubble, a crater around her, and more rubble falling on her. She simply raised her arm and flexed to block the debris. "Honey, I'm home! Come give mama a kiss on the tip!"

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{stats and love~}
Strength - [400] Points (+100% = 800)
Speed - [400] Points (+50% = 600)
Spiritual Pressure - [150] Points (-50%=75)
Reiatsu Strength - [150] Points (-50%=75)
Light Aura - [0] Points
Dark Aura - [100] Points
Instinct - [150] Points
Senses [50] Points
Energy sensory - [100] Points
Healing Expertise - [0] Points

[Crafting/Forging] {2}
[strength of will] {3}
[Weapons-firearms] {1}
[Martial arts: drunken fist] {2}
[anti-stealth] {2}
[stealth] {1}
[acting] {2}
[pain Tolerance] {2}
[Weapons-swords] {1}

[Jak Halcom]

Jak sat meditating in an abandoned green house. The green house was still structurally sound, for the time being, but the plant life has grown out of control. The green house was located in the southern part of Karakura Town which allowed the plants to get some more sun, and enjoy some warmer weather. But there was something odd about the plants in this particular green house. Sure they were larger and out of control compared to other green house variety plants, but some of them had interesting mutations. These mutations have accrued from the plants absorbing, and feeding off the reiatsu of demons, or two in particular, himself and his father. 

Jak sat in the center of the decrepit green house; on a large stump where a mighty tree once stood. He sat cross legged with his sandals and vest off. His vest was folded neatly on the ground next to him with his cell phone on top of it. He held his blood red eyes shut taking slow deep breaths. His tanned skin glistened with sweat over his large muscles. Some of Jak's black hair stuck to his forehead and neck, but the wild mess of hair managed to stay the same as ever. His right arm was pulsating slightly, as he meditated. It would start at it's normal deep red color, then glow brighter for a second before fading again. The chains that snake up his arm rattled gently with each subtle movement.

His cell phone buzzed breaking his concentration. He opened his eyes once he reached for it. He flipped it open to see that he got a text from a number that he did not recognize. He went to delete it, since he just flat out ignored calls and texts from people he doesn't know, but something nagged at him this time. Something compelled him to read this text. He shrugged and opened it hoping that it wasn't someone trying to scam him. "Half Demon boy. I've been watching you for awhile now. If you believe that you truly are strong enough to accomplish anything then it's time to prove it. Meet me at the old abandoned mall in East Karakura."

Jak had not spent a whole lot of time training with his father, but he was quickly catching on that he should not just run off and accept any and all challengers. Especially, if they knew that he was a half demon. Jak was not really secretive about his demon heritage. He knew, from another nakkibakki like him, that there was a way to hide his chains to make them more inconspicuous. Jak was far beyond the point of caring if people knew that he was half demon, or just thought that he was a freak because of his right arm. He read the text a few more times trying to see if there was some way of finding out who sent the text. He was no tech-forensic investigator, so it was beyond him.

Regardless, he got up and pocketed the phone. He slipped his sandals back on his feet, and put his vest over his torso. He decided that he will face this challenge. The only way to get stronger is to fight. He made his way up through Karakura town to the east looking for the abandoned mall that the text referred too. He made it to the east side fairly quickly and crossed his arms wishing that an address was added with the text. It would turn out that he would not really need an address. A huge crash could be heard and dust and debries seen from a large building's roof top. He could easily make the assumption that that was the location he needed, and that he was not going in alone. 

He made his way though a broken window trying his best to be a little sneaky. He just didn't want to be seen right off. He had no idea if the person who sent that message was setting up a trap for him. Even if he or she was, he was going to make sure that they would pay if that was the case. He made his way to the second floor looking down to at the ground floor seeing who crashed down through the roof. When he landed, he created a large crater in the ground. Jak made a note about that, as he eyed the man from above. His crimson eyes scanned the rest of the mall trying to find the other one. Judging by the crater and the hole in the roof. The man below him wasn't the one that texted him.

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{Spoiler - Stats and Skills}
Strength - 300 + 25% = 375 Points

Speed - 200 Points

Spiritual Pressure - 225 - 25% = 169 Points

Reiatsu Strength - 200 + 25% = 250 Points

Light Aura - 50 Points

Dark Aura - 50 Points

Instinct - 140 - 25% = 105 Points

Senses - 85 Points

Energy sensory - 50 + 25% = 63 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points

Skills:

Street Fighting 2

Sword 1

Bleeding Resistance 2

Strength of Will 1

Pain Tolerance 2

Heat Resistance 1

Damage Recovery 1

Weapon Skill (Chain) 2

[Takara Takeda]

Standing there on the third floor of the mall Takara picked up the reiatsu of two entities. The first one that she sensed she could feel that it was clouded in darkness. There were so many different things that this reiatsu had to it that Takara for once was actually having a difficult time finding out what kind of individual it belonged too. In fact this was a first for even the blood thirsty crazed hollows that still clung to humanity weren't this difficult to understand and get a read on. So whatever or whoever this was they were indeed something research worthy.

As the source of the reiatsu got closer Takara began to drive into the soul of the individual. What she found though wasn't only surprising, but also simply disappointing and rather cruel. This entity was Kitai she knew that much now and she could feel what seemed to be differences between himself. It was similar to a hollow that had recently eaten yet far more potent and she could feel it within him like he was experiencing a multiple of emotions all at the same time. Going throughout his memories the best that she could Takara started to find some sources that would be of use to her if he decided to stay and fight.

Takara found some memories of the man that gave her nothing more to work with then the fact that this one individual was in fact rather crazy. However, at the same time he seemed to be socially handicapped. He didn't understand why people feared him the majority of the time and she could sense some loneliness inside of his soul. This would not sway her though as she could sense that he was getting closer and closer to the section of the mall that she was currently located in. He would be arriving shortly and she could tell that he would be arriving from the roof.

While she sensed all of that though she also picked up the reiatsu of the familiar individual by the name of Jak. It seemed that he too had been swayed by the text that she had sent his way. It was well and good that she had made sure that he wouldn't have been able to tell that she was the one that had sent the text message it seemed. In truth she wasn't sure if that had made a difference or if he would have arrived even knowing it was her. However, with the emotions and actions that he had shown to her in the past she doubted that he would have come.

Jak though she could sense was already inside of the mall and one the second floor from what she could tell. He was moving towards the location. She couldn't tell if he has been practicing and had learned how to sense out the reiatsu of others like she could or if this was just blind luck that the both of them were coming towards her. Nevertheless though Kitai seemed to know of her location by some unknown means and had it in his mind to attack her right off the bat. The royal eyes of the dark haired Mod Soul raised upwards as he descended downwards through the roof.

The roof of the mall was crushed and Takara was left without really any other course of action. She had to move from her location which was enough to already set her in a bad mood. Focusing her reiatsu the Mod Soul stepped off the ground utilizing Caelumintro she was gone before Kitai nor any of the rumble that he had just created to reach the third floor. When Kitai and some of the ruble fell on the floor he would have nothing around him for Takara was gone. She had moved with caution, but now was in a aggravated mind set.

"That's no way to greet someone Kitai. It's very disrespectful to strike someone prior to even introducing yourself. I would have thought that Kazura would have beaten manners into you however it seems I put to much faith into that man." She spoke towards Kitai as Jak looked around. The young half demon would be able to look up and see Takara on the other side of the overview on the third floor. There was only about ten feet between her and Kitai filled with rails and open space that showed the below floors.

Takara gazed down at Jak her eyes stern from staring across at Kitai with judgment. However, they visibly softened towards Jak for a few moments. Whether he believed her or not he was welcome to be here with her and she cared about him. "It's good to see you Jak. I'm glad you came. Now after doing some research on the both of you it seems that things as of late haven't been going very well." She raised her gaze back up to stare at Kitai. "Both of you have been inefficient as of late. I'm here to test whether you still have what it takes to be effective or if you can't even keep yourselves safe in real situations anymore."

"I'm the one that brought you both here so that you may prove that you still have what it takes or if you need to be trained further before you're sent on anything serious assignment wise." Takara wasn't sure how either of them were going to take virtually being talk down to by her. Jak of course wouldn't respond well and she knew that, but there really wasn't anything she could do to prevent it. Kitai she wasn't sure about though. "All of us will be trying the best that we can to wound each other until only one of us is left able to fight. My the odds be ever in your favor Gentleman."

Remaining Reiatsu: 2230/2290
Caelumintro: {-60}

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{Stats & Skills}
Strength: 50 (38)
Speed: 100 (75)
Spiritual Pressure: 229
Reiatsu Strength: 50
Light Aura: 50
Dark Aura: 50
Instincts: 286 (572)
Senses: 150 (300)
Energy Sensory: 235 (470)
Healing Expertise: 0

Acting: 1
Focused Eye: 2
Battle Focus: 2
War Strategy: 2
Anti-Stealth: 2
Battle Analysis: 2
Charisma/Leadership: 2
Mathematical Implication: 2

[Kitai Yoru]

"Ku, I missed~." Jill mumbled, as she leapt back up to the third floor, making as graceful a landing as a drunk could. Not that she was at the moment, that was Jack's thing. She prefered to remember who she f***ed. Like this little treat, wrapped in next to nothing at all. Jill was standing on the other side of the f*** hole she plowed through on her first entry, leaving a hole too big for any others after her. She grinned in perverse pleasure. Drinking in the fine flavor her eyes were presenting her with, she checked her 'host' out with a disturbing amount of interest.

The woman was short, or at least nowhere near Jill's impressive stature of seven one. The chick had long black hair that flowed down to her waist. If she was Jack, she might have been envious that her hair stayed straight. Her own hair was a bone white, with ivory tips on a few locks, matching the woman's hair in length. It also appeared that the beauty in front of her wore a fine dress that, sadly, didn't show enough cleavage. She was glaring at the fullbringer, but she didn't know why. It wasn't her fault that this chick tried to blue-ball her.

"Still watin for 'hat kiss suga~. Kukukuku~." She said seductively. And then the woman before her began to talk. Her second least favorite thing the female did, almost breaking her perverted grin. So she began to tune her out, as she activated her x ray contact lenses. 'Best, investment, eva.' She thought to herself, forgetting about Jack and Kitai for a few minutes. Her figure was divine, with more curves than a racetrack, and legs that went on for days. A shame she didn't shave though.

The monumental effort it took to force herself to look deeper into her body was not something she'd normally put herself through, but she wanted to check something. Squinting her eyes a touch, she eyed a green pill that rested in the center of her being: smack dab in the middle if her tits. Oh, once she got her hands on'WHAT THE F*** DID SHE SAY ABOUT ME!?' And like that, in Jill's boob fantasy, she was forced to the background of their mind, as Kitai took over. She was about to rush him to try and take over again, when she was kicked down by Jack.

Kitai, unlike Jill, had started paying attention the moment he heard his name, something he was sure only Kazura knew, since he only handed out fake names to everyone else. The fact that this no-named whore knew his name pissed him off. But he couldn't attack her. Not if it wanted to call it self defense. Not that he could since Jill came crashing in, but that could be labeled as coincidence. And the way this chick began reprimanding him like she was his boss! KITAI'S BOSS DIDN'T YELL AT HIM FOR S***! He crashed a plane into a hollow that he didn't even know was there and he didn't get yelled at for it!

Oh, and there was some guy on the floor below them. He glanced over to him at the same time she did. His delusional mind showed the man as a paper cut out, dancing about with a huge cartoony grin, before showing him the real thing. The man wasn't much, although he certainly stood out. The male was dark-skinned with silver-white hair and showed more cleavage that this b**** across from him. He appeared to be wearing some sort of chinese garb, looking like he was a martial artist. Probably a wannabe street rat like Kitai used to be, but with FAR less style.

His x ray contacts were still active, at the higher setting so he only got to see the flesh and bone, as saw chains going through his right arm. Looking deeper, he saw only his bone, and that black chain. It was wrapping through, and around the bones in his arm. Something he doubted was pleasant. Kitai had actually seen something similar a few months back, before he had joined Kazura's merry band of misfits. This man was a sinner, and something less than human. Kitai glared down at the thing standing below him, both on a literal, and metaphorical level. His glare, however, did not break his smile.

Returning his attention back to the 'woman', he listened to her once more, letting his wrath and hate bubble just underneath the surface, just below his smiling facade that still brought so much fear to both monsters, and his fellow man. He let her finish before he decided to speak. "Oh I'm terribly sorry about that, I wasn't aware that you were standing there." He said in a jolly tone, with a smile to match. "Or, at least I would be if there was anything actually in that stolen body of yours." His voice did a 180, switching to something cold and unfeeling.

"I don't know who the heck you are, robot, but you have SO many things wrong about me!" His tone was sickly sweet. He shifted his hat around, so that his hair flopped back down to cover his now crimson eyes. "Like first, Kazura doesn't pay me to be nice to unliving monstrosities like yourself and the Hellspawn over there, even if you DO, work for him." His one eye could still be seen from behind his hair. He was glaring at her with a black gaze, and a demented smile.

His tone wasn't even. It was shifting between sweet, and cold, and his face remained the same. "And secondly!" His voice was raised, pausing for dramatic effect. "...What's RUDE, is getting information on a man, before you've introduced yourself, you soulless machine. HeheheAHAHA!" He finished his rant with dark laughter, as he pointed his finger at the mod soul, finger barley raised from his waist. He wanted her mad, angry, enraged! He wanted to drag her down to his level and leave her in that pit of a home he called misery.

The man across the mall, on the second floor? He wasn't going to be as lucky. From what little he had heard about mod souls, was that their entire being was in that green pill he'd seen just now. The rest was expendable, and he'd make sure that the pill was safe. But only that. That thing over there though was going to suffer for whatever crimes he'd caused to get those chains. He wasn't quite sure if he actually worked for that twit Kazura, but if he did, then Kitai's already low opinion of the man just went even down even farther. Still, that meant that he couldn't kill or maim the b*****ed. Oh how he hated the sinner for that.

So he would wait for either one of them to attack. This was going to be tricky. He clearly wasn't making friends, so he could assume that this would turn into a two vs one real quick. His low reserves were going to force him on the defensive. 'Kill them...' He needed to survive this encounter, so he might have to-'Murder!'-in order to flee and live. Cowards-'ALL MUST DIE'-live to see another day. So he waited to see what they did. He gripped his'WEAPONS!'-fullbring items, and prepared himself for-'BATTLE!'

[Jak Halcom]

Jak was looking at the figure that was currently below him before a more familiar presence could be felt. It seemed that the man on the ground floor noticed the presence fully before Jak did, for he had leaped straight up to the third floor passing Jak on the way. Jak was able to fallow the man's movements, and fallowed his eyes to a woman standing opposite him. Jak's eyes narrowed when he saw Takara standing over him. He should have known that she would have been the one behind all of this. He thought clenching his fists tightly. Of all the people that he knew, from Quincy to shinigami to other nakkibakki, it had to be Takara the "mod soul queen".

It wasn't like she had wronged Jak in any way. Out of most people that he had met, she might have been the one that cared for him the most in some regard. She always at least acted like she took an interest in his well being, if for nothing else but because he was part mod soul if nothing else. Then why would one ask that he felt such contempt for her? Well it was pretty simple. It was her attitude. She always had the attitude of someone who expected him to see her as an authority above him. He could care less about if the claim was actually true or not. He was naturally more rebellious, but Takara went the extra mile by trying to put him under her authority without any reason for him to fallow her. There was nothing more he hated than people expecting him to fallow them for arbitrary reasons. 

"That's no way to greet someone Kitai. It's very disrespectful to strike someone prior to even introducing yourself. I would have thought that Kazura would have beaten manners into you however it seems I put to much faith into that man." It seems that Takara had also summoned this one as well. For what reason did she want both of them? She watched as she turned her as on him. "It's good to see you Jak. I'm glad you came. Now after doing some research on the both of you it seems that things as of late haven't been going very well. Both of you have been inefficient as of late. I'm here to test whether you still have what it takes to be effective or if you can't even keep yourselves safe in real situations anymore."


Jak glared darkly at her. There she goes again acting like she knew everything about him. "Hey I have been going through my own crap. So make sure you get everything right before you go off running you accusations!" Jak shouted up at her. He was not going to take being talked down to by her of all people. If he was under performing as an employee of the UE, then Kazura can bring it up with him. Jak had been going through his own trials the last several weeks. So what if he had not been doing much actual work, not including anything that he had been doing in the flower shop. It seemed that her comments were not just upsetting him.

"Like first, Kazura doesn't pay me to be nice to unliving monstrosities like yourself and the Hellspawn over there, even if you DO, work for him." Jak turned his glare to the man. It seemed that he knew that he was of akki blood. If he had a problem with his heritage, then he can jump off the nearest cliff with a rock tied to his head. Jak didn't care what anyone said or thought about him. He knew who and what he was, and nothing was going to change that. Still, there was something about the way that he said it that made Jak uneasy. He listened to him continue to taunt Takara. He was starting to get pissed off now. He didn't like this man and his attitude. 

"Hey asshole!" He shouted up at the man pulling his right fist back. The chains on his arms clanking slightly with the motion. "If you are itching for a fight, then I will be happy to oblige you." Heat and energy was gathering into his right arm. His red arm was glowing brighter and hotter. He punched forward obviously not going to reach the man. Hell-Fire Punch! The force of the punch would travel quickly to the man. If he remained where he was, he would get hit with an exposition equal to Jak in physical strength. If he decided to move from that position. The force would continue past him current position and explode against the wall or roof above them. 

Hell-Fire Punch - 200 1490/1690

[Takara Takeda]

Takara continued to stand in her position that allowed her to both see Kitai and Jak. Her right hand was on her hip and her legs slanted to the side in a relaxing position. She had just finished speaking and stating that she had been the individual that sent the texts to both of them. She also explained why she had taken the time to text both of them. As that was happening though her attention had been diverted by the souls of the two individuals that had arrived.

She could sense the emotions that both of them were feeling as she spoke simply due to how potent they were at the moment. She had already been able to sense that both of them were prone to aggression. However, Jak was more frustration based while Kitai simply felt like he was split and divided to the point that he was crazy. She could sense lust from Kitai at first. Lust that continued to grow to the point that was compared to those men she had first started to rob in order to get money. It seemed that Kitai was completely focused on her body and not why he had been instructed to come here.

The lust though subsided in an instant and was replaced by white hot rage. It was quite something that Takara hadn't ever sensed before. Like he had instantly become an entirely different person. Jak by that same time felt like he was angry as he always did and Takara finished speaking and was ready to receive the blunt of both of their powers. This was as much a test of her own abilities as it was to see if either of them truly could withstand a battle anymore. However, both of them decided to speak to her first and voice their opinions.

Jak spoke first and as he did Takara wished that she could allow his troubles to make up for his faults. However, if she allowed him to simply get a pass of failing because of what he was then he would never grow strong enough to realize who he was. He would never grow strong enough to gain a true sense of self that set him apart from everyone else. He would also never be strong enough to defend himself against a real threat and making sure he could was worth causing him to hate her even if it would break her heart.

That was when Kitai started to speak and it seemed that he could at least tell that she was a Mod Soul. How he spoke to her was disrespectful though and insulting as he believed that the body she was inhabiting wasn't her own. It was a simply gigai that she had come to possess and make reflect how she saw herself. If anything what he saw was her and no one else. Takara stayed calm while he continued to speak constantly laughing in his manic and crazy way. He was rather annoying and she was questioning why Kazura even allowed a loose individual such as this to live.

"Allow me to enlighten you worm. Firstly my name is Takeda Takara. Unlike the whelp Kazura who stands idly by allowing employees to make a mockery of UE I am tired of it. Whether you're kind or nice to those that you view as monsters makes no difference when you're worthless little worm. You and that boy down there are the same. That Quincy made both of you look like nothing, but worms crawling around in the dirt for survival. Which brings me to my final point. DON'T EVER DISRESPECT ONE OF MY PEOPLE YOU PATHETIC LITTLE INSECT!" Takara screamed at Kitai after his remark against Jak for being a half demon.

Takara could deal with others insulting herself though she in all honestly felt the need to slice him open and watch as he stared in horror at his death. However, she could never contain her rage when someone insulted or harmed another Mod Soul. No one could really blame her though if they could see it through her eyes. Why would anyone stand idly by and have no reaction as another individual mocked or harmed someone that was like a child to them. No parent would do such a thing without a logical reason and this time there was none. Jak might hate Takara and she knew that, but it mattered not and this was turning into an event that Kitai might not survive now.

Takara was going to call on the Omega Arsenal connecting herself to it in order to material a weapon that she hadn't yet deemed necessary in order to wipe Kitai from that which one would call life. However, as she connected to the Omega Arsenal she sensed a spike in Jak's reiatsu. At the same time he spoke and fire engulfed his right arm. She would watch for this first exchange in order to see how much power he had been able to claim by himself. She would enter into this battle soon enough and she was ready to harm the both of them even while she suppressed anger and sorrow.

[Kitai Yoru]

Kitai just stared at the mod soul blankly for a moment, coming the closest to loosing his grinning facade in months. But he didn't. In fact, it returned full force, coming back even stronger than it had before, the smile actually starting to split his face, drawing blood at the corners of his lips. "Kukuahhahahahaha, YHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!" He laughed, switching personalities yet again. This time nothing but pride and envy were the only things that consisted his his heart, feeding off each other to create an endless loop of unending hatred. His hate reflected in his glare, as he looked upon the pure mod soul with a glare as cold as steel.

"He ran his right hand through his hair, as the man revealed his true beauty to the world, while simultaneously skipping backwards, avoiding the fireball from the Hellspawn version of Captain Falcon. He narrated aloud, grinning a smug grin to the poorly dressed twit.... and the half breed! KYAHAHAHAAH!" He laughed, insulting them both. This woman really talked too much. He did too, but at least he didn't give away anything about himself other than the fact that he wasn't content to have a single mind or soul.

His arctic gray eyes continued to focus on the mod soul, grinning at her with a horrifically smug and prideful smile. "Oh, if only you were human. He said, faking a rueful tone. Then maybe your meaningless babble would actually reach my ears!" He looked deranged, easily a dozen times worse than his previous two persona's. This one lived for nothing but to throw others down so he could stand at the top. Just so he could continue kicking others down off. He embodied the full inky black hate their soul held, and relished in it.

He tilted his head to the left. "I mean, how is a sinner one of your kin? He asks, pretending to sound curious, but his mocking tone overshadowed it.Unless, of course, you left your chains back at home, and with how sluttish you dress, I can see that happening! He laughed at her again, raising his left arm towards the fire-spitter.[/i]" His face didn't lose any of its pride, as he took aim at the half breed, as he stared on ahead at Takala, not taking his eyes off the greater threat towards his continued existence.

"With a flare of reiatsu, a cannon erupted from the pride's left sleeve, pointing right at the unwanted annoyance. Shoo, you sorry excuse for a Bas**rd child. He fired." And indeed he did. The rocket launcher went two feet past his hand, completely filling up his sleeve, making it look like the fullbringer's arm simply transformed. In reality, he merely transformed the old can of spray-cheese into a weapon of his choice. The 'rocket' however, wasn't your typical rocket. No, this rocket was made entirely of burning liquid cheese.

It held a strength of 750, and was flying at a speed of 650. One hit of this would certainly not be pleasant. More than likely collapsing the floor he stood on, much like how he destroyed the wall that Jack had been standing beside, sending the debris of the roof falling on his old position. " If this thing wanted to try and scratch a being as magnificent as he? Fine. Then he could fully handle the consequences that came with the grievance he committed. Maybe he'd rip him apart, limb from limb in front of this whore just to spite her. Then she could see what a real insect looks like. Something that can be killed be even toddlers."

He said that out loud, staring right into Takara's eyes, not glaring, just staring, grinning in an overly sweet, just still smug way, that would scare off even the most hardened of soldiers, with how much of a murder he looked. Light didn't reflect off his eye. There was no glint of joy, or perverse pleasure that Kitai or Jill had. Only a dark pit that the windows to the soul shouldn't have. There was nothing this thing wanted to do more at this moment, than to bring the mod soul misery. Why? Who cared. He wanted it, and he'd have it.

Main fullbring: 200
Remaining reiatsu: 550/750

[Jak Halcom]

Jak was suprised when it seemed that another personality had taken over the man. Just how many different people are in his head? Jak watched as he was able to dodge the Hell-Fire Punch and the explosion destroyed a section of the ceiling behind them. The derbies crashed to the ground kicking up some dust. Jak didn't pay any attention to that. He was just regretting that he wasn't in that rubble. The personality that was in control now was more annoying that the last one. The last one Just pissed Jak off. This one was more full of himself than Jak was. Jak still didn't really know what he was up against so he would need to be cautious. 

Jak sensed the failure feeling of a release being activated. Jak tensed waiting for whatever changer were to happen. Honestly he was expecting more, but then again a large cannon was nothing to sneeze at. The man would seem to talk out loud describing whatever it was that he was doing. "With a flare of reiatsu, a cannon erupted from the pride's left sleeve, pointing right at the unwanted annoyance. Shoo, you sorry excuse for a Bas**rd child. He fired." Jak knew that he was pretty powerful, he watching the cannon anticipating anything that would come out. He was taking slightly off guard what a lump of cheese came flying out of the cannon. 

Jak was not going to wait and see what that would do to him if it hit. He used basic movement to quickly evade the attack letting splash down on the floor. Wall crash into the ground would be a more accurate description. He kept his body tensed as he looked from the pool of cheese to the man above him. He wanted to wait to see what Takara would do. As much as she annoyed him, he knew that she would not hesitate to jump to his defense. He had to admit, it was nice to have someone come to his defense for a change. He had been fighting his battles alone for so long. He never really knew what it was like to fight with another person. 

[Takara Takeda]

Standing there at a higher point in the mall than either Kitai or Jak was the only female present in this small gathering of UE. The thing about all of this so far was that Takara didn't really understand what was provoking the two males into fighting each other. At the moment Kitai was smiling to the point that Takara could actually see the corners of his lips crack and begin to bleed. "Such a disgusting worm." At that point Kitai began to laugh once again and she could sense hatred pulsing throughout his soul along with nothing more than pride in himself. As time continued to pass the only thing that became more and more clear was that Kitai was unstable and Takara couldn't understand why Kazura allowed him into UE.

It was as clear as day though that Kitai held intense hatred for Takara more so than Jak. While it was true that at the moment he was insulting the both of them and targeting Jak more so than herself the glare in his eyes told her all she needed to know. If it came to it she'd be ready to screw this lunatic to protect Jak and herself. Kazura would just have to understand that Kitai is crazy and she had no other option. That was when Jak charged at Kitai something that Takara was actually surprised about. She had been expecting both Kitai and Jak to work together somewhat upon arriving here so that the both of them could try to defeat her. It make the most logic based on their personalities. Neither of them liked taking commands or being talked down to due to their pride and she had done both of which to get them to fight.

So now as Jak charged Kitai she sensed his reiatsu swell into and through his arm. It was a technique that caused fire to engulf his arm one that she hadn't seen him use in the past. It wasn't an ability that Mod Souls possessed nor was it the ability that he had inherited from his mother. Which meant it was something from his father and linked to Hell itself. Takara didn't know whether or not she actually approved of the fact that Jak apparently had learned some things about his demonic heritage. However, it was his choice to do so and she could only hope that he'd give as much attention to his Mod Soul heritage as well. There were many things that Jak could learn about himself and use in battle things that could aid him to never lose again.

Takara stood there at her vantage point though watching the battle between Kitai and Jak begin. Punching the air itself Jak executed his technique that he announced to be the Hell-Fire Punch. It caused a decent sized ball of fire to be sent flying towards Kitai. Takara coudl sense that Jak hadn't been slacking off and had increased his ability to output reiatsu. It wasn't a massive change, but nonetheless he was trying which was all she could ask of him. Sadly though Kitai was impressively fast to the point that evading backwards from the attack was simple. Kitai kept his eyes locked on her as he evaded the fireball and then ran his hands through his hair and spoke out against the both of them. He was getting even more annoying now.

Arrogance and pride along with hate was all that made up Kitai at this point. She picked up easily though that this side of him couldn't speak normally and had to announce whatever he was doing as if he was narrating his own actions. That in and of itself was going to be a weakness whether the pride allowed him to realize it was a different matter. Her patience was going to be in need of repair after this though for she was starting to get for to provoked. Kitai continued to dish out his insults towards her mainly how she dressed. Calling it "Slutty" wasn't something that she felt was something for him to have any say in. "Better than those rags you cling to yourself worm." She spoke looking down at him just as he laughed and started to move his left hand.

As that happened Takara connected with the Omega Arsenal ready to finish this here and now. That Quincy had been able to defeat both of them and could be a problem for UE in the future. The only way to make sure that he and anyone near his power couldn't bring down her way of finding the rest of her people was to make them all stronger. That was when Kitai began to speak again and almost immediately announced that a cannon would erupt from the left sleeve. Takara's instincts were so fine tuned that along with her ability to sense reiatsu she could sense the fact that Kitai was releasing his Fullbring. He'd already given away that it was a cannon which meant that it was a projectile based. Other than that his left arm was pointed at Jak which meant that he'd be the target.

She wouldn't allow sever harm to come to him even if in the long run it slowed down his progress. She hadn't expected it to come to this. It wasn't how it was suppose to play out. She thought that she could allow some pain and torment to infest Jak to make him stronger, but she was wrong. Never! She couldn't ever allow it to happen. She was being selfish right now and she knew it. It was best to let Jak handle the situation and see how far he had progressed. To watch and make sure that he'd be ready next time. The problem was though that Kitai was crazy there was no way he was holding back and his power from what she could tell was massive in comparison to Jak's own. She couldn't lose him even if he hated her. He was one of the few that were left and allowing pain to come to him was like striking her own child. Something a mother couldn't live with afterwards.

Just as a bazooka was about to be materialized above Takara directed down at Kitai the future Queen of the Mod Souls sensed a small spike in Jak's reiatsu. She was actually surprised yet proud of him that he was already preparing his next course of action in order to evade or counter. She'd have to hold off on her instincts to protect him and allow him to defend himself throughout this like she originally planned. She was worried though as the hunk of yellow cheese went soaring through the air down to the base floor at Jak. He did manage to evade though and then looked up towards her. Takara didn't even realize it, but she was smiling warmly down at him as pride flowed throughout her. However, it vanished a moment later as she directed her eyes at Kitai and her gaze became as cold as steel. In the next instant rifles materialized on each side of her angled down at Kitai and began to fire bullet after bullet directed at the center of his body until ten bullets had been fired in a few moments. Takara would re-angle the rifles mentally if Kitai moved. In order to keep the bullets on point.

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{Rifles}Rifles: Rifles are slightly more meant for range than the handguns and are summoned with an ammo clip of five bullets. The bullets are always fired at a speed of 450 and force of 350. The bullets can travel up to 100 feet until they vanish back into the Arsenal.

Remaining Reiatsu: 2030/2290
Rifles (2x): {-200}

[Kitai Yoru]

Oh the things he could read off this woman. Her utter contempt for humanity, or at least himself. Her love for that spawn that he shot at, no doubt missing its target. A few of the things he picked up, and plenty to work with to really get under her fake skin. He wasn't sure why he enjoyed enraging others. Maybe it was to prove that no one was truly above being dragged down, that no matter how high and mighty one was, he could still throw them down into the mud, be forced to his level. And getting dragged through the mud was definitely not something foreign to him.

Life loved to use Kitai as some kind of chew toy, and he'd been thrown around more times than he could count. His legs still got tingly when it stormed. Stupid Heretics.... Even still, that was then, this is now. And what was happening now, was some chick in a skin-tight dress just pulled two rifles out of her a**. The madman grinned perversely. "Ohh~, I love when a woman knows how ta handle a rifle. Kukuku~." Jill said, as she ran forward and down into the hole she made earlier to avoid the bullets.

As the albino landed, she could hear the sound of breaking rock, a tell-tale sign that those bullets could pierce concrete. Jill wanted to slow down, but the bullets were getting closer. So Miss Takara knew where not-so-little Jill was, hmm? That's be annoying. Well two could play it like that. Jill ran forward, with a floor between the two of them. "And ya do it all fer the sake of 'family'!" She almost sounded annoyed. "If'n ya want a family so bad, I'd be happy ta donate a few rounds!" She sounded crazed while she said that.

Using her special contacts, Jill could see Takara through the floors. Raising her cannon to the ceiling, the Lust shot a round of cheese towards her stunning foe. "BUT I DON'T CUM CHEAP HONEY!" The bullet plowed through the rock and metal like it were paper. She doubted it would hit her though, a girl that savage doesn't go down on the first date. If it did hit her though, it'd probably rip her in two, seeing as the shot had a strength of 750. If it didn't hit, it'd keep flying until it crashed through the ceiling, and eventually crashed back to the earth.

Jill was excited for this battle. They had never fought a mod soul before, and it would undoubtedly be a f***alu of a party. As for 'Jak', Kitai tussled with a demon a few months back in New York. That thing had been crazier than they had, and almost killed them. This demon and that one were clearly different kinds, so all bets were off on what they could both do. 'Who the f*** cares you slut! Just beat there a**es so we can get back to work! That Heretic screwed something up, and it's getting worse!' He yelled at the harlot, shuttering at the increased instability of their soul. Jill scoffed, and began ignoring him in a way that he was unable to do to her.

Fullbring duration: 2/10
Remaining reiatsu: 550/750

[Jak Halcom]

Zegram was not going to let Takara do everything herself. While Takara was distracting the thing with her rifles, Jak put his hands together focusing his reiatsu into the palms of his hands. He knew that this technique would drain him if he used it too much, but he would need to hit this man with everything that he could if he wanted to beat him quickly. Jak watched the man move down into the crater that he made when he entered the abandoned mall. That would make a great target.

When the attack was ready, Jak pushed his hands out releasing all the reiatsu built up in the last couple of seconds. the beam was two and a half feet in diameter speeding to the man very quickly. Jak still hasn't moved from the second floor, so he was firing at a downward angle. The beam of crimson energy would be able to blast through the ground for quite some time even if it missed, so thinking of what it could do to that guy if it hit spread a malicious grin over the young half demons face. 

Spirit Cannon -400 1065/1690

[Takara Takeda]

Takara had connected with the Omega Arsenal as she did that almost immediately she had manifested two rifles from the Omega Arsenal that were positioned on the sides of her body around her mid section. They were angled downwards towards the crazy human known as Kitai. It seemed that the battle had now truly started as she entered into it as well. Up to this point she had been watching Jak and Kitai fight though it had been short lived separately up until now she had gathered some information on the both of them. Kitai was far faster and physically stronger than either of them which meant that it was more than likely his only advantage over either of them.

That was when Kitai decided to make another remark about what was going on in his field of vision. It seemed that he felt the need to speak about how she had been able to materialize the rifles. It didn't matter though. All he seemed to do was speak in ways that could be taken as taunts. If taunting her was Kitai's goal then he'd have to try much harder and be much smarter about it. At this moment as Takara pulled back the triggers of the rifles mentally and the bullets were fired from the barrels downwards towards Kitai. The lunatic charged forwards into the hole that he had created upon arrival.

Takara watched as the albino Fullbringer reached the hole and her bullets punctured through the cement of the flooring. She was changing the angle of her rifles as more bullets were being fired off through the cement down to the floor below her. Kitai was moving fast enough that the bullets would continue to miss him however she knew that he wouldn't be able to keep up such speed forever. The rifles that she materialized from the Omega Arsenal ran out of bullets sooner than later and as they did Takara listened.

Kitai continued to make more mistakes. Speaking while he prepared to attack her from below. However, Takara's energy sensory suddenly picked up something massive. Her left eye moved to the side slightly and she could make out Jak channeling his reiatsu into his hands. She knew that his power as part Mod Soul would allow for something like this that could be dangerous to her if she didn't move. Jak pushed his hands forwards firing off the crimson beam of reiatsu towards Kitai just as the crazy Fullbringer raised his Fullbring upwards. Takara grinned slightly as she concentrated her reiatsu into the soles of her feet and executed
Caelumintro.

The Mod Soul would vanish along with her rifles being sent back to the Omega Arsenal. Kitai's cheese ball would crash through the floors and then the ceiling until it came back down outside of the mall. As for Jak's beam of reiatsu it was on point to strike Kitai so it'd be interesting to sense what was going to happen. It seemed that her idea of facing off against the both of them at the same time was a failure. Kitai was much to unstable to work together with anyone. So she'd have to aid Jak it seemed if he needed it. She couldn't allow him to die.

The beautiful Mod Soul would reappear roughly twenty meters away from where she had been standing. She was now further away from the both of them down farther on the floor that she had been standing on. In fact now she had a better vantage point on the both of them and could make out everything that was going on from the angle of her vision. She decided that for the time being it'd be wise to learn more about both their powers before throwing more of her own their way. So she stood leaning against the metal railing overlooking the battle between the Nakkabakki and the Fullbringer.

Remaining Reiatsu: 1980/2290
Caelumintro: {-50}

[Kitai Yoru]

Kitai wanted to reflect on how this all happened. He wanted to just, look back on it all and see were he went wrong, on what choices he could have made to prevent this day from ever happening. To figure out how his life had become so screwed up, that he was currently employed to an unaging billionair comicbook nerd with a fetish for power and superheros. How that he was now working alongside beings that should be burned and destroyed for their transgressions, their mere existence going against his religious standpoint. Yes, those are the things he would like to do at this moment.

But he couldn't. Because he was too busy, GETTING THE F**K OUT'A DODGE!

Kitai felt the spike of power the hellspawn built up, as he had been trying to take down the sexy android, 'STAY THE F**K OUT OF MY HEAD YOU B**CH!' 'NEVER! KYAHAHAHAHA!', trying to unalive the soulless machine. The mongrel had decided to take aim, and let loose a torrent of burning red energy, intent on ending Kitai's life while he was attacking his dear old mom. So much for sparring. The albino's eyes were as wide, as he hastily moved to avoid the blast, narrowly avoiding the cero-like attack. Or at least most of him did, as he would come to regret in a mere moment.

Do to how loose Kitai's straitjacket was, when the madman moved out of the beams way, it left his clothing in the way, destroying the bottom of his right sleeve, and everything below. And lit it on fire. Kitai's smile fell away instantly at the sight of fire on his person. "WHAT THE F**K!" He yelled out in a panic, as he literally tore the rest of his jacket off, before throwing it as far away as possiable, leaving him with with one less straitjacket. Kitai was now standing in his tucked in white buttoned-up dress shirt, with a thermos in his right hand, and the seemingly mutated metal cannon fused to his left.

Kitai looked on in horror at his burning clothing. He had that jacket for years. It was something he actually cared about. And now some punk a$$ demon, THINKS HE CAN GET AWAY WITH THAT!? His head snapped over towards the doomed Jak. His hair whipped about, revealing his eyes for a moment, showing off the burning fury that they held. He raised his thermos to his mouth, before taking a big swig of its contents, still looking at his foe with the help of his x ray contacts, before swiping it down. The object transformed mid swing, changing into what seemed to be a lightsaber handle, with the dark liquid it held becoming a watery sword.

He pointed his new weapon at the other male, leveling a black glare at him. "When I'm through with you, Hell is going to seem like Heaven to you." He told him. His smile was gone, any signs of mirth were absent, and even his laugh wasn't there. He was livid, and when Kitai was livid, things tended to break. Kitai dashed forward, leaping towards the chained man, almost ignoring the distance due to his extreme strength. He aimed at the man with his cannon, and fired down his third round of cheese directly at him, or if the sinner hadn't been stupid and standing around, whatever ability he had charged up in the time Kitai had used to mourn the loss of his Jacket.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the worst part. Immediately after Kitai fired his first shot, his fullbring began to change. The gunmetal grey of his bazooka began to change color, gaining a vibrant green hue to it. But who cares about that? What was really important was that Kitai fired three more cheesy bullets at him! And these three weren't like the other three he had fired before, oh no. No, those were the ones for the people who could only handle the weak s**t. Every one of these bullets held a strength of 1000, whereas the others had only 750, with all of them still moving at a speed of 650.

What was worse for poor Jak, was that, if he did fire an ability off while Kitai had jumped, it would give the cheese bullets the precious seconds they needed in order to fuse. Once fused, the bullets would no longer have 1000 strength, or 750 strength. Once all four bullets fused, their strength would increase to a staggering 1600, blowing away whatever the inhuman monster had made. On the other hand, if he had been a gentleman about killing Kitai's straitjacket, there would be three cheese balls flying at him. And you may be wondering, 'why three?' Well that part was simple. One would stay behind and guard Kitai from whatever his gracious host decided to dish out.

Yes, now that Kitai has entered his second stage of fullbring, Kitai was now able to control each and every bullet is fired thus far into the battle. So wherever Jak decided to go to, the first cheese bullet would erupt from the ground, ready to strike if the man hadn't bothered to use a movement ability to run, and if he did, the four bullets would fuse before returning to Kitai and fusing with the one he had with him. If Jak was unable to avoid the bullets for whatever reason, and had made the mistake of touching one, he would have a bad time.

For if he did, he would find himself unable to escape, the controlled bullet grabbing onto him and not letting go before all the other bullets he had sent out ganging up on him, burning into his flesh, before returning to Kitai as his new hostage. And let's not forget about the last bullet that landed outside the mall. It would come crashing in, attempting to grab onto Takara much as the others were trying to do to Jak. If it succeeded, good for it, it would get a cookie, as well as bring him Takara, as he would send his other bullet up to completely ensnare the pure blooded mod soul. If not, it'd fuse with the rest of the cheese bullets, giving the entire ball a strength of 2000.

Kitai looked pissed, without his signature smile, and having most of his bulk removed from his appearance due to a lack of bulky clothing. He wasn't sure who to be more mad at, the one who killed one of his favorite pieces of clothing, or the one who set all this crap up, and made him out to look like the fool. or even himself for bothering to go along with the garbage she had been spewing out. Kitai sighed and decided to be pissed at all three. "I'm done playing your games Takara. I'm ending this." He would claim once he landed, sounding more normal than he ever had since he arrived.

Level mother freaking 2 fullbring: 400
Fullbring duration: 1/13
Remaining reiatsu: 50/750