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| anon | Nov 28 2009, 09:07 PM Post #1 |
 
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OOC: Peishin (and others) verus Vista, a Shinigami that became infected with Hollowfication and lost the fight for his soul. Vista's going to break out of the twelfth squad holding pens and Peishin's going to participate in recapturing him. If anyone wants to do this with me, post here. - A man sat on a low cot in an empty white room. He was dressed in white robes, his elbows resting on his knees, his head resting in his hands, and shadow cast from the single light-creeper vine growing along the ceiling obscured his face. A bowl lay upturned on the floor by one wall, below a large red splatter. It almost looked as though the splatter hung in mid-air, attached to nothing, but looking at the scene correctly revealed the truth. Only three walls of the room were white. The fourth was a thick window-wall, and it was against this that the bowl had been thrown. Outside was a short corridor with two doors. The door on his right clicked, then opened upwards. In stepped a man. A shade shorter than six feet tall, he was broad, and thin, a stringy looking fellow with short black hair and a dark goatee. His face was tired, vividly scarred down one side. He carried a sword and wore a black shihakusho, and forced a smile as he approached the man in the cell, though the man didn't look up at him. "Good morning, Abe-san," he said, ignoring the mess on the observation window for now. He added the next even though he knew the answer already; upon arrival this morning he had been given a full and detailed report of the prisoner's behaviour. "How was your night?" "Awful," Abe muttered. "Did you sleep?" "Not a wink. I think... I think I turned into him last night." He had, Peishin knew. Twice. No wonder Abe sounded so exhausted; he'd already fought tooth and nail for his soul twice today, and it would not be surprising if he had to do so again. "I'll see about getting you some stronger drugs," he told the prisoner. Looking again at the liquid dried onto the observation window, he asked, "I see you didn't eat, either." "I had the bread," Abe sighed. "I couldn't help it, I'm starving. It was mushy. I think he stamped on it, but I picked it off the floor and ate it anyway. I tried licking the soup off the window but it was too dry, and I was too tired to stand and pick it off. Damn him. Damn him to hell and back." The he Abe kept referring to was his inner Hollow, a being who announced himself by the name of Vista. After becoming infected with the still-mysterious Hollowfication, Abe had been taken into twelfth squad custody for observation and treatment. Peishin knew that calling it 'treatment' was being generous, as they didn't have a clue how to stop the disease. "I'll have someone bring you some more. Or would you like something else?" "Anything." "More soup, then. Are you in pain?" "Just hungry," Abe moaned. "All right," he said, though Peishin's keen eyes saw blood on the man's right knuckles and began scanning the room. A few moments later he saw streaks of dry blood on the left wall. Evidently Abe/Vista had tried breaking through, again. "I've got to go for now, Abe-san, but someone will be along soon with your breakfast. Make sure and eat it, you need to keep up your strength." Abe mumbled something as Peishin turned away, but he didn't ask him to repeat himself. Peishin didn't need to hear it. Sometimes his job forced him into situations that he didn't like, but he was a professional, and, generous though the word 'treatment' might be for what they were doing to him, it was true that Abe's only chance of survival lay with twelfth squad. Forcing himself to believe that, he left the room to order Abe some breakfast. _ OOC: Ok, Kenji, it's early morning. RP your morning, and we'll have our characters meet in a post or two. Just remember; Kenji won't have a clue about Abe/Vista, as it's a top secret project. |
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| Inferno Tempest | Nov 29 2009, 11:00 PM Post #2 |
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"Hehe...Had a bit to much to drink methinks..." A man of six feet, wearing a shinigami uniform and a white coat with a flame pattern along the edges stumbled out of the doors of a tavern, leaning up against the wall with a whimsical smile on his face. His waist-length hair was a mess, covering not only the left side of his face but now also his right. He brushed that hair off his right side and straightened himself out. "Jesus...Looks like I'm the last one to leave. That ain't good." Yamato Kenji thought aloud with amusement, taking a deep breath of the morning air to try and clear his head. He had attended a drinking party the night before and was the first to show up, and the last to leave. Even the tavern staff had gone to bed before he left. It was now early in the morning and Kenji was only just leaving. He yawned. "Hm, better get to bed. Though I'm not sure if it's a good idea to be walking about drunk and with a sword on me..." he thought, beginning to drunkenly walk a wavy line down the way towards 11th Squad Barracks. |
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Photobucket Characters: Kenji Yamato, 11th Squad 4th seat Dagora Illyanavich, Tercera Espada "Reason exists only for those who cling to it. Now, shall we go to reason's horizon?" ~Sosuke Aizen | |
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| anon | Nov 30 2009, 07:43 PM Post #3 |
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Peishin nodded to the guard. "Hello again, Godo-san." "Peishin-sama," Godo, a large, taciturn man, saluted him. He gestured to the shutter-door. "How is he?" "Not good," Godo said, shifting on his feet. Though big and powerful, though normally emotionless and icy of demeanour, he looked worried. "Gaikotsu-fukutaicho came by after you left and he didn't stop screaming for two hours." That's borderline normal for Gaikotsu, Peishin thought. "You have the report?" The guard handed him a file. Peishin flicked through it, picked up the essential details in the first-page summary, then nodded to him and gestured again to the door. What he'd read had alarmed and disturbed him but that only increased his determination to go inside and speak to the doomed man one last time. "Open it." "Sir," Godo hesitated. "You're sure?" "I'm sure. Open it, please." Godo turned, lifting a toothed key from his pouch-belt. This he slotted into the keyhole he'd been leaning against. He cast a last look to check Peishin's decision before turning the key. The door clanged up into the ceiling. "Peishin-sama," Godo said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You should know. Abe-san, he's... changed. I haven't been inside," he added, seeing Peishin's angry look, "but I saw past Gaikotsu-fukutaicho when he entered and left the cell. And." He shuddered, his big shoulders quaking briefly. "I heard the screaming." "Thank you for your warning, Godo-san," Peishin told him. He stepped inside the cell, waited for the shutter door to drop, then advanced on the observation window. Abe was a huddled shape in the far right corner of the room, naked, shivering, though the cell was kept at a constant, comfortable, sixteen degrees. At the closest right corner of the cell were his clothes. "Abe-san?" he called. There came a soft, low, moan. "Go away." "Abe-san," he paused, hesitating. How stupid would it be to ask him if he was all right? But what else could he say? "Can I get you anything? Anything at all?" "Cure." "What? What did you say?" "Cure," Abe repeated. His voice was hoarse. "I want a cure." Peishin was struck suddenly silent. Of course, he'd told Abe that was why he was here. That was why they were observing him. He'd told Abe that his only hope of survival lay in the investigation of Hollowfication under controlled conditions. And Peishin had told the truth, at least in part; they were observing him to combat the disease, but before a cure could be arrived at the entire process from infection through to death had to be seen and recorded first. Abe would not survive. Nobody had expected him to. But by dying, he might save others. "It's... not ready," he managed to say. "Bring it." "It's not ready," Peishin repeated. "Bring it!" Abe yelled. He got to his feet. White, viscous slime was seeping from his mouth, from his nostrils, from his eyes and from his ears. Some drops fell to the floor, where they hardened immediately, but the majority of the stuff spread across his features and around his head forming an ugly, glaring, skull-like mask. One of Abe's eyes was clouding black as though someone has injected ink into his sclera. "Bring iiiiiit!" Abe screamed. This time his voice had an eerie double quality to it, as if two people were speaking at the same time. He doubled over, reminding Peishin of someone with stomach cramps, and straightened so suddenly that he couldn't help but cringe for Abe's spine. With a loud pop a hole appeared in Abe's chest, ringed with more of the white gunk. Peishin finally realised. This was it. It. Hollowfication in its final stages. He was witness to the most crucial stage of the disease. Abe was about to become either a Vizard or a Hollow, retaining his soul or losing it. He found out which when a cero destroyed the entire complex. The explosion shook the foundations of every building in eleventh, twelfth, and thirteenth squad territories. It tore the underground high-security holding complex out of the ground and scattered its uppermost cells over an eighteen mile radius. Eleven Shinigami died, and thirty two were wounded, though those statistics would not be confirmed for more than twenty four hours. The final, most unfortunate statistic of the disaster, though not of the entire incident, was this: One Shinigami-turned-Hollow escaped the destruction, fleeing the maelstrom into thirteenth squad territory. In one clawed hand it held a zanpakuto, and in its empty soul a keen hunger sharpened its instincts to feed. |
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| Inferno Tempest | Nov 30 2009, 11:38 PM Post #4 |
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Kenji stopped as the building around him shook violently and huge chunks of building landed around him. He used shunpo to avoid on of them and appeared on a roof. "What was that just now? A cero?" he thought. He took off toward the destroyed complex to find out what happened. "That couldn't have been a cero...This is Seireitei...A Hollow would never be able to get in..." He stopped at the ruined site. He spotted a couple bodies in the rubble, and unsheathed his zanpakuto. "Is anyone still alive in there? What the hell is going on?!" he shouted, looking for anyone still alive. Edited by Inferno Tempest, Nov 30 2009, 11:46 PM.
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Photobucket Characters: Kenji Yamato, 11th Squad 4th seat Dagora Illyanavich, Tercera Espada "Reason exists only for those who cling to it. Now, shall we go to reason's horizon?" ~Sosuke Aizen | |
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| anon | Dec 1 2009, 11:41 AM Post #5 |
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Peishin groaned. It felt as if someone had just hit him very hard in the face with a very heavy club. His skin was hot. Dust clogged his throat and lungs, making him cough, which hurt because he didn't have a lot of space in which to move. Where was he? The cero had come as such a surprise. He thanked his lucky stars that Vista had fired at the ceiling instead of at him; if he'd been hit directly he'd have been vapourised. Fortunately the Hollow had seemed more concerned with freedom at the time, and had aimed upwards, trying, he was sure, to create an escape route. He coughed. How much of the ceiling had collapsed? How much had the integrity of the complex been compromised? Peishin was sure that the cell had been utterly destroyed, but the walls and floors were two metres thick and made of very dense stone. The observation windows were even tougher, probably another factor in his survival. Rubble shifted above him, raining a trickle of dust into his eye. His left temple stung. "Hello? Anyone alive? Make noise." Whose voice was that? He couldn't recognise it. There were other noises now. Sounds of feet shuffling. The clock of stone on stone, probably a rescue attempt underway. He tried to shout but his voice was strangled, trapped in his throat. Apparently he had made enough noise, though. The movement sounded closer, now, and more frantic. Voices, still muffled, seemed to be coming from a different direction; overhead rather than to one side, though it was hard to tell because he thought he might be lying on his side. Following a crunch a sudden lance of light hit his eyes, and he realised how dark it had been. "Peishin-sama?" Peishin tried to reply but coughed again, moving weakly. As more rubble was removed he felt his strength returning. Hands reached down to him; more than one set, pulling him up, putting him on his feet. Clouds of dust cascaded from him when he moved. "Peishin-sama! You're alright!" The Shinigami talking was a young woman with short, blonde hair stuck up with hairpins into a cliff at her forehead. That made her face seem larger and her features seem smaller, except for her eyes, which were green and very wide. He realised she was terrified, or possibly in shock, and wondered how he looked to her. "Debatable," he croaked in reply. "What happened, sir? The whole complex is in ruins!" Ah, so it was shock. The girl looked very pale. "Calm down," he coughed. "Do you have any water?" She shook her head. "What's your name?" "Anzai," she said. "Anzai, get me three things. One," he ticked off the list on his fingers, holding it up in front of her face so she had something to focus on. "I want water. Two, I want to know what the situation is. Three, I want you to get as many twelfth division members as possible to come here, right now, armed. Did you get all that?" "Yes, sir," Anzai answered, and ran off. Peishin began brushing himself down, beginning with his hair. Dust flew. As he did so he walked, hoping to get a visual clue about the situation, and spotted members of other divisions helping out in the rescue attempt. One eleventh division man had his sword drawn. Peishin cursed. He had hoped to keep this quiet. "You!" he called, walking towards Kenji. "Hey! What's your name and seat?" |
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| Inferno Tempest | Dec 1 2009, 11:48 PM Post #6 |
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"...Eh? What's this now?" Kenji was surprised to see someone climb out of the rubble in one piece. "You!" Kenji turned to see Peishin coming towards him. He rested his sword on his shoulder. "Hey! What's your name and seat?" "4th seat of Eleventh Squad, Yamato Kenji. And you would be...?" he asked. He was slightly annoyed that someone who, judging by his reiatsu, was substantially weaker than him and most likely a much lower seat was talking to him like a superior, but given the situation Kenji let it slide. "Oh, and I have a question. Would that have been a...cero...I saw?" Edited by Inferno Tempest, Dec 1 2009, 11:49 PM.
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Photobucket Characters: Kenji Yamato, 11th Squad 4th seat Dagora Illyanavich, Tercera Espada "Reason exists only for those who cling to it. Now, shall we go to reason's horizon?" ~Sosuke Aizen | |
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| anon | Dec 2 2009, 03:19 PM Post #7 |
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"Yamato-sama," Peishin bowed slightly, apparently ignorant of his original social faux pas. "I'm Peishin Louh, eighth seat of twelfth squad, and yes, that was a cero. A damned big one from the looks of things. I formally request your aid, sir, in capturing the culprit. We don't have much time; there's no telling what damage might be done." |
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| Inferno Tempest | Dec 2 2009, 10:55 PM Post #8 |
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"Capture it," Kenji scoffed "Why would you want to keep a Hollow? They're just worthless monsters. This one looks to be a Menos class, so I'll go and put it down for you." Kenji turned to go look around elsewhere, to see where the Hollow went, but he stopped and turned back and cast a suspicious glare at Peishin. "Peishin-sama...What were you doing with a Menos in the first place...?" he asked, narrowing his eye at Peishin. Edited by Inferno Tempest, Dec 2 2009, 10:58 PM.
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Photobucket Characters: Kenji Yamato, 11th Squad 4th seat Dagora Illyanavich, Tercera Espada "Reason exists only for those who cling to it. Now, shall we go to reason's horizon?" ~Sosuke Aizen | |
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| anon | Dec 3 2009, 04:32 PM Post #9 |
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"Sir, with respect, I can't allow you to do that," Peishin told him. He was well aware that Kenji was probably a good deal stronger than him, but he spoke firmly in a tone that brooked no argument. "Gaikotsu, lieutenant of twelfth squad, has ordered his capture, not his execution, and that order has been ratified by my lord Matsuda, our captain. He is a highly valuable subject and cannot come to harm if it can be avoided."
"I'm afraid that's something I can't tell you, Yamato-sama." Peishin turned on his heel at the sound of approaching footsteps and saw in front of him a group of Shinigami with the blonde-haired Anzai at their head. They came to a halt in front of Yamato and Peishin and bowed respectfully. "Sir!" Anzai addressed Peishin. She bowed and, once upright again, held out a skin-flask. "Here's your water." "I'd forgotten all about it," he told her. "Thank you." As he drank she summarised the situation. "Underground holding complex three has been completely demolished, sir, and tallies so far place the dead at four and the wounded at six, two of which are in critical condition. Sir, what happened in there?" Peishin smiled. "Good work, Anzai. Select half of these guys," he gestured at the Shinigami behind her, "and join me for a search and capture mission. The other half will go with Yamato-sama, if he's still willing to help, and follow his orders except for one overriding directive. The subject must be captured if at all possible." "Hai, Peishin-sama!" Anzai barked, then turned to organise the men. Peishin turned back to Kenji. "Well, sir, what do you say?" |
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| Inferno Tempest | Dec 5 2009, 12:00 AM Post #10 |
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Kenji let out a drawn out sigh. "A captain ordered that, huh? Guess I can't argue...Alright then, I'll help you out. Still can't have a Hollow running about. Which way do you want me to go?" |
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| anon | Dec 5 2009, 10:13 AM Post #11 |
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Peishin was grateful for Yamato's aid. Though pretty tough, he knew he couldn't measure up to a fourth seat in a fight and the extra muscle was more than welcome. Estimating Vista's strength from the intensity of his cero, Peishin reckoned they were dealing with a Gillian-class Hollow at the very least. "Do we know which way it ran?" Peishin asked. Anzai shook her head, looking upset. He looked at Yamato, who apparently didn't know either, and sighed. If Vista was lucid and decided to go to ground it might take weeks to find him. Peishin had no experience with a Shinigami-turned-Hollow but he was hoping the new Hollow would follow the same pattern as all newly corrupted souls; revertion to base instincts, feeding frenzy, and unsubtlety. "Right. A volunteer, please." "Hai!" a middle aged, broad shouldered Shinigami stepped forward. "Bunya, sir," he added, anticipating Peishin's question. "Okay, Bunya-san. Go send messages to the thirteenth and eleventh captains and their lieutenants as well as the soutaicho and the first lieutenant. It should say, uhm," Peishin hesitated, unsure how to phrase the message so as not to give too much away. "A Hollow has broken loose from the twelfth division holding cells. Estimated strength is Gillian-class. Be on your guard." "Sir!" Bunya bowed and dashed off towards the closest Hell Butterfly swarm-room. "Yamato-sama," Peishin said, turning to the tall eleventh squadder. "It's your choice, sir. Since we don't know which way it ran you can take these men into your division territory or you can accompany us into thirteenth division. I'm heading into thirteenth." |
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| Inferno Tempest | Dec 5 2009, 06:01 PM Post #12 |
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"I'll stick with you guys, I guess. The rest of my squad can handle it if it's over there, and you probably need me." Kenji said. "But, I still don't get what you were doing with a Menos." |
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| anon | Dec 5 2009, 09:00 PM Post #13 |
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"It isn't a Menos," Peishin told Yamato. "It's probably a Gillian, maybe even an Adjuchas. And I told you, I can't tell you what you want to know, so stop asking. Sir," he added, feeling that his words and tone were probably disrespectful. Everyone was looking at him expectantly. How should he organise this? Seireitei was a two-layered cluster of cities, politically one and yet at the same time divided by its very nature and the natures of its inhabitants. Technically, technically, it belonged to the noble clans, powerful bloodlines with their own personal armies, but those families suffered the ruling of Central Forty Six, which had, at some vague point in the distant past, decreed that the Court Guard, the thirteen divisions of Shinigami, would protect one area each, overlapping the jurisdiction, or personal space, of the noble clans. First division occupied the centre, a circle, which was High Noble ground, while the other twelve had triangular wedges, smaller at the centre than at the edge where they met Rukongai. The Shinigami, or rather their organisation, the Court Guard, owned buildings among the noble-cities, and patrolled the streets of Seireitei to provide further protection for the nobles in times of distress, often while those nobles hid themselves away. The Court Guard protected the Court of Pure Souls. Peishin realised he was thinking off-topic. What he really needed to remember was this: Vista, a powerful Hollow, was loose in Seireitei. It was his duty, first as a Shinigami, second as a member of twelfth division, to protect other death gods and, more importantly, the innocent nobles of the Court of Pure Souls, from the destruction that Hollow might unleash. "Yamato-sama, take those men," he gestured at the Shinigami standing by, eleven in all, "and head north west. Don't go too far; about two ri should do it, then, if you haven't found the Hollow, cut directly south. I'll take this lot," he thumbed Anzai and the others, "south west and head north in two ri if we don't find him. That way we cover maximum ground and don't lose contact." Peishin leapt up onto a roof, followed by the others, and bowed quickly to the superior officer. "Good luck!" And then he was off, the ten Shinigami trailing him, leaving Yamato in command of eleven members of twelfth division. Of those eleven, four were of seated rank and five possessed the ability to access their zanpakuto's first release; the others were unseated, though most had tasted combat. Abe, meanwhile, had become full Hollow, and now thought of himself as Vista. He was large, eight feet tall, with a bullet head set on a thick, sloping neck. His mask was a snarl with four frowning eyes, burning yellow, set either side of a broad, flat nose. The transformation had increased his body mass many times, especially adding to the bulk and muscle of his arms and upper body, and his legs had fused into a long, scaled tail on which he pulled himself along with frightening speed, thrashing the hammer-tip around carelessly. He had already made mincemeat of one unfortunate Shinigami, but he hadn't meant to, hadn't even seen the girl, she had just been in his way. He had, unknown to the Shinigami, taken a more northerly direction to the west and, as Peishin had hoped, he was suffering from his Hollow nature, his basic instinct to feed. While Peishin sidetracked himself mentally Vista broke into a servant's quarters, slaying the four men and six women inside with its zanpakuto, which was peeling rust, and as the two groups of hunters separated the Hollow was busily gulping down the souls of the unfortunate domestics. __ OOC: Ok Kenji, time to shine. You can find Vista if you like. In any case we'll concentrate on Yamato for a bit before I bring Peishin and his lot back into it. |
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| Inferno Tempest | Dec 6 2009, 04:40 AM Post #14 |
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Kenji nodded at Peishin as he left, and turned to the eleven men he was given charge of. "Alright, you heard him. We're headin' north-west. Keep your guard up, just cause' I'm strong don't mean I'm gonna babysit ya. I'm a still a wee bit drunk." he said, the ends of his lips curling into a mischievous smile. He removed his sword from his shoulder and held it by his side, tightening his grip on it before taking off towards the north-west. |
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| anon | Dec 6 2009, 09:46 AM Post #15 |
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Idane, head of lord Akamatsu's household staff, was irritated. Lord Akamatsu, lady Akamatsu, and the sons Akamatsu had just sat down to a family tea. Idane, a short, elderly man with a long grey beard and liver-spotted skin, had organised things with the care and attention that lord Akamatsu had come to depend upon over the two centuries of Idane's employment in his household. He'd taken care of everything. And now, just as his lords and ladies sat to take refreshment, he heard an almighty noise from the servant's quarters. Idane bowed himself out of the room, trying to act as if nothing was wrong, though he could plainly see the lord Akamatsu suppressing anger; his flabby cheeks were splotched red. Idane entered the servant's quarters, furious. "What the hell are you doing in here?" he barked. "It sounds-" The old man didn't get to finish his rebuke. Vista turned. A scrap of soul he'd just now torn from the body of one of his victims flapped loose between his teeth as he fixed his eyes on new prey. Swinging one meaty fist around, Vista caught the head servant a blow to the sternum that smashed him back against the wall. His old bones snapped, his organs mushed. Skin broke against the conflicting pressures. Blood spurted across the wall in every direction under high pressure, splashing even on the ceiling. Plaster shattered. The brick wall behind the plaster bulged as the bricks were forced out of their secure seating. From the Hollow's throat came a soft moan, a complaint of interruption, from the servant's came an exhalation, silent, a blood-misted final breath that showered the flat, snarling face of the Hollow in red spots. Vista removed his fist, which was now wet with Idane's juices, from the knuckles of which hung scraps of torn skin. Idane, dead, remained upright, glued to the wall by a mixture of his own body fluids. His head lolled against the ruin of his chest, displaying the liver-spotted scalp of the top of his head, and his arms and legs dangled limp. Rearing back, Vista howled, shaking the foundations of the Akamatsu house. In the next room, the lord Akamatsu, his wife, and his two sons, stood, startled, at the cry. Lord Akamatsu bellowed something - words Vista could not understand - and that signed his death warrant. On hearing his voice the Hollow abandoned its current meat and pulled itself towards new prey, smashing down the brick wall separating the servant's quarters from the family's with his shoulders. The bricks were no obstacle to him. He howled as he hunted. |
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| Inferno Tempest | Dec 7 2009, 03:56 AM Post #16 |
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Kenji stopped and flinched as he heard a very faint sound in the distance. It sounded like an animal, but not one in pain. It sounded vicious, and he knew what it was. He held his hand up to signal the men to stop. "We're close," Kenji said, "This way." He pointed his zanpakuto in the direction of lord Akamatsu's mansion, which was still a distance away. "We have to hurry. I don't want any more people dead because of this piece of shit." he said, spitting on the ground and taking off with the men towards the mansion. |
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| anon | Dec 7 2009, 07:49 AM Post #17 |
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Lord Akamatsu was dead. Vista, bulky as a mountain with his sloping shoulders and massive arms, hunched over him. The scion of the Akamatsu clan, a previous seventh seated Shinigami, a wealthy merchant, the man who had healed the clan divide and brought the family back to its former brilliance after the secession of his younger brother more than two decades ago, lay on his back and bled to death through a bite-wound in his throat. Lady Akamatsu cowered in a corner, crying in terror. The sons Akamatsu, Ichiro, tall and strong and one hundred years old, and Niboru, shorter, with longer hair, and slightly more flabby, as befitted the child who would inherit the merchant trade, stood in front of their mother, trembling, but determined to defend her. Ichiro held a table knife in his shaking fist, pointing the blade at the Hollow as he'd been taught to hold his sword by his recently-deceased father. Vista approached the boys. Ichiro struck with the knife. It was not a fighting blade, blunt, suited only to cutting dinner meats, but it opened a red slit in the Hollow's shoulder that bled for a few seconds before closing up. Vista's tail lashed out in irritation, demolishing the long, oak table the family had been sitting at, and reached out for the boy with a hand large enough to swallow his abdomen neatly. |
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| Inferno Tempest | Dec 8 2009, 01:42 AM Post #18 |
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"Screw you guys. If you wanna get this done pick up the pace, I'm going ahead." Kenji said, rocketing ahead at full pace towards the mansion and leaving the men behind. He arrived there in a few minutes, kicking the door down. He closed his eyes for a second before using shunpo and appearing at the end of the hall, in front of the room where Idane was killed. "Hm...Smashed door...Broken wall...Corpse...It's definitely this way." he thought, hurrying through the broken holes in the wall before leaping into the air and preparing to cut off the arm Vista was going to gran Ichiro with. "There you are! Die, ya great slimy beast!" Edited by Inferno Tempest, Dec 8 2009, 03:38 AM.
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| anon | Dec 8 2009, 10:19 AM Post #19 |
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Startled by the sudden appearance of a screaming Shinigami, Vista jerked forwards. His fist closed around the eldest Akamatsu boy, trapping his arms against his body in a powerful grip as the Hollow half-turned towards the new arrival. Instinctually he lashed out with his club-tail, slapping aside the oncoming zanpakuto, pieces of plate and bent cutlery flying along with it. The momentum of the strike carried the heavy tip of the long limb through the wall to Kenji's left, ripping through the paper. Sharp shards of china and metal embedded in the remaining struts. Vista glowered at Kenji and the others following him. Niboru let out a piercing scream and ran from the room, dragging his mother by the wrist. Vista ignored them. His attention was held by the group of black-robed death gods in front of him. Mindless though he might be, Vista recognised that these souls were much stronger than the ones he'd previously fed on. Their smell intoxicated him, quickening his breath, making the whole where his heart should be pulse painfully. His zanpakuto was still peeling rust, but he gripped it, an odachi with a yellow hilt wrap, in one fist. He lifted it and pointed it at its chosen target - Yamato - and ignored the others. |
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| Inferno Tempest | Dec 9 2009, 02:53 AM Post #20 |
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Awesomis Maximus
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Kenji raised his eyebrow in surprise at he noticed the hollow's sword, and used shunpo to avoid its tail. "Eh, what's this now? So you've picked up a rusty old sword then? Or is it a dead shinigami's zanpkauto? Doesn't matter, I suppose. I mindless beast like you wouldn't know how to use it." he said. Kenji rocketed forward, holding his sheath backwards in his left hand now, and prepared to sever to arm holding Ichiro. |
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Photobucket Characters: Kenji Yamato, 11th Squad 4th seat Dagora Illyanavich, Tercera Espada "Reason exists only for those who cling to it. Now, shall we go to reason's horizon?" ~Sosuke Aizen | |
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