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Post by Sato Koemi on Oct 21, 2008 11:21:08 GMT -5
Rubbing their head as the person looked around, a rather beautiful looking person stood and glanced skyward.
The person had short, yet perfectly cut and styled black hair, wore the classic shinigami black robes, but yet the person had on an orange wristband that connected to a similar collar around their neck. Blinking purple eyes as they continued to scan the area, the person also had two feathers coming from the side of their eye, and eyebrow.
"Madarame-san?" they called out, apparently alone, "Damnit. I must've gotten seperated from him when I fell into that.. ugly portal. Guess I got to find him before he gets himself in trouble.."
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Xeon Hubaru
Shinigami
Fourth Seat of Squad Four
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Post by Xeon Hubaru on Oct 23, 2008 3:21:05 GMT -5
…and she ran.
Her arms leaving a drizzle of blood in her path as she traveled at an unbelievable speed. The static sound as she moved about rung through the air with each step the Arrancar had made. Her right arm causing her to wince each time that the sharp pain had stung her as if a reminder of an alarm clock that she was careless. She frowned each time she felt that sting thinking that in general, she was too nice.
If it wasn’t for her fake ploy to make it so that the Shinigami she had met, surely that young girl would be dead meat in this God forsaken place. The Arrancar had experienced a great deal of those creatures around, both Shinigami and Kaibatsu. Her plan of action? Avoid Shinigami who seemed more or less civilized and fight those beasts that dared say she was intruding. As if she had a choice. If it was up to her, their souls would suffice as a meal, but she wasn’t that kind of person anymore…not now, and hopefully net ever as she contained the madness within her.
A nerve striking jolt coursing through her frontal lobe as she detected a reitsu signature that she wouldn’t notice before in her deep thinking. Her presence was apparent as she slowed down enough so that she wasn’t a blur. The figure that was in front of her as she landed and spun on her heel catching a sight of her surroundings while oddly enough at the same time showing off her beauty in her hoksho robes flowing in the air in a counter clockwise sway from her clockwise spin. Her eyes shifted and sat looking for eye contact with the Shinigami.
…she only wish she hadn’t. This one looked odd close up.
She kicked off vanishing in a burst of speed once more as the Arrancar attempted a retreat after seeing all she wanted to see. She wasn’t in the mood to save another lost soul in this forest. She had already risked her life enough for today.
Besides…risking her life for one that looked as odd as that seemed beyond her.
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Post by Sato Koemi on Oct 23, 2008 9:16:13 GMT -5
Blinking at the sudden appearance and fading of reiatsu, the figure turned their head towards a flash of white robes.
"Who..?" they murmured to themself, and narrowed their deep purple eyes. Placing a lithe hand upon the sword at their side, the person jolted forward, in attempt to see or ask who the person was and where they were.
"H-Hey! Wait up!" the person called, whether the voice was feminine or masculine, it couldn't be told with how far apart the two were.
The shinigami frowned slightly, bursting full of energy to try and catch up to the person ahead of them and blinked, seeing a spot of red along the ground.. Blood?
The person ahead of the shinigami apparently was wounded, wounded badly enough to leave a trail of blood along the burnt and charred ground of the empty, ugly forest.
.. Good thing the shinigami had some stypic with them.. no thanks to Madarame-san, of course..
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Xeon Hubaru
Shinigami
Fourth Seat of Squad Four
~Wielder of a blade that doesn't spill blood~
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Post by Xeon Hubaru on Oct 23, 2008 10:09:46 GMT -5
It was just what the Arrancar asked for, company. Not really, because in truth, she had enough of company for today. She just wanted to be alone and lick her wounds, but she could see this figure wouldn't allow that. She herself was tiring from the open wound she had, and her trail of blood that dripped onto her tracks was like a loose thread to pull on. She had little time to think about how to handle this situation just like she handled the other Shinigami. A simple go away would have to suffice...but in more of a realistic Xian way.
She had landed in a clearing in the forest. A rare one in a circular even soil as she looked around before quickly scampering to a nearby tree. Her left hand reaching to her injury to secure the blood between her fingers rather than on the soil. She leapt upward in the trees to center herself on an overhead branch making sure she was undetectable predicting where her opponent would stand. Sure he'd be aware of her presence amongst the trees, but at her current fixated height exact coordinates would be another story.
Perching herself like a bird, she had awaited over the spot where the trail of blood had ended. The last thing she would want to do is release her weapon to abide to her true form and show how nasty could get, but with her strength steadily declining, she would have no choice if this one proved to be hostile. With a pretty boy expression such as that she saw when she observed him, she thought that would be far from necessary.
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Post by Sato Koemi on Oct 23, 2008 10:35:07 GMT -5
The figure stopped at the base of the tree, one of the few ones that were on the edge of the Burnt Forest that wasn't.. well.. burnt, and glanced down at the blood trail that stopped at the base of the lonely tree.
Glancing around, the figure blinked deep purple eyes and lightly grabbed onto the sword at their side.. just in case "I am not going to hurt you.. I just have a couple of questions.."
Sure, half true, half not. He did have questions, but he wasn't really going to hurt the person unless they struck first..
With the other hand not doing much, the figure subconsciously ran the lithe, slender hand along the side of their head, pushing back some of the black, perfectly taken care of hair back a little, only for it to fall once again beside their face, "I know you are injured.. I can help you heal those wounds.."
Not a lie. See? They could tell the truth.. sometimes.
"Though on the other hand, if you are native to this ugly land, I leave you in peace and pray that you dare not try to attack.." they continued, looking upwards to the thickness of the leaves of the tree.
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Xeon Hubaru
Shinigami
Fourth Seat of Squad Four
~Wielder of a blade that doesn't spill blood~
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Post by Xeon Hubaru on Oct 23, 2008 10:44:16 GMT -5
He sure did refer to the word "ugly" a lot. A person who didn't have a high opinion of anything but himself? That's what she would think as she sat at her perch angling herself to a point where her voice could reach him unknown from her height. She had crept along her position slowly as if the looming presence was nothing more than prey. He could mean no harm as she was the one in a position to strike first. Assuring her of his hostility was like a joke.
"I'll take your word for it."
She could. Simply because she was the one that had the upper hand right now.
"This place is not my home. I'm just trapped here just as you are. Leave me be."
Xian had stood up slowly staring down at the figure. He seemed like he was civilized enough. His tongue not stained with anything more than the noticed quick opinion of the place. Ugly didn't quite describe these hazardous lands. It was beyond what he has yet to see. Her arrival wasn't so pleasant like those before her.
Unfair how was it she got the bad end of the bargain every time at her young and sweet age?
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Post by Sato Koemi on Oct 23, 2008 11:03:27 GMT -5
"Good then. Come down and I will not draw.." he replied, placing his free hand upon his hip, glancing towards the voice in the tree, "I don't like forcing people out, but it seems that to travel alone here in this.. retched place.. is rather unwise."
The male figure stood there still and gave a soft sigh, as if already growing fustrated with this. It seemed like he was an angry parent trying to get a child to come out of hiding.
"You're already beyond bad injuries if you bleeding is as bad as I think it may be. I wouldn't dare attack someone with a handicap.. My squad would look down upon it.." he added a little while after a pause.
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Xeon Hubaru
Shinigami
Fourth Seat of Squad Four
~Wielder of a blade that doesn't spill blood~
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Post by Xeon Hubaru on Oct 23, 2008 15:06:13 GMT -5
It rained blood on the figure...
The small droplets running from the heights as they dripped to the ground near the figure's feet directly behind him, there sat Xian only a mid amount of meters above his head as to where her feet dangled while she sat perched on the Tree branch. Her eyes showing that usual emotionless expression trapped within them as she simply stared with the empty look as if the very sight of this person was depressing. They had a slight narrow for a second as she recalled him mentioning her "handicap."
"Whether or not that I'm injured should not concern to your kind, Shinigami...
Xian's words were as revealing as her actions. Her right arm limply reached to her left shoulder tugging at the puffy shoulder of her hoksho dress-like robe revealing her pale skin and a gaping hole where her heart would be. Whether or not it was clear, it explained the remnants of enamel like material that plated some of her beautiful white hair. She had let her clothing slide back into place as she eyed the figure while her right shoulder continued to drip blood from where she sat perched as if she was comparable to a leaky roof that required patching.
"At the moment, as a usual inhabitant that has settled into these woods compared as yourself who has fallen into this forsaken paradise unknowing of the danger it holds, you're life is in more danger than me own."
Her eyes had settled with the lids closing more after each minute. It was in the usual depressing way. One minute it was a pitiful regret of helping a lost shinigami, the next was Deja vu reunion of a dead long forgotten person, and now it's the sad fact that she might bleed to death realizing her own resolve to make this figure leave before whatever was out there would come encounter them both instead of just her if they would come.
The difference? She awaited her fate, he was ignorant of it.
"I'll tell you again..." she had said in the depressed tone even though it was more of a warning.
"...leave me be."
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Post by Sato Koemi on Oct 24, 2008 10:22:55 GMT -5
Upon hearing the voice again, he turned and his eyes widened slightly as he saw the figure sitting upon the branch as the young girl revealed the hole, a mixture of shock and surprise upon his beautiful face "An.. Arrancar..?"
The man gritted his teeth together in thought and after a moment's pause after hearing her speak more and watching her depressing act, the man tilted his head rather daintily, almost femininely and give a twist of his lips, as if giving a slight pout "If we are truly in a hellish, ugly paradise.. then you and I should not be enemies.. I have a feeling that this.. place.. does not want us here, nor welcome us with warm greetings."
"And with one with such a beautiful face.." he added slowly, staring at her with his deep purple eyes, a mixture of appreciation, and sadness, ".. One so beautiful shouldn't give in so easily.." It almost sounded like he was speaking from experience..
As the feminine-like man continued, his hand slid behind him, into the hakama of his shihakusho, slowly as he watched the girl before him close her eyes, his hand snapped out and threw a small vial, dart-like, at the girl's neck. If it hit, the shinten would knock her out.. a powerful sleeping agent that also helped to heal a little as it made it's victim sleep. Hopefully, while she slept, he could at least administer a bit of healing ointment to her wound and bandage it.
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Xeon Hubaru
Shinigami
Fourth Seat of Squad Four
~Wielder of a blade that doesn't spill blood~
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Post by Xeon Hubaru on Oct 24, 2008 11:08:27 GMT -5
Xian was quick, but she didn't expect him to be foolish enough to be hostile. Did he think because she was weakened and in a bind that he could attack? She frowned upon that arrogance seeing the dart, but with the tree stained with her flowing blood, it would make it more difficult for an evasion. She simply lifted her right hand up slightly raising it to block the simple dart as it pierced into her flesh only, to have her slowly remove it without so much of even a care for pain.
"Giving in is never an option...for...I..."
She stopped as her lips twisted resisting to spat out in disgust. She winced noticing her vision becoming slightly blurry, and twisted on the figure becoming destroyed. Her eyes half open and sheepish, but this wasn't her usual depressing manner doing this. It was...something else. Her teeth cringing slightly in a hidden rage as she frowned down on the figure with a confused haze.
"What...did...you do to me?"
She asked as her hands squeezed the tree branch. Her muscles trying to relax upon instant, but she remained tensed and breath heavily putting every fiber of her being in trying to resist the remedy coursing through her. She was more stronger than this, and she was to show this stranger that the moment she would know what was happening to her.
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Post by Sato Koemi on Oct 24, 2008 11:24:53 GMT -5
The male figure watched silently as the girl fought against the sleeping agent "It's called shinten.. it puts the victim of its green liquid to sleep and nothing more.."
He stayed put for a moment, hand still upon the hilt of his sword.. just in case the girl decided to attack as she became slowly innibriated.
"I promise to not hurt you.. we may become allies in the end if we both are to survive in this ugly place.." he added, and tilted his head "I am Ayesagawa Yumichika.. 5th Seat of Squad 11.."
Yumichika paused in thought and wondered in the pretty Arrancar girl would remember his name when she awoke or not. Manners, manners, manners. Oh well.
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Xeon Hubaru
Shinigami
Fourth Seat of Squad Four
~Wielder of a blade that doesn't spill blood~
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Post by Xeon Hubaru on Oct 24, 2008 11:47:45 GMT -5
"...I warned you to let me be."
Xian spoke as he introduced himself most likely wanting to cut in. No matter the intent behind it, it still remained that he didn't seem to respect her wish. Drugging her to heal her wounds by force wasn't really good of an option, nor did it tread lightly across her mind since in reality, she was in need of serious anger management which she was trying to have mercy of this figure from.
Didn't matter now...
"My advice Shinigami Ayesagawa..." she had spoken in her sheepish manner one last time as her eyes had that horrid screaming look. It was those same wide eyes with the layers of red rings surrounding her pupils that she given to the other Shinigami to thwart her thought of being friends even though Xian wanted to only help and nothing more. The only difference between those eyes and these were the eyes before was a forced hate to unleash her true powers. There was nothing fake about this hate that boiled behind these eyes.
"Don't make promises...that can't be kept...even when you're dead."
Feathers soaked in blood shed from her body as she disappeared in a quick instant beyond what the eyes could see or comprehend. It was because of the abilities of her unique nature that she could move like this, but the drug was battling a fierce battle with her raging hate. At the moment it was putting up a good fight, but not any longer as behind the Shinigami, the sound of the girl drawing her blade while that hideous face had remained.
"I never wanted to return to the ugliness of my madness, but since you're the only one here...then it wouldn't matter."
She had said as she lifted her blade turning it slightly so that it divided her face.
"Resurrecion! Screech and Scream, Avianes! "
The blade had shattered into manner pieces as the remnants swept Xian backward off her feet and slightly in the air. Her eyes keeping that mad look while she had gritted her teeth. Her right hands curling into little fists as they grown dark and covered with many roots of feathers one by one until her body was clad in the build of soft black feathers along her legs and arms showing wings while her slendor body remained shedding away a dress to reveal a simple top raveled by bandages. Her hair wildy and untamed as it spread behind her. She seemed to take the form of a harpy as her talon like feet and sharp nails from her hands had shown. Her emotionless express...melded away. Her eyes completely red and her lips twisting into a twisted smile.
"You're blood painting this forest will calm my rage just beautifully! Suffer!"
Her mouth opening to reveal her teeth sharp as fangs. Her throat funneling a horrid screech out that tore the ground cracking it as it traveled across in a wide radius aiming for the Shinigami like a wave of painful screams that was unbearable. They were here screams of pain obviously that she quelled so long. The madness and the feelings of her everlasting lust for vengence that was quelled all the time was an astonishing strength even though it consisted of nothing more than negative feelings.
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Post by Sato Koemi on Oct 24, 2008 12:20:25 GMT -5
Yumichika's eyes half-widened at the screams and ressurection, jumping backwards to get out of the way, "Bloom! Fuji Kujaku!"
Immediantly drawing his sword as he spoke it's name, the sword itself split into three, sickle-like blades from the guard up and he held it in front of himself, "I do not wish to fight you, but you give me no choice but to render you unconscious.."
"Three or five minutes.. is all I need.." he murmured to himself. Three was probably a favorite number of his.. so beautiful in its strokes in kanji. Five was probably also one of his favorite numbers.. they both has the three strokes that both three and five shared..
"I want to end this quickly.." he said, but his eyes widened as the horridly loud, obnoxious scream shot out. He held his ears tightly, wincing as the screech was sounded, falling to one knee.
"I.. didn't.. want to.. I don't want to.. is.. anyone around..?" he asked himself, daring to keep his eyes open as he glanced around quickly.. He didn't want to use it.. but if he had to.. and if no one was around.. he would to restrain the beautiful, harpy-like Arrancar.
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Xeon Hubaru
Shinigami
Fourth Seat of Squad Four
~Wielder of a blade that doesn't spill blood~
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Post by Xeon Hubaru on Oct 24, 2008 12:28:02 GMT -5
Xian had quickly acted after the screech after rendering him helpless. Her arms and legs tingled the moment she took flight not able to control herself acting upon her instincts. Her red eyes taking in the sight of the helpless figure. She wanted nothing more than to rip him to shreds simply to satisfy that tingling itch she felt, because that's exactly what it craved her to do. Vengence was a satisfaction to satisfy her madness, and although she'd feel sickened for giving into it, she knew right now it was a valuable weapon for her self defense.
"Rip! Shred!"
She had chanted madly as she used her quick albeit speed looming through the air in a quick motion as she had already made her way above the figure. Her talons opening as they threatened him like knives as her claws and talons actually were her Zanpaktou released back into their dangerous sharpness that would cut through anything through sheer rage. She bore down to slice him in many.
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Post by Sato Koemi on Oct 24, 2008 12:43:03 GMT -5
"Split and Deviate.. Ruriiro Kujaku.." he said softly, watching as the sickle-like blades turned into vines, rising up to protect their master, ensnaring the clawed talons of the harpy-Arrancar.. but not before Yumichika received a terrible gash in his shoulders from the angry assault, being thrown back a couple of feet as he barely dodged the deadly strike.
The vines that he had called out began to dive into the ground, as if it plant themselves, and started to creep more and more up and along the Arrancar's transformed body, little flower buds appearing every so often.
Cringing at the painfully deep wound that was laid bare upon his shoulders, Yumichika sat upon one leg and proped his other leg up as if leaning upon it. The pain was a dull feeling, the kind of pain were it was definately a deep gash, but beyond the point of it to where the body released it's own morphine to numb it. Yeah.. it was bad.
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