Downtown Karakura

Subject: Downtown Karakura Sun Apr 01, 2012 7:53 pm

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After the meeting, his brief meltdown, and the lecture from one of his Fraccion's, Allister thought it might be in his best interest to go to Karakura town and have a little feast on some unwanted souls. He really didn't like eating the helpless spirits of retarded people but when he was in one of his "moods" he would do just about anything.
Entering the top of a tall building in Karakura he would look down upon the town. His face plainer than that of paper. His eyes sneered at the people resting below the bottom on the ground. He looked around as the sky was like the blue honey of the Mediterranean. He had a vision once, that the sky was raining with ashes and the dusty clouds fell upon the town like a scene from the holocaust. His eyes began to set at bay as he cherished the time he could take in the grotesque beauty of Karakura.

Subject: Re: Downtown Karakura Thu May 03, 2012 3:13 am

"Join the ranks of the dead you say? I am afraid age has finally gotten to you, or have you forgotten the defeat my underling handed you when you last fought in this city trying to protect it from the espada?"

Dalaga said coldly as he slowly turned around, having just stopped dead the moment the captain commander faded out, he knew the look in his eyes and knew the facade that it always presented, the emotions though were clear enough in his spirit energy. His blades now swayed in almost open grips at his sides, the wind causing his clothes to flap around in a lazy way. He began moving toward the captain commander with his eyes locked on the area below him, no real care in any of his movements, his body language speaking as though he already won.

"You are in the way captain...I would suggest you take your own advice and leave before joining the dead you so cherish."

Both of Dalagas blades lit aflame right then, his eyes darting to the side to see one of his allys, his nephew, arrive at that moment, the gate would be opened soon.

"Fight Old man yema, or step aside..."

Zander smiled at Felicity as she had dropped him off on the balcony, jumping off and heading into the center of town, seeing all the captains and thanking whatever god there was out there for his childhood, an almost constant beating of high level riatsu to increase his resistance to the weight of it. He looked around and saw them pair off, head their own ways and simply head deeper into the chaos, but he knew his goal and the red orb hanging in the middle of it all was his target.

"Time for me to...well shine...poor city..."

He said regretfully, flash stepping and sticking his hand out around the orb, grabbing hold of it the best he could, his body getting covered with a red crackling energy, which caused him to cry out for a moment in pain before he concentrated past it, letting the pain become power to keep the orbs duty in check. Slowly an outline started to show, Zander's vision starting to blur, he knew what was happening but he knew it was to fast, it must be all the spirit energy in the area, all he could hope for was that he made it out of this alive.

Subject: Re: Downtown Karakura Thu May 03, 2012 2:00 pm

Seeing no reaction from Nizuna as Poe approached like a doggy-missile, Poe launched into a jump, more of a pounce, heading straight for Nizuna like an actual missile. This could be seen as aggressive, although Poe just wanted to hug the person. The fact that he was a huge Golden Retriever didn't help though, nor did the fact that he was running at a speed incomparable to normal dogs when he jumped, almost flying, through the air at Nizuna's chest. A direct hit would most likely incapacitate Nizuna to the ground, where Poe would begin his barrage of licking.

Subject: Re: Downtown Karakura Mon May 07, 2012 10:50 pm

As the dog jumped at Nizuna, it was so surprising that it put him off slightly. Instead of stabbing the beast directly, Nizuna hesitated, which caused the dog to tackle him unchallenged. Hitting the ground hard and being licked by the lapping tongue of the dog, Nizuna was pinned by his shoulders and struggled to get up. Doing the only thing thinkable, Nizuna planted the bottoms of his feet square on the dogs stomach, and using all his strength, launched the large dog off him. Flinging himself back up onto his feet using his arms, he then scooped up his sword from the ground. That could have been bad. If an enemy saw me on the ground, they could have taken that chance to finish me off in a single stroke. Nizuna thought, at the same time looking around to see if there were any Espada that were around to take that chance.

Luckily not, but he did notice a fellow Captain not fighting as well. Sheathing his other sword, the Captain of squad three jumped over to land next to the other Captain he saw. Turning his attention to his fellow shinigami, Nizuna introduced himself. "Hello. I am Nizuna Tokoyomi. I was just assigned as the Squad Three captain. And you are?" Nizuna asked them man, or as it looked, boy. He looked so young, but was a captain. He had really only seen this with Captain Hitsugaya, but this person seemed younger still. It was astonishing. He must have some power to be the captain of the stealth squad at such a young age. He thought, looking the kid up and down.

Subject: Re: Downtown Karakura Tue May 08, 2012 5:34 pm

Waiting, waiting, waiting. His opponent seemed almost more inclined to sit around and stare then do any real fighting. That was fine with the Dread Lord. If this poor fool wanted to give him ample time to observe and contemplate then so be it. His foe made his first move, strange, he leaped up to defend himself with a glare while he was well within striking range. Bolton made no move to strike though, he would wait for this little man to attack first. The only thing that moved as Bolton stood, hovering in front of the captain, was his old breastplate. The metal lifted slowly and settle with each slow exhale. Brazen as ever, the Black Wyvern of House Bolton stared out at his foe. The image's cold eyes were kin to the lifeless gray eyes that peered out from Victor's gaunt face. The Lord's left hand curled into a fist with just his index finger extended, his bala cero stance. The captain then began to speak. Ah yes. thought the The Dread Lord, he is preparing a kido. A small ball of dark purple energy flickered on the edge of Bolton's finger. He whirled backward away from the shinigami as he released his kido. Bolton met the attack with a blistering barrage of bala attacks. Each on cracking loudly as it made contact with the other energy. The air was thick and buzzing with the discharged energy. The rough the distortion, Bolton could see his prey, gathering his will. Counting. In his mind the Dread Lord grinned. His exterior remained the same unfeeling shell. The Dread Lord's hand flexed quickly, the mailed left fist stretching. He began to focus again, this time it wouldn't be a small attack. A softball sized ball began to form in his clenched fist.

Bolton's cold eyes watched the captain. Searching him for any move he might make. Then he saw it. The shinigami was bringing another kido to bare. Bolton shifted his position in a blur as the kido was fired. The captain vanished, as did the Espada. Matching his speed Bolton appeared only ten or so paces from his target. Whatever plan the shinigami had wouldn't go well after this change. As the kido exploded behind the pair Bolton threw out his hand and let a fully charged cero loose at his foe. The energy busting with power and malice. Hissing and popping as it neared it's target. As it was released Bolton drew himself back into his usual fencer's stance and was ready to pounce in and deliver a thrust, if needed, or to bring his weapon round to defend himself from the shinigami. Hopefully the man would keep his distance, continue to fight exactly how Bolton liked to. Bolton would keep this boy at a distance and slowly pound him down with his punishing cero. Few could boast having cero as powerful as the Dread Lord Bolton.

Subject: Re: Downtown Karakura Fri May 11, 2012 9:10 pm

(Bump damnit x.x where are you LC? v.v)

Subject: Re: Downtown Karakura Fri May 11, 2012 9:29 pm

( Let's try and avoid this kind of chatter in the RP threads please? Thanks ^.^ )

Subject: Re: Downtown Karakura Sun May 13, 2012 12:36 am

Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto

Assumption:

Yamamoto's eyes continued to stare forward with a dead, neutral stare, not at Dalaga, but simply ahead. Yamamoto stood calm holding his zanpakto well ready to attack, but he did not need to attack. Dalaga's actions set off alarms in this old man's head. He recalled men who have acted akin to Dalaga's current words and actions. Men who thought they could stand before the original shinigami. Yamamoto did not enjoy them, but, oddly, despite the ruin they brought, and the things they caused, Yamamoto did not hate them. He simply ceased to have any emotions against these "transcendent" beings. These beings who believed they rivaled the very hand which helped establish the term shinigami. Why they thought they could stand before him and hold their own? Yamamoto never cared to look into this; he found it much easier when these men came directly to him. Yamamoto squeezed his cane firmly which matched his strong stance, despite standing in plain air. Dalaga's allusion to Aizen Sosuke would probably cause feelings of anger due to the provocation Dalaga tried to conjure, but, as aforementioned, Yamamoto had grown immune to tactics against his emotions: he had already learned what powerful emotions can do.

Yamamoto's keen senses felt another being enter the area. The reiatsu of this male emitted a similar frequency to that of Dalaga's. It did not take much reasoning for Yamamoto to know how to proceed. Yamamoto removed his left hand and its long fingers from the cane. He lifted his right hand along with the zanpakto, moving it in an arc trajectory toward the right, allowing the zanpakto to shed the outside brown skin in a fluid fashion, revealing the menacing power which gave this great, historic shinigami a great deal of his fame. The most powerful fire zanpakto in history. There existed no doubt in any being which had seen or even heard of Sotaicho's zanpakto that the only detail open to argument in this statement was whether the adjective "fire" was necessary or not. As it moved, its strength could almost create a rift in the dimensions. Such massive powerful emitted just from the sealed form of the great zanpakto. The leisure in its movements and Yamamoto's still neutral gaze made it evident Yamamoto had given into Dalaga's desires.

"Bansho issai Kaijin to Nase." The coarse, old vocal chords of the great man vibrated again, for the innumerable time to help release the flowing flame held within the reshi silver reshi of Sotaicho's blade. The very release of this blade was a harbringer to the area. Someone, anyone, had to prepare for a near-death experience. "Ryujjin Jakka." Fires spontaneously blew out, violently emerging from the purple hilt of the fire beast, but, odd effect. Ryujjin Jakka's very reiatsu makes a fiery explosion of fire enough to consume the very sky in a pure, vivacious fire, but it did not. The zanpakto continued to create more flames as Yamamoto continued to move his zanpakto, but, in a quick second, almost unperceivable because of its incredible speed, the flames bursted with the magnificent rage and power of Ryujjin Jakka...at Zander. The consuming flame did not even seem to have time to swallow everything around it. It moved so quickly, everything around the flames had yet to spontaneously combust at the presence of the unfathomable temperature and potency of the flames. There stood virtually no chance that even the pretty fast Zander could run because of the breadth of these flames expanded to more than the width of the street. Yamamoto continued to look straight, almost as if oblivious of the occurrence, or maybe he did not even have a chance to show his feelings. Calling the flames fast was truly an understatement. The speed of the flames and their target made Yamamoto's motives plain as day.

Subject: Re: Downtown Karakura Sun May 13, 2012 11:21 pm

Dalaga_Helios wrote:: Dalaga reacted not at all other then to let his eyes travel some to the side, looking in Zanders direction as the flames travled, knowing there was nothing to fear, the orb in Zanders hand would handle the flames. His eyes slowly travled back to the captain commander, so surrounded by flames and not effected by them in the least, was this the man who thought himself greater then all others? It mattered little for he would be shown this day how little his efforts amounted to, all of the power in the world counted little in the face of proper forethought.

"Riddle me this captain, what do you think that orb there is using to complete its task? Or has age taken your ability to see the fine details fully?"

He said evenly with a smirk, knowing his baited words had worked fully to his ends, that much energy would be more then ample to seal the fate of this town. Dalaga pointed his right hand blade toward Zander, his eyes showing confidence in what had just occured, his left hand blades tip raising to align the tip with the captain commanders chest, the blade itself heating up in the same way his bankai does when absorbing flames but to a far more minor degree, he would strike the man down now before he had a chance to escape. A mask started to form on Dalaga's face, not as fast as the normal way but just as effective. (speed increase by 1 strength up by 1 riatsu up by 1) His shikai's ability would hit the captain commander fully now, he was well within range and now his level of spiritual energy was no longer as strong, the numbing effects would come on all at once as Dalaga flash stepped forward covering the small gap with the deadly tip aimed for his heart.

Zander felt the heat from behind, and the massive energy behind it, he thought for sure this would be the end him. As the flames began to overtake him, the pain from the heat alone becoming unbearable and his hand stuck to that damnable orb, he noticed the flames were not hitting his body directly but only his hand, burning it surely but actually crowding into the orb and causing it to glow brightly instead of the pale red it had been before. His eyes were losing focus from the pain but he saw the faint outline of a door solidify, the skull gaurdians of the gate to hell showing themselves and the spell tags which held the gate closed for all that time burning away. Before he passed out and fell back with the orb dissapating in hand, he heard the laughter and the opening of the gates.

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Captain of the Ninth Division, Shuuhei Hisagi

Downtown Karakura - Page 6 Captain_Hisagi_Shuuhei_by_Baldwin2023

Shuuhei saw the cero charging and noticed there was no way to shunpo in time, so thinking quickly he used hado #57 Kagehouyou to shield himself from the cero using a shadow sphere the kido created; It took the full brunt of the cero's power and Shuuhei was left safe and unharmed, only emerging when the cero faded away to nothing. He was tired of playing around yet he refused to use his Shikai so early on, though now he was getting a hold on how his opponent fought; This was it, he knew now he had to change his battle plan. Close quarters seemed to be his weakness, so he was going to use it to his advantage. Shuuhei shunpoed off, the direction didn't matter because he hid his reiatsu so he could not be tracked; Suddenly a strange noise could be heard coming from behind Dread, it was one of Shuuhei's bands and it was about to explode. If the Espada didn't move out of the way he would be caught in the powerful blast and take damage, though that wasn't the purpose of this explosion. The only reason this explosion would occur was to give him cover, for in the smoke of the blast he would make his move. He had sensed the Captain Commander release his zanpakuto, it worried him yet offered some kind of odd comfort as well; It worried him because their leader was preparing to fight yet it comforted him because he knew the fight wouldn't last long no matter who he faced. Then he felt something else strange, it was a strong pressure and it struck him with a fear so deep it could have froze the man in his tracks but he kept his calm; Though he wondered just what this pressure was he was more focused on what he was doing currently.

Shuuhei kept his reiatsu hidden away but moved to attack with amazing speed, since the smoke was still present from the last explosion he took advantage and used what little cover it provided while he waited for the explosion he set to go off. First he appeared three feet behind the male with his zanpakuto cocked in a seventy-five degree angle, he took a slash at the Espada's back from his left shoulder down to his right hip with enough force to do some massive muscular damage if it hit; If this attack succeeded then Shuuhei would shunpo to the male's front about the same distance and attempt the same move across his chest, from there if that attack hit Shuuhei would shunpo all around the other male while keeping as close as he could so that Bolton couldn't charge his cero and attempt to perform a blitz attack against the Segunda; He was hoping to land some kind of blow and do some damage before whatever was lurking within the depths of that new and strange pressure made itself known and struck, though if Shuuhei's first or second attack missed he would simply shunpo to the other males right and prepare to defend himself from whatever attack the Espada threw. His set of actions depends on whether or not his first or second attack connects with the other male, in no way are these actions set in stone because time changes many a thing..

Subject: Re: Downtown Karakura Tue May 15, 2012 6:24 pm

(there...i improved it a bit.)

Dalaga showed no emotion in his almost pitch black eyes, even the whites were fully gone, only the iris of his left eye remained its normal color, the other was gone completely, he seemed fully unaffected by the flames though the licked in the air around him, kept away for now by his own spirit energy. His clothes waved around violently as the air was forced to and fro by all the energy flowing through the pair into the area around them, Dalaga's swords vibrating slightly in his hand from all the excess power they ran through them, he had not felt so good in a very long time. Dalaga gripped his swords somewhat tighter, his left hand blade more then the right, he would need it more shortly, the gleam of his steel from the light of the flames shone like the sun. He slowly lifted his right blade, his eyes never leaving the Captain commanders, his blades edge toward the ground while the tip slowly leveled with his nephew Zander, the flames quickly flowing toward him and swirling around his body toward the orb in his hand, he knew the damage to that hand would be severe but that mattered little, he would heal it later and none would be the wiser. Dalaga's left hand blade raised with equal speed, slow as the other but the intent was widely different, the tip leveled off with the captain commanders chest, aimed for the split where his chest met in the center.

"Your attack is impressive Captain, but to what end? It wins you nothing I am afraid, simply ending the world you so wish to protect, what is it you think that I am up to out here Captain?"

He said as his mask started to form across his face, covering up his left eye almost right away, the iris gone now as the small bone pieces formed out of the air, his eyes like pitch black pools of darkness, both of his blades heating up from the black flames that were flowing from the guard on each of the blades, instead of running across the outside they were instead being absorbed directly into the metal, the sudden burst of energy sending the flames away from him, opening a line in the fire directly between himself and the head captain, just the way he had wanted it, he wanted to end the fight here before he ever got the chance to counter, the captain commander was a dangerous opponent that could not be allowed to leave this battlefield uninjured at the least, he could become a problem later. Dalaga bent his knees as his eyes darted to the side and noticed the Gate form, the doors opening to allow the sinners into the world, perfect timing as well the captains would not be ready to face them on top of everything else, a full retreat would likely be ordered.

"I'm here...to bring Hell to the earth, to show you the futility of it all...let it all burn captain, let it all fall into the dark and death...welcome now the sinners of hell!"

He called out in a disembodied voice, his mask not having a mouth opening and had already formed over his mouth, tight to his face, he spoke using his energy a voice that boomed in the immediate area with great force. His shikais effect to cause people to lose feeling in their body was now taking effect on the captain commander, who before this had only likely felt a slight numbness in his extremity's, would now feel as though he was looking through the eyes of another, his body completely void of any feeling at all at this distance, the power difference now making this possible. His intent now clear as he flash stepped forward covering the short distance betweeen them trying to impale the captain on his blade, trying to actually slam into him with his red hot blade, the extra heat giving the blade more cutting power though not as effectively as his bankai would, letting that blade go if the attack worked so that he could use both his hands to grab hold of the other blades handle and bring it up in a great slash, meant to cleave the captain commander in half with a single blow, all of his strength going into the attempt.

Subject: Re: Downtown Karakura Thu May 17, 2012 2:06 pm

Leto, the Sin of Pride (S rank)

An eerie creaking sound would assault the ears of all within the vicinity of the gate, as the skull-adorned aperture slowly opened. Beyond the grotesque boundaries of the gate, a murky darkness – interrupted by erratic splotches of crimson – was the only thing that became immediately visible. From the gate drifted a lazy cloud of purple haze. Before, it had been slowly seeping through the slight opening; but now, as the gate opened fully, the violet vapour burst forth, acting as a sort of smokescreen. Nearby trees and other vegetation were quickly decimated; shrivelling up into emaciated shells of their former identities. The mist had noxious properties; potent enough to kill any human within seconds, and even make strong spiritual beings feel weak and uneasy. Given these facts, it was easily identifiable as Hell’s Miasma.

All was still for a moment; nothing appeared to be coming through the gate from the other side, except for the initial plume of miasma. The spots of forbidding darkness still swirled aimlessly beyond the now wide-open doors, but this was the only visible movement. Was that it? Had there been some sort of miscalculation? Had the whole process of opening Hell been pointless to start? These were just a few of the questions that would more than likely be racing through the minds of the present Shinigami and Arrancar.

After the pretence of disquieting repose, a humanoid shape – quite small in comparison to the size of the gate – became visible just inside. For any close enough to see, the figure took on the shape of a female with long spiky hair, wearing a light-coloured coat; though it looked more like a cloak due to the way that it fluttered in the wind. The true colour of her hair, eyes, and clothing; everything about the newcomer was hidden by the dense red aura that had previously been contained by the gate, and had in turn covered the girl upon its forced opening. Taking a single, pre-emptive step over the threshold, the newcomer cast a quick glance over the surrounding area. The dark orange stare swept over all of the Captains, Espada, and even the leaders of both sides as if they were not even there. Her face was devoid of any emotion.

As if something disconcerting had just occurred to her, the newcomer scowled suddenly. Really, it was not so much of a scowl as an expression of disgust. “Unnecessary, unprecedented, unwanted, unworthy… just look at this filthy world I have stepped into…” she mused; her voice sounding generally unanimated and oddly enough, bored. This mysterious figure took another step forward. Now, she was fully in the world of the living; Hell was behind her, the vast emptiness of the gate still rippled and churned fitfully behind her.

As soon as she took this step, her thick, suffocating aura burst forth, no longer contained by Hell. There was a brief flash, and the entire area within a mile or so was coated in what appeared to be a violent, red light. Of course, the light would not harm anyone – nor would any spiritually-unaware being be able to see or sense it – but it would provide a good shock to the Shinigami and Arrancar within the vicinity nonetheless. Now, with the light of the setting sun hitting the figure, the aforementioned colours were revealed. Though it was currently tinted with an orange hue due to the sunset, her hair was a distinct golden-blonde colour, and the long, tattered coat that was draped around her frame was bright red. This conspicuous appearance was the trademark of Leto, the Sin of Pride, though it was a sure fact that no one present would know this. From nearly a millennia of observation, Leto knew that a majority of the people in around her –particularly the Shinigami – would not want any entities escaping from hell. She knew to be ready for a fight. She was not exactly on the defensive, however, she had decided already that anyone who decided to raise their blade to her, would die this day.

The oxygen content in the air in various spots throughout the battlefield would begin to increase at a steady rate, though only Leto would know of this. Such a reaction was impossible to detect. It would have no adverse effects on anyone; it was what Leto planned to use this abundance of oxygen for that would carry some serious implications for anyone who was stupid enough to attack her.

She looked down at the male holding the orb, whom had apparently just lost consciousness. Somehow, she knew that this person, Zander, had been the one to open the gate, though she could not imagine why anyone would do something so stupid. Hell was not a place that one should want to travel too, nor were the beings there fit to be released into such a delicate environment. The quick decimation of the surrounding vegetation had proved that. By the looks of the situation, Leto was easily able to determine that Zander had not acted alone. She spotted Dalaga, who seemed to be the center of the crisis, with all of the Shinigami opposing him. She knew that he was the one behind it.

“If you think that you will gain anything from this, you are sadly mistaken..” she said stoicly. Truly, she had no gratitude towards him. Given a few more years, she could have broken the seal herself if she wanted; this is what she thought. “You have merely brought on the apocalypse…”

Hoho (speed) - 8
Zanjutsu (Art of the sword or weapon) - 7
Reiryoku (Spiritual energy) - 8
Kido/cero (Way of the spirit) - 4
Hakudo (Physical combat) - 7
Hankou (Resistance) - 8

Subject: Re: Downtown Karakura Thu May 17, 2012 3:29 pm

A small burst of static announced a new arrival on the scene of this fight. Tesei's distinct white masked face gave way to a smirk as he began to feel the numbness associated with Dalaga's Bankai. Giving a small laugh, he walked closer to his master, cherising the loss of feeling. Whereas others would find the feeling disorienting and strange, he found it to be a welcome addition to the lack of sight. Letting a tiny burst of reiatsu out to get his bearings, he tapped his cane on the ground.

"Sorry I'm late Lord Dalaga. Kurosaki boy slipped away and I tried to track him down when I felt this delightful numbness in my limbs. So I followed it straight to you, hoping I could make up for my loss of the boy by assisting in the slaughter that will inevitably happen here. Shall I go full power or does my lord wish me to back off for now?" Tesei asked the Vizard he called lord, an elated expression from the lack of feeling in body painting his face. He would do as his lord asked but spending a little more time in this joyous lack of feeling couldn't hurt him. Although this new arrival from the menacing gates nearby would menace and terrify just by it's aura, Tesei welcomed the feelings of despair and pain, of rage and suffering, of death and destruction.

Knowing that this fight had been kicked up a notch before he could be answered, Tesei drew the sword from within his cane and gave a small chuckle as his body turned into the black coated, wolfbone jawed, scar riddled body that he called his Resurreccion. Twirling the sword in his hands, he kept close to Dalaga, already inking whatever this was would be his doing and that it most likely would only avoid killing it's summoners. But how they managed to bring such a beast to this realm would be an unanswered question for him at this moment. Already knowing that this was the endgame for this act, Tesei questioned his lord. "Lord Dalaga, I know you believe this to be the only way but can we possibly trust this being of hell? I believe it more likely to kill us than help."

Subject: Re: Downtown Karakura Thu May 17, 2012 7:06 pm

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥Sin of Lust, Lilah/Eros♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Downtown Karakura - Page 6 Requestlustbyankokusens

As the sounds of the gate's creaking came to a stop there was quite a bit of silence as the audience gawked with dropped jaws, both Shinigami and Arrancar were most likely watching with eyes wide to see just what this event brought forth; How shocked were they when the Great Leto stepped outside Hell's bounds and into the Living world? How terrified were the little people standing in the presence of true evil? Surely they were shaking in their boots as they stared at the wide open gates and felt the tremendous power pouring forth. These thoughts made Lilah giggle and the noise echoed throughout the cave like opening which rested behind the gates, it could be heard over the residual static noise which was caused by the strong reiatsu crackling through the air; The echo made the sort of childish sound ominous and threatening, especially considering this noise was the only other thing currently which told those outside the gate that there was another presence lurking within the crimson cover the gates provided. The giggling soon subsided and a silhouette could be seen slowly gliding up to stand behind the other woman, the figure had wings, horns and a thin devils tail were the only things highlighted about the mysterious entity.

"Hey Leto-chan~ Are there any hotties out there?~" A feminine voice called to the other woman, the figure stopping to the right of the one in question whilst still keeping from the view of others; She had a clear view of the outside world which looked as if the general vicinity had rotted, she shook her head yet she truly wasn't concerned with the state of the world of the living. Due to not wanting to wait for the other female to answer her question Lilah took a step forward and made herself visible to those waiting to see who she was, her long flowing, wavy jet black hair was tossed about as she took those last couple of steps into a lighting where everything about the woman could be seen; Dressed in a tight fighting black leather halter top which carried the appearance of a corset, squeezing her form in a fitting manner and accenting her enormous bosom which gave even the most buxom of women a run for their money. Her arms covered in loose fitting black kimono like arm slims which are belted on, her black pleated mini skirt swerved with each delicate step she took forward; The heals of her matching colored thigh high boots caused small poofs of dust to form, her smooth legs visible past the fish net stockings worn for their appeal.

Her icy blue eyes glanced around at the fighters on both sides and she grinned in a mischievous manner as she drank in the vision of the men and women fighting for either side before her eyes, her grin widened into a smirk as she continued studying these people. 'Well, seems there are some hotties out here~' She thought to herself with a chuckle after she had finished looking around the scene before her, she was rather happy that the group was rather attractive in her eyes. Soon her gaze settled on Zander who appeared unconscious, coming to the same conclusion Leto before her had."Pity, such a handsome face shouldn't be kissing the dirt.~" She chuckled quietly, it was more faux concern for she didn't care if the man lived or died; It seemed as though he had served his purpose. Her eyes trailing to the man the other Sin had been looking at, she stared at him intently then glanced back around at the chaos and then back to him."Hmm...~" She muttered, she stepped closer to have a better look at the one she could safely assume was Zander's puppet master. Her icy blue, piercing gaze trailed this man's form for what felt like hours before she backed off a little bit and crossed her arms under her ample assets.

"So, he is responsible for opening the gates?" Lilah asked in what sounded like disbelief, disbelief that this man could have been capable of such a thing; Though she wasn't about to verbalize her thoughts about the power of those around her, she couldn't help but feel disappointed at the gathered strengths."Impressive..~" She whispered, her voice barely above the sound of the swift breeze which picked her hair up in its invisible embrace. She wondered if any would have heard her, but right now it didn't matter, she was just happy to see some new scenery other than the tired colors of the depths of Hell. She stopped back in her original spot to the right of Leto and stretched both her body and her large black demon wings as she basked in the sunset soaked sky which sat above their heads, she wondered if the sky was trying to threaten to cage them in by appearing as a sort of ceiling but she knew that they could break the sky if they so choose and escape the confines of this planet whenever they wished.

When she finished stretching she returned her arms to their crossed positions and faced the man whom everyone else seemed to have their attention on, her eyes narrowed slightly though her expression didn't show any real emotion; Sure she was glad they had been given the opportunity to leave their nightmare, but she wasn't exactly ready to bow down to anyone either."She's right, we bow to no one..." Lilah stated, her tone was low but it wasn't threatening, not yet anyways."Yet I'm curious, just what were you expecting ne? Were you expecting complete submission from those who wander the plains of Hell? Expecting us to look at you as though you were a savior? Well sorry to disappoint hun, we're not here to serve you.." She continued, her tone picking up volume slightly and sounded a little more menacing than when she had last spoke; She drug out the last word for dramatic effect."In fact...If you make one wrong move...We'll just kill you where you stand~"

Hoho (speed) -6
Zanjutsu (Art of the sword or weapon) -6
Reiryoku (Spiritual energy) -7
Kido/cero (Way of the spirit) -5
Hakudo (Physical combat) -5
Hankou (Resistance) -6
Points awarded:
Total points:35

Subject: Re: Downtown Karakura Fri May 18, 2012 12:01 am

(as much as i would love to respond as dalaga i know that one you guys are to far away and two hes in the middle of attacking the head captain anyway lol and im not really feeling motivated just figured i would get a post out and half ass it lol just so nobody can complain that im not posting XD )

Sin of Wrath, Silph. (Rank A)

A much larger form moved in the miasma slowly flowing from the gates, both wide and tall was the form of yet another of the deadly sins, Wrath or as he preferred to call himself, Silph. He had been waiting for this, for to long had he watched through the haze at the battling forms of shinigami, humans and the like and been unable to join in, their wrath against one another had fed him surely but it was not what he wanted, he wanted to feel their blood cover his skin as he ripped them to shreds, that should of been him tearing apart those lives but no, forever has he been trapped in that damnable place with only those who will return from death to amuse himself with, a pitiful life for one such as he. Finally after all of his waiting for this day it was here, and he could be no happier then he was at this moment, finally he could taste the flesh and blood of those mortal and spiritual creatures he had been watching all of this time.

"The air...it reeks of the past wars that tore across the lands...it still smells of the old days of Japan does it not sisters?" He said evenly as he walked out of the gate, the miasma sticking to his skin and seeping out from under his numerous chains, to show his bloodstained skin, his chains seeming to stick to only his skin but the loose ends did not hang down, they were tight as though something was still holding them in place, connected to hell to this very moment. Silph's eyes wandered, moving forward and stepping down onto Zander's leg without a second though on his way through, letting out an audible crunch emitting from the abused nephews leg, which caused Silph to smile all the wider, touching this boy showed him all of the wrath his uncle had assaulted him with over the years, how touching it was to see someone so cruel among the living, it was his favorite kind of person.

"Perhaps...this will be a fun bit of sport..." He said with a small chuckle, his hands coming up slightly, his bulky chest and arm muscles growing slightly as shadows formed around his hands, summoning a pair of blades at the site of the arrancar holding his blade, raising your weapon was a sign of battle, and none would ignore that sign if they were as pent up as he was at this moment, he needed this, he wanted to taste his flesh as he faded from life, and show him the meaning of wrath. "May I Leto, say yes, I need to feel my blade tearing into the flesh of that one..." He said hungrily his feet trying to move but for some reason held in place, as though his mind was holding back his body. The chains loosened up on his skin some, allowing him to grow even more as the energy of his sin bolstered his body for a movement, this was his time, his time!

Unlike the others he cared nothing for the squabbles of intent and where to go from there, he was the kind who lived in the now, lived for the next kill and nothing more, he wanted to spread death to everyone and everything he could, though he felt it only fair to save the one who freed him for last, he wanted to destroy even him simply for the sake of it. His energy was bursting outward, the ground below him starting to break from his increasing weight, most of his energy being pushed into his arms that was not flowing through the area, this day would be remembered as the one that the earth was painted red.

Hoho (speed) - 6
Zanjutsu (Art of the sword or weapon) - 6
Reiryoku (Spiritual energy) - 6
Kido/cero (Way of the spirit) - 4
Hakudo (Physical combat) - 7
Hankou (Resistance) - 6

Subject: Re: Downtown Karakura Sat May 19, 2012 12:51 am

(Just letting everyone know, if you have a character here, now would be greaaat time to post. >.>)

Subject: Re: Downtown Karakura Sat May 19, 2012 2:41 am

Tesei's senses exploded, for lack of a better term, when this new being tore his, or her, way into this realm via the gate that had remained completely open for more of these sins to worm their way in. Not even turning, Tesei tracked this newcomer just from hearing, the heavy footfalls suddenly giving way to a sickening crunch. No need for a reiatsu pulse, as Tesei already knew that would have been Zander's leg creating that echoing, sickening noise. The shadows around him disciplined themselves and began to weave their way over Tesei's already black body from his Resurreccion.

Turning to face Silph, Tesei could sense the shadows that had formed his weapons, along with the much larger physical build of this possible opponent. Allowing himself a moment reprieve, Tesei dipped his blade into a building's shadow, drawing the shadows to adapt and consume the weapon. Suddenly, instead of the shorter hidden cane blade, a midnight black nodachi had formed itself, Tesei's sword skills and the light weight of the near massless shadows allowing it to remain as a one handed weapon. His other hand remained empty, however a few tendrils of shadow snaked their from the floor along Tesei's body to his left arm in preparation for either the quick formation of a second blade or weapon, a surprise attack in case he was only able point the hand at this behemoth or to aid in the creation of one of his signature attacks. He didn't wish to fight without reason, but Tesei was prepared to defend himself if necessary.

A light smile crossing his face despite the massive reiatsu signatures surrounding him and the oppressing nature of that reiatsu. But to a man who could be the definition of a sinner, Tesei welcomed these feelings of wrath, but keeping them from controlling him. "So you wish to fight me? Unless you give me a good reason, such a battle would be a waste. It would accomplish no more than to weaken both of us and prevent either of us from contributing where needed. So give me a reason to take you on and I may accept." The cold, somewhat emotionless voice coming Tesei would seem out of place to some who had seen him in Hueco Mundo. But he knew the seriousness of this situation, the prospect of taking down the embodiment of a sin. Such a venture was not likely to end with himself earning only a few scratches, which is why Tesei had subtly shifted the blade to a more defensive stance to block what he thought would be an inevitable charge head on. But the shadows that were silently coating his body, he had attuned to his thoughts to allow for ease of usage. So if those chains were for more than show, he could try to neutralize them or at least counter them.

(Was gone for a bit. Would have posted sooner otherwise)

Subject: Re: Downtown Karakura Tue May 22, 2012 3:11 am

Looking around at all the fights going on in the town, Nizuna's blood bumped more and more for a fight, but none seemed to present themselves. Even with a few new arrivals, none seemed willing to fight him. From inside his head, he heard his blade whine. "Ahhhhh! And we were SO ready to cut down an enemy or two. Well, Nizu Buddy, looks like we are dull in the face of this fight. But do not fret, Friend! We are sure the others will call for you if you are needed!" Frantically exclaimed his Zanpakuto. Nodding solemnly to his forever partners, Nizuna said, more to himself than to the Captain next to him, "It seems to me that the Captain Commander has this situation under complete control. I'm sure if I'm needed, they will either scold me for not being here, or come get me. I'm not sure of which it will be, but I'm sure all will be well."

Nodding to his fellow Captain, still unsure if he even realized that Nizuna had been standing there, and he proceeded to leap off the building they were on and ran off toward the Senkaimon. I wonder if anyone back at the barracks were interested to be my Vice-Captain now. I had noticed in my Squad roster that it wasn't fulfilled. That position on my third seat. What had the previous Captain not done to have these seats actually decided. Oh well, I'm sure I will figure out something. He thought to himself, finally reaching his destination. Opening the gates, and with a roll of his neck, Nizuna stepped though the glowing doorway home.

Subject: Re: Downtown Karakura Tue May 22, 2012 6:01 pm

(Sorry didnt know where D had posted as Zander til recently)

Flissy had watched the goings on in the world and examined the landscape from the top of the building and then looked over at the others fighting among themselves or with the shingami. The one person she needed to keep an eye one was Zander and he had left her sight as had her Lord Dalaga. She disliked not being able to spot people she cared for in an instant because, it meant she was at a disadvantage and it was, very rare for her to feel this unready. Slowly she jumped down onto the ground below and left a small imprint on the road she had crashed down on before walking amongst the others, flash stepping whenever she came across a fighting pair or anyone she felt did not require her attention, this included Tesei who she was fond of but didn't wish to watch him fight as she thought it was an unfair advantage for her to see, his tactics without him being able to observe her as well.

She soon picked up the aura of Zander and watched as he clasped an orb but she could feel his energy fading and instantly rushed to his side before holding him up gently allowing him to absorb her own magical energy along with her life energy as she was desperate to protect him as he had so much potential in his future.

Subject: AKUMA AND WHO EVER ELSE WANTS TO PARTAY!! Tue May 29, 2012 8:58 pm

Food!! Decadence!!Overkill!! Drinking *Gasp* TO MUCH WATER!!!! The human world was a treat like no other!! So many people doing sooo many things to excess!! It was enough to drive a man mad.....So it was a good thing that Felix was no longer a man, and already being mad kinda made the point...well pointless. Still it had been ohh so long since Fel had a chance to sample the pleasure of the flesh and now that he was there he was eating,smoking and fucking everything he could. But like a wise man once said all goo things must come to an end and this held just as true for the immortal embodiment's of sin as it did for the average Joe on the street.

So with a sigh Felix had managed to drag him self away from his pleasure palace and proceeded to wonder the shopping district of down town Karakura. The place felt like home to to Felix, for he had never seen such a retched den of gluttony and perversion sense he had been among the truly living......Humanity had taken some rather astounding leaps and bounds in the area of pleasurable entertainment, and even Caligula would have been impressed.

Men and women alike showing more skin then ever before, Food shops on ever corner doing brisk business at all times of day and night and dens of perversion every other block....This age was truly a great age to be alive!! What was even better was the fact that everyone wanted, needed, had to have more of something. That little fact made his job...easy. In fact a little to easy for his tastes but hey that just meant he had more time to do what he wanted....to excess....His laugh at that thought could be heard for miles.

Today he wore what all cheats wore in this day and age. A fancy, over priced silk suit and tie with diamond cuff links. Okay maybe he was a little over dressed...But it was better to be over dressed then under dressed no matter the occasion, and if it made you look like a sex god...while that was something he would just have to live with.

So he walked the streets, stopping every so often to peddle his wares...Binding more and more people to him and his siblings...But he was getting bored....And he was tired of puking up little white girls for these perverts to play with....With a sigh he continued on his course hoping to run into someone, or something interesting.

Subject: Re: Downtown Karakura Thu May 31, 2012 1:34 am

Assumption:

Yamamoto held his arm out sure that his attack pushed Dalaga back into a wall. The strength of Ryujin Jakka's flames would probably evaporate the poor young man if Dalaga did not intercede and counter the flames. The reiatsu released when Ryujin Jakka emerged from the metal cage of the zanpakto could sufficate a whole metropolis from the amount of oxygen used up by the menacing flames. This being an obvious fact, Yamamoto basically knew Dalaga would have to dive down and protect his relative from the destructive force focused on the poor boy. Yamamoto stared forward with dull, almost closed eyes with a neutral facial expression because Dalaga made the game far too easy bringing in a burden. The famed Sotaicho took in a deep breath to smell the incineration which the flames would cause on whatever and whoever they hit. Yet, his eyes deceived him. It seemed as if Dalaga simply looked over at what happened and even added to the occurrence.

Yamamoto's eyes opened, not wide, just visibly open, allowing his red pupils to receive the light of the Sun and of the flames which ran rampantly about the region between Dalaga and himself. Yamamoto's expression sent the message to Dalaga, making it evident he wanted an explanation. The Head Captain of Soul Society just finished cornering his opponent, but the opponent aided the cornering. Did Dalaga hate this other person with similar reiatsu? Did this person pose a threat to Dalaga? Yamamoto invested his energy in allowing Ryujin Jakka to emerge completely from the zanpakto before he continued trying to deduce what just occurred. Yamamoto moved his right arm which held the powerful fire-based zanpakto and moved it higher to where he held it before himself at about chest level with the zanpakto held at a slant which rose near his own face. Yamamoto allowed Dalaga to aim one of the two katanas he held toward his own body, but kept his small eyes on the man. Yamamoto's whole body remained still during the ordeal, though his clothing moved from all the flames roaming about from the release of Ryujin Jakka.

As Dalaga spoke, Yamamoto completely ignored the words Dalaga spoke because the old Captain knew very well once the muscles on Dalaga's face tightened preparing to open Dalaga's mouth that Dalaga would spew worthless statements. Instead of listening, Yamamoto watched and listened to the delivery of Dalaga's message. He listened for the arrogance and confidence Dalaga had in his statements. This is only the prelude...Yamamoto saw the mask crawl onto Dalaga's face once his statements ended. Suddenly, the spike of reiatsu expected from Dalaga's transformation increased to an even higher level. Yamamoto soon noticed the warm and familiar heat from Ryujin Jakka's flames seemed to fade away, despite the flames turn in the area, melting buildings, evaporating distant clouds, and even outshining the Sun's light. A quick analysis of the situation made Yamamoto realize he did not fully understand what his attack had caused. Once Dalaga began to speak this time, Yamamoto listened, not for the message, but for the pause or indication by Dalaga that he would attack. While Dalaga spoke, Yamamoto could feel the loss of feeling, but, while his sense of touch decayed, he sensed the reiatsu pounding about him, the harbinger of a possible defeat, increment greatly. The reiatsu moved so powerfully through the area, Yamamoto could not pinpoint where it came from, and the flames of Ryujin Jakka did not give him much room to see.

Sinners of Hell... Yamamoto's grip on Ryujin Jakka tightened to where the ancient katana erupted in violent flames which now thrashed about Sotaicho. The temperature around them actually decreased despite the adding of the flames because of the nature of Ryujin Jakka. The flames quickly lost their identity of fire and reflected the Captain Commander's reiatsu, so pure and terrible it took the appearance of flames. Once Dalaga prepared to attack, Yamamoto felt a further lack of sensation on his body to where he questioned if Ryujin Jakka's hilt lay within his long fingers or not. Sweat broke from Sotaicho's brow, but he deduced the situation and knew how to repair it. As Dalaga charged forward, Yamamoto felt the large reiatsu remain stationary but continue to grow in disproportionate amounts. The strength of the reiatsu made it easy for him to identify why Yamamoto could not understand where the reiatsu arose or located itself. The immense reiatsu transcended the normal nature of reiatsu and gained an identity. Yamamoto knew he had to inquire what made this sort of reiatsu appear, so he could not engage Dalaga now. As Dalaga approached with his abnormally high speed, Yamamoto moved Ryujin Jakka while he let out a powerful yell, moving all of his upper body with full force to deflect the powerful slash coming from Dalaga, while his lower body pushed him backward using shunpo, so both the fire user's blades clashed heavily, but released quickly.

Yamamoto appeared about 50 feet from the inception point of all his worries. While Ryujin Jakka's flames dissipated from where he once stood, Yamamoto could see the Sins emerging. The first and most powerful reiatsu came from a lofty looking woman who stood at the large gate structure. The gate held many skulls and had chains wrapped about it. From the pitch black inside the gate came a purple gas which decorated the air around the other beings. The head captain knew very well the captains could not fight such enemies without respite and more information. Yamamoto's chest inflated with air while he drew the fiery sword near him. He slashed at the air with Ryujin Jakka who released a long column of fire before Yamamoto. "Everyone retreat immediately. Do not engage anyone whatsoever." Yamamoto yelled into the flames which scattered throughout the area in the form of fire butterflies which carried the Captain Commander's message.

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥Sin of Lust♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

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When Dalaga did not reply it irritated Lilah to a degree, he really must have thought of himself some sort of savior or something of the like; Though she was not quite as good as Leto at sensing egos she could still tell how arrogant this man was, like he expected them to just drop to their knees and bow to the man. This was how she saw him though, but an ego was her ally, the more she could stroke it the more possible it became for her to completely manipulate whomever she was flattering. She slowly strode back over to Dalaga and stopped when she stood directly in front of him, allowing her eyes to obviously trail over the Visoreds form; Standing a mere half a foot away from the man and not shaking in fear in the slightest, the effects of his zanpakuto not affecting her at all or they just had such a minute effect that she simply did not notice them. While her piercing icy blue gaze traveled along his body she flicked her tail with slight amusement, her mind was now churning with many an idea about just what she could do to him right now. Being cramped up in Hell for who knows how long had gotten to her and she was looking for a way to blow off some pent up energy, he seemed like the perfect plaything.

"Mmmmm-hhhmmm~" Lilah muttered, reaching out towards the man a short distance and raking one of her pointed nails along his chest. Right now she was just playing for a reaction, nothing more than toying with her victim, yet all her toying had been for naught as he seemed to just stare at her plainly through the eyes of his mask. She furrowed her brow in a displeased look, by now usually she would have caused some sort of action but she received nothing, perhaps his inner hollow had taken too much control but even then she would have gotten something. She sighed and shook her head, this was getting boring for her as he was not even trying to do anything."Shame....I thought you would have done something by now...Oh well~ Guess I'll have my fun some other way~" She giggled lightly, her right hand reaching for the hilt of her sword at what seemed like a slow pace before it reached the ice cold handle; She drew the blade from it's scabbard in the same slow pace as when she had reached for her weapon almost as if she were drawing things along for dramatic affect, when the blade finally left it's keeper she backed up a couple of feet and pointed the blade directly at Dalaga's chest but not at his heart for she had no plans to kill him just yet.

The blade seemed to glisten in the faded sunlight which filled the now orange tinted sky, it looked as if it were made of nothing but ice yet it did not show signs if melting in the intense heat which came from both Yamamoto's zanpakuto and Dalaga's. Standing just two feet from the man technically responsible for her freedom she drew back her blade in a horizontal angle, the point of the blade passing her shoulder; In one quick motion she had sliced a deep gash from Dalaga's right shoulder all the way across to his left, the wound began pouring blood as soon as it had opened, the crimson liquid pooled at his feet yet right now all he did was emit a quiet growl or hiss in pain. The lining of the wound began to freeze and turn a pale shade of blue, like the ice was preventing the wound from closing and being healed by the regenerative powers his inner hollow graced him with. This seemed to irritate the male but Lilah paid no mind, her eyes held a malicious intent, this wound was not the last; She had only just begun. In a flash of speed which rivaled the fastest of warriors either side could produce she seemed to have vanished, reappearing directly behind Dalaga, she grabbed a hold of his top and gave her wings one quick flap before she took off into the air with him being drug along behind her.

Once they were about twenty feet above the battle field she stopped and hovered whilst holding onto the struggling man, her eyes did not once leave his frame during the flight. Suddenly, she tossed Dalaga up into the air about three feet, and like a batter in a practice cage she waited till just the right moment before she made her next move; She cocked her blade back in a sixty degree angle and waited till he was just a foot from falling to the ground before she ducked down and slashed upwards at his back, launching him into the air about five more feet and three feet to the right. The wound once again began pouring blood and the lining froze over to prevent healing, another but louder hiss came from his throat. Seeing him falling she quickly sped forward and just before he fell she caught him by his top, it was almost like she was knocking him towards a goal as if he were nothing more than a soccer ball and time was running out. This was indeed the truth as the goal she was aiming him for were the gaping gates of Hell, but she would not end the game just yet, she still had some damage she wanted to inflict. Holding Dalaga out in front of her in her left hand her right hand took up a position one would see a fencer take, her sword pointed out in a straight line; She drew back her arm and took aim before she jabbed the blade straight through his stomach, causing him to couch up blood and growl in pain.

Lilah released him from her left hand and held him on the edge of her sword, it seemed as though he had fallen unconscious at this time which disappointed her, now she wouldn't even get to hear him call out in pain as she beat on him."Pitty...Now you're no longer fun...I hate when my toys break so soon after I begin playing with them.~" She chuckled in a bit of a pout, she decided that now she would end it since he was no longer worth the effort. She flapped her wings and flew up about ten feet into the air, hovering over the open gates of Hell, seeing no one coming out made this the perfect time to act, though honestly she wouldn't care if she took down someone who was just emerging from the gate. She lifted her blade and with it Dalaga's unconscious form until she held them both straight up, the tip pointing towards the sky, she took careful aim before she lifted her left foot from the reishi she was standing on and shifted her weight to her right; With a quick flick of her arm she had freed his body from her blade, the speed causing a mini sonic boom which made a crack noise as she tossed him from her sword. A splatter of blood followed as sh had shook the substance from her blade at the same time the throw was made, sending his body hurdling towards the gates, it wasn't long before the man vanished into the depths of Hell.

"Hope you enjoy your stay~" Lilah giggled, she did not care if he lived past thirty seconds once he hit the flaming ground below which sat waiting to greet his broken body with the searing heat it had stored. After watching his body fall out of sight she turned to face the large group of Espada and Shinigami alike and she drew a breath as though she were preparing to speak, her gaze fell upon Yamamoto almost as if she would specifically be addressing him with what she would say next yet the message would be for those who had the ability to hear."Let that be a lesson...We bow to no one, we will not be controlled...We cannot be defeated and we will show no mercy no matter how much you beg...We, are the Sins..Prepare to die..~" She spoke, her voice bellowing to all within the area, clearly her words were a taunt and threat all rolled into one. She sheathed her sword and crossed her arms over her ample bosom, waiting to see just what, if any, actions the group took towards her.

Hoho (speed) -6
Zanjutsu (Art of the sword or weapon) -6
Reiryoku (Spiritual energy) -7
Kido/cero (Way of the spirit) -5
Hakudo (Physical combat) -5
Hankou (Resistance) -6

Subject: Re: Downtown Karakura Thu Jun 07, 2012 2:03 am

Captain of the Ninth Division, Shuuhei Hisagi

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Since the Espada had not moved once since Shuuhei set in motion his series of attacks they all went through with no trouble, the blast from his arm band went off and did minor damage to the other male; His blade did the most damage, digging deep into Dreads flesh with each strike against him. By the time Shuuhei had finished the blitz attack he set into motion the Espada looked like a mess, blood from his wounds were staining his clothing as it rushed forth from his body and there was a crimson pool beneath the other males feet. Seeing as for now there was no need to worry about a counter attack Shuuhei shunpoed off into the distance about fifty feet from Dread, while fighting he had felt an overwhelmingly powerful reiatsu burst onto the scene, curious where it had come from he turned his head to the east and saw a pair of gates adorned with skulls and now broken chains which hung loosely upon the gates frame. His eyes went wide, though the young captain had only seen these gates maybe once or twice while purging hollow he was still able to recognize them as if he had seen them yesterday.'How did..?' Was the only thing he could think, in complete shock that someone had managed to not only summon but open the gates to Hell, more so that already at least three beings had made themselves known.

He watched as Lust brutally attacked Dalaga and threw him into the wide open gates as though it were nothing, it was like a train wreak, he did not want to watch but at the same time he could not look away; When the ordeal was over he took on a defensive stance as if he were expecting to be next but when nothing happened he felt a sense of relief, it was only then that he registered what the Head Captain had said a few moments before."Everyone retreat immediately. Do not engage anyone whatsoever." They were being ordered to pull out, now he knew things were grave, granted by now no one was truly in the right state to do any further battle, and they were all too far scattered to be of too much use right now anyway, but being told to retreat was enough to tell him that even though they had a duty to protect the lives which could be lost by these newcomers was a red alarm. Though, it would most likely be best to pull out, to regroup and come back when they were all at full strength, it still felt wrong to just leave the enemy free to ruin whatever they felt they should. Still, he was not a man to question an order, or at least not in the current situation, so he would obey first then speak when there was time. Besides, he was fairly confident he knew the answer he would receive, he was not a stupid man nor was he foreign to the rules of war, he knew logically that this was the best option but he couldn't help feeling wrong despite.

Shuuhei glanced around the area for any potential danger then looked down at his own broken form and sighed at the sight, he was a vision for sore eyes that was for sure; Gaping wounds everywhere and bruises littering the visible flesh on his bones, cuts from his last fight reopened and possibly made much worse, he looked horrific but yet he still was able to move. Looking back out towards the south Shuuhei shook himself from his thoughts and raised Kazeshini, drawing it back and concentrating for a moment before he jabbed the blade into the area in front of him, and turned it like one would turn a key in a lock. That quick motion summoned the gates of the Senkaimon which opened before him like a blooming flower on fast forward allowing a blinding white light to pour through and envelop him in it's embrace, blinking a couple times to adjust his vision to such intense stimulation he walked forward an entered into the Dangai, at least he had the relief of knowing that,for the moment, there would be no more fighting. The thought helped ease his mind as he quickly traversed the Dangai to retreat back home, home to be healed and hopefully meet up with the woman he loved.

((EXIT))

Subject: Re: Downtown Karakura Thu Jun 07, 2012 4:04 pm

Akuma Mitsukai
Standing on a rooftop, Akuma was watching all of the battles taking place in Karakura Town. There was a slight breeze blowing, making her haori blow around her. With an irritated sigh, she pulled her hood up over her head so the shadows covered her eyes. Akuma was far enough away from all the battles that she could watch all of them at once. She was a bit disappointed no new Espada had arrived for her to fight, but it might be for the best. She was keeping tabs on the battle with Shuuhei and The Dread Lord; She would feel guilty if Shuuhei had been hurt badly because Akuma was too weak to handle the opponent.

When the gates of Hell opened, revealing the miasma Akuma’s eyes widened. She had only ever seen the gate once, when she defeated an evil hollow. The figures stepped out and Akuma’s hand dropped to the hilt of her zanpaktou. Upon hearing the orders to retreat, she was reluctant to do so. Leaving these enemies free in Karakura Town wouldn’t have a good end result. But orders were orders and Akuma didn’t want to have to deal with the consequences of disobeying Head Captain Yamamoto.

Akuma drew her sword and jabbed it in front of her before turning it like she was unlocking a door. A senkaimon appeared along with a Hell Butterfly to accompany her through the Dangai. She took a step into the senkaimon and turned around to look at the Gates of Hell where a new figure was coming out. Biting her lip, Akuma turned back around and began walking back to the safety of Soul Society.

Venus- Sin of Envy

Venus was coming out of Hell, just like the other sins. She had to step over slightly as the figure of Dalaga went flying past her. As she stepped out of the gate, she looked over at Lilah and said “Watch where you’re throwing the trash, you almost got my skirt dirty.” She had her hand on her hip, with her fingers curled around the handle of her gun. Her green eyes were glaring at the sin of Lust as Venus used her other hand to brush her bangs out of her face.

She looked around the scene below her, taking note of all of the Shinigami and Espada stopping their battles to stare. “Tch,” she said, turning to face the direction of the leader of the soul reapers. Her golden curls bounced up and down with the movement, and some of them fell over her shoulder, causing her irritation to grow. “I’m assuming the boy who just got thrown into Hell is the one responsible for our newfound freedom?” she asked no one in particular.

Subject: Re: Downtown Karakura Thu Jun 07, 2012 9:29 pm

Following a ways behind the others of her kind that had come through the gates was yet another sin. She was slouched forward, eyes half lidded like she had just been woken up and was still trying to grasp reality. Her entire appearance was a bit painful to look at. Her hair had obviously been neglected, dark brown locks knotted and frayed from not being cut. The ends of her hair was drity from being stepped on do to its long length that trailed behind her. A dakr violet dress hung loosely on her bony form and a ratty fur scarf of black did not add to any appeal she might have had. The tarnish looking female turned her head to briefly take notice of the form of a man being thrown back into the gates, whisping past her with merely a few feet of space between them. Cybele was about as phased as she ever got, giving a shrug as she chose not to even wonder who he was. By the question she heard Venus ask she just assumed the envious sin was correct and that was enough for her. It seemed whatever plan that man had might not of turned out in his favor. "Pity...." as she spoke it was clear to anyone listening that said feeling was absent from the brunette.

Stepping further out she stood beside her fellow sins though kept some distance. "This is it?" Her head tilted to the side in a bit of confusin and glistening eyes of yellow and green narrowed as she looked at the destroyed buildings. She had taken interest in the living world and of everything she had ever heard this image just didn't seem right. "What happened?" she murmured in a low voice more to herself than anyone, not really caring if she received an answer or not. the more she looked around the more clues she got. There were others around besides them, some in black and some in white and with the destruction it was clear some kind of battle had taken place, one they had likely interupted by their arrival. A bit of a frown formed on her pale chapped lips and she slumped forward even more, causing messy strands of hair to fall into her face. The last thing she wanted to do was get involved in a fight and actually have to do something. Though as she continued to eye these others then Sin noticed something that caused a bit of her frown to change to a pleased, small smile. "They're running away" Cybele mused, standing up straighter.

"What now?" again her words were just above a mumble though she did expect some kind of an answer this time. They were here, in the wolrd of the living, and anyone they might have had to face seemed to be fleeing now, obviously not going to bother them. Now they could really do whatever they pleased, or so it seemed. For whatever reason they came and she doubted it was just to enjoy the lack of scenery in this place. That thought made her pout again. Surely she wouldn't have to do to much? Or so she at least hoped that would be how it was. Cybele appeared to she away a bit, wondering now if she wanted to hear orders. Dirty fingers enlaced themselves with the greasy fur of her scarf and she pulled it some so it would hide her face some, like she couldn't be seen and therefore get a break. No matter how unlikely it would be that a wish like that would be true.

Subject: "He" Arrives.... Sat Jun 09, 2012 12:14 am

Caelum x Tsukiyo
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Things were unfolding quickly. The blazing heat of Ryuujin Jakka was scorching the very air. 'Twas well known as the most powerful fire-based zanpakuto currently in existence after all, was it not? And its raging flames were still ablaze in a beautiful show of control and expertise as fiery butterflies. But then....What was that? That...that sound? Distorted and familiar, a loud almost buzzing sound echoed in the air alive with power and energy. Panel by panel, or so it might seem, a doorway opened in the realm of the Living. Descorrer, a dimensional travel ability performed only by capable higher powered beings, the dimensional portal tore open the sky above the gathered beings below amidst the burning flames that threatened to scorch the very sky. Now, who was it that would step from it? It was hard to say, nothing could be felt. Not a single trace of reiatsu could be discerned from the opened portal, yet soft resounding footfalls rang out from the newly opened gateway.

"He" Approached.

A moment passed, then another. Slowly, ever slowly, the footfalls sounded closer and closer until the makings of a figure appeared in the opening. The gentle breeze of the world around the new arrival caressed silvery-blue tresses, semi thick bangs waving without care in the face of the man, as it was shown to be. Burning amber eyes gazed with austerity down at the gathered members of the opposing factions; Shinigami, Espada, and Sinners, all standing in the area below. The fading sunlight kissed the male's skin, setting it afire with its gorgeous end of day display of light, as he finally stepped over the threshold of the dimensional rift and into the World of the Living. What...what was it about that man? That man who's eyes burned with indiscernible feeling, emotional, intention, anything, a cryptic haze of color whose vibrant pools of hue looked with critical severity. What was it that felt...different? Clad in black the being lowered with naught but the footfalls of his midnight boots stepping upon the air before standing above the one known as the Sin of Lust. His name, was Caelum.

So they had been released.

A lingering signature hung about her, one foreign and not her own. One he knew. The blood was fresh upon her blade, the scent filled his nostrils as what were revealed to be predatory slits bored into her with an unnerving intensity. Dalaga. So she had been the one. Twas she who erased his presence and reiatsu from this plane. As strong as any might have have have thought. The thought swam through his head as he swept his eyes swept over the emerging Sins of Hell.

At least he completed his task.

What was the barest hint of a smile, a smirk, mirth perhaps?, detailed his elegant countenance as he peered over to thick, heavy miasma into the pits of Hell as Dalaga was sent hurdling into its depths before turning his gaze upon the being farthest forward that was the Sin of Envy with unnerving intensity. "So, you are the Sins...?" The voice that danced from the man's full masculine lips was a smooth, low rumble, the melodic sound one that roused and excited the senses, as though his very voice carried a sort of inherent energy, power. "And you defeated my Dalaga, thrusting him into the very pit from which he released you. How interesting. Now why might you do that, was he not accommodating?" He took but another brief glance at her blade, yet still dripping the warm sap of his veins, before once more returning the attention of his vibrant pools of hue to those gathered.

And now it began.

Of course it also did not escape the attention of the male that simply their release had caused the Soutaichou, Genryuusai Yamamoto, to issue an order of retreat. And what of the Espada? His Espada. He could sense some of his realm in the general vicinity, yet what of the others? In truth, it was nothing of any great importance. When the time came, they would come.

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ＯＯＣ:// Simply a little something to get me rolling. I think I might have made it better, longer, were it not for the fact that I did not exactly know how to engage the situation and was, admittedly, too lazy to do much back-reading. A bit of a weak ending also. Ah well. At least I have begun.

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