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  1. Last week
  2. This place will always be a home away from home. Especially with this dysfunctional family

    1. Rash ラシュ

      Rash ラシュ

      Who you calling "dysfunctional" ya' degenerate?!

  3. Kuchiki halertje

    Cell-2 Rules

    its looks awesome
  4. Kuchiki halertje

    Cell-4 Commander's Office

    the people who randomly visit here sometimes *waves*
  5. Metabee

    Kyouraku Mansion

    As Metabee was thinking about the progress he made today, a sudden burst of energy came from Yoshirou as a white light enveloped him. This resulted from the Noble using the Kido's name to activate the technique which made him let out a sigh. For now the result seemed to be successful but was definitely not guaranteed and so he approached the two to once again warn them about this. Yoshirou was quick to show his excitement and described to them how his actions just felt to him which impressed JDan. Metabee too wouldn't hide that he was impressed and a thought came over him that maybe it would be the Noble who would master Kijin first. It seemed that he had some kind of aptitude for this kind of technique which would be quite fitting as he was the one who thought of it in the first place. On the other hand, maybe he was just very lucky and something bad was bound to happen sooner or later since luck wouldn't last forever. The Captain crossed his arms and spoke,'You just couldn't wait, could you? What if it went wrong? That would easily damage your nerves at best, paralysis, necrosis or death at worst. We shouldn't get ahead of ourselves.' He wasn't angry but he still believed that it would be better to refrain from using the name until they would reach the final stages since that should be the safest. While it was true that nothing would be accomplished without taking any risks, but risking a severe injury or possibility of death at this stage would be a crucial mistake. All three agreed that they were needed to lead the Shinigami forces so if one one them were to die now that would drastically lower their chances of success, which were already low to begin with. If Yoshirou was ready to admit his hastiness, Metabee would then say,'Well, at least we won't have to look for a candle at night.' The Captain then suggested calling it a day to which they agreed and took their leave. He decided that for the moment he would briefly go to his room to rest a bit and would then rejoin the other two if they wanted to hang out more so he informed them about this and headed to his room. Upon entering his room, instead of heading to his bed to rest Metabee sat on the floor and started meditating. He felt like he would need to do this quite often from now to keep a proper peace of mind, though he wasn't quite successful at that. He wasn't able to completely hold back his thoughts but was able to supress them somewhat. It was enough to do the job because if he was going to do nothing then all his negative thoughts would come back and he would probably return to his depressed state which was what he was trying to avoid. As he meditated, he felt a minor burning sensation in his chest which caught his attention. At first, he thought that perhaps it was from overusing Kijin and was a rebound effect of dark energy but at the same time he had no problems after yesterdays training and the fact that he passed his trial should have removed any possible limits on his body. His next thought was that maybe he was becoming ill from his state of mind which he couldn't quite rule out, though it didn't quite feel like it. Maybe it was simply some sort of bad premonition.
  6. Earlier
  7. Res

    The whispering Hollows

    With the blast of her cero subsiding, turning ever thinner until it finally disappeared into nothing, allowing the ever dark coloring of Hueco Mundo to return to normality, Minako's arm dropped back down to her side ever so slowly, causing the long fabric of her white sleeves to fall over her hands once more, covering them completely. There she now stood, cloaked in her white robe from head to toe, with the looming presence of her reiatsu slowly diminishing down to nothing more than the spiritual level of an average human. Her eyelids slowly fell down over her penetrating yellow eyes, dimming the light with each inch they covered, until finally sealing off her eyesight to the pale world around her. If there is one thing that Hueco Mundo was good at, it was making someone feel much like the creatures that reside inside this realm, Hollow. No breeze, no gust of air, no sound, nothing but emptiness sorrounded each vessel within this realm, no matter its size or shape. Although invisible from the outside, as her long robe did its job of hiding seemingly small movements within itself, Minako's chest slowly inflated itself with the empty air that the desert had to offer, her ribs expanding around her filling lungs, hearing small cracks and pops throughout her ribcage and spine. Truly the need to surpress oneself within this realm was rather bothersome, she could feel each and every string of muscle quake beneath her skin, aching for release. Every passing second was a struggle to not release more than a sliver of her spiritual energy throughout her body, a feeling which she had not experienced in so long. Surpressing and releasing her reiatsu was not an issue, that she had learned and become better at over the years, yet to lower ones spritual energy to such a low amount for such a period of time, it was a pain indeed. Even with the seal given to her, allowing most of her Reiryoku to be cut off, her surpression felt as if a giants foot was pressing down onto her torso. Never the less, it was a sacrifice that she chose to make, at least for a little while, in order to find this certain individual. While it was unsure if her small burst of energy reached out far enough for him to feel and follow it, she had to at least wait for a little while. To that, she was unsure of the condition of the individual, was he even still alive? Did he perhaps move on, much like she did? Either way, it was too early to make assumptions, she would haveto wait and see for now. Finally with her mind slowly clearing, Minako's lips parted slightly, allowing the pent up air to pass out between her lips. At the pace of which they had closed, her eyes opened once more, letting her glaring yellow eyes gaze upon the wasteland yet again. The girl would slowly turn her head from left to right, as if scanning the battlefield for something, yet not finding whatever it was. Perhaps she would be able to pass the time with some memories, brought back to life in a small, but seemingly living fashion, that may make things move along. But where to start? There were so many memories to choose from, yet they all seemed so very distant, so old....truly she had almost forgotten how many years it had been. There were definite cracks and pieces missing within these memories, like an ancient broken wall, showing off its story, yet time had left its cracks upon it. Minako's head eventually raised up from her thoughts and it seemed as though the battlefield around her started returning to live. But this life...it was different...it was fake....the particles of sand and rock sorrounding and within the battlefield all semed to turn to life, in unison they lifted up off of the ground beneath, almost as if lifted up by a sudden gust of air. All around Minako the sand and rock began to form together, seemingly recreating an age old battle that had taken place long ago. Hollows were shaped within the battlefield, in all shapes and sizes, fighting against one another in a struggle for an empty hunger. Though silent was this battle, Minako could hear their voices within her head, while she traveled across the battlefield, gazing upon the different forms doing battle. It seemed as though endless, if one fell, another took its place, creating the illusion of constant blood flow across the pale white sand. However, the battle was stopped in a sudden motion of black matter, forming together in a mass and towering into the sky. Two Menos Grande formed within this battlefield, ending its bloody match once and for all. Minako stepped forward, gazing up upon the two creatures, while they slowly crumbled back into sand and rock, dropping down onto the floor beneath. The dust did not settle for long however, as it rather quickly reshaped itself, raising up the masts of a large, pale ship, seemingly rising from the ground below. The ship glided across the rocky surface of the ground, carried and pushed on by seemingly nothing. Upon its pale deck, a crew tumbled about, scrubbing off the floor, climbing its ropes and masts, with one particular character standing out. It was a rather tall, yet broad fellow, a large hat atop his head and a wild, long beard around his neck, down to his chest. The creature walked across the deck, as if strutting, with his red coat standing out amongst the white background. The ship sailed past Minako at a reasonable pace, blowing across a few hundred meters on the battlefield, before returning crackling and crumbles to pieces once more. But there was one more thing that seemed to form out of the sand, this time causing the rubble to float and levitate above the ground. The sand and rocks formed an island of sorts, floating in the air as if suspended by a thread. An interesting location this was, Minako thought, stepping closer to the island, which was of course in a much smaller scale than what it used to be. She could make out a few creatures flying about the island, hollows, yet with wings...harpies of sort. They seemingly roamed the island freely, landing and moving within the many cave-like entrances that the place provided. The inside of the island was not visible, but it was known, of course, to certain individuals. Alas, her wait had seemingly paid off. Minako's creations once more crumbled and turned to dust, scattering across the battlefield and turning into nothing but sand beneath her feet once more. Yet, this did not matter much, as something different was approaching. While her little spark of energy had surprisngly not gained the attention of the sorrounding Hollows, it had however...effected something, or someone. The spiritual energy levels were low....very low....too low to be that of a hollows. Though since only hollows roamed this plain, there could only be one cause for this low amount of spiritual energy....surpression. But surprisingly it didn't take much of figuring out on who was coming...his spiritual energy, as low as it may have been, already told his tale. She could feel it creeping closer and closer to her...not in view yet...there were miles between them...yet she could feel him approaching from behind her...this would get interesting.
  8. Draka

    The whispering Hollows

    What is the worst one can do.. Murder, which kills the heart until becomes it becomes as void as in Hollows. Torture, which makes a prisoner of the mind, to the pain of the flesh, robbing it's faint amount of choice. Slavery, which diminishes others by senseless standards and inflates oneself into abandoning worldly values in favor of one's own. Vengeance, which punishes with blindness to consequences, bringing soothing to the self and suffering to those familiar with the avenger and culprit both... Some humans once philosophized that the depths of hell were reserved for traitors, those who abandon the reliance placed on them by another. Perhaps because, the fear of being betrayed, the fear of unseen threats that experience, despite their invisibility, still tells us is there.. That fear, is rooted in truths of everyday life, and so is the knowledge of how fragile trust is to these unseen threats of slights, large and small, that might unravel that fear. Long ago.. So very long ago now, there lived a boy that was made a man by the tragedy of senseless misfortune. He trusted no-one and never opened his heart, fearing that loss of control over what trust he had given to another person, would lead him to suffer. That unreal flames of fear for doing anything, after being betrayed, would burn him away and make naught more of him, but a husk... But, men and ideals, do not mix well with one another. And like myths of old, where does running from fate lead back too that fate, as though by the work of a god's will to keep him imprisoned.. And indeed, he burnt up in an inner fire of the soul - an azure blaze that took away half the heart - all because he forgot that it is not people that betray others. Rather, it is circumstances, that changes what one trusts away from what it use to be. Alas, a fruitless tale, as were any that served a purpose, rather than serving the story's subject. The curse of fabrication. The lifelessness of a focused mind, trying to mimic something chaotic. And failing. Even the subject coming to see the smooth lines of design... Beckoning the cruel question. If tragedy had made a monster, one guilty of many more sins than be the monster worth forgiveness, and were that monster's tragedy a design. Does this meaning something new?.. A glimmer of hope, the possibility for changing by breaking the design, and the fear that such would merely be a wasted effort. Even then.. Either the past is a lie, leaving a shell out of the monster, or, the past is as true as before and a monster is absolute, regardless of choice. A thought like that, exists in a place. A place without walls, but merely dense rock spanning nearly forever, and no doors for lack of one needing to be designed. In a place where need light not be, for there being no pairings of living things to see one-another, and no changes to make an endless passage of time bearable.. In such a place sits one the like of which has nothing to offer, nothing to gift and no sense of hope.. Only two kinds of beings exist merely to be in such a place. Those blissful in sleep, and those waiting. Somewhere, beneath the desert sand, rested a cave. One which walls was made of a black, crystal matter alike that of the black quartz pillars, found upon the surface of the desert. It's floor cracked open in numerous locations in which blue crystals rose, their forms radiating the faintest flicker, alike ever burning blue flames. Near an enormous arc, formed of black quartz and covered in carvings of symbols, sat a Hollow upon the ground with one set of clawed fingers clutching a long staff, standing like a pole and with a curved blade for a flag. Through miles upon miles of stone, a shock reverberated onward, struggling. It's force caused nearly only a grain of dust to shift upon the black wall and fall, while the Reiatsu did not even manage that cut through the odd material that guarded this tomb.. And yet, did something else carry through, stirring the Hollow to open it's eyes amidst the utter darkness. The faint glow of his eyes dimmed as they narrowed with his focusing, silent minutes passing as the Hollow's mind properly woke from the long slumber. The cold blaze of the eclipsed blue suns, that were his eyes, starred into the distance without change as began life to slowly grasp the statue-like figure upon the ground. His breath seeped out between the pale white teeth of his mask, causing tussles of long black hair hanging down over his mask to slightly sway forward. A low snap reverberated through the room as he cracked his neck, brushing a horn over the shriveled gray flesh of his chest. His jaw dropped slightly, instinctual trying to speak, yet his muscles seemed still sore and his throat dried in the cold air, only hissing out a low groan. "I see.." his voice sounded within his mind, his eyes slightly widening as his mind began to connect with the flesh of his form. "How long- No.. Pointless.." His thoughts wandered as flooded his memories too him, soon followed by a sense of his last few thoughts before surrendering himself to slumbering within this place, the home he'd built so very long ago, bare the condensed and rich experience to follow his Arrancarization. Still, it calmed him to waken here, with the familiar site to remind him of the parts of his core never to change. His eyes slowly shifted across the inky sclera of his eye, the black pupil compressing as his returning senses looking off into an impossibly long distance. Towards the feeling that had stirred him from his wait.. Even in this place, were does the cavern rock kill any shock and the strange stone practically block Reiatsu, could some very few things still reach him. Despite the passage of time, his abilities had clearly not dulled, the small fragment of himself having survived the passage of time. "Which.." his voice spoke said aloud, rough like the grating walls of his place. Which indeed. His feeling of intention and this energy.. There was little mistaking her for anyone else. However long since he'd last felt this presence, his instincts wouldn't allow him to forget that presence which he had felt practically every day for years on end. A slow sigh left him at the thought, knowing too well that of all people, his expectations never seemed to meet with her kind of thinking. If he could be said to have been gifted a mind for making sense of things, than surely she'd been gifted one immune to being made sense of. His tall frame rose from the floor with the echo of clacking hooves, his knee's long black mane casting off the layer of dust upon it. The base of the staff-like handle in his grasp screeched across the floor as he took a step into the darkness, his eye lifting to look up with thoughts still flowing about his mind, despite his better judgment. It were for the best to merely ask himself. Her tune, were perhaps the only of which he didn't mind occasionally being lead by, despite his hatred for surrendering to such things. ---------------------- A spear of sand struck through into the sky upon the desert floor, falling apart into a pale gray hail as dropping around the Hollow. His pupil moved to the edge of his eye, looking down through the rift in the rock besides his feet and into the cavern, as moonlight gave some small amount of detail to the massive space hidden beneath the sands. Sliding back over the black sclera, they set themselves on the distance ahead, as did he, stepping across the desert floor with naught but the further outskirts of Hueco Mundo around him, silent and nearly empty. Slowly, the rock he'd broken began to darken to a pitch black and creep together into a mass over the small opening. As faded the texture soon again, the stone seemed as though never broken.. She'd have to wait a little while. Take some time to get her thoughts straight about this odd summons. All the while, his mind would gradually recover through the long trek across the endless desert.. They'd might even have some shared sense of what to expect from one another at the end of that. The thought was barely formed, but a long sigh left him and he shook his head slightly, thinking upon his error. Truly his mind weren't yet woken, if thoughts like that were the first to surface to his mind. The little sparks of thoughtless feelings, like annoyance or distressing tension, that would on occasion try to pull the mind away from deeper things.. ---------------------- It had been some several hours or so, before his mind adjusted to notice. His eyes ran down his shape, the pale flesh of a form from which had come the odd title that had some thought him somehow more fitting than that from which it likely originated, the Shinigami. True, it were not one she were accustomed to. It had dawned on him a few times now, minutes of passage giving rise to distractions as old thoughts came to the surface of his mind, causing him to dismiss the small matter until now.. With a thought, the black of his eyes spread over his mask, creeping onto his skin as in it's wake was left a featureless dark figure with barely a defining ridge to show. The black mane crawled back along itself, shortening until did it barely reach past the shoulders of the humanoid figure still changing as continued it on it's march. Black tatters clinging too him grew into long open robes and sleeves, splitting apart into layers whilst grayish lining formed at the edges as it tore into the shape of a dark uniform. A small bluish gem formed upon the end of the sheathed black blade that had been the man-sized scythe he carried, just in time for details to finish their manifestation upon the clothing of the figure, followed swiftly by the retreating blackness across form giving view of pale-white skin, contrasted by facial hair and as inky black as the black pools he now possessed for eyes. With the passing thought resolved, his mind started to quiet a bit. The desert had little in the way of changes that invited new ideas, say for the minds that would create from nothing, rather than make out of something. His mind saw merely the 'who' of whom he was finally approaching now, wondering perhaps one small thing about the odd meeting. Hours upon hours passed, likely more than he were aware, she'd have waited while he had approached with his Reiatsu (as ever) barely the level of a human. Set to wait amidst these outskirts and it's wandering Hollow, would she have lost patience with the waiting by this time or had perhaps that trait improved in her.. His eyes climbed out of their unfocused stare towards the difference, as had the shape of some pit in the sand started to become apparent.
  9. Yoshirou (Kyōraku)

    Kyouraku Mansion

    Determination… that was the driving force fueling JDan as he relentlessly practiced. He pushed himself to the limit and beyond repeatedly as he fought tooth and nail to catch up to his peers. Low and behold it was drastically paying off. At first he was only able to sustain Kijin for roughly thirty seconds but now he could do so for well over five minutes at a time. An important thing he learned throughout the day was that his maximum time in Kijin would be shorten the more he used Kido in this state. Unfortunately it was a significant decrease in time too; on average it was about minute less per kido but even this beat yesterday’s progress were he wasn’t able to do it at all. It wasn’t as late in the day as it has usually been when JDan found himself unable to continue training due to exhaustion. He laid on the floor in a buddle of sweat with a smile on his face. It might not have been comparable to the others but he was happy with his achievements. In fact if it weren’t for pair that he trained with, JDan would have been considered a monster due to his impressive progression in the new Arts. Recuperated enough JDan sits up turning his attention to the others. Like the monsters they were, they were still going at it so he decided to meditate for while. Yoshirou had met with an astonishing amount of success today. To not only be able to launch a kido through your Zanpakuto but also without an incantation was miraculous accomplishment. There was one thought that played on his mind like a broken record, “I must get stronger in order to protect those important!” As cliché as it sounds it was a powerful driving force that pushed one to get better in times of uncertainty. There was no doubt that they were all getting stronger. Yoshirou could effortlessly destroy the self-healing training bots using low-level kido in his Kijin state. But even still, Yoshi was seeking to push the envelope even further… “Its time to give it a try,” the Noble thought to himself as once again he began to clear his mind, while taking a simple stance with his swords. His train of thought was now fixed on one goal and one goal only. The hairs on the back of JDan’s neck stood up as the atmosphere around him suddenly changed, causing him to look in a particular direction. “Kijin," stated Yoshirou as if manifesting his willpower into words. Instantly the purest of light erupts all around him, engulfing his entire body. A light so bright so intense that if this was another story it would be capable of turning the undead. The warmth giving off was comforting to his allies but an enemy wouldn't be so lucky as the overbearing heat seemed to reach the depths of there souls. Seconds later the light subsides revealing Yoshirou, whose long hair effortlessly floated behind him. From head to toe he was surrounded by an aura of brilliant white light. “It feels like lightning is flowing through my veins,” he thinks being a little 'high' off the power since it was his first time. As he assessed himself he noticed the aura surrounding his body dancing and flickering around him much like solar flares do around stars. It was a thing of beauty or a thing of death depending one's point of view but both were true. After a few moments Yoshirou cancels Kijin, feeling it to be to unsafe to actually test in indoors at the moment. He immediately notices the other two gazing at him so he approaches them. “Metabee, JDan it worked, it really worked!” he says with a smile on his face that clearly stated his satisfaction. “Not only by stating its name does it require less energy and time to activate but the results were magnified as well. Its been a long long time since I felt a new powerful energy flow through my body. It felt no different than achieving a new state in Zanpakuto for the first time.” “It certainly looked impressive and overpowering,” JDan comments. “How long do you think you could maintain that state?” “That’s hard to say. The initial power ‘high’ was intoxicating, for a split second it felt like I could stay that way forever. But realistically… maybe a third of the time I can maintain Shikai give or take a little,” he says purely guessing. “Wow that much already!?! I’m jealous,” teases JDan. “I am honestly not sure. It will take some more time and practice before I know the extent of it,” Yoshi replied. Next was Metabee’s turn to respond and after which he suggested they take a break for the day. Yoshirou and JDan agreed so the trio began to take their leave.
  10. Metabee

    Kyouraku Mansion

    It took him many tries but Metabee eventually managed to lift the training bot without damaging it. At first, with each try the head was completely destroyed and with more tries this got better as he started to lift it successfuly but not without the claws digging deep into the head. The more he worked on it the less damage the bot took on until eventually it was picked up without a single scratch each time. It may not seem like much but this itself took considerable effort which made him have a longer rest. He thought that once he got the picking up right he could move onto attacking but the more he thought about it the less probable that seemed. Being able to extend his reach like this not only improved his attack but also his flexibility. He could use the claws to latch onto a boulder or a tree and pull himself in to dodge attacks but to do that he had to make sure that he wouldn't break whatever he wanted to latch onto otherwise it would be pointless. Another strategy he thought of was to blindside his opponents. Even if the claw attack missed he wanted to manipulate it to curve around and then pierce the target's back but to do that he had do make sure that he had good control over the energy because so far whenever he made too big of a movement the energy dispersed. Once Metabee felt that he was able to continue he again changed his training. This time he wanted to stack the bots on top of each other which would still involve the first stage of having to pick them up but now it would require more control in order to balance them otherwise they would just fall straight away, which they did. Forget three bots, he struggled to even put the second one on top of the first. Each new step proved to be a real test and he was sure that applied to the whole group. If Captain level Shinigami had trouble with the 'basic' actions in this mode then how long would it take for an ordinary Shinigami to truly master this technique? He wasn't very fonds of those odds but he knew that Kijin was a technique that only a certain few would be able to truly master while most would be stuck at an incomplete level. However, even an incomplete technique can be mastered to a high level so perhaps that would even things out. After just as many tries as the lifting stage and even more after that he was not a single bit closer than when he started. Metabee didn't even manage to stack two training bots together. However, he started thinking that maybe he set himself an impossible task to begin with. While the bots remained perfectly still they possessed a humanoid shape which is far from ideal for this sort of exercise. That's why using simpler things like blocks akin to a childrens puzzle would have been much simpler and yielded him more results than what he attempted. However, he didn't feel like it was a complete waste of time. Most of this training was trial and error to begin with and his control over the claw improved which allowed him to perform more delicate movements. With this realisation, rather than moving onto something new Metabee looked to the other two if they wanted to finish up for the day as he wanted to properly absorb what he has learned today as covering too many things would cause even more mistakes. However, if the two still wanted to continue Metabee would continue his lifting training though this time he will use his left hand instead of right.
  11. Yoshirou (Kyōraku)

    Kyouraku Mansion

    Both Yoshirou and JDan were rigorously training. The Head Noble swung his sword releasing a kido for the umpteenth time; sometimes through a single Zanpakuto, others through both of them. Each time he did he called out the Kido’s name and an instant later a training bot or two was seen having to reconstitute itself yet again. After keeping to this same routine for about half the day Yoshirou was ready and now confident in pressing forward, his next goal – to silently cast Kido while using Kijin. Yoshirou sheathes one of his weapons putting all his concentration into a single Zanpakuto instead of splitting it between the two. He then widens his feet, though he keeps an offensive stance, while bringing his sword high above his head. His concentration becomes fuel and his focus a fire that cannot be extinguished. The atmosphere around him condenses and crackles as his ‘will’ began to put off a formidable pressure of its own. Yoshirou exhales releasing all the built up pressure, while simultaneously his sword descends to the earth. Without a word an altered Sokatsui rocketed forth from the blade of Yoshi’s Zanpakuto. The enormous arch of energy screeched forward as it scarred the ground as it traveled. The Sokatsui exploded upon contact with the training bot completely destroying it as well as damaging the bots on either side of it. “Success,” mutters Yoshirou before collapsing out of exhaustion. Like multiple times already this morning he had depleted all his energy and needed a break to recoup some, but it was worth if as he progressed by leaps and bounds.
  12. Res

    The whispering Hollows

    She shook the thought of Las Noches off of her mind, even though she had seemed to rest on it for so long. The yellow eyes that peered through the small slit in her head cover shifted across the white dunes of the vast desert in front of her. The empty void once more capturing her attention, though this time, for not more than a moment. Her right foot raised from the white sand, several strains of sand falling down from its sole to become one with the ground once more, while Minako moved on down the pale dune, further into the forsaken desert. Dune after dune, pit after pit, her travel worthy of a timelapse, ever unchanging, the desert seemed oh so dead this time around. Her first steps through this land had been filled with grief and horror, despair and sadness...though that was not the only thing different from then to now. While she felt none of the implied emotions at the current moment, there was something different...something missing. She had not traveled as a single soul throughout this desert before, but instead was always accompanied by one or more individuals. While she had made quite the few contacts in this barren land, there was one that stood out, one that had walked along side her for much longer than the others...one that had shared more with her than the others...one that could not be different...and yet they had shared such a similar fate. Yet even so, they had departed from one another a long...long time ago..and the pale female was unsure of the whereabouts...and the state..of this individual. But perhaps, maybe, just maybe, she could change that and for maybe a short while, share another moment with them. But for that to happen, the girl would haveto go to a place that....honestly, she had almost forgotten about. She wasn't too sure that this place would work...they had been there but once....and it was the first act of violence the two of them had experienced...yet it was also the first change...transformation if you will...that they experienced together there. Alas the place she had to find was nothing more than a field of sand...yet it held enough spiritual energy that she was sure to find it...for even with the souls of the deceased gone, a battlefield always lingers more energy than other places. Perhaps considering that Hueco Mundo itself was a battlefield, it may be a hard task to find this place...but, the place was different. All those hollows....those Menos Grande...they had been lured there for a reason. This place was of higher spiritual energy than other places within Hueco Mundo and that was going to help her find it. Indeed, thanks to Minakos capabilities of feeling Reiatsu and spiritual energy, honed by training done over the years, it was simple to distinguish between places of lower and higher spiritual energy...attracting all those forsaken hollows...to fight in an endless fight for grief. But it was their struggle that would lead her to it...to the place that started their travels...she could feel it pulsing within her...no place was alike the other...and this one stood out...for their own spiritual energy was mixed with it. The dunes passed, the crimson moon stood high in the sky, the calling grew closer...and closer...until.. One last sand dune...that the cloaked individual stepped ontop....revealed the battlefield that she had searched for. An empty pit, a crater of hardened white sand and rock, sprawling across the distance of several miles. Feint...yet silently there...the quiet cries, the Reiatsu of those that had fallen there, those that had evolved...it echoed throughout this battlefield. IT was a place of great burden, of great violence...of great memory. Minako wasted not a second and within but a few steps, her feet had touched the hardened floor of this field. With each step that she took next, she felt the surge of energy sprawl throughout her body, clinging onto her like the blood magic of this realm....That was perhaps it...this may be one of the places that this dimension had created to test its nature....its oh so violent nature. To sieve out the weak and let only the strong remain, it was a testing ground and those that failed the test were forever forsaken. None the less, Minako was one of the individuals who had passed its test long ago and yet she found herself in the middle of the battlefield once more. But this place, as wicked as it was, it was perfect. It was the place of their first test, the place of their first evolution, their first fight...and slaughter. If anything, it was the place he would feel more attracted to...a place of violence...fitting for his name. "I don't know if you're out there.......I don't know if you're still alive...." The words came out as a whisper to herself, yet a seeming echo throughout this empty warzone. The bits and pieces of rock and sand that were laying about did not do good at dampening movement or words...and they were probably the only thing living that this place had heard for a long time. "But......if you are......." It seemed as if the words left her lips almost quaking, trembling....all while Minako's right hand slowly shifted out from beneath the white robe, her arm raising up straight into the air, causing the fabric of her robe to slightly nudge down to her wrist, exposing her pale hand to the empty air of Hueco Mundo. Her hand was almost clenched into a fist, except for her thumb and index finger. The two fingers were extended out, as if doing a finger pistol gesture straight up into the sky. It was then that a small, yellow orb formed at the tip of Minakos index finger. The ball grew no larger than the size of a golf ball, glowing and shimmering with its bright yellow light, as if a small sun had appeared in the land of the Hollows. Her eyes shifting up into the sky with her chin tilting back to stare up into the empty void, and chiseled crescent moon. The females lips parted once more, words leaving her mouth in a more familiar, slowly growing unshaken tone: "Then....allow this to be a signal for you........Reaper of Hueco Mundo......." Her words grew faint in the end, with the last ones crawling out in a loud whispering tone. The ball of concentrated energy seemed to pulse and twist, as if cast by a nervous source of power. Yet to truly call upon an individual...she would haveto release enough energy to drown out the white desert around her...for many miles to come.....and it was at this moment that she decided to, if only for a brief moment, show her power...the power...of an Ex-Espada. "Cero......Oscuras" The words had barely left her lips, before the inside of the yellow ball had turned pitch black, sparking and pulsing with energy. It was only moments later, before said energy released itself from her finger, errupting into a large, black and yellow cone shape, shooting up into the sky within but a second. The battlefield around her lit up in its bright yellow light, smoking from the sheer energy errupting from the females finger. Sand and rocks were blasted back and into the air by its force, clearing the field around her from all particles of loose debris. The blast lasted for around 20 seconds, enough time to send out massive waves of Reiatsu across the desert and if her presence wasn't known yet...anyone around would surely know of it now...yet that was the point. But now, the waiting game began, as Minakos hand dropped back down to her side, covered up by her robe. If anything, the Reiatsu would scare off any Hollows with a little bit of sense...even though it would possibly attract stronger ones....yet, that really wasn't an issue for her. OOC: Voice color code: #33ccff
  13. Metabee

    Kyouraku Mansion

    Metabee continued his training by getting some training bots and setting them on idle mode so that he could punch and kick them to his satisfaction. Figuring out the optimal shape of his energy would be the last step so before that he had to figure out many things. The Captain started with seeing the difference to his close combat ability when he was clad with energy. Even though this was meant to be a defensive aspect there were many ways to use your defense offensively, besides the dark element was never one for defense to begin with. Even though the other two said that they could be sparring partners when they were clad in energy he first wanted to have more control so that they wouldn't be injured which is why he started with the bots. He could see that his attacks packed more punch since he was clad in thick energy so it gave more impact and upon closer inspection he deduced that if he was to do a full strength punch it was probably enough to crack bones so he was glad he started with the bots. Just like the day before, Metabee let out many attacks with various strength behind them to try to get used to it and made a mental note each time. For now he would have to hold back quite a bit if he was to spar but against a real opponent he would still have to control his own strength not to hurt himself as well but in that case hurting his opponent would be his goal. Once he was satisfied, the Captain decided to move onto something else. Yoshirou wanted to fire off Kido from anywhere in his body which was useful but it would consume more energy so he took a step back and thought about basic attacks. Would it be possible to make a physical attack if it wasn't with your fists, legs or weapon? Theoretically, it should be since by definition the energy was an extension of his body. That means all he had to do was manipulate his energy into an attack, but how to do that? The simplest method that came to his mind was simply to extend his limbs. If your opponent can't get close because your range is too big that itself was an advantage. He put out his right hand and aimed at one of the training bots and then began focusing energy on his hand. Under his energy manipulation, the energy that was a bit like a formeless blob turned into what looked like claws around his fingers but the rest stayed the same. The claw then started moving forward as it extended from his real hand as it squirmed in the air almost like a snake but before it got too far it dispersed. He let out a sigh. Maintaining its shape and extending it away from his body currently required a lot of focus so if he lost focus the energy simply disappeared and returned to its normal length. Furthermore, he could feel that because he put so much focus on his hand the energy covering the rest of his body became considerably weaker. That wasn't something that he could solve in a matter of hours or a day. He would have to practice a lot to eliminate these flaws. After a couple of tries he finally managed to get the hand close enough to the bot to be able to do something. Before making any sort of complicated movements he first wanted to try to lift it. As Metabee moved his real fingers the energy fingers also moved accordingly so he lowered the hand over its head and made a grabbing motion with his hand but as he did the energy fingers dug into the head of the bot and crushed it like a melon. This made him lose focus and the hand disappeared. Since the energy wasn't his actual hand he didn't know the strength behind it and it would be harder to control. It was just like he thought. Even though they made a lot of progress it brought even more problems with it. Metabee kept up this exercise as his first challenge was just to lift the bot without damaging it and only once he succeeded at that would he move onto trying to attack with it.
  14. Yoshirou (Kyōraku)

    Kyouraku Mansion

    With breakfast out the way the majority of the clan headed off to training but this wasn’t the case for a particular pair. They were both up well before the crack of dawn preparing for their departure. Although most of their preparations were done the night before there was still couple of things to go over. It didn’t take long though and with their checklist completed Teschma and Nero set off on their first official mission for the Head of the Kyoraku Clan… As usual once the trio made it to the training grounds, they went to their designated area, and resumed where they previously left off. Compared to the others JDan was behind but he didn’t let this discourage him. He had heart and wouldn’t give up so easily. Even if the others master Kijin before him he will continue until he had accomplish what he set out to do. For now it was his control and consumption of energy that held him back so that’s exactly where he started. Yoshirou had a set training plan today but once he made it to the training area he found himself almost skipping to the end. After their discussion last night he couldn’t help it and he wanted to know what would happen, if anything, when he called out Kijin. “Ki…” he started but stopped himself as he regained control on his enthusiasm. No, so far things were going smoothly without a hitch and to throw a curb ball now could be detrimental. Reining in his emotions Yoshirou stuck to his plan. First he would pick up where he left off the day before, which was launching kidos through his Zanpakuto. After a little warm up if things were still going smoothly he would attempt to do so without stating the kido’s name. Only at the end of the day if things were still progressing well would he attempt to use Kijin by stating his name.
  15. Metabee

    Kyouraku Mansion

    Metabee woke up at his usual time feeling rested and all his fatigue from the previous day gone. The schedule today would be same as yesterday where shortly after breakfast they would continue their training on Kijin and after that he wanted to try and visit one or two more squads. His first step was his normal daily routine which was to have a shower and wash himself before getting dressed and leaving. Just like the previous night they met each other in the dining hall and sat together. There was a small discussion here and there but since they covered all the important topics yesterday no new topics have been brought forward and they took a more relaxed approach since they didn’t want to start the day on a negative note. After breakfast was finished and everyone was satisfied, they headed to the training grounds and Metabee took his usual spot. The previous day his training simply focused on his Zanpakuto cutting ability but today he wanted to move onto something different. Yesterday Yoshirou was the one to try firing off Kido from his Zanpakuto but he thought that for now he would leave that to the Noble while he worked out different things and then they would share at the end of the day. It seemed like a much more efficient method. That’s why today he wanted to focus more on the defensive aspect by covering his body with energy. The first difficult tasked that he faced was actually to cover his body with energy. This was because it wasn’t the same as simply releasing your spiritual pressure and so he had to try harder than that. JDan and Yoshirou already had a lot of practice with this since that was what they focused on from the beginning but Metabee went with his Zanpakuto so this was his first try. He closed his eyes and focused himself before starting. Just like before first he gathered his dark spirit energy using the same visual image of a black circle with purple flames forming the circumference. Up to that point he had no problems but now he wasn’t going to be firing a Kido at someone but covering his entire body with it. He used the method he knew best and sort of just let it leak out slowly. That way he didn’t damage his body at all and he got the result he wanted, partly. Using this method would take way too long so it had no effectiveness in real battle. Before he could move onto other things he knew that he would have to master this step first otherwise learning the more complicated things would be pointless. That’s why for the first half of the day Metabee was simply trying to get a hang off ‘turning it on and off again.’ By that point, instead of letting it leak he let it burst forth from within which was much faster and only took 5 seconds to cover his entire body. Currently, it did not look like anything special as Metabee’s body was simply cloaked in purple energy which didn’t have any special attributes apart from being quite thick. However, he knew this was only because it was the beginning so its form would look much different in the end. Kido, and especially Bakudo were always used in a specific form or shape and finding his optimal shape is what he wanted to find.
  16. Yoshirou (Kyōraku)

    Kyouraku Mansion

    With dinner over Metabee was the first to leave. Yoshirou had wanted to invite him to this meeting but missed his chance to do so. Perhaps this was the way it was meant to play out. Meta looked tired and could use some rest and there wasn’t much advising to be done so it was best not to needlessly burden him right now. Yoshirou turned his attention to JDan, stopping him before he could get too far away. “JDan have Harold escort Teschma and Nero to my office once there done with dinner.” “I will do so,” stated JDan as he nodded and took his leave. Yoshirou immediately headed to his office; doing some paper work while waiting on his guests. Only fifteen to twenty minutes, or so, passed before the Noble was rescued by a knock at the door followed by Harold’s voice. “Lord Kyoraku, Teschma and Nero are here to see you.” Yoshi set the paperwork, which he had been tediously working on, down and stood inviting them all in. Given the go ahead Harold opens the door and gestures for the others to enter. Yoshi greets his guests before dismissing the head butler. “Thanks Harold. Now if you would be so kind and stay close I wish to speak with you next. I’ll have a task for you to carry out.” “Of course my lord,” replied Harold bowing then closing the door. It had been a while since lord Kyoraku asked him to do something personally so he was very curious as to what it could be. For the first few minutes Yoshirou and the others carried on with small talk, discussing things like – how was your stay so far and what do you think of the food, as well as a few other things. But after addressing all the pleasantries they got down to the main topic at hand. “I’m glad to hear that your stay so far has been a delightful one. It’s been an honor to have not just the last of your group here but its very finest at that. I’d be lying though if I said I wasn’t eager to hear the outcome you two decided on,” states Yoshirou. Previously Yoshi offered them both a place in his clan as well as a ranking position in the Gotei 13 in exchange for a series of missions he wished them to undertake. Nero turned and nodded his head at Teschma confirming that he was still ok with the answer they have come to. “Ok then,” says Tesch redirecting his gaze back and the esteemed Noble. “What you ask is no easy task and this grand plan of yours seems out right ludicrous. My initial assessment of you is that you were a madman with more than a few screws loose. Honestly, the plan was to enjoy your fancy hospitality and split once it came down to it; I mean how could we agree with the nonsense that we were hearing. And if any of the things you were saying about this new threat from Hell were true, why wouldn’t we want to enjoy our ‘retirement’ better elsewhere?” Tesch paused long enough to take a deep breath then continued. “But then we walked amongst your streets and spent time with your people. It quickly became abundantly clear why you would go to such great lengths to protect them. What you have here is special and anyone would do whatever it takes to ensure their safety. But… I’m not convinced that you have the strength to pull off what you’re trying to accomplish. That is until the other day when we ventured near the training grounds you three were occupying. The abundant amount of energy emanating from there was too captivating to ignore, so we got as close as we could without disturbing anyone. It was at that moment we knew running and hiding was pointless. If you and your comrades prove unsuccessful then there truly will be no place left to hide.” “What my comrade is trying to say is that we’ve decided to help with what we can,” says Nero, as he gets straight to the point. Yoshirou exhales a sigh of relief. If they had turned him down then it would have been a serious snag in his plan. Currently he didn’t have a back up plan so a lot was riding on there answer. “Thank you. I know it is unorthodox but I would do anything for my clan and I believe this to be the best option ,” he says sincerely as he wholeheartedly believed it. “The two of you will make an excellent addition to our family and the Gotei…” “About that,” says Tesch before the Noble could finish. “Although Nero here will accept both of your offers, I will only will not. Being a Captain in the Gotei will be enough of a reward for me. Of course I would like to have you as an ally but I do not think the noble life is for me. I hope you do not take offense to this.” “Oh… No offense taken. You would have been another great addition into the family but I respect your decision,” answers Yoshiro as he stood and leaned across the table with his right hand out. “It’s an open ended offer, if you ever change your mind don’t hesitate to join us.” Teschma stood and shook Yoshirou’s hand followed by Nero. He was glad that the noble didn’t get upset about being turned down. “You have been different than any other ‘noble’ I’ve met," were the thoughts that currently floated through his head. With all that sorted out it was now time to go over the details of the first mission once again. “As you know the first mission is strictly a recon assignment. Infiltrate Hueco Mundo, more specifically Las Noches, a find out Everything you can – their numbers, current leader, motives/goals, their stance on Hell if one… Anything that stands out or seems useful I want to know about. We’ll need all the information we can get if we are to enact the second part of the plan. Any surprise there could lead to a quick death,” declares Yoshirou. “Understood,” said the pair in unison. “We will leave before dawn tomorrow,” says Teschma. “Preliminary reports show that there are at least a few Espada ranked Arrancar there although how many is left for you to confirm but please, please be careful. I don’t wish for this to be a suicide mission,” states Yoshi. “Neither do we,” said Nero as they took their leave. They had an early morning and still needed to prep before they could get some rest. A few minutes went by but just as asked Harold returned to see what the Head Noble needed of him. “How may I be of service my lord?” “Harold tomorrow morning I need you to go to Central 46 and inform them I will be paying them a visit,” replies Yoshi… With the night winding down Yoshirou retired to his bedroom. A lot has happened in less than two weeks but there was still much more to come.
  17. Glad to see that this place is still running :')

    1. Kuchiki halertje

      Kuchiki halertje

      i had the same thought when i logged in today

  18. Metabee

    Kyouraku Mansion

    Yoshirou listened as Metabee gave his points and the discussion continued. After hearing him out, Yoshirou said that he would take care of trying to get the key or any information regarding it from the remaining Central 46 so he would just leave it at that. There was no harm in trying and who knows it might even turn out well so he wasn't against it. Regarding unforseen circumstances, the Noble couldn't deny that there have been rare cases of it but he still argued that there hadn't been any case of someone being able to escape Muken. Metabee too knew that but like he said earlier they should consider the risk as well. If the Sinners were to find a way out of Muken like they found a way to be able to break the chains of Hell then that would make the situation all the more worse. If they were to escape where would they be? Right in the middle of Soul Society. That itself was a big threat which is why he felt like they should take it into consideration. He answered Yoshirou,'Who knows? It was made for a reason so I definitely don't think we are the first. Though at the same time I am a bit curious as to what those beings are and what they are like. We haven't heard much of such big shots that were a threat to the world.' With this, they discussed the key topics for now and all three felt that it was a good place to stop for now so Yoshirou once again reiterated what the each of them should be doing in the time that they are not training. Metabee was tasked with visiting the remaining half of the Gotei which was something that they had decided on before. Afterwards, the three split up and went their own ways. While informing the rest of the Gotei did hold some urgency to it, he was feeling too tired right now to be able to do that so he decided to head to his room. He hadn't slept the previous night and with the added fatigue from their training it was no wonder that he was exhausted. Upon arriving in his room, Metabee decided to think things over a bit more as he was still coming to terms with everything. Not getting anywhere with his thoughts, he then decided to meditate a bit to keep himself in check before turning in early for the night.
  19. Zeroprime

    Soul Burials (Please Refrain From Making A New Topic)

    Achilles Current Location:District 1 Soul Burial
  20. Zeroprime

    Soul Burials (Please Refrain From Making A New Topic)

    Achilles Current Location: Rukongai Soul Burial please
  21. Yoshirou (Kyōraku)

    Kyouraku Mansion

    A sour look donned on Yoshirou’s face at the mention of Emmell. It was a name he cared not to ever hear again but his luck wasn’t as such. Even still he continued to listen to Metabee explain himself and his stance on his proposal. “I see so that’s what you were getting at,” Yoshi comments. He scratched his chin as he briefly gathered his thoughts. “Leave it to; it’s my idea so the key is my burden. I was already planning on visiting the remnants of Central 46 regarding other matters so I will just plead how dire our circumstances are while I’m there. If we run out of options and fail then they face certain demise as well.” The Noble knew that, even that might not be enough to convince them, but quitters never start and loser only complain. With his mind made up on the matter he gave his Advisor his full attention as he continued to explain the drawbacks to his plan. “I cannot say that you’re wrong… but I don’t think you’re completely right either. Yes, Hell Chains are suppose to be unbreakable otherwise a Sinner's sentence would be pointless. Even still there has been a case or two where this principal fundamental has been… shattered. But over the countless centuries there has never been a known incident of a being escaping the eighth level of the Underground Prison. It was purposefully made for ‘immortals’ or those deemed unkillable/unstoppable. But think about this for a moment or two; if we are successful, you don’t truly believe that we are the first ones to have done so? I can’t prove either way but I honestly believe that it was initially created for beings that not even Hell could contain.” His thoughts were that with Hell being such a taboo subject it was officially changed to a prison of “immortals” though it still served the same purpose. Metabee agreed that they didn’t have to decide just yet and finished up with one last remark, which got Yoshirou thinking. “If anything were the ones that will be facing those 2 to 1 odds.” He kept this thought to himself as he had just mentioned something about not being pessimistic. “I have this feeling that if we fail it will be more than just the Soul Society that falls,” he responses. “Agreed but its like the two of you say, we need as many choices available to us, so that even if just a little, we may stack the odds in our favor,” says JDan chiming in at the last minute. “Then it’s settled. Together we will continue to perfect and teach Kijin. In the mean time we all have our own tasks. I will go before Central 46 and see what help if any they might be, and you should continue what you’ve been doing in your spare time; uniting the rest of the Gotei. JDan you continue to help oversee the clan and keep moral high, you’ve been doing a great job, and we desperately need everyone in high spirits,” finished Yoshirou as he then took a sip from his glass. If there were no complaints or anything else to add then diner for the trio would be warping up. Yoshirou still had a meeting with Nero and Teschma and didn’t want to keep them waiting to long.
  22. Amemiya Natsuki

    Soul Burials (Please Refrain From Making A New Topic)

    any requests on becoming a soul~~~??? happy to be a executioner lols
  23. Amemiya Natsuki

    Cell-4 Commander's Office

    Im back! oh who cares anyway
  24. Fancy that...still here after 7 years....

    1. Kuchiki halertje

      Kuchiki halertje

      you did better than most of us.

       

    2. Amemiya Natsuki
  25. Shiba Isshin

    Zanpaktou Name Issue

    try again to name it, no commas also make sure to "get" your weapon again.. as it currently shows you don't have anything
  26. Avengers: Endgame was epic, I loved it 3000!!!

  27. Metabee

    Kyouraku Mansion

    As he told the two of his opinion the listeners finished their food and also thought about what he was saying at the same time. When Metabee finished speaking, it was him that then took the time to quickly finish his dinner before it went completely cold. Yoshirou quickly gave him a response but he knew that a lot of thought was put into it and it was a valid response he didn't quite agree with it. Metabee shook his head,'You are correct about my status but in this case I doubt it will bring any use. My status won't just make the keys appear in my hand,' he said so as he showed his empty palm to make his point. The Captain then continued,'This is not the same as the Maggot's Nest where a whole corps is in charge of it. The Muken is strictly top secret and even Captains know little about it while general members wouldn't be able to tell you what it is or where it is. All of that knowledge belonged to the Central 46 and the Captain Commander was responsible for safeguarding it. Therefore, if no one knows where Emmell put the keys or stored a method to get in then unfortunately it is lost.' The only reason Metabee suggested breaking in is that thanks to his ability making a spare pair of keys wouldn't be a problem. However, being the most secret and guarded place in Soul Society it couldn't be as easy as simply putting a key in a lock and turning it. This meant that without any further knowledge it would be impossible to get into the Muken and he doubted that any member of any squad possessed such information. While it was a great idea to be able to seal one of the enemy generals forever currently he didn't see anyway that they could gain this ability. The Noble then commented about his opinion on Tsumikami getting out of the Muken stating that even the Soul King would have trouble getting out. However, Metabee thought about this problem a bit differently,'Under normal circumstances, yes but think of it this way: the chains of Hell are supposed to be unbreakable and all Sinners are meant to be bound by them and yet here we are. What should be impossible is a reality and you yourself have seen it.' Of course, he was talking about Sama'el and Baal who were no ordinary Sinners but the point was that if they were able to defy the binds of Hell then who was to say that they couldn't find a way to break out of the Muken? Yoshirou concluded by saying that they didn't have to decide yet which Metabee nodded to,'I know that my plan does sound very optimistic and it's easier said than done but I know it will be no easy task. Even if it takes the two of us to kill one of their leaders then we have to do it. Otherwise Soul Society will fall. Though we still have time so lets gather as many methods as we can to repel them.'
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