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  2. Rash ラシュ

    Egriffiend's Night of Wailing [Event Arc]

    ENW 16: A Moment's Respite [Niebla Nefasta Effect: ???] [Tick Counter: 9 Disabled] [REMAINING ND| 2,200 ND Recovered] ___________________  ... RYŪNOSUKE was not particularly vexed that the Shinigami, he was now informed went by the name "Oriru" or formally "Captain Kusho", managed to deescalate the situation before it resulted in a likely brutal fight. The Tengu-masked Fullbringer truthfully had no desire to engage is any meaningless conflict. There were a dozen other things he'd rather do with what was sure to be his last few hours as a free breathing man. Although there was some pleasure to be had in fighting, after all the very nature of his Fullbring League of One's Own ensured he'd get at least one final game of his beloved sport, Ryūnosuke still considered himself a sort of "hero" --that was the WILD'S mission after all, they were heroes. As a hero, it was only right that his final act was fighting the "villain"; despite their poor interpersonal skills and "higher-than-thou" demeanor, the Shinigami were not the "villains". Much to Ryūnosuke's hidden exasperation, therein lied his dilemma. Who was the villain? Who did he have to fight? The voices in his head and his heart told him one thing, but at the moment their influence over him still felt surface-level and... manipulative. The teenager sympathized with the spirits trapped in the mist and also with Lady Tomoe, but that wasn't enough for him. He understood that Lady Tomoe's motivation behind her actions was to protect the souls in the mist from what she saw as a terrible evil, and while Ryūnosuke's heart --unbeknownst to him-- had already been swayed to believe that there was an evil present in the cemetery his reaction to that evil would not be to cower and seek refuge in the arms of some savior. To just roll over backwards and let someone else protect him. Hell nah, that just wasn't his style. Ryūnosuke was a fighting, to his very last breath, didn't matter if the fight was a losing one. He'd finish strong just like he always did. The Tengu-masked teenager was a man, a man who'd now fully accepted that he'd be dead long before sunrise. He had his regrets; the wrongs he'd yet to right, the past he'd ran away from, the lives he'd ruined, the apologies he'd never get to make, and the farewells he'd never get to say. He didn't want to be remembered for the bad things, a part of him felt like he didn't want to be remembered at all. The bottom line for Ryūnosuke was clear, Lady Tomoe gave an offer only a fool would refuse, "an eternity of peace forever loved by all the other lost souls in her mist or a terrible painful doom at sunrise"; the answer was pretty clear, but also that kind of fairy tale happiness was something he hadn't earned it but he fully intended to before his time was up. Ryūnosuke sighed heavily from behind his mask as he too lowered his weapon. While the voices in his raged with no less earnestness and passion, and while Ryūnosuke swayed further still to their will, the Teenager --at least for now-- still held firm to his own resolve, figuratively and physically. The opening of the administrative building door and the exodus of the odd man Hideo and his cult-like followers marked a sharp change in the atmosphere surrounding the group. From what Ryūnosuke could observe the others were all equally perplexed, but none of them could be as confused as he was. Being connected to the mist to the degree that he was gave the teenager insight on every soul within it and held under its influence. Thus, it was rather bizarre to Ryūnosuke that none of Hideo's followers or even Hideo himself for that matter were under any current influence by Lady Tomoe. These were people surrendering themselves willingly to the mist. Granted, knowing what he knew, it made no difference either way. The thing was, none of them should have known, and yet Hideo spoke very much like someone who knew, basically quoting Lady Tomoe word-for-word at certain points in his speech. Ryūnosuke's best guess, something was going on in the administration building and he'd bet He had something to do with it. The bubbly young fellow who introduced himself as Kiri and warmly invited the group into the administrative building had potentially --knowing or unknowingly, Ryūnosuke had yet to determine-- invited them into the serpent's den. Having ignored the drama within the Shinigami ranks and then confirming the assimilation of Hideo and his cult a skeptical Ryūnosuke stepped forwards after Captain Kusho, Hizorashi, Connor, and another unfamiliar Shinigami. The teenager firmly shook Kiri's hand, "Tengu.", he replied flatly as he began to step through the doorway, but paused momentarily. Ryūnosuke was conscious of the sudden effects his presence on the shrine grounds how how him. For one, the voices the spoke to him were completely silenced. On top of that, Ryūnosuke could no longer sense anything spiritually. This was no doubt some sort of defense mechanism employed by Him to insure Lady Tomoe and her agents could not identify him. Ryūnosuke, as far as his ability to point out his target or any spiritual presence for that matter, was effectively blind. He needed to change that if he had any hope of succeeding and confronting Him. "What's keeping the mist out of the cemetery? How are we safe here?" Ryūnosuke inquired curiously. However Kiri answered the question, Ryūnosuke would nod and then enter to building. He took a look around and observed the bleak atmosphere as Kiri explained the situation. He didn't judge any of them particularly; for a group of strangers struggling with the prospect of their own demise at the claws of a harrowing army of the undead they seemed to all be handling it fairly well. Ryūnosuke eyes naturally lingered on the small group of people huddled around a table writing on sheets on papers. The teenager approached them, still holding Chizuru's motionless body, at the moment it seemed to pose no major issue to anyone present. Ryūnosuke didn't address any of the strangers yet and simply watched them as they wrote what appeared to be letters. It was all unsurprisingly emotional, some cried into their letters while others seemed keenly focused. A few paused as Captain Kusho began to give his inspiring speech to his subordinates. Ryūnosuke listened in himself, but found it to be rather agitating. He loved a good pep talk just as much as the next guy, heck, he'd had the honor and giving a few himself in the past, but the Captain's words at the moment just felt a bit pretentious. The ravings of just some pawn in the game that didn't get the full picture. In a way, the Shinigami were currently no better than Hideo and his gang. Just another cult and from the looks of it they intended to also throw themselves into the mist with the same grace. Which was a shame, from what Captain Kusho had said outside he seemed to have the most knowledge about the Mist and Lady Tomoe, perhaps not as much as Ryūnosuke thought. It was just irksome, Captain Kusho and the Shinigami were all speaking like they who who the enemy was. They'd all condemned Lady Tomoe, which could very well be fair, but on what grounds had they done so? How and when had they decided? Ryūnosuke liked to think he was the current highest authority on all matters related to the mist --whether he divulged that information or not. The point was, as far as he was aware, he knew and understood the mist than anyone and even with all his insight still couldn't decide which side to fight on. How the Hell had the Shinigami chosen? Ryūnosuke thought as he sucked his teeth sharply behind his mask. He admired the Shinigamis' will to fight the good fight and wouldn't mind them as an allies at all, but until everyone agreed on what the good fight was, it was up to Ryūnosuke to make sure they took no drastic actions. Unfortunately, he couldn't yet depend on Connor or Masato either. Exposing Him was something Ryūnosuke had to do alone and with the clock ticking on the approach of the Wailer army, the Tengu-masked teenager needed to hatch a plan, pronto... ______________________________ WC|1,390 -----
  3. Metabee

    A Normal Life No More

    The next morning, after breakfast he packed some things like a spare change of clothes and other minor essentials and headed out. Duality HQ was 30 mins from his house, so he didn’t bother taking any form of transport and simply walked there. After walking the distance, he arrived at a car mechanic shop which was a legitimate business but what he wanted was underground. As crazy as it might seem their whole base was underground. The business was open even on a Sunday though it wasn’t particularly busy, hell he even doubted that it was ever busy considering the area and that it was just a cover. Though since he didn’t have either a car or a driving license that was just his personal opinion. He approached a guy with very short blonde hair and spoke,’I want to speak to Layla.’ The blue haired girl told him to ask him for access if he was to ever come back. Though they haven’t officially talked or met, the guy recognised Arthur and nodded,’Come this way.’ He led him around the back where only he had access and after lifting a trap door in the floor, they descended down the stairs and upon reaching the bottom there was another door and this one was secured by a numerical passcode. The guy typed it in and locked it behind him and since Arthur wasn’t familiar with the place, he took him straight to Layla’s office where she was typing something from the documents on her desk onto her computer. She looked at him with surprise,’At this rate, I thought you wouldn’t come back. I don’t blame you though. However, just because you are here doesn’t necessarily mean you want to join. Have you made your decision?’ He didn’t bother sitting down as he expected this to be quick,’Yes.’ She nodded,’Lets hear it.’ Arthur spoke,’I want to join Duality. Please teach me how to use my Fullbring and protect those I care about.’ Layla smiled at him,’Very well,’ and looked to the blonde guy,’Call the others.’ He left and after a few minutes he returned with three more people and they lined up. Layla got up and also joined the line,’Welcome to Duality. We accept you as our member.’ The four other members took a step forward and spoke simultaneously,’Good to be working with you.’ The blue haired girl, who was the first from the right, spoke first,’You can call me Liz. I’m the one who usually tends to other’s wounds.’ She brought out her hand for a handshake and he shook her hand with a nod. The one next to her was the blonde guy who led him in. They were about the same height, but their builds were completely different as he seemed to have quite an amount of muscles on him,’Name’s Jack. I’m the owner of the mechanic business up top.’ Just like Liz they shook hands as he noticed he had much firmer grip. The one in the middle was of course Layla, but as she had already introduced herself before she saw no need to do it again. Needless to say, she was the one that was in charge of Duality so she was like their manager. Going to the left, next in line was a guy with black hair that was ear length and was wearing glasses,’My name is Oliver. I’m a reiryoku specialist.’ They shook hands and the final person was another guy with black hair but his was chin length and it terms of age he seemed to be closer to Layla if not older which was further refined by the stubble on his face,’William. I’m a senior here so whenever Layla is not around, I’m the one in charge.’ Once that was done it was his turn,’My name is Arthur. I’m an IT technician by career but I also help out in an internet café on the weekends.’ With introductions complete, Layla spoke again,’For the next month you will be training, and you will be spending a week with each member who will teach you a different aspect. After you finish this training, we can start sending you out to missions.’ Arthur nodded in acknowledgment. Liz stepped forward,’I’ll be teaching you first.’ With that decided everyone started going back to their normal routine and he and Liz headed out. Before they started anything, now that he was a member, she gave him a proper tour of the place which helped him get a better idea of where he was going. She started off with the lodging area and noted that most of the rooms were actually empty as the 5 members that he saw was the main force of Duality. There were also some other members, but they were more ‘part-time’ if that was the right word. They would only come when one of the 5 was unavailable and so were rarely present in the HQ. It was clear that this place was built with expansion in mind and was still at the starting stage in terms of personnel. As the HQ was meant to be secret, there was no cleaning staff or anything of the sort, so they were all responsible for the mess they made in addition to a chores rota. The room that was assigned to him was the one that he stayed in the first time around. Now that he knew they were underground, the lack of windows made sense. While they were here, he left his bag in the room and they continued the tour. Next was the leisure area which seemed like a pretty normal lounge with sofas, TV and even a pool table and a bar for drinks both alcoholic and non-alcoholic. They moved on to the next place and talked as they walked,’So do you actually stay here?’ Liz answered,’Sometimes. It’s not a requirement but it is a nice place to stay in.’ He agreed but it made him wonder,’It looks really expensive though. Has it been like this from the start?’ She shook her head,’Layla made a big investment to start it all, but it didn’t even have half the stuff it has now. There didn’t use to be lodgings, so no one stayed over. From there as more of us joined we all contributed, so if someone wanted a particular thing to be bought or built, they had to pay the majority while the rest payed minority. In a way it’s like a home we all had a part in building.’ She then looked to him,’What is your schedule like?’ Since this will be his training period then naturally he would have to put in more time compared to the others. Considering that he and all the others had jobs it meant that they wouldn’t be spending the whole day either which gave him even less time to train. Arthur answered,’I can do evenings every day, does that work for you?’ Liz nodded,’Sure, not like we have much choice.’ That was true as they couldn’t all just take a week off and babysit him and it wasn’t like Arthur could take a whole month of holiday either. They next place he was shown was the training area. This was probably the biggest area as it consisted of several rooms. One was like a mini gym with various machines and weights, another was an empty hall with plenty of space which was probably used for sparring and whatnot, there was smaller room for more specialised training e.g. target practice with dummies. Finally, there was a small infirmary with various medical supplies though it didn’t seem like there were any hospital grade medicine. Though he doubted they needed that strong medicine since Fullbringers probably had a healing ability or something. After Liz showed him all those rooms and the various equipment they stood outside,’Those are the main areas you need to know for now. The rest I’ll show you when you need them. Anyway, go and get changed into something looser and then meet me here so we can start the training.’ Since they were both going to their rooms, they went together but from what she said she wanted him to come back here by himself. He didn’t really know what to expect from all this training. Since he was a complete newbie at all of this he hoped he wouldn’t be a nuisance, but he wasn’t going to slack off either. He made up his mind to do this, so he was going to put all his effort into it. Note: I will add a picture reference for each character in the stat guide Word Count: 1,426 Total Word Count: 1,426
  4. ChaosKaiz

    Crossroads

    Aiden continued to make his way along the roof of the buildings near the location of his old storage, considering his options that were available there was little that he could imagine that he could do. Who ever these people were, it was clear that they were resourceful enough to obtain his general location, the location of his safe house, and even track down the storage facility. There as not a doubt in his mind that his home was probably being carefully watched much like the rest of his normal life. His mind traced the potential of their reach and determined that there was nowhere that he could actually turn too. In all of this time, Aiden had yet to check his phone depending on his main communication device that was connected to his phone. There he saw the fact that his screen had turned black jumping to his text messages on its own opening the conversation between him and Taka. _ Be Aware. They Know Where You Are. I Will Save You. _ _ Taka _ _ Leave me alone. _ _ ... _ There was a moment of frustration from the response that he received, as this Taka has been helpful in some ways but mostly has been this strange voice reaching out to him and only occurred during the time of all of this calamity that has been happening and ultimately it was hard to separate the fact that he considered the cause of this to be the stranger who keeps reaching out to him and providing some sudden assistance every single time that more problems arise. Finally he reached a considerable distance away from his storage unit and dropped down onto the street level just as a several blacked out vehicles all rolled up to his location. Quickly he turned to try and run but the moment that he did a single bullet struck the wall in the direction that he was prepared to run towards. Slowly he turned around and placed his hands in the air with the hope that he would be able to assess the situation and plan an escape, but when he was able to count more than a dozen individuals with more appearing all armed with automatic weapons dressed in all black suits and with nothing on their vehicles to identify them it became increasingly clear to Aiden that he was outmatched and there was not going to be an escape from this. Slowly two of the goons approached him with their guns trained much like others in the distance but he was prepared to do what ever it took. Although he would not be given the chance when a sudden pain in the side of his neck caught his focus which caused him to reach the left side of his neck with his right hand and remove the clear tranquilizer dart. "Fuck." It would be the only thing that he could manage to speak before everything turned dark for him. ------------ Location: Unknown Time of Day: Unknown COLD... That was the only thing that would run through his mind as Aiden would be hit with a surge of panic in that moment feeling the sensation of the cold water splash on his face and upper torso. It struck his skin fresh with even some ice hitting his body to remind him how cold it actually was. The room was freezing as he gathered himself and his senses first taking note of the man in a full black suit with a mask on his face slowly placing a bucket, the only Aiden could only assumed contained the water used to wake him, on the floor against the wall. This solid concrete wall that would be matched by the same wall on either his left or right of this small room which was dimly lit by the single light bulb that was dangling a few feet above his head. He noticed that there were two more people against the wall in front of him on either side of the individual bucket man. Slowly Bucket Man would take his steps back and go against the wall. Aiden attempted to move his arms and felt the hard plastic of the zip tie holding his right arm behind him to the chair and his gaze turned to his left arm only to take a painful glance at the mortifying fact that his arm was missing. It was clear that they removed the arm, but at least they had been somewhat delicate as the amount of blood that was coming from his shoulder was less than he expected had they simply removed the arm by force. They had to have applied a strong sedative to keep him under long enough for such a procedure. He continued to obtained his bearings as he took note of the fact that he was sitting the chair with his legs also bound to the legs of the chair via zip ties as well. The feel of the cold cement floor under his feet was a clear sign, as well as the fact that the rest of his clothes was missing, that they had ensured to remove anything that might have been considered a tool in his hands... hand... but maintained the decency of letting him keep his underwear on. Suddenly the sound of weak, yet heavy, metal could be heard from behind Aiden with the sound of a loud slam reminiscent of a door. He attempted to look behind him as best he could to get a better understanding of the room and verify if it was a door but he was unable to get a solid enough look. Though he was able to catch the figure of fourth individual who was walking around his right side as the sounds of his shoes echoed in this contained space. This man was dressed different than the others, as the three lesser established individuals were in solid black suits, white shirts, and black ties, this man had personality with his clothes. His dark blue pinstripe pants were the first thing he could notice based on his eye line and the shoes were a dark brown snake skin pattern. As the man circled around to his front his lavender colored shirt with a dark brown checker pattern tie was decorating his torso as he began to remove his suit coat that matched his pants. He passed the coat to the Bucket Man before proceeding to remove his tie and speaking German, from what Aiden could gather, as he caught the face of the man of a fair complexion and piercing blue eyes before he turned to face the Bucket Man. "Hat er schon was gesagt?" Aiden watched as the man shook his head to which the Suited Man gave a disgruntled sigh and turned to face Aiden. "Ausgezeichnet. Ich werde sehen, wie weit ich ihn schieben kann." Slowly the man took a few steps forward and stood directly in front of Aiden before he would squat to be closer to his eye level, "I will give you one chance. Just one, to give me the answers that I need." He lowered himself a little more and looked Aiden directly in his eyes with a stern expression. "Where is the Crest?" They looked at each other for a moment before Aiden gave a nod and prepared to answers. "The Crest... Have you checked up his ass?" Aiden said with a straight face as he looked over at Bucket Man. The Suited man slowly lifted himself up from the ground, delivered a soft sigh, then with a full force delivered a strong punch to the side of Aiden's face. Aiden held his head over the side of his shoulder for a moment before bringing himself back to looking at the man. "You know, you look like you needed that. Sometimes it is good to have an outlet for those negative emotions." The Suited man once more delivered a swing with his other hand this time to the abdomen of Aiden and placed his other hand on the back of his head to pull him back up. "Oh don't do that, are you trying to get me aroused?" Aiden simply gave the man a smile and a wink before the man delivered another strong hook to the other side of Aiden's face so hard that the chair fell over. Quickly the two men from either side rushed over to pick the chair up. "Where is the Crest?" Slowly the Suited man proceeded to remove his vest and roll up the sleeves of his shirt. Aiden spit up some blood on the floor with some of it landing on the shoes of the Suited man. "I told you, check up his ass. While you're up there, mind pulling the stick out too?" This time Aiden ended his sentence with a smirk and a chuckle as he looked at the Bucket man and they made eye contact. Though the next moment came quickly as the Suited man shuffled his feet and performed a devastating side kick to the face of Aiden causing him to fall back onto the floor. It was clear that this strike definitely hurt, but Aiden had spent years in the military and was trained to resist the process of interrogation. Laying on the floor he considered the crest that the man was talking about and started to laugh in between spitting some of the blood out of his mouth; because he honestly had no idea what the man was talking about. He was prepared for the other guys to come pick him up off of the ground again, but when they didn't he decided to speak up, "Hey, c'mon guys. Give me a hand and help him up." He laughed at his own joke as he used his eyes to motion towards the fact that his left arm was missing, "Wow, tough crowd." Laying there he heard the Suited man speak once more, in German, "Holen Sie sich die Position des Wappens von ihm." As Aiden remained on the ground he could see the feet of the man walking by him and saw the Suited man putting on his coat as he watched him go out of the metal door behind him. He paid attention to the details of the space on the other side of the door before coming back to the room. He could hear noise outside of the door as it closed but then the sound was made silent. Finally the two men helped Aiden get back to his neutral position. "See. I knew you two were gentleman." As soon as the words left his mouth, the Bucket man delivered a series of strikes to his torso. Through labored breathing Aiden spoke, "Isn't this therapeutic? I mean, it won't help the stick up your ass-" He wouldn't be able to get another word out before the beatings continued until finally Aiden blacked out from the experience, hearing a new voice. "Koko de shinudeshou." ----------------- Once more he stood with his master in a location all too familiar to him (back to this again?) as they both stood in the archery range together. His master was holding a uniquely designed bow as he prepared an arrow for the targets down the range. The student stood directly behind him on the level of the archery range for the archers to practice their shots, he took with his unique bow and an arrow prepared to be released (another vision of Uncle Kento training with... his master?). "We hold firmly the bow in our hand, forged by our own nature, then we reach out for the quiver to deliver an arrow to be released. To maintain the distance required both for our safety and for the speed of tactical elimination." With that, both the Student and the Master start to glow with a soft blue light as the bow and arrow share in the glow as well. Slowly the energy that would glow around their body would be concentrated on the arrow before it was released. Not even a full moment later, both the Student and the Master raised their hands to the air. Slowly the process would repeat itself as a soft blue glow would consume each of them separately. Slowly they took the energy that was flowing around them and processed it into their hands and formed an arrow from the energy alone before placing it upon the bow and firing the arrow. Quickly they released the bow from their grip and for the third time, allowed the energy to consume the both of them. This time, they used the energy to form a bow in their original gripped hands and created a new arrow same as before just as they launched their arrows. "Always remember to break down the particles that you feel in the air and shape with unmatched desire. With a clear vision of your goals, you will always gather the resources required and fire straight and true." The Master smiled as he faced his Student, "That is how we channel the Heilig Pfeil, the Spirit Arrow, through our Heilig Bogen, Spirit Bow. Though you will learn, you are not limited to the archaic tools of war and will discover that the potential of a Quincy Spirit Weapon is as bountiful as the will of the wielder." (Alright... Spirit Weapons... I will try my best, Uncle Kento, to follow your journey...) ---------------------- DARKNESS... Eventually it would all come back to him as he found himself still in the room with his body in pain from the beatings that he had been receiving for an unknown amount of time. They would beat him until he would pass out, take the time to mend his more critical wounds so that they can continue. It was clear to Aiden that they were determined to receive the information in regards to this crest, but he knew that his body could only take so much of all of this exposure to shock and hoped that his uncle would lead him to where he needed to go. Slowly he regained full consciousness and saw that there were only two guards in front of him but could not see any other individuals and he would make eye contact with one of them. They looked at one another and one on the left spoke up, "Informieren Sie ihn, dass er wach ist." The one on the right nodded in response and made his way to the door leaving Aiden alone with the one man. Aiden slowly closed his eyes and focused on the room. It was cold, that much he could feel physically, but there was another detail of this room that he had not recognized earlier. It was not until this moment that he was able to find the right word to describe it, heavy, and based on the things that he could remember from his own teachings with his uncle and the visions being shared that was the essence of Reishi, Reiryoku, or some kind of Spiritual Energy as it was described. This energy operated like a unique frequency that people were able to attune themselves in order to manipulate it. That was the concept behind these Spiritual Weapons that Quincy were able to manifest and use at their disposal. So with the focus that he needed to do this or die, as that being against his desires, slowly he allowed the sensation of the heavy air in the room to concentrate on his position and specifically around his right hand. Slowly he could feel the density of he matter generating in his hand feeling like a thousand pins and needles being gripped in the palm of his hand. The sensation was actually painful and could only imagine how much training it must have taken to tolerate the sensation to use this technique multiple times but he was hard pressed to keep that train of thought as he needed to do this now or never. Slowly he could feel the forming of an object that he could not see but feel in his right hand. He needed something small and sharp enough to cut himself free and felt the object in his hand. Aiden would move the object in his hand until he could get it in the right position and slide it through the zip tie that bound his wrist to the chair feeling it cut into his own arm in the process. He clenched his jaw as tight as he could to prevent any obvious reaction to cutting his arm and started to pull on the object. Between the pain of holding the object the carving into his arm, he was surprised he managed to maintain composure long enough to feel the snap of the zip tie. Quickly he released a cough at the same time of the tie breaking and spit blood to the side in order to prevent the guard from approaching. "I will tell you where the Crest is..." He spoke with a clear sign of being defeated in his tone, "But I will only tell you." He looked at the man who took a moment and motioned for Aiden to response, "My mouth is a bit bloody, mind coming closer so I don't have to yell..." He gave a sigh of his own as he coughed to highlight the pain in his mouth caused a bit of trouble for his throat. The guard approached, annoyed, but maintained a short distance from Aiden as he leaned slightly to listen. The next moment happened so quickly as Aiden launched his right hand forward and stabbed the blue energy object into the neck of the man and watched as it pierced clean into his throat. Instantly the man stumbled back holding the wound and attempting to prevent the bleeding as Aiden used the object to break the zip ties around his legs. He knew that there wasn't much time left and rushed for the door to find it locked. "Fuck me." With very little time to figure out his next step he got the body of the guard and placed him in the chair, and after a moment, started to strip the man of some of his clothes. Aiden quickly put on the pants and the shoes as best he could, feeling like back when he first lost his arm and thinking back to the struggles he once had putting on his pants. He pushed the memories out of his mind and made sure that they guard was fixed to the chair and placed himself behind the door so when it opened, it opened towards him. It would only be a few more minutes before the door would open. "Nathan?" The second goon who left rushed he room to check on his friend. "Kare wa doko ni imasu ka?" That second voice was familiar to the Bucket Man and Aiden had to act fast. He throw the small object as hard as he could as it pierced through the back of the man in his shoulder blades. Simultaneously to the throw, Aiden turned around the door and jumped in the air delivering a drop kick to the chest of the Bucket Man sending him flying backwards. Aiden fell down to the ground quickly and looked up from the ground to see the guard still standing and struggling to remove the object from his back before noticing Aiden on the ground. The goon decided to take care of Aiden now and went to rush him, and Aiden quickly attempted to nip up but forgot for a full second that he did not have his left arm and his right arm failed to support him. The guard went to curb stomp Aiden as he rolled to the side and used the momentum and the width of the hallway to perform a quick windmill in order to sweep the legs of the man and get to his feet. Before he had time for his next action, the Bucket Man rushed forward for a Full Nelson grip only to realize his mistake. With Aiden's right arm stuck, he still had the freedom of the fact that he had no left arm and jumped to his right side kicking off of the wall to spin around the man and free his arm. The moment he did, he instantly pushed Bucket Man towards the other Guard as they collided with one another. Quickly he delivered a side kick with his left leg on the Bucket man to cause them both to stumble over one another. Keep his left leg up in the air, Aiden focused the same way he did to manifest the arrow but to form the bow. Slowly he would gather the energy in his left leg with it bent until a large amount of it was generated at his leg. With his right hand, he reached towards his foot and pulled on the blue energy as a blue arrow of energy formed. He waited until the both of the guys stood up and released the arrow with his right hand. The moment he did, the bow slid off of his foot and the arrow shot above the head of the two guys who looked more shocked by the fact that the weapon formed magically instead of the fact that he missed. Quickly Aiden grabbed the bow with his right hand and chucked it at the guys before turning around and running. He continued rushing through this maze of a place until a strange sensation started to cause a burning feeling on his left shoulder. It was almost as if something was pulling on his arm that wasn't there, a Phantom Pain, and he followed that sensation until he reached a room where his arm was sitting on a table with blood from where he assumed they pulled it from his body. Slowly he approached the arm and took it in his right hand, "Kikou..." Slowly he brought the arm to his shoulder and the cables that were attached would force themselves into his body and allow the arm to connect on its arm as he fought against the urge to scream in pan. Once it was secured to his body a guard entered the room. Aiden reacted quickly and rushed the man with a swift punch to the man's throat with his right hand before grabbing his face with his left and slamming him through the table in the middle of the room. Aiden rushed out of the room and continued to navigate the maze of a building spotting guards at almost every corner and avoiding them as best as he could. The one's he came across met a quick fate of death and eventually Aiden found some of his gear, at least the ones that had not been stripped by their teams, including his original tactical gear that he presumes that they found from his house. Eventually Aiden found himself on the roof of the building to see a helicopter preparing to leave. Aiden rushed as fast as he could but it started to get away before he made it close enough and he made eye contact with the Suited Man. Aiden watched as the Helicopter continued to fly away and pointed his left hard at the chopper as the blue energy formed once more preparing for the bow, "That is not going to be enough. I need to be sure I will not miss..." Almost as if his arm was listening, black liquid began to flow out of the arm like water and form a shape that began to solidify into a modified tactical marksman rifle. He quickly dropped to a knee and focused down his scopes at the chopper. He allowed a single moment of exhale and when his lungs were empty he paused his breathing and calmly pulled the trigger. The bullet soared through the air and struck the rotter showing the signs of fire and smoke as the chopper lost control. Aiden watched as the chopper was going down in the outskirts of the city and rushed forward. Without thinking Aiden jumped off of the building of the multistory warehouse as his gun seemed to melt back into his arm, the same arm that grew claws and dug into the side of the building allowing him to slowly his descent until he touched the ground. Instantly he turned and went on a full sprint towards the location where the chopper went down as his arm formed another weapon, this time an assault rifle. As he made his way closer, he noticed a few guards were roaming the area where the chopper went down. As he made his way through, he ensured to pick them off one at a time with his silenced weapon until he located the chopper. As he approached the first thing that he could see was a trail of blood through the mud with the pilot stuck in the falling chopper. It was a short trip to find the Suited man leaning against a tree holding his wounds tightly. "How...?" Aiden simply approached the man and gripped him by his collar and lifted him up against the tree with his left arm. As he did this, the small blue energy source in his shoulder socket could be seen and the man laughed, "Kento placed the crest in your arm." Aiden noticed the glowing too and knew that his mother's charm was placed in there as safe keeping, a momento of his mother. "He put Nina's damn crest in your arm." He continued to laugh for a moment, "Doesn't matter, the Karasu will find you. They will claim their heirloom. Sie werden dich zerstören." The man did something strange with his mouth before Aiden heard a loud crunch and seconds later the man began to foam at the mouth. He released the corpse as it fell to the ground. "Karasu... My family?" Aiden stared at him for a while before walking away forming a few weapons to deal with whatever he may come across. He paused for a second, realizing that he needed answer, and pulled out his phone. _ Be Aware. They Know Where You Are. I Will Save You. _ _ Taka _ _ Leave me alone. _ _ ... _ _ We need to talk _ _ I Agree. _ He secured his phone in his pocket and made his way through the forest and the rest of the enemy squad just as the plane finally exploded in the outskirts, with no survivors remaining. WC | 4450
  5. San Salvatore

    ORP COMMUNITY 500K EVENT: Info/Sign-Up/Questions

    San Salvatore Shinigami 6969
  6. Name: Tsukishima Higurashi Maximum Fate Point Balance: 13 | Reiatsu Benchmark 101k (8) Resurge Fate Points (3) Legacy Fate Points (2) Current Fate Point Balance: 6 Purchases: [4 Points] Resurrección - Segunda Etapa [3 Points] High-Speed Regeneration
  7. ChaosKaiz

    ORP COMMUNITY 500K EVENT: Info/Sign-Up/Questions

    Akihiko "Aiden" Kaine Quincy 0001
  8. Tsukishima Higurashi Vasto Lorde (Will more than likely be Arrancar by the time it starts) 9999
  9. Mumen Writer

    ORP COMMUNITY 500K EVENT: Info/Sign-Up/Questions

    Hizorashi Masato Fullbringer 6172
  10. Rash ラシュ

    Announcements

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  11. Rash ラシュ

    Role-Play Community Reiatsu Ranking

    Name| Tamura Ryūnosuke ★ Week| 12/7 Total WC| 3,195
  12. Kaz

    Role-Play Community Reiatsu Ranking

    Name: Tsukishima Higurashi Week: 12/7 Total Word Count: 3,284
  13. Metabee

    Role-Play Community Reiatsu Ranking

    Name: Arthur Wright Week: 7/12 Total Word Count: 3,352
  14. Kumo

    Role-Play Community Reiatsu Ranking

    Name| Connor Knight Week| 12/7 Total WC| 1,982
  15. Kumo

    Egriffiend's Night of Wailing [Event Arc]

    [Niebla Nefasta Effect: -150 ND] [Tick Counter: 12] [Base ND: 8,970 - 10,170] [Remaining ND: 7,300 + 2,200 = 9,500] Seeing his companions clearly support him was gratifying in this situation. Connor had no expectations towards them, so the choice of action on their part left him feeling appreciative. They were collectively wronged, but that didn’t mean that they had to be as angry or upset as himself. Whatever their reason may be for the support, Connor naturally felt a slight sense of trust develop as a result of it. Both the Captain and the Commander made an effort to intervene and prevent the situation from escalating. The opinions of the superiors didn’t match the subordinates, and it was for this very reason that the fluctuations in Connor’s emotions and Reiatsu were quickly suppressed. ‘My reiatsu still goes out of control if I’m emotionally disturbed…’ This situation normally rarely happened, but the changes taking place on this Halloween night were enough that Connor wasn’t quite “normal”. That didn’t prevent him from taking notice of the Shinigami referred to as a Commander who had momentarily displayed a presence that was similar in nature to his own, or at least the elemental similarities. The conversation shifted after the two leaders berated the Shinigami away from being confrontational to apologetic, understanding, and informative. The new information was naturally surprising, especially considering that Connor knew of these spirits as well and had never seen any record of any possessing powers at this level. Ever so slightly, Connor felt his anger lessen faintly in favor of a trace amount of pity if the Captain’s theory were true. He also took note of the Commander’s opinion on the matter. By this point Connor’s reiatsu had returned to a natural state of suppression as he gave his two accusers a final glare. ‘I’ll leave it be, for now…’ It was at this point that people began to emerge from the mist to Connor’s right. What they had to say quickly made that tiny bit of pity fade and turn into disgust as he spoke quietly to himself, loud enough that his two nearby companions may have heard him. “It really is a damned cult…” His companions may not understand the context, but he recalled clearly cursing the voice early as a Cultist. This left him feeling slightly disturbed to see his angry curse turn out to be true. The group which went into the mist seemed to consist of the hopeless and the broken, which was the type Connor assumed would belong to a cult. That didn’t lessen the shock he felt towards people already giving up with so much of the night ahead. He glanced at his companions at this point as he thought of something. ‘I hope that neither of you will give in to this bullshit…’ His thoughts paused as he looked at the Shinigami ‘...Hell, I hope the same about you all too…’ It was at that point that the entire group was called out to from the direction of where the group had left. The beckoning was enough to clear what remained of the awkward atmosphere. Connor couldn’t help but speak to everyone in their group before he approached. “Guys, whatever you do, do not drink the kool-aid.” As he finished speaking the Captain went first and then Masato. Not wanting to be too slow Connor followed at this point after giving Tengu a final glance, hoping that he would also follow. When Connor received the greeting from Kiri, he made a point to apply strength gradually to roughly understand the fellow’s strength. As he neared the building his ability to sense presences had returned, and he was aware that the man in front of him as well as everyone within were spiritually aware. In this situation full of uncertainty Connor decided to escalate the common handshake into a test for the fellow with his physical strength and energy. He attempted to harmlessly push his energy into the man and see what kind of resistance would come of it to attempt to analyze the type and strength while his hand would tighten and force the fellow to match his own increase. It was rude to do so, but Connor was doing this relatively covertly to prevent it from escalating if the man himself didn’t speak about it. He was assuming that anyone still standing should have some strength, and being polite didn’t have priority in this situation. Outwardly, Connor naturally returned the handshake and slightly bowed in return as he spoke. “I’m Connor, nice to meet you.” After that, Connor would release the handshake and proceed inside himself. He listened to Kiri who followed shortly after as he explained the situation roughly, and eventually left to go comfort others. ‘Weird guy…’ Connor was surprised to see someone like Kiri who was taking time to take care of others in a situation where no one knew if they would see the morning. Connor didn’t immediately approach anyone as it seemed that quite a few people weren’t very welcoming of him. ‘My reiatsu again?’ It dawned on him immediately as he hadn’t actually encountered many weaker spiritually aware individuals. He couldn’t help but helplessly sigh as he looked at Masato and thought of Tengu who he expected to follow soon. ‘Maybe I can ask them for some tips on reiatsu control later…’ He didn’t speak to his companion who was approaching a couple as he listened in on the conversations and looked around the room. He was aware that it was for the best if he were to do the same and find out whatever he could in order for their group to face whatever was soon to come. He ruled out the people avoiding his gaze due to being uncomfortable, and the Shinigami as his gaze fell on another foreigner in a suit cleaning his guns. ‘Hmm?’ The man didn’t shy away at his gaze and simply continued his action, but it was the man’s status similar to himself that caused him to basically immediately approach him while taking note of the strange energy fluctuations in his surroundings. “You don’t look like you’re from around here either. I’m Connor,” He paused and considered extending his hand, but seeing the man busying himself decided not to before continuing. “It’s nice to meet you. Would you perhaps be willing to share information?” He spoke with the same casual smile that he always had, in a friendly tone. Actions: Tested Kiri's strength in the handshake and approached the Guy In A Suit Cleaning Revolver (Thomas), Updated Stats for "resting". -Abilities Used- -Turn Stats- Word Count: 1,062 Total Word Count: 1,982
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  17. San Salvatore

    Role-Play Community Reiatsu Ranking

    Name: San Salvatore WEEK;12/7 TWC:2,465
  18. Mumen Writer

    Role-Play Community Reiatsu Ranking

    CHARACTER NAME: HIZORASHI MASATO WEEK: 12/7 TOTAL WC: 3000
  19. Mumen Writer

    Egriffiend's Night of Wailing [Event Arc]

    Masato turned his sights to the Tengu-masked teen as he too prepared to engage in combat, should the Shinigami not lower their weapons. He wondered if his allies could recall walking into the cemetery gates, or if they were also seemingly transported against their will. Connor seemed very sensitive to his surroundings and Masato hadn’t a reason to doubt Tengu’s memory. Knowing there existed an inkling of truth to the impotent Shinigami’s words, he considered withdrawing his weapon first and confessing to his lapse in memory, pertaining to what exactly occurred at sunset. However, turning his head to see the annoying faces of Tenzaimon and his accomplice, Masato thought to himself, “I’m not telling these idiots anything.” "Enough!" A single resolute word from the Shinigami known as Captain Kusho was enough to break the hostile tension for Masato. The hierarchy of the four Shinigami present was clear, so Masato suspected that with his orders, they wouldn’t have to fight. He allowed himself to relax his shoulders and even loosen the grip he had on his blade, but until they withdrew their weapons, he wouldn’t. Through the command of the Shinigami captain, the name of tenzaimon’s accomplice was revealed, Kazuko. Their expressions, especially Tenzaimon’s, expressed the desire to protest their superior’s orders, but his speech and periodic glare would caution them not too. Kazuko and Tenzaimon weren’t being reprimanded and their captain’s words were only stern, but Masato still felt pity for their humiliation. Perhaps it was due to their superior’s apology on their own behalves, or the silencing of their opinions which they wholeheartedly believed in. Either way, they sheathed their swords and Masato followed shortly after. Captain Kusho’s defense for the Masato and his Fullbringer allies didn’t dismiss the possibility of Lady Tomoe’s past control over their bodies, nor did it delve into the potential of risk in trusting the humans. Rather it blatantly assumed that at some point, the three humans were under Tomoe’s control, but possessed the will to break free from it. Masato wasn’t in the mood to argue semantics as he agreed with the captain’s conclusions; it didn’t matter weather are not they were puppets of Tomoe, what mattered was presently they were not. The captain would continue to speak to the group of seven, and provide a better answer to Masato’s question than he’d hoped. “We are dealing with a deceased soul that has yet to be purified and sent to the soul society, a soul with a chain bound to this cemetery and so strongly secured that it will not leave this cursed land. Beyond the existence of the mortal body, but not forced to become a spirit of the Soul Society or Hueco Mundo; a Jibakurei, an Earth Bound Spirit. Lady Tomoe is a lost soul, who consumes souls not out of malicious intent but simply because she was scared and alone. Time went on and I can only assume no one came to see her, no one spent the time to sincerely show their grief at losing her. Her sadness consumed her and brought a dark nature to her, consuming souls so that they too could be stuck with her, so that she wouldn't have to be alone. Collectively pulling souls so that she will always have company, for all of eternity. She gains souls that will stay by her side, but she will continue to devolve and turn into a Hollow and it is inevitable... She will consume these souls she has collected and they will be gone forever. Slowly she is becoming more and more powerful, she is growing further and further from her original self, but I promise you, Lady Tomoe, I will find you. Lady Tomoe, I will mourn your loss and ensure you will never be alone. Lady Tomoe, I will save you” Masato certainly had mixed feelings with the Shinigami captain’s ambition to “save” and “mourn” a being that had no qualms with manipulating and exploiting others, especially children. But he wouldn’t have a chance to voice his concerns as suddenly from the gates of the shrine, a group composing of humans and Shinigami emerged. They were led by an outspoken man who preached and encouraged his followers to walk into the wailing mist. Masato would’ve tried to prevent their suicides, if only he wasn’t paralyzed by disbelief and doubt of their lunacy. It was only after they completely disappeared and the regretful cries came from their general direction that Masato began to register what had just happened. It was unfortunate that had they waited a few moments, Himself and the capable individuals surrounding him could’ve possibly restored their hope. "Hey, you guys are survivors, right! Come on over here, the mist doesn't work on the shrine grounds. We're all gathered inside, there are more Shinigami too." spoke a young man who approached them from out of the temple gates. His pristine condition, attitude and smile were all certainly off-putting. How could he be so jolly considering what just transpired? “Is it just how he handles stress?” Masato thought, trying not to judge too hard the man who was only courteous. "Nice to meet you, my name is Kiri." The man stated while extending a handshake. The Shinigami captain accepted the handshake before simply introducing himself as “Oriru.” With the pleasantries over, Kiri guided them all into the shrine wherein he mentioned the disheartened state of most of the refugees. They were split in cliques of various sizes, collectively Masato estimated there were twenty. Some sat alone in their misery, murmuring gibberish, while others conversed and prayed. "I can tell you guys have been through a lot, so I'll give you guys some space and time to rest and I guess decide what you want to do next." Kiri said before leaving to comfort some of the crying individuals. Shortly thereafter, Captain Kusho, or Oriru, approached the congregated Shinigami. As any competent leader would, he attempted to inspire his disgruntled and confused men. Bearing his unsheathed black Zanpakuto, the captain ended his speech with the question, “—who else will carry their blade alongside me?" “I should make myself useful too,” were Masato’s exact thoughts while he scanned the temple for individuals he could, if not comfort, extract information from. With so many spiritually aware eyes present, it wasn’t a stretch to assume someone could’ve possessed knowledge crucial for the take down and “liberation” of Lady Tomoe. Masato’s search ended as he decided to accompany the crying couple. He made sure to approach them at an angle which they would’ve seen him coming, lest he startle them with his sudden presence. They were holding each other’s hands and trying ,to no avail, to comfort one another. Masato softly introduced himself “good evening, I’m Hizorashi Masato. Do you mind if I join you?” 1. Should they accept, he would’ve sat down next to them and inquired about the nature of their relationship, why they were at this cemetery, and what did they think of Kiri. 2. Should they decline or ignore him, he would choose to approach one of the whispering men, with almost similar questions. ND: 4870+2200= 7070 WC: 1190
  20. Good Ol Yuro

    Rising in Rukognai, ripples in the water . . .

    Prologue – Slowly, he grips the heavy flap of his large tent and pulls it back, revealing the sometimes sickening dull blue of the early morning as the Lieutenant steps out from his quarters and into his camp. They had been there consecutively for one month and while some minor complications had occurred nothing majorly bad had happened. Some had worried that their set up would make it far too easy for assassins to sneak into the camp and kill them in the night but none had tried as of yet. At first only a few people came every now and then, some ill some injured and they would be cared for and sent back, some requiring greater care were allowed to stay as long as they needed, anything to send a powerful message and assert their presence correctly. Yuroshima had refused to use his Zanpakuto aside from life death emergencies for two reasons, one was that he didn’t want to make it about him as a figure so much as about the camp as an institution and wanted to allow the people the story that they were able to stay and be well cared for when they returned to their communities, and secondly because he wouldn’t always be here to act as a magic wand, he had to keep his subordinates sharp. There had been talk lately of a few isolated attacks on Nahgistahd from some neighboring village that used to be a part of the next district over. Apparently it had grown so different in its culture after the crises that it had been able to culturally secede. According to the patients that would wander in injured by them, either through fighting or crossfire style wounds, they had named their near newly formed village Opalia. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Growing Pains – Yuroshima walks through the decently sized town of tents and building like carts and temporary shacks which now made up his main camp. Seeing Restoration Corps Officers working on injured souls in tents or walking them from ne location to another brought immense joy to his heart, what a delight it was to see the talents of his subordinates being correctly utilized and not wasted on menial tasks as they likely would be back at the Seireitei. The Lieutenant laughs to himself gently a moment, he had been away from the Seireitei for a month and a half straight now and privately dreaded the idea of returning to the red tape, out here his subordinates trusted him and if he knew something needed to be done but would go against protocol he could stil make the decision to do it himself and it even be held up in some interpretations of the law as a survival necessity. Finally he approaches a rather shabby brown tent resting at the foot of one of the small hills, a food tent sits proudly atop the hill behind. “Officer Jim?” The Veiled Healer calls towards the closed flaps of the tent. “I’ll be ready in just a moment sir!” The eighth seat called back in reply. “Today is a big day.” Yuro thinks as he stands straight with his back to his comrades tent. A Restoration Officer walks by guiding a citizen by the left arm, their right arm was slung up and heavily bandaged by even still beginning to turn a seeping dark pink in the center, soon to be red, the officer was guiding the soul in the direction of the surgical tents before looking to his commander and waving with a smile containing a mixture of joy and exhausted sorrow. Yuroshima waves back, indeed this month had been hard, but harder trails were yet to come. Moments later Jim emerges from his abode tying his bandana tightly in the back around his head and in that moment, the Lieutenant realizes he had never seen Jims hair, or even possibly Jims lack of hair. “Ready to go?” He asks the eighth seat who smiles confidently, “Oh yeah, today is going to go great, I grew up here, you got the majority bandits to move out a ways, they already love us..” The Restoration Lieutenant nods to this, “Indeed.” He states as the two begin making their way to the northern edge of the maze of tents which encapsulated them. “But we don’t want to go into this with a feeling of it ‘being in the bag’ , so to speak. Although I do admit that with the points you’ve brought up and the many cases we have healed and nurtured the last month or so.. much is in our favor for this meeting.” The two reach the cart gate and request the two opening carts to be moved aside for their leave. Yuroshima climbs atop a two horse supply cart and Jim takes the passenger seat. They could have used shunpo to get to Nahgistahd but there would be no point in using any spirit energy for what would simply be a 10 minute ride by cart up the road, plus the cart contained supplies for the village for a sort of bribe like effect. The Lieutenant grips the reins gives a stern jolt. “Hah!” He calls out, causing one of the horses to lurch slightly before they both begin moving at a moderate speed up the dirt path away from the hilly field surrounded by forest. The sun began to rise, bright and orange through the trees, sending sword like rays of light cascading across the two shinigami as they finally neared their destination. “You think these attacks from that weird would-be village of savages can be a talking point as to why we should be allowed into the town?” Jim asks as they begin to cross the town lines. “Perhaps.” The Lieutenant replies, “But only if he brings it up, we dont wanna make it seem like we are calling them weak, if theres one thing people in these parts can’t stand.. its Shinigami Supremacy.” Jim nods thoughtfully, “Why so early?” He asks a second question. Yuroshima waves to two citizens who he knew to be assistants or advisors to the mayor, “He said first thing this morning, so I wanted to make sure we were the first thing he dealt with when waking up.” The assistants of the Mayor lead them up to their masters office, and the meeting ensues. WC – 1,060
  21. Star

    Case Work

    All in a day's work The sounds of laughter music and conflict fill the room simultaneously beneath a light fog of smoke that cascades across its entirety. This room had every cliche expected of a cut-rate pub; the pool hustling jocks, a loner or two pouring their troubles to the bartender with each glass that reached its brim, and of course the few feeling so lucky as to score an endless need of their ongoing romance afflictions. Thomas resided to a group of his own off in the distance, as he sits upon a stool with a glass of whiskey half full and a mind half empty. His eyes lay dormant on the television above, and could only make out what subtitles provided him among the endless cries of his subordinates in the background. They howled like wolves in the night, as they celebrate the closing of yet another grand case under their belts. Thomas however didn't seem to share the same enthusiasm as his joyous colleagues though, and rather let out a sigh as his glass turns upright. There was a sudden tap atop his shoulder as he swallows to make a wince of dissatisfaction to the flavor of his cut-rate brand provided on this night. "We got another monster off the streets Treynor, why the long face?!" He'd never expected a friend to understand the overwhelming feeling of melancholy and solace that befell him, even in the streamlined advances of yet another menial victory in the unwavering battles. Still though, Thomas would turn so that his body faced the television in a way that allows him to more easily addressed this level of concern. "I'm always glad to lock-up another scumbag, but it appears we've got another series of unanswered murders on our hands." His hand lifts to point at the TV while he speaks, and the smile upon the face of his friend turns solemn while retrieving his arm in order to take a seat next to Treynor. "I know Thomas, but we mustn't let the ever-recurring crime dampen our teams morale." His colleague waves for the bartender to provide the duo with a refill as his arm falls rest on the table beside the glass. "Tonight we celebrate the victory of a crime-lords descent, and tomorrow we suit up like nothings changed. We mustn't lose hope just because they always strike back." Thomas made a light nod in response, and grabs his glass just as soon as his reaches its brim. He turns his body to face the crowd with an eye on the real hero of night in everyone's eyes, and his friend sat idly. He raises his glass high the air while raising his voice to attain the attention of the crowd. "A toast to Commissioner Weisley! The man who makes all of this possible." Officers and pedestrians alike 'woo' in response to turn their glasses up, and their drunken cheers would be soon to follow in superiority. As the group would return to their activities Thomas pushes his glass back to the counter and waves towards the bartender to signify he was done. Weisley held a bit of concern with his outlook as Thomas retrieves his jacket. "You know how I feel about you going solo Treynor, let me join you this time." He couldn't help give a smirk in response as he throws the trench coat over his shoulders. "We both know you cant leave a party where you're the center of attention, that would just be bad politics. Besides, aren't you a bit old to be active in the field?" Weisley couldn't help but chuckle at the joke as he waves for another refill. "Just be careful out there, we only have so many people who can handle the 'mysterious' sightings around here y'know?" With a simple nod Thomas made his way out the door, as billowing smoke pours from the pub behind his exit. The detective takes in a deep breathe of fresh air immediately making haste towards the destruction earlier displayed on the television. Between the constant criminal affairs and 'mysterious' destruction that waked the ever active town, Thomas could rarely take the time to rest these days. It were days like these that the burdened soul couldn't help but appreciate the fact that he could handle his whiskey. "Guess now would be the best time to test the prototype Weisley gave me." Thomas looked down at the watch on his left wrist and began to try and recall exactly how to use it. "He could've at least gave me a damn manual, all these fucking buttons." He eventually figures the basics out with a signifying sight before finally pressing the required combinations of tiny configurations. "Ahh." A light flash of light consumes his entirety enveloping his being for a fleeting moment, only to reveal a change of his appearance most suitable for one who wishes to remain unknown to the press. He would now look as if from oriental descent instead of his actuality of Italian blood, as well as having suddenly donned long black hair. The white garb to accompany this clearly suggested that the disguise was meant to hint towards his being another Cliche old to the town. He didn't have the time to ring up Weisley and scald the poor bastard for the thoughts he had on this new device, but instead needed to make his way en route to the site of malice with great haste. "Taxi!" The yellow cab pulls up with the driver having a rather peculiar expression as he rolls his window down. "The hell are you? Some kinda.." Thomas would cut the man off quickly jumping in the back and throwing a hand full of hundred dollar bills towards the driver seat. "Thousand bucks to shut up, get to central town in less than 2 minutes, and not ask a single damn question." The driver's eyes remain wide peering into the rear-view for a moment, but he quickly speeds off without murmuring another word. Within 30 seconds an ominous beeping protrudes from the watch catching the attention of the detective who awkwardly looks down. "Damn smart watches." After further investigation he could see a map of sorts pop up on the screen signifying they were approaching the 'dot' on the screen. "He never mentioned a tracking device, lucky break I suppose. Hell, as if I couldn't follow the sounds of destruction and feelings of dread ever-present." The detectives eyes peer out the window as his taxi turns yet another corner, only to reveal a rather troublesome even transpiring. "An open portal?" He lets out a light scoff feeling as though this would truly be an all-nighter. He couldn't help but wonder why they would leave a portal open, as they rarely used them longer than needed to enter this realm. Just as he was beginning to suspect a flood of disturbing beasts pour from the tear in the sky. To the common-folk it would just seem as though a series of unnatural unpredictable weather had occurred. Strong guests of winds forming from the town's center, followed by questionably precise 'earth quakes' that caused a rumbling of the ground and buildings in the surrounding areas. "G'Damned Daemons." His escorts nerves had become apparently worked up as the mans sweaty hands trembled and his driving skills had become questionable at best. Treynor would then roll down the window pulling out two revolver's from his white coat. "Hold steady fool!" He takes aim shooting at the variety of targets descending from the sky onto rooftops, and his driver would have since slammed on the brakes freaking out. "The fuck are you doing?!" Thomas kept his attention steady of the onslaught of beasts instead of dignifying the man with his attention entirely. "I said no questions damnit!" It was apparent that he'd either not provided enough cash though; or rather, no amount of money would make this cab-man willing to dive through this destruction. He let out a scoff and jumped out of the vehicle before letting it speed off and bringing his attention back to the matter at hand. WC: 1,351 / ?,???
  22. Star

    Fate Points: Tutorial and Shop

    Name l Treynor, Thomas [Fullbringer] Maximum Fate Point Balance l 9 - Reiatsu Benchmarks [61k] [4] - Re Surge [3] - Legacy [2] - Achievements [0] Current Balance l [0] Purchases Total l [9] [3 POINTS] POWER TRANSFERENCE [Relics of the Past] [4 POINTS] 1ST FOCUS [Perception] [1 POINT] REI'DAR [Story Driven] [1 POINT] CONVINCING DISGUISE [Story Driven] Achievements l ??? ???
  23. San Salvatore

    Egriffiend's Night of Wailing [Event Arc]

    It had been almost a year after San had joined a squad,squad 7.He had rose up in the ranks quickly,reaching the 5th seat in his first year.His power an skills have grown quickly,an evolved into something he himself was surprised by.The young(really 30) shinigami had been on a few "outings" to the real world even one that led to the demise of his squads Vice Captain.Even with his new found powers an respect for missions,he was now sent on a real mission.A mission that had been haunting not just the soul society but also an mainly the world of the living.It was known as the Night Of The Wailing,as it had came to be known by.It was a night that seem to fail every year on the same day,the 31st of october.In the past couple of years many shinigami have been sent to investigate,for those years all were lost.The phenomenon ocurred on a cemetery ground.On the grounds a large mist would appear an extend over it,shrouding it from sight as well as reiatsu presence.Once those would enter they would never been seen or felt again,completely vanishing into the void.An with each year that passed that this abnormal mist appeared it grew,substanty.This would lead the Gotei 13 this year to form an produce a large force to encounter an hopefully find the cause of the phenomenon.After all it had claimed many lives,not just humans but soul reapers alike.It was thought to be caused by a powerful hollow,but after the years of no real information it was unclear,an really unknown.Not just was a large force this year assembled for the task but it was also head by the Kido Corps Commander.Along with the fact no limiters would be placed on any shinigami.Truly detailing how severe an troubling the situation was an could be.San was tasked as the 5th seat of his division,the 7th to be there responder to say the least,In reality San once reading the mission an knowing his power he voluntered for the job,would that become a bad choice only time would tell.This was the third Night Of The Wailing. THE NIGHT: It had come,the day.Five groups of four Shinigami had arrived to the cemetery.All had one from the fourth for healing,12th for investigation an analysis,fifth for kido,eleventh for skills in fighting an squad two member to lead the team.However San had replaced a fifth division member,due to the mans untiming sickness,As well as to represent his squad,Squad 7.They would all arrive an instantly be met by the sight of the cemetery.It was blocked off by red brick walls,you could see the age from time on them but still they stood firm.There was si picketed iron gates,that again showed the signs of time,but were still firm an intact.All gates were locked an sealed,but whined with the wind,scratching agianst one another.The cemetery was massive,it stretched as far as one could see with dips an hills,headstones an monuments in the thousands.Overgrown the trees had become in most area,some stayed upkept probably due to ones family members.Most were not an formed a sort of forest like picture,dreadful to say the least. As the sunset,the Night began,a mist appeared an formed out of no where instantly covering the grounds an overflowing the walls an gates into streets besides.The mist was so dense that instantly nothing could be seen,an no spiritual presence could be felt anymore.San was grouped with another team that would enter from the east.Upon entering it all sight was gone,unless in very close proximity of one another.Once inside the group of soul reapers could no loner sense or talk with anyone outside.Even there sense of spiritual presence of one another was thrown off.Instead it was as if the mist itslef was filled with theres an many other signatures,moving like wave in a storm,this way an that.It truly gave them a sense of unease,as well the feeling of being alone an lost.Even one of the group memebers tried to turn back almost instantly after entering,the feeling of fear taking him over.However the soul reaper was lost inside the dense mist never to be seen or felt again.One member was already lost an taken by the fog,San could only help but feel unease an slightly worried.It had been just minutes before a member was lost.Realising this San would not let his guard down nor continue unless close to one another.After all at this moment the sight an ability to sense reiatsu was gone.They could only rely on there minimal sight,an smell,most was touch but in such a wet damp area touch wouldnt help to warn an ready oneself.With every step an move the two groups neeeded to be on guard,an most of all not lost one another. No matter how far they traveled or in any direction the mist was still just as dense,an dreadful,producing an ominous reiatsu signature of hundreds including there own tangled together into one.It wouldnt take long before a real threat over came the two groups.It would appear as a single being,as first noticed by a squad 2 team leader.He raised his hand to stop the group,all instantly taking a defensive stand,drawing there zanpaktus from there sheaths,slowly,quietly.It was then a mere second later a form of a figure could be seen stepping out of the range of sight an into the vision of the group.Quickly to San it resembled a corpse,as it emerged from the fog.His eyes widened trying to make sure he was seeing right,after al the fog was dense as it ever was.It seeme to hone on the group as it took steps towards them limping,appearing to struggle as it walked.Before anyone could act or speak,it let out a roaring howl.Its mouth opening revealing how decayed it was,teeth mostly missing jaw bone showing threw patches of skin.With the roar,the group readied itself to engage the target,after all the shreik was not friendly nor one of pain or in need of help.The 11th member of the squad step forward first to enegae as he did,the attack begun.Instantly loud howling could be heard all around the group of living soul reapers,the howling echoing threw the fog.It had to be atleast a few dozen if not more,again sight was not on there side. In a moments noticed the first lonely one that appeared,step forward,its speed not matching the way it walked,instead it was impressive,insane.It closed the gap between itself an the squad 11 member before the soul reaper knew what happened,it tackeled the man to the ground.At which the dozens of reanimated corpses appeared witht he same speed attacking from every direction.Quickly the two groups were over run,an outnumbered.San had already known there was more to the mist then just a mist,he could feel his body be taxed,but what happened to the 11 division member confirmed it.As he was tackeled to the ground an three others joined pinning him down they all roared,with denser fog/mist pouring out there mouths onto the soul reaper,consuming his body from sight.What happened after the man was lifeless,an his body quickly fell into the invisibility that was the mist.With no end in sight an danger appearing constantly from every direction,San would not hesitate,after all he was here an luckily without a form of a limiter.After being attacked by his first zombie type creature,he would stumble back into a group of four more,while drawing his blade,instantly calling out its name."Yami No O(King Of Darkness)His sword would glow purple changing into its dual sided blade,with chainz that wrapped around his forearm an extra held in his right.He would begin to spin his sword above his head,quickly increasing the length as he cut down the corpses around him,swinging faster an faster.Still they were fast,extremly fast an many in nuber,the continued to hurl forwards,overwhelming San.San would begin to fall to the ground,more appearing around him.At this time his comrades were dealing with the same.Some not be able to release there weapons in time,some falling others standing there ground for now. As San fell being overwhelmed he dipped into his shadow,vanishing from sight,appearing out of anothers corpse cutting it down in three slashes.They were not that strong but there speed an number made this a very dangerous situation.He would begin to spin his sword again,this time a comrade released his sword.A wall of fire erupted around the group trapping them inside along with a dozen creatures,while causing the others not to enter momentairly.This would last long enough for the now four members out of two groups fight off an regained there composer.After so many seconds an howling with breath of the fog exiting there mouths,extingushed the wall of fire,leaving the group to be overwhelmed again."Move out Now!!"the last squad 2 leader called out to the four an so they began to retreat,however they were being chased to no end in sight.Quickly the horde picked off one an left just three,only time would show that there retreat was in vain.Turning back San looked to the horde an could feel his second zanpaktu calling out.Seeing no other way or better chance,San would reach behind his back an pull out his dagger zanpaktu that was horizontally strapped to his back."Shi No Joo"With those words his dagger would change into the same form as his first,a dual blade side sword with chains that wrapped around San forearms.Along with it,both would now have a line or purplish pink coloring that lined both sides of the sharp double sided blades."DECAY"San called out as he did a purplish fog extered from his now spinning swords,that he spun close to his body.The fog would spread out like a wave in every direction hitting an consuming the horde that closed in.The would continue there run but by the time they neared /san an the group of three,there already rotted flesh was worsened an began to fall apart,making them alot easier to kill."Good job San,but nows our chance,you two get out of here,ill hold them back.San shook his head no but the squad 2 leader insisted,knowing his duty as leader,he would bid them time by using his life.San couldnt argue anymore an nodded leaving the area with his last comrade.A second later a giant boom an wave of fire came pouring out catching up towards San an his fleeing comrade.The eruption of fire was much like a volcanic eruption,shooting threw the mist an illuminating everything closely for a mere second or two.This would exterminate the horde atleast those caught in the blast but mainly it did allow the two to escape. However upon the light of the explosion San saw something in the near distance a lrge hill.The two would make there way there,but again they would run into a horde,this time only San lived.After his comrade fell,he began to use his shadows to move threw the mist.However even in his shadows his movement was limited to small gaps an if not he would reemerge in an unknown area.But what was good was he could avoid anymore unwanted interactions for the most part.Luckily after so much time he had made his way luckily close to the hill.Which now he could see what somesort of place,as stairs led up it to what seemed to be a mistless area.It was strikingly different it seemed the mist would not enter the area,nor was distorted by any sort of reiatsu mixture signature.San would run with his full speed to the area which now appeared once close enough a shrine was placed atop of the hill.San felt a feeling of thankfulness he needed a safe haven,atleast for now.As he reached the stairs an exited the fog,he sheathed his weapons anhe moved up the stairs.He looked back for a second hearing the howling an wailing of thousands of mist beings closing in on the position. THE SHRINE: On top the hill was the shrine was a few builidngs,which San didnt really pay any real attention to.After all he had survived,barely,while watching many comrades fall or go missing.He was happy to be alive but felt unassured of his next action.Until he could sense again,he felt others on top the hill,others survived?He thought as he continued to walk up.The mist was still present but not at all as dense or taxing.San would walk over the last stair to meet the sight of a few others,even a group who just walked into the mist willingly,what reason was unknown to San as he just arrived.He even saw a man at a open door welcoming those into the Shrine hall,which to San seemed to untrusting an off,after what just befell upon the groups that entered. San was a 5'9 shinigami thin in build but very toned muscles.He wore a custom sleeveless top,with a hood that covered most of his face,the rest looked like a normal shinigami outfit.He had one zanpaktu on his right hip,while his dagger like Zan strapped horizontally behind his back.His skin was the only thing that truly stood out,it was purple having being succumbed to his Zanpaktus powers his skin toned changed to a off purple,with black veins.His eyes were pink,an would shine in almost any light.He would nod to the group he did not know an continue to his comrades the Shinigami.He was quickly met by the ex Omni Commander,he would slightly bow "Sir,San Salvatore,5th seat of squad 7.last of my group"an continue inside the building where he could feel the Kido corps Commander.He wouldnt really speak to the man at the door besides state his last name"Salvatore" at this point San was on edge about anyone he knew not about.Inside the hall was differetn groups of people an shinigami,all scattered or alone.However he was hear to talk an join the last known superior of the mission.Upon walking up he over heard the Captains final words an like any real soul reaper,he would not go out without a fight."Sir 5th seat of the seventh division,San Salvatore will stand by your side." San called out drawing his znpaktu from its sheath an it sparkled with purple reiatsu while the sharp side of the blade shined with pinkish purple.San wanted to explain his encounter an happenings inside the mist however he knew it wasn’t the time but he would inform the leader so to speak of the mission(for the shinigami) how he was the last one of the two squads alive or not lost in the mist.This would be seen somewhat in the San obvious battered an scared outfit an body,clearly he went threw a struggle inside the mist an his appearance alone would give somewhat insight into the two groups San had accompanied fates.He had finally arrived his body already could feel the taxation leave his body an he could also feel somewhat not aloneEven if this was the first time he truly met the Kido Commander or the former Commander of the Omni . WC:2,465
  24. Ink Meister

    Canvas of the misfortune

  25. ChaosKaiz

    Egriffiend's Night of Wailing [Event Arc]

    Oriru Kusho [Niebla Nefasta Effect: -150 ND] - Inactive[REMAINING ND| 11,840] - Recovered "Are you sure that you can save her..." Although it was asked by the former commander, there was a moment where Oriru had to ask himself softly within his own thoughts, fearful for the fact that his answer would be denying the potential of saving her. Oriru knew that Hitsuyona was referencing Lady Tomoe and the ability to save her soul before it is too far gone, but each word that he considered was placed more on the person that he wanted to personally bring back. "In the end, all I have is hope." Oriru was pulled out of his own thoughts as the sounds of the wailer seemed to echo violently wishing to bring the members upon the Shrine Grounds to a sense of paradise, this false fantasy that has been developed. Almost as if in response to the call being made, a collective would break free from the main building of the Shrine grounds and make their way towards the mist. Some of the members were Soul Reapers that Oriru, and even Tenzaimon, had recognized but it was clear to Oriru that these individuals had made their decision to lay down their sword rather than raise their shields and as such were welcome to the fate that they approached. It was clear to Oriru that there was a strong feeling being held within the bodies of his two seated comrades, but he took pride in the fact that they were able to stand against the fear and remain ready to fight; although their drive against fear seemed to have been misdirected already. Still, there was promise based on their heart and that was the key to getting through this night alive. From the building, a survivor who had not decided to join the rest of the suicidal collective would call out to the agitated group to approach and introduced himself; "Captain Kusho-" He paused for a moment and switched his intentions, "Oriru." As he shook the hand of the inviting man and made his way into the small area of salvation, the Sanctuary. Among the survivors, a single collective stood out the most to the Captain as members of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads could be seen gathered close to one another but there was a small divide between them. It was clear that some of them were not as secure in themselves as the others, and certainly no where near as much as Kazuko or Tenzaimon and Oriru gave a soft sigh. "I can only imagine the way that they have suffered..." With the two recently acquired seated officers, Oriru made his way to the rest of his comrades unsure and unconcerned if Hitsuyona would follow knowing that the former commander would find better use of his time gathering information from the other members of this gathering. Approaching the Resolute Shinigami Group and Broken-willed Shinigami Group Slowly the captain made his way towards people of a familiar face, taking note of the members that stood in front of him. Each of them couldn't have been more than a mid tier seated officer of their respective squads. Oriru started to think back to the members of the Soul Society and connected the images of their faces to the people before him and the files that he read over the decades and recalled each and every single one of these people. Some of them noticed the Captain as he approached and showed the proper respect of a Captain as they should but Oriru immediately dismissed the formalities aware that at this point ranks mean little in truth. Survival starts to blur the lines of a hierarchy and Oriru was never one to become fond of the role of a leader of soldiers, different than the manager of administrative employees. "Shinigami." Oriru could see the look in their eyes and the desires of their minds wanting something to make sense of everything, "I want to first say this; I am proud of you." The Captain had no idea what he was going to say but knew they look of people hungry for hope. "You have endured the events within the mist, your have kept each other safe, you have remained strong this far for the people that have come before you, that stand by you, and those that fell short of this point." He gave a moment of respect, a bit of spite for the Captain Commander for choosing him, Oriru, to be his lieutenant and pushing him up through the ranks. Oriru argued constantly that he was not fit to be a leader, that was not a skill that he could manage to harness. "You have earned a moment to rest, but soon we have a decision to make. Some of you may decide you are not ready to face what is outside in the mist, and I will not judge you. I will, however, feel sorry for you because you will sit here waiting for some conclusion of this nightmare. Some of you, however, will stand by my side as we face the nightmare directly. Those that are able to carry a sword should not be afraid to wield it against injustice, those that are able to lift a shield should not be afraid to guard against evil, and those that are able to speak should not be afraid to echo their virtue against corruption. Whether you sit by and wait, or you stand and fight; some of you will not survive this night. The difference is the more that stand, the more of a chance we have to end this nightmare for the people in this room, the people we have lost from this mist, and to prevent the nightmare for the future to face." Oriru took hold of his Zanpakuto and, for the first time in a long time, remove the blade from the sheath revealing the unique black steel of his blade with white specks that moved around like starts in the night sky. Bathed in a golden glow, he held the sword in front of him with the blade pointed slightly upward, "With my last breath, I wield my blade against this mist to ensure no other needs to sacrifice. I ask this of you, who else will carry their blade alongside me?" WC | 1061
  26. Metabee

    A Normal Life No More

    As soon as Arthur got home, he threw himself at his bed and simply laid there. ‘Join us.’ In the end, he couldn’t answer. He simply didn’t know what he should do from now on. Up to now he had a completely ordinary life and in just one night everything was tumbling down. He was lost as to his direction. Who he was and who he was supposed to be. Were they the same person or two completely different individuals? He had a feeling that if he was to pursue this Fullbringer life he would lose who he was. From a law-abiding citizen to a cold-blooded killer. Is this how this was supposed to turn out? That wasn’t what he wanted and not the type of person he wanted to become. He raised his right hand into the air and spoke,’Myriad Manifestations Umbrella,’ but nothing happened. An umbrella didn’t appear in his hand and neither was there any signs of life from his wristband. Arthur let out a sigh. In the end, he didn’t even know how to use it. Layla was right. If he was left to his own devices without any sort of guidance, then there was no hope for him. Yet, it couldn’t be denied that reiatsu was coursing through him and that was not something that could be removed. He would remain a target. His arm fell down to the bed and he laid there for a while before he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Arthur reached for it and looked at the notifications on the lock screen. It was a spam email so he ignored it but what caught his attention was the notification below it. 10 missed calls: Alice. He let out a sigh. Even though he said that he will come if he wasn’t busy he always came anyway. Wasn’t that how it was supposed to be? Therefore, if he didn’t turn up then it was natural for Alice to worry about him. They were almost like siblings so it was natural they would support and look out for each other. He unlocked the phone and went into the contacts, chose Alice and called her. She picked up quite quickly and before he could even get a word in she started,’Arthur? Is everything fine? You didn’t turn up today. It’s not like you and I know how you are.’ He could hear the worry in her voice He answered calmly,’Sorry for worrying you. I had a bit of an accident on my way back yesterday, so I have a few bruises here and there.’ Alice exclaimed with shock,’Oh my god! Do you need help? Should I come over?’ He smiled,’No, no. I’m fine, really. It’s not like I broke anything. Just that it hurts here and there.’ She was still concerned though,’Are you sure?’ He nodded though she clearly wouldn’t see it,’Yes, I’m sure. Anyway, I want to rest so I’ll talk to you later, alright?’ Alice answered with hesitation,’Mhm. Take care then.’ He replied,’You too,’ and hung up. The week passed and he was nowhere closer to having the answer. Every moment of everyday he was plagued with the same question,’What should I do?’ He couldn’t escape it and it got to the point where it was affecting his functioning skills as he became clumsier and his reactions had slowed. Perhaps there was some people who would have been able to decide right there and then without a second thought, but not him. He believed that there were even more people who would hesitate like him. It was such a big life decision after all. Saturday. Just like usual he would help Alice in the café but as they promised today would be their dinner so around 6pm they started getting their stuff and left to go to the restaurants. In the end, Alice chose Italian as her go to this time meaning they would be getting pizza. Why they couldn’t order pizza online that was much cheaper and just as good was beyond him, but he didn’t bring it up as he didn’t want to start an argument. They sat and talked about random stuff and he tried to focus on the conversation but at the back of his mind the question kept plaguing him. It wouldn’t give him peace until he made his choice it seems. Alice noticed this,’What’s wrong? You’ve been a bit off these past few days. Is it because of the accident?’ Arthur hesitated. He couldn’t just tell her what this was about as she wouldn’t understand and would think him crazy, but he knew she just wouldn’t let it go either. He decided to be vague,’I will have to make a decision about something soon. The problem is I don’t know what to do and it keeps bothering me.' She rested her head on her hand,’Hmm, I see.’ Clearly it didn’t tell her much so even if she wanted to give advice, she wouldn’t be able as she didn’t know the situation. Alice nodded,’Go with your gut! It’s how you’ve always done it. It’s better to do it and regret rather than not do it and regret, right? I always see you make so many decisions when you play games and you always lead your team to victory. Why limit yourself to games? Have more confidence in yourself!’ She gave him a sincere smile after she finished, and his eyes widened. ‘We take up our arms and fight for those who can’t.’ Yes. The answer was obvious from the start. It was fine to hesitate but not for this long. If he wanted to continue, he couldn’t be this indecisive. Arthur nodded,’Thanks. I’ll try my best.’ Their dinner continued normally without any problems and they both enjoyed it so it could be called a success. They left the restaurant and started heading back to their houses,’It was good fun. We should do it more often.’ He nodded and smiled,’Yea. Actually, I’ve got the next place planned already.’ She was both surprised and happy,’Where? Tell me!’ He smirked,’If I told you it wouldn’t be as fun, would it?’ Alice sulked but knew it was true. Shortly after, she went her own way to her house and Arthur too started heading back though his destination was not the house but the cemetery. He walked among the rows of gravestones towards his destination to a particular gravestone. It would be in the same place as usual, so he took the shortest route to get there and stopped in front of it. Scarlett Wright. Died aged 18. There was 7 years difference between them so if she was still alive, she would have been 34. That was also how old Alice was now. He cleaned up her grave from dust and laid some flowers that he got along the way and lit the candles with his lighter. He spoke,’If you were still alive what would you do?’ When he was younger, he would always get bullied at school and the one to save him would always be his sister. In truth he was quite a weak and wimpy kid who couldn’t do anything for himself while his sister was braver, kinder and stronger than anyone he knew. Simply put he admired her, and she was his role model. Scarlett, Alice and himself. If only he could bring back those days. ‘We take up our arms and fight for those who can’t.’ The time for being wimpy and indecisive was over,’I can’t bring back those days, but I can protect what remains of them. I may not be able to save her from terminal diseases, but I can eliminate any physical threats that she can’t perceive.’ The dark night and a single gravestone was illuminated by a golden glow. In his right hand was an umbrella. He didn’t do it voluntarily. It simply answered his feelings. The umbrella with myriad manifestations. It will take whatever shape necessary to protect those that he loves. Arthur made his decision. Word Count: 1,338 Total Word Count: 3,352
  27. Good Ol Yuro

    Ability Approval Thread

    My Bankai , Shunko and non release from August
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