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    Egriffiend's Night of Wailing [Event Arc]

    Treynor couldn't help but to feel out of place while sitting alone within this room full of misfits. Instead of getting involved with the overall pessimistic mentality of this newfound group he'd stumbled upon, Thomas would simply sit at a table as he disassembles his pistols. He felt the need to clean the remnants of blood and guts from their surface after having used them as melee weapons from the previous horde that attacked his unit. Its putrid smell all but made him gag, and he'd had quite enough of its presence. He would simply have to wait for some among his group to grow courage, or hope that new adventuress would arrive so that he could accompany them to find answers to this mist. A few minutes later the one who originally welcomed Treynor would walk to the edge of the room's doorway. Kiri brought it to everyone's attention that more survivors were among them. As the group entered he could feel a strong presence coming from the American looking individual. Others surrounding himself in different corners of the room seemed to be bothered by the man's aura, but not Treynor. He simply continued to clean his revolvers whilst watching the man approach from his peripherals. Thomas would smirk at the introductions, as it was rather obvious he wasn't of Oriental descent. "Karakura born and raised, but I can understand the confusion." Thomas would then return his weapons to their holster as Connor would request if he had any information to share. As he did so the policemans badge on his belt would be momentarily revealed. "It isn't much, but I took it upon myself to personally investigate the evasive nature of this places a few days prior. The only information that seemed to stand out to me now, was a single name, 'Tomoe'." He pauses to let out a sigh, giving a light scratch to his head. "Thing is though, when I came back around to let myself in the next day, everything about the name had suddenly vanished, pages torn from documents and all. I never took the liberty of introducing myself to the staff, the obvious suspects, before pursuing the information to begin with, but I'm willing to bet one of them took the information after noticing it's misplacement the day before. With all the commotion going on this evening I couldn't begin to question the staff, let alone snoop around the cemetery for clues. " Thomas leanss back in his seat for a moment while allowing his hands to rest behind his head. "I'm willing to bet this name, Tomoe has something to do with it though. The weirdest part is, no one by that name has been buried or visited in 3 years, at least not in the documentation I managed to go through before it vanished." Thomas couldn't help but notice that Connor had maintained the same level of 'pressure' exerting from his presence from the moment he stepped foot into the room. It was intriguing, but to some extent brought about a level of worry should the two find themselves being around each other for any significant amount of time. "It mustn't have been an easy task making it this far with such a empowering presence. Is there a reason your aura is so relevant? As I am sure it drew unwanted attention in this god forsaken mist." He felt the need to ask such, and it was fairly apparent that Connor's presence alone did little to help the frail morale of his company, outside of the ongoing endeavors of one of the other new Arrivals 'Kusho', who had since went to qualm his comrades. WC l 610
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    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 / ?,???
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    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 ??? ???
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    Egriffiend's Night of Wailing [Event Arc]

    Shortly following his response the Shinigami's brow would raise curiously as his attention would seemingly fade from the group among them. Hitsuyona could feel a vaguely memorable presence among them;although, he couldn't quite remember the precise names of those approaching. It was two fellow Shinigami from earlier before this all began. Hitsuyona's gaze turns against the two who would now stand near his counterpart, and with weapons drawn providing great intentions of hostility. The Former Commander musters a great sigh as they immediately jump to accusations against the trio of Fulbrings that stand before them. Their accusations of course held some level of concern to be had, but the entire delivery of their intentions was absurd at best. Just as he would attempt to raise a hand in response to their interjections he would be halted by a rather immense force that suddenly explodes outwards. Hitsuyona's immediate response to such results in an instinctual gleam towards the one known as connor. Sparks fill Hitsu's eyes for a moment as he blinks momentarily before leveling out his own reiatsu signatures. Clearly his actions and words displayed a reasonable anger in response to the two foolish shinigame, and the former commander's resolve dampens after accepting this fact. Watching the lightning dance around the worked up humans body, Hitsuyona couldn't help but feel compelled to curiosity. "I wonder just how similar his innate ability might be." he does however quickly Shelf the thought for later as his attention turns once again. The other two among the humans gave their quick spill before assuming what Hitsuyona could only assume to be battle-ready positions in their own right. Coincidentally, Hitsuyona himself did not feel the need to belittle humans below Shinigami in their own right; however, the Hollow side of his being was always looking to stir trouble. Begrudgingly so, the animistic instinct combined with his inner-spirits devious nature took hold of this moment of opportunity as a rage similar to its own manifests. Hitsuyona's head turns to the side so that it may befall upon the two Shinigami who had clearly made room for unnecessary conflict in this particular situation, and his right hand had since been placed firmly on the hilt of his Zanpaktou. For a slight moment a powerful presence forms into an eletric aura of a dark red appearance, which gives off a feeling of a morbid nature. "You two." His voice had grown distorted much like that of a hollow, which shared a similar feeling with the essence that had since began illuminating so. However, before he could muster another word Kusho would chime in silencing the group as a whole. The words had clearly been directed at the same group that Hitsuyona's focus had switched to, but it had been enough to snap Hitsuyona out of this state even if temporarily. As Kusho would go on to continue his hands reach up to his temple for a moment as he rubs his head before looking up to gaze upon Oriru's person while the speech goes on. "This mist is getting to me, the beast must stay caged at all costs." The damned souls entirety of his time spent within this mist had been so heavily aimed on conflict, both within himself and outwardly against the many a foe he had faced, that he had so foolishly not been able to discern what his fellow colleague had thus far. How he had not come to the conclusion that this was indeed a lost soul bound to the cemetery itself was beyond him, but the possibility was far too prevalent to be considered wrong. He pondered for a moment about the fact, but couldn't come to a complete understanding of how a simple spirit could be capable of such destruction and malice. He turns towards Oriru with a slight look of concern on his face. "I can't argue with your logic, but over a millenia of experience tells me something about it to be amiss. A singular soul shouldn't be this powerful or capable, this prowess is easily on par with a fully developed Bankai." His grip upon his zanpaktou had finally faded, while recalling a distant memory of his very own Tekkei Kage having been in mind with his previous statement. "This Tomoe is surely close to the point of no return, and this level of power would be something that would be truly terrifying. Are you sure that you can save her?" His words were spoken in a way that he'd hoped had gotten across to Oriru specifically. Hitsuyona couldn't help but feel a certain level of remorse in the words he'd last said, but his point stood. He needed to be sure that Oriru was willing to accept the responsibility that came with saving a soul on the brink of hollowification, and an immensely powerful one at that. The way of the Onmitsukido would call for a rather different approach to a situation like this normally, but this wasn't and ordinary situation. Hitsuyona wasn't ecstatic at the idea of having to do either of the two, but if his comrade truly felt that his route was the proper solution; even if that meant the possibility of doom for them all, then Hitsuyona would discard the idea of 'eliminating the threat'. WC: 883 TWC: 1,380
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    Egriffiend's Night of Wailing [Event Arc]

    Hitsuyona would arrive slightly behind Oriru having entered an area within the mist that had seemingly halted the negative effects it had previously produced. He curiously listens in on the Humans' conversation as they go on about matters that didn't concern himself; however, the mention of this lady tamoe had been interesting. They would eventually speak to himself and Kusho. His comrade had taken it upon himself to answer first, as Hitsuyona himself listens to what he has to say. The young shinigami was surprised to hear his response, as he had remained silent the entirety of the time since the last battle forgone. The theories presented were 'interesting' to say the least, and Hitsuyona had only managed to put together about 2/3 of what Oriru mentioned on his own. He wasn't for sure whether or not it did effect the humans differently before now. Around this time the one wearing a peculiar coat asks if hollows somehow managed the capability to cause this. Hitsuyona's hollow presence underlying his reiatsu had since faded while traveling to their current location; therefore, the humans among him wouldn't have known of his hybrid nature. Although, Oriru would surely understand Hitsuyona's level of understanding with his reply. "I know all too well the nature of hollow's presence , overall power and capability, and the nature of which they have to consume all. But this.." He pauses for a moment allowing the sounds of wailing to echoe in the distance before continuing. "These aren't souls being consumed for the purpose of gaining power, it's almost as if whoever or whatever is doing this; perhaps this 'Lady Tamoe', is trapping the souls of her victims and forcefully using them for her bidding as she pleases. "As he spoke the last part of his sentence he glances at Oriru and then the one wearing a mask. He momentarily pauses as a Zanpaktou hovers from beneath his cloak towards Oriru. While within this momentary peace he felt the need to return the Captain's comrades weapon as a form of apology and keepsake for what he was unable to stop. "This is either a unique ability descending of a human nature." He returns his gaze to the one weaing a cyan coat. "Or it is a power held by a being of which we have yet to witness." Hitsuyona took the momentary silence that followed to take notice of the fact that the undead kept from entering further thus far, but was curious as to why they had halted pursuing the part present. It was as if even the mindless were either afraid to enter this domain, or they had been banned from doing so. This habit of the mindless reminded Hitsuyona of an animistic instinct that reigned supreme in his time spent within the fiery pits. He was certain that they either stood before holy ground, or a place so decrepit that even 'these' beings were terrified to step foot on. WC: 493 OOC: sorry for hastily written reply / long wait
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    Egriffiend's Night of Wailing [Event Arc]

    Hitsuyona Shizukesa [Mist Passive -150 ND] [Baleful Breath -0 ND] Remaining ND [2,700] Hitsuyona sands by as if to watch the events unfold in the mere moments that they persist, only to see the inevitable aid of his ally swiftly bring judgement down upon the undead foe that would soon lay lifeless before them. Letting out a slight cough the Former Captain approaches Oriru who had since begun healing the mangled bodies. He was confused by the mans attempts to secure the bodies for future preservation, and Hitsuyona couldn't help but assume it was the 'standard' pounded into the mind of his comrade. "I fear that your attempts are futile, Kusho. They appear to have been lifeless for quite some time before our arrival." Still though, he was sure that his words wouldn't keep the Captain from trying his best to help them, it was likely just his nature. "You poor things... Misguided and stranded... lost and afraid... why do you fight? Why do you struggle? Don't you understand, there is no escape from the Niebla Nefasta. Your efforts are wasted. You need not tire or fear... embrace the mist... accept your fate and I will comfort you to the end of your days." In little time Oriru would begin to walk north west in immediate response to the voice that spoke to them. While Hitsuyona didn't feel enthusiastic to the events that were likely to occur, he could feel the oncoming presence of the undead from every other possible direction . After letting out a momentary sigh and sheathing his zanpaktou Hitsuyona would follow closely behind Oriru once more. He couldn't help but practically feel the unsettling nature arising from his comrade. WC:269 Thread WC l 478
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    Egriffiend's Night of Wailing [Event Arc]

    Hitsuyona Shizukesa [Mist Passive -150 ND] [Baleful Breath -350 ND] Remaining ND [2,850] The wailer quickly jumps to its feet in response to the singular Kido that connected with its left side sending him into a nearby tree. Hitsuyona smirks in response shunpo'ing directly towards the tree as orange tendrils form from his hands. "Bakudō # 11: Horin" He throws his free hand forth sending the two tendrils outwards towards the tree from both sides, almost as if the rope like spiritual entity was a whip. It would quickly wrap around the tree as Hitsuyona pulls back tightly to bind whatever may have been behind it. Immediately following Hitsuyona supercharges the rope itself following ye another phrase. "Hadō # 11: Tsuzuri Raiden" The yellow is soon accompanied by a light blue hue of electrical velocity of great intensity. Holding forth the hand that grips his zanpaktou Hitsuyona suddenly halts pulling the 'Horin' tightly. A purple energy begins to form from his fingertips at the hilt of his blade. "Hadō # 54: Haien"The purple energy would then shoot forth a short distance in direct path with the tree; however, such a weak barrier would stand absolutely no chance as a form of defense. It would reduce the tree to ashes upon impact surely, and hopefully whatever lay behind it by extension. WC l 209 Stats l
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    Egriffiend's Night of Wailing [Event Arc]

    Hitsuyona Shizukesa [Mist Passive -150 ND] [Baleful Breath -350 ND] Remaining ND [3,350] Aikido Master [Two Charges Thus Far] Curse Seal [Conditions Ongoing] MAGNETIC CHARGES: Hitsuyona would watch as both his attacks land, and takes advantage of its short reactions of pain to retrieve the Thread and Zanpaktou he had earlier discarded. The white fabric shoots back to the forearms of Hitsuyona, as well as the hilt of his Wakizashi that would have since landed within the hands of the former Commander. The undead would soon jump to all fours while scurrying around as if a threatened insect, and had notable turned its head sideways observing the Shinigami while making such odd maneuvers. Shizukesa had grown tired of the rather annoying transgressions thus far however, and lets out a solemn sigh while preparing a second line of actions. Hitsuyona raises his vacant left hand to point a singular finger at the scurrying fool before muttering a phrase. "Bakudō # 30: Shitotsu Sansen." A golden triangular beam of light shoots forth from his fingertips growing in size as it travels in an angle that aims slightly towards the ground that the beast stands upon in an attempt to pin it down. While the beam of light is still mid-air nearing the target Hitsuyona index finger retreats allowing his middle finger to shoot a 'bird' upwards. "DaichiKkaho." Various sized rocks lift from the ground beneath the 'undead' that would instantly light ablaze and attempt to further its constriction through means of the several rock formations collapsing upon it. It was at this point that Hitsuyona raises the blade wielding hand to point his index and middle fingers towards the ongoing destruction as blue energy quickly accumulates. "Hadō # 73: Sōren Sōkatsui." Two bursts of explosive blue energy shoots forth at his foe with great velocity. During the mere portions of a second that transpires between his last actions and the current his persons notices the oncoming exhaustion overcoming his entirety. It was clear to him that the mist was beginning to take unfavorable effects on his body, and he'd noticed in recent moments that his breath had become so lightly visable. He wasn't quite sure whether the climate had been cold enough to permit such, but quickly dismisses the thought in wait to see the outcome of his onslaught of destructive kido. WC: 365 TWC: 1,311
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    Egriffiend's Night of Wailing [Event Arc]

    ND Loss [Base Tick 150, Baleful Breath 350] Nd Remaining [ 3,850] Hitsuyona stands astonished as the onslaught of his half naked pursuant continues on, namely in response to the threads that his opponent hold rightly around his fists. It was quite remarkable that this man had the speed and resolve to both swifly retrieve and maintain the overcharged state of his Zanpaktou's Bindings. The former Onmitsukido Captain would have little time to react however, as his enemy nears in for an assault. Stepping lightly to his left Hitsuyona retrieves and throws his very own blade in the opposite direction, before waving a singular finger towards the blade. The threads would attempt to move with all their might in that direction, forcing the wailer to either go for a ride or let loose his grips. Just as he came within melee range Hitsuyona's hands had raised to point a singular finger towards the oncoming headbutt to prepare for the attack should the threads escape their captivity. [repel activated] An invisible force attempts to shove the head of the resurrected directly backwards, followed by a flash of teal light eminating from his hands. "Byakotsui." Hitsuyona instantly forms and launches a modified version of Byakurai and Sokatsui that took form of an explosive beam of electricity. Immediately following these actions Hituyonas same hand opens to allow his palm to face the enemy and flashing teal explosion currently unfolding. "Hadō # 63: Raikōhō" A yellow orb of explosive electrical force shoots outwards directly behind his first onslaught, before he attempted to Shunpo backwards with great speed in an attempt to distance the two so that he could soon retrieve his Zanpaktou. Actions
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    Egriffiend's Night of Wailing [Event Arc]

    ND Loss - 500 Total left - 4,350 The duo presses on-wards as the electrical surge of power seeps from Hitsuyona's presence allowing for the immense energy to quickly escape his body as if to not 'overcharge' or strengthen that which resides within. Hitsuyona could've been heard letting out a momentary sigh of relief at the thought of what had nearly occurred. He was dangerously close to evoking the agreement placed on his powers, and surely standing beside the questionably straight edge captain wasn't the time or place to allow for such an event to occur. Soul possession was surely some form of taboo or legality issue in the Soul Society, and that was a pile of paperwork or sentencing he wished to avoid assuming they survived the night. Before either persons present had a chance to initiate a conversation about what just transpired a loud horrific shriek would have filled the entirety of the surrounding area. The immense pressure of the sound waves alone was enough to burst the ear drums of the Former Captain as he hazily glances in Oriru's direction. Slight disoriented Hitsuyona would then look in the direction that Oriru appeared to be focused on, only to see a condensed cloud of mist flying over the Shinigami's heads and to an undisclosed location. With no choice but to press on-wards they would begin to walk in the general direction that the mist had dispersed, and would eventually come within earshot of a garden in the distance. Hitsuyona couldn't make out the type of plant life present; yet, he could hear the distinct rustling of leaves ever so lightly. He couldn't quite make out whether the wind was truly this calm, or if his hearing had been even more so impaired by the howling shriek moments ago. Before Hitsuyona had the time to assess his situation two figures step forth from the shadows within the oncoming garden. The moonlight fell upon them just enough to make out a few distinguishing features, and most importantly, did it reveal their pale and lack of clothing upon places in which couldn't help but make Hitsuyona feel slightly uncomfortable. "Motherfucker's rocking out with his cock out." It was only a matter of time before the beast awoke among the destruction; however, Hitsuyona couldn't help but feel it had been at the most inconvenient of times. "God damn, and hes coming straight for you! This is golden!" While Hitsuyona's inner hollow took keenly to the revived bodies family jewels Hitsuyona took notice to the significant spiritual pressure and metal cable tied around its neck. Around this time his comrade would have finally spoken , and with such, Hitsuyona's previously solemn expression would transition into one of mild agitation. His blade would turn around so that the dull edge could be used in combat if necessary following a light scoff escaping his lips. "This just keeps getting better! You take orders from that paper pushing politician now? Talk about a Commander in Queef." Hitsuyona's eyes lock onto the oncoming wailer that charges with great speed in his general direction before lifting his free hand directly in front of himself, before addressing the annoying inquiries. "Silence, before I awaken NaruKami to deal with you." "Disperse." Along the surrounding area a storm-cloud emerges in all directions from Hitsuyona; although, it would remain along the surface of the ground as opposed to floating within the sky. [1.] Electrical charges surge immensely around Hitsuyona's immediate surroundings as a form of counter-measure towards the oncoming attacker The threads surrounding Hitsuyona's forearms and zanpaktou unravel to begin floating around himself; meanwhile, the white fabric becomes statically charged and lashes outwards towards the wailer who would have now been within ten meters of Hitsuyona. [2]The Fabric attempts to entwine the pursuers arms and legs together, while simultaneously releasing the electricity in the surrounding area upon the foe. [3]Immediately following this action Hitsuyona releases the grip on his physical zanpaktou to allow it to float in the air one foot from his body to allow the freedom of his right hand for defensive maneuvers should his bindings fail. WC: 680 Stats l Actions l
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    Egriffiend's Night of Wailing [Event Arc]

    The trio continued onward for but a moment, and Hitsuyona saw a response of remorse from his comrade as the cloak would once again cover his torso. Before enough time had passed for the Captain to give a response however, there was a blaring of criest in the distance, which followed with sudden spiking and vanishing of their reiatsu. The Vizard would soon find his senses overwhelmed in their entirety all once; begrudging so, as the stench of foul rotting flesh, and sounds of a narrowing herd fixated on the center of the trios current location. The only distinct presence Hitsuyona could at this moment pinpoint were his own groups and an unknown number of assailants. Before Hitsuyona would have the time or need to prepare a counterattack, it appears that the Captain and accompanying Vice had taken extreme and swift countermeasures of their very own. Hitsuyona stood witness as the horde came a sudden halt in such a hasteful fashion that he had barely been able to follow its movements. The rods had been of many, and all of black, as Hitsuyona merely stood in curiosity upon this point. He looked back to Oriru for a fleeting to moment to observe the follow-up that was surely to come. He took mental note of what appeared to be Oriru's main ability of this rather peculiar Shikai. He watched as their odd connection would suddenly be struck lit with viscous quantities of electricity. The bright flash of electrical surges quickly fades as so did the threat in this moment, and Hitsuyona's grip upon the hilt of his blade would lightly lift. "I wouldn't know, didn't lift a finger." His previous remark was made sly with a rather sarcastic undertone lying beneath his words. No sooner than he had closed his mouth would his eyes suddenly beam wide open in either awe or fear of that instantaneous arrival of an imminent threat. A barrier of sorts in the form of a Vortex had surrounded the Shinigami, only to bring the further danger of a zombie horde being drawn to the same vortex of sorts from the outside of their whereabouts. What had once been the smell of rotting flesh would suddenly exfoliate and multiply with great intensity, which, cause an immediate gagging reflex of one Hitsuyona as he watch the mangled bodies ebb and bow within one another surrounding them. In that fleeting moment a outside force would grab him from behind without warning, lifting his body effortlessly towards the spiraling vortex that he so recently found himself wishing so furiously to avoid. Hitsuyona's weapon nearly effortlessly tranported within his grasps as to swiftly sever the many appendages that adorned him, before his body itself slipped from the cloak; however, it would have been far to little to late. His arms and legs would again be gripped before he'd the chance to fight loose from the unending assault of the unlivings grasps. With each swing of the blade would a new barrage of limbs flail upon his body, and so did his efforts end in vain. The spiraling mist begins to feed on the very essence of Hitsuyona's being, and much like the others did his wail accompany their counterpart. It felt as though his extremities became thread and begun to slowly unravel whilst causing an immense pain similar to his very soul being parted from his body. This feeling was actually unfortunately not foreign to his memory, and would immediately trigger an immense panic and traumatic stress response that sent his animal instincts into overdrive. His body quickly turned to face the sky before a billowing white expunges from every crack and crevice upon his face, and forms a full mask upon his face. A large harrowing howl leaves the mouth of Hitsuyona as a light teal fog escapes his lips, and his eyes glow a bright teal. Several bolts of electricity shoot forth from his body striking the grasps of the undead, and begins turning everying directly surrounding his body to ashes. An electrical field would then form around the body of the hollowfied Shinigami as a form of protective cocoon, as the missing fragments of his entirety would magnetically pull towards one another to re-bond. Amidst these actions occuring Oriru's defensive, yet offensive in nature maneuvers began to take place. The reverse cyclone that would soon be empowered by eletrical surgest began to counteract the vortex as the cocoon surrounding Hitsuyona's body begins to illuminate brightly. Whenever his body became encompassed by the electrical energy his cocoon bursts and sends his body spiraling out of control. A loud thundering boom soon echoes and surrounds the area in a white surge of lightning that attracts itself into the being of Hitsuyona, before his body turns upright to allow for a graceful landing. His body begins to glow is if a pure source of lightning for a moment, as it begins to soak into the humanoid form which now his its hands outstretched. Three blades would shoot forth from the vortex into the hands of Hitsuyona who would now quickly kneel to bring their hilts pummeling into the ground beneath him. A large wave of electricity shoots forth in all directions of his body as a pillar of light shoots directly upwards, causing a relentless booming echoe and instantly evaporating anything with several meters of his whereabouts. The two blades within his grips were the Tanto that originally belonged to Genshi, and to its opposite were a pair of Wakizashi both belonging to Hitsuyona and his former partner Nyu. The original weapon of his own would then form of a bright white light upon the side of his persons before he lifts his headly lightly to make eye contact with Oriru. The Captain had since began to make his way from the Vortex carving a path for the duo to escape. Hitsuyona's body would begin to fade effortlessly from its current location, leaving only an eletrical after image that quickly blows from existence with the wind. He materializes once more by Oriru allowing some of the white lightning swirling around his body to 'attract' itself around Oriru almost as if an aura magnetically attached to his very skin. Hitsuyona would then hold his former Zanpaktou Tekkei Kage into the air, followed by a swirling presence of mist and lightning alike all collectively spiraling down from above into the tip of the blade. As the newfound spiraling vortex appeared above the vizard his overhead storm began to dissipate as a result, before ultimately ceasing to exist. "Smite." For a split second the wind in the surrounding area halts, and a fleeting moment of silence occurs. Immediately following, is a large flashing light causing an immense explosion of spiritual pressure from Hitsuyona's exact location that levels the area around his person. He'd grown impatient of the relentless horde that endless assimilated, and did so in an attempt to delete them from existence. It was also retroactively a result of receiving so much sudden power that he had become 'overcharged', and needed to immediately alleviate his immense spiritual pressure as if to not harm his current form. Stats l 3 turns of 150 Nd, plus based 150 vortex ND Damage Total ND 5,450 - 600 = 4,850 Abilities Upon Request, largely actions were story related. WC: 1,193
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    From Ashes to Dust

    Many gather to watch as the crowd grows endlessly in numbers upon the hill so seldom to be used. People numbered in the hundreds on this dreary day, clouds gathering in the sky as if to only let a shimmer of light to fall upon the peak of the hill of which they stand. Gusts of relentless wind blows many a robe as they stand unified at attention, awaiting the initiation of an event since thought to be urban legend. Silence befalls them all while the sheer whistling of the wind protrudes intensely. Within the Epicenter of the many stands a wooden pillar that dons the binding of a figure who had since been deemed of the most worthy to such a fate to soon become. His head lay motionless facing the ground below bound by both spell and thread alike; likewise, his body bound with chains and Kido unrivaled in its capabilities to confine the wicked. Among the many would the few step forth, one of which holding parchment that had since been unraveled before he would place a singular finger to his throat. "On this day we witness the execution of one Hitsuyona Shizukesa, for the crimes of partaking in the act of Hollowification, the murdering of several members of nobility, and the attempted accumulation of a criminal organization embedded within the Seireitei. " The voice was to be heard far and wide whilst is powerful echo ringed continuously for but a moment before ceasing, only to leave a collection of whispers among those who stood eyes falling onto Hitsuyona himself; rather, what would have appeared to be the shell of his existence that clung to the bindings that had since consumed his entirety. While unable to so much as think of moving let alone speaking, the young soul could but listen to the horrendous accusations placed against himself. Laying within the confinements of his own doom he could but recall the life he'd had thus far, and but wonder why the very place he fought to defend would condemn him to such a death. He'd lived through it all so to speak, hell, he'd traveled through time and space from one reality to another. He could but recall his acts of great honor defending his own homeland from invasions, and the slaying of many a powerful foe that threatened his men; begrudgingly so however, would it all come down to the most dishonorable ends to warriors epic. His mind wanders endless in attempts to find comfort as his previously distinguished allies prepare for what they called a 'ceremony'. ----------------------------------------- Some Time Ago .. Brilliantly displayed were the sunset on such a day as it looms a light orange over the entirety of the ceremony that had taken place. Atop the podium were a collection of high ranking officials who stood diagonally to the one known as Hitsuyona Shizukesa, all donned in a white robe that such a eager Shinigami stood await in anticipation of one of his very own. The normally messy teal hair appeared to be well kept, and such a seldom occurrence accompanied by a eager smile written across his face. A green humanoid figure would step forwards from behind this eager soul to stand beside him, before acknowledging those that stood below among the crowd. His frog like appearance seemed as though it were normal to those attending, as they conjointly away for his announcement. "On this day we witness the inauguration of one Hitsuyona Shizukesa, for exceptional achievements on both the battlefield and as a leading figure within the Onmitsukido. His acceptance follows the retirement of one former leader of equal or higher achievements, and has henceforth received the recommendation of all who stand before you today. " Hitsuyona had certainly never grown used the formalities of an old friend, but turned to face him with a smile nonetheless. Such was proceeded with a number of exchanges between the two as his position be made official. ----------------------------------------- A Short Time Later .. A group of ranking officials, most specifically of the Kido Corps, had since gathered in a circle below Hitsuyona's hanging body, and begun what some may have described as a ritual. The six members would have raised their arms into the sky before reciting some form of spell whilst their hands glew intensely. Slowly did the ground shake as a halberd began to form from a pole along the dusty ground that lay beneath it. In unison their words continue as ropes slowly unravel to reveal its edged blade, and many stared intensely at the ritual as it progressed. As the ropes unraveling reached completion a large gust of wind blows in all directions from its center, and so did they fly effortlessly from the weapon that had now begun to levitated towards the doomed soul. An immense pressure begins to accumulate atop Sokyoku Hill, and its presence showed quite powerful as to bring those not worthy to their knees before it. Hitsuyona could feel the very presence of its personified murderous rage intensely focused on his very being, and it's sheer pressure brought great pain so that a muffled scream escaped his lips. The endearing soul attempted its best to distract oneself from such a catastrophe, yet found great difficulty ensuing his efforts. His efforts were indeed in vain however, as the wicked soon took hold and beneath the white mask he donned did a billowing white expunge itself from every crevice possible. A distorted howl protrudes from the seal that binds him, and so did a second gust of wind form to combat that of the sokyoku. ----------------------------------------- A light sigh escapes the Captains mouth as he slowly opens his eyes in hopes that the discouraging amount of work to be done would have simply faded away. He stares intently at the pile of paperwork laying on his desk, and merely exchanged the papers from one side to the other in hopes that some solution would suddenly present itself. It was honestly the most excruciating part of the job in his eyes, which was especially odd given a number of his past duties. He could handle the maggots nest, and he could fight mercilessly on the battlefield; yet, the endless streams of paper that piled seemingly ten feet tall had become his match. The irritated look on Hitsuyona's face remained as the sound of footsteps approach, but an idea had clicked into his mind. "Please, come in." It was sadly enough not a simple kind gesture that he had said, but a true begging of some form of escape from a treacherous night at the office again. The Shinigami stepped inside to see the welcoming face of his captain, and was quite astonished to see such on this day. Shaking the horrific sight from his mind though, the black garbed individual let a single head bow before continuing. "Sir, we've a special request from the higher ups, and they requested specifically you to see out the matter." Hitsuyona quickly turned back to a solemn posture as he leaned upwards to wave his hands after the light bow that had occurred. He was indeed intrigued as to what exactly they wanted specifically a captain for, but had every intention to do anything to get out of the office this day. "Go on." His member would have went on to debrief him on the so called 'mission', which entailed Hitsuyona to tail the very Captain Commander himself. Supposedly, the one known as Kaeru had decided to go solo on a hunt for an individual who had been causing quite the scene in the Rukongai. Hitsuyona would stand from his desk as he lightly pushed himself upwards, and allows a singular bow in return to his co-worker. It was a sign of appreciation to show that a superior was equal in his own eyes. He then gave the poor soul a sinister grin soon to follow. "I guess that would leave my paperwork to you then? I will be off the keep our commander 'safe' as they called it." His Detention Unit commander suddenly had a rather concerned look on his face, and suddenly sighed as he went to take the seat hitsuyona had once been in. Hitsuyona would then make haste to leave the room before any excuses could be made. "He never stops to take a breath does he?" ----------------------------------------- There is suddenly a vast feeling of distraught plaguing the hills of which currently the ceremony took place, as the many gaze upon the cries of agony coming from Hitsuyona. It was supposedly a mishap on the Kido Corps part, having unsuccessfully sealed Hitsuyona's speech. Flames would then begin to envelop the halberd as its tip were within inches of Hitsuyona's body, and its immense heat began to burn even those surrounding his whereabouts. "Stand Back!" The Sokyoku had apparently been more powerful than anticipated, which was likely another error that couldn't have been foreseen after so many centuries without use. Moments later a phoenix began to form from the flames as it envelops its victim, who would now suddenly have grown silent. The forsaken body began to glow a great hue of teal as spiritual pressure begins to leak seamlessly from the bindings, before bursting the confinements to reveal a complete hollowification that had since taken place. The immense white and blue figure floated above the ground as its arms reach outwards in attempts to hold back the assault. Six tendrils of lightning bursts from its back to form wings connected by eletrical currents, which then push greatly against the phoenix's beak. Without the slightest hesitation the Kido Corps Commander steps forth and immediately appears directly beneath the exchange of events. "I knew this wouldn't go according to plan ,its just like the damned vortex.." The Kido Captain would then prepare his hands as he looks upwards at the once comrade, and bears a hint of shame upon his expression. "Kin." Black thread shoots upwards in attempts to bind the duo, as iron pillars come crashing downwards. Hitsuyona would quickly crash to the ground in binding with the phoenix, before its threading merely burned to ashes. "Damnit." with one hand above the other a bright green light illuminates from the captain's hands whilst he stands between the two beast. His kimono had now been seared greatly, as burn marks begin to become prevalent upon his body. Just as he would do so, several onmitsukido would begin to attempt to rush inwards on the trio in response to the captain's actions. "Jikanteishi" Time itself would pause as the ninja clad in black pause mid-air. His burned body turns to face what had once been hitsuyona as dire face distinguishing pain lay dormant on this beast. "You're no longer the Ally I once knew, nor are you worthy of existence." His hand begins to turn black as a grey aura surrounds his body, and his left arm would raise slowly from the ground up. "Forgive me brother, as I condemn you to a fate worse than death, so that the beast within may be expunged." Two black pillars raise from the ground as it cracks beneath itself, slowly forming the very gates of hell that would creak open to cause a vortex of pressure going inwards. The trio would be sucked within the damnation as the gates close just as soon as they had managed to open, only to resume time once more. All who stood before the hill would have suddenly found they had vanished with no explanation, their captain included. WC: 1,923
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    Egriffiend's Night of Wailing [Event Arc]

    A great feeling of malice fell upon the conflicted soul as both the Captain spoke and several unforgiving eyes lay focused on his person. Their reactions weren't unforeseen by the Vizard that stood before them; however, no amount of preparation could have allowed his ego to take such a hit without a sting. Whether the words pierced his entirety or not though, it was certain that his flaws surpassed his strengths at the current moment in time. He could feel the utter morbidity honing into his very soul as the conversation carried forth with his old friend, and the inevitability of an oncoming onslaught would henceforth proceed. The very own member of his former Onmitsukido had since came full force towards the abandoned shinigami, who would lightly raise a singular hand towards his once beloved comrade. A strong force had begun to dampen his movements, as the ground beneath his pursuer gave forth from his further attempts to pursue Hitsuyona. It would be in this moment that Oriru had taken matters into his own hands, and ceased Shibi movements in an instant. Hitsuyona would look over to Oriru as he reiterates his previous statement, only to further enforce the ideal that he himself was to be currently perceived as an ally and not a foe. The young demented soul watched as his blade effortlessly floated to Oriru's lackey instead of receiving it for himself; however, the mere acceptance of such a gift was noteworthy given the current situation. Following such was a shocking discovery though, as the statement regardign his possible acceptance slip through. Hitsuyona's face appeared awestricken in light of this news, as he looks downwards for a slight moment. He couldn't help but think that Kaeru had instead set the waves of motion to overrule his forsaken fate, as opposed to hide its presence as per requested. "Always like him to leap through the loops instead of squander from the path, still, there's hope yet." A moments time passed as Hitsuyona collected his thoughts, and would then quickly begin to follow suite of Oriru as per requested. "Do what I do best huh?" He could only assume that was in reference to his previous titles specifically, as of recently abandoning his posts was likely not the purpose in said statement. "I'll follow from your rear, just outside the line of vision. It's best that we keep close, but expand our field of vision as much as possible." Hitsuyona had already taken note of the great difficulty to rely on any of his senses; at least, the difficulty of which he had to use them as compared to normal. Luckily enough for himself he was far too used to being subject to these kinds of situations. Teikei Kage had truly prepared this Onmitsukido Member for any and all environments in the past. "You must rely on your earthly senses within this territory Oriru, any irregularity's among spiritual pressure will only be recognized if incredibly obvious , but it seems as though sound will be our most reliable resource." Even within the irregularity of the mist that the trio would now find themselves in Hitsuyona could distinguish the footsteps of his allies, and so he used such to keep track of their whereabouts for the time being. It would also be duely noted that he could feel the presence of the wakizashi attached to Genshi, a feat he'd originally intended to place upon Oriru for safe keeping. It would then reach the inevitability of proposed questioning that Hitsuyona was attempting to avoid, as the Captain asks of his disappearance. It was surely a good question that demanded answers, and he was trying to prepare for it from the moment of his arrival. After allowing a slight sigh to escape his lips; one of which would have clearly been heard, he pitches his voice in the direction of the questioner. "I retreated to the outskirts of Rukongai in search of a way to separate the parasite that infects me; yet, it would appear that the hollow within is embedded within my very existence, and a complete separation is impossible. The only way to ensure the safety of the seireitei is purification through means of the Quincy, or to bear the curse. " The shinigami lightly touched where the curse seal once held the beast within, and looked upwards only to see further darkness. "I managed to dig deeper into my family history, only to find that I was one of many hybrids from birth, but such answers came at a steep cost. " His quickened his movements just long enough to come within eyeshot of his comrade, and raised his spiritual pressure slightly to reveal its true signature. Upon revealing a portion beneath his cloak, and allowing them to exend slight, chains would slightly rattle within earshot of the duo. "I've been to the fiery pits and lived to tell the tale, from the shadows I have came, but with secrets of a way to dwell among-st the planes. It wasn't my fate to dwell in such a place, but their grasps clutches tightly on any who enter." Allowing the chains to retract once more he would retreat just out of sight to keep the formation in-line. "I deeply regret the selfish actions I took, but a fate outside of home is total damnation my friend, and i seek to right my transgressions in due time." The weary souls hands clutch tightly upon the hilt of it's zanpaktou as he keeps and ear out for any foreigners among their formation, watching intently as permitted within the mysterious mist they found themselves indulged. WC: 938 over 1500, Mastered mask
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    Egriffiend's Night of Wailing [Event Arc]

    001 l A Fleeting Presence, Unforeseen Arrival The narrowing rays of a dimly lit sky foretells a tail of grim adventures on such a haunting night to befall; begrudgingly so, that it would come so relentlessly upon the town of karakura. The vibrant hues of orange and purple are eerily transition into shades of grey as the onset of night may inevitably approach whilst amidst the dawn of an encroaching storm. Such habit-ants of this eve subjected to this oncoming discover would befall upon its curious oncoming without warning, yet another oddity on the eve of a rather peculiar day. Wind would rumble in its wake as indeterminate streaks of a blue hue fill the now crackling skies above. To any who'd had a sense of the climate on this particular day it would have come as quite the irregularity. Upon the ground did a mysterious fog appear upon those unlucky enough to be within its surroundings, which would now be accompanied by an unpredictable irregularly pulsating winds; which, awkwardly so would both temporarily lighten and dampen the newfound mists in no particular pattern. What seemed as if ages had passed since his last appearance upon the living, both mortal and spiritual alike. It was quite ironic to have chosen such a day to bring an appearance, yet oddly befitting of the soul now looming above the peculiar cemetery that held such a reputation upon this day. A night of which held a harrowing tale indeed for Shinigami and the living alike, most especially the Special Task Force in particular. How could one resist the urge to see such a travesty for himself, even if it had been ages since his last arrival. He could hear the scoldings of his co-workers now, as his lack of a single remark before disappearance for his self seeking and improvement was likely viewed as childish at the least. A single bolt of lightning comes crashing down from the raging storm above, and falls directly upon the side of one known as Oriru. Upon connecting with the surface the malleable particles surrounding its captaincy did materialize in a significant fashion as if to present itself in a dimly lit silhouette of a electrified humanoid figure. The being extended its arm outwards to Oriru with a certain sense of reluctance and regret. "Forgive me brother, but lest we allow the formalities of my punishment once this monstrosity be dispersed." As the words were formed so was the body of the voice from which it came, revealing the once acting Commander of the Onmitsukido, whom had since donned a blackened cloak attempting to conceal a monstrosity of its own. "It's presence has sinceforth remained one with myself it seems, as i only hope the green one would have informed you once upon a time. I may not deserve to be in any of your presence, yet I bring myself here to you with one request, allow me to join you in this crusade." As his body completely formed it would reveal a partial mask of pale white and teal, having become a true counterpart to the alleged species they so mercilessly forsake. Hitsuyona would pull the hood down to fully reveal his disturbing presence to all who surrounded himself. It was without question that his former friends would have an immediate defensive reaction whilst looking to those who held some form of leadership among them. His face showed a great shame, but managed to muster a half smile beneath it all somehow. "It would seem as though I have become one of the many stories I once told you friend, but I swear to you I hold a immeasurable advantage and certain level of necessity beneath this curse." Hitsuyona would reach into his cloak before pulling a dual sheathed zanpaktou from his whereabouts, one of which he lightly tossed towards his hopefully comrade. It was the once renowned Tekkai Kage that he so pridefully dawned long ago, as he had managed to retrieve them from the depths of a place left only the wicked dwell. "Surely you of all people would know a rightful place for the empty shell of what she once was. I've since transgressed past the capability of Asauichi, for we are one." His voice held an undertone of what once would have been recognized as Hitsuyona, yet accompanied by a echoing sound of a female entity. TECHSl WC; 725/1500
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    The Warrior Khan Of Rukongai

    The once profound and deserving often found themselves victims of demise and belittlement as of late it would seem; begrudgingly so, on this very day that the naivety of his peers actions becomes increasingly apparent. One could only hope that the capacity of his counterpart had recognized its inexplicit limitations that had been so recently apparent, yet as time would pass the likelihood became increasingly doubtful. It wasn't ones place to intervene in such trivial matters though, as orders were indeed specifically the opposite. That was to say, that the souls intervention were left solely to a complete necessity should such an occasion were to arise. So did he merely follow in observance of the events that would soon unfold, under cover of such transparency that would go without interruption. It had been certain that the task at hand had become quite the time consuming one, and one of patience was required to get the job done. Something did bring about a certain level of uncertainty though, the absolute need for an officer of such rank to be followed unknowingly to even their stature proved to be baffling. Much like salt to the wound were both parties forced into a position of uncertainty in this department, albeit of complete derivative. The current destination of which its subject fell plainly short of its expectations sadly, that their travels would lead among wakes of quarrelling commoners; interestingly enough, in which one caught the eye of Hitsuyona particularly. The towering individual appeared as though at least ten feet tall, and gave off a rather powerful essence that Kaeru had been drawn to. His frog like companion goes on to reveal himself to the strange being that stand before them, and follows up with a strike of conversations. Hitsuyona would soon find himself relocating to stay within eyesight of the duo whome retreat to cover to continue their endeavors. Though things did quickly begin to deteriorate for the Captain as time unfolds between the duo, likely speculated to be due to a repeated lack of understanding on the towering individuals part. Such drastically different points of view were bound to clash inevitably, and Hitsuyona knew all too well this comrade wasn't one to back down from a fight, even if the soul remained in a weakened state. Hitsuyona let out a dragged out breath from such a distance no one would likely hear, and begins shaking his head as the fight let out to a start. He couldn't help but feel sorry for the weak captain, but had no plans to bail the old friend out of this mess if not needed. It was however disappointing that Kaeru's first real combat since returning had to be against his biggest disadvantage though, a savage brute with the power to roast the amphibious being. His head lowers for a moment as the fight carries on feeling those ever so frequent migraines of intense magnitude striking once again. "This one's strong Hitsuyona, you might need my help to defeat the behemoth before your eyes, especially since your friend is about to bite the dust. Remember our deal?" The emblem upon his arm begins glowing teal;however, beneath the cloak protecting his identity. "I never agreed to such proposterous terms!" ------------------------------------ A moment later Hitsuyona stood in watch as his comrade began to appear to be on the losing end of a previously begun battle between the two oddities. The battle was becoming ever more so clear that the giant were on the path to becoming the victor, a rather negative outcome for the Soul Society should Hitsuyona allow an even to pass. Still under bindings of the invisibility he would begin to make his way ever so closer to the frog, whilst the giant mockingly wastes time with words. One word spoken, that's all it took to appear directly behind the frog. He could see that the Shinigami could barely stand upon this last blow, and makes a light touch on the should of his companion to make him aware of his hidden presence. Or rather, used it as a form of moors code. "Speak nothing of what you are about to witness." It was done so in a very rapid pace, but if the green ally was as perceptive as he'd been in the past it would have been easily understood. Hitsuyona's cloaked body walks around the frog just as the giant finishes his first sentence. He would then reach down to his sheathed Zanpaktou if but for a single moment in pondering. He clearly was going to have to face this behemoth that stand before him, but his power in such a weakened state wouldn't suffice for such a battle. Even with this man in a weakened state from the concluding battle Hitsuyona was skeptical given his drop to Vice Captain level power. He clenches his fists tightly before closing his eyes. At this point this Moord individual starts to go on about the real threat of something another, but Hitsu wasn't exactly caring of his words. [Inner world, real life time duration a few seconds] Thunder rolls endlessly as the Shinigami's eyes open to reveal the inner world of which his Zanpaktou's spirit resides, gazing upon the vast plains tainted with a static so vibrant yet tame. The figure stood towering over him much like the Giant previously before him, and with great pride of a noble that knew of its status. Formerly known as Raijin, the God of Thunder stands before his very eyes with a look of Malice. His incredible figure lends out an open palm before speaking with a crackling echo much like that of the thunder that plagues these lands. "A soul of both Shinigami and Quincy descent stands before me powerless following a travel to the plains from which I reign, having fused with the essence of his very own Zanpaktou, and there's something else deep inside of you that once flourished but has since subsided..." Narukame would reach outwards with a singular finger as a streaming bolt of lightning harmlessly strikes Hitsuyona, merely traveling through his body effortlessly. The blue hue in his eyes and hair begins glowing as the Shinigami begins to levitate whilst maintaining eye contact with his spirit. "I can offer you three things my young boy, and all it costs is something simple really. I release you from the seal you don, as well as grant you a power you once had and a portion of mine as well. All I ask in return is that you release me from this prison once in a while, perhaps one day indefinitely. I once called Raijin wish to return to the plains from which i came after all." Electricity courses through the veins of Hitsuyona as he begins to feel a surge of power, and malice all the same. It was an intense feeling of both Rage and Pride emanating from Narukame. The lightning fills the eyes of Hitsuyona as he stares intently into the one who referred to himself as Raijin so recently. He wasn't sure if he could believe this man so light heartedly, but times came when one must carry burdens and make sacrifices for what they believed in. Still he had to be sure of the claims potential, as his hand raises to his forehead, before quickly moving downwards as a mask of white and teal forms. This was all the proof he would need to immediately respond. "I accept." ------------------------------------------ [1]Hitsuyonas cloaking Kido fails under the immense pressure soaring through his being as the Brutish giant just begun to swing his blade. The Reiatsu and particles of electricity shoot forth with great instensity as the Shinigami's sword near instantaneously leaves its sheath. [2]Upon this point one without perceptive capabilities would have just now begun to feel the effects of what had been transpiring, as Hitsuyona's hand raise from his waist to cast Bakudō Horin. The yellow tendrils emit from his free hand wrapping around the attack to redirect it from himself towards the left. At this point the behemoth attempts a strike from the bottom left in a arcing upwards fashion as Hitsuyona both grips the weapon with Horin and points the edge of his zanpaktou at the blade. [3]"Sho". The combined efforts of Horin fail, but not before it slowed the oncoming attack, and allowing his 'Sho' to push both of them away from one another. [4] After such Hitsuyona would mere bob and weave twice to avoid the slow and brutish strikes while pushing the frog ally backwards with him. He would grab his ally before unleashing a full frontal Shunpo at lightning fast speeds retreating with the wounded Shinigami. His actions happened in such a fashion that those without the capability to 'easily' perceive his movements would have not only missed his disappearance, but likely saw an afterimage in their place instead. Such an action would have given off an impression that they had never left in the first place for but a split moment. Several hundred feet from their previous location Hitsuyona stops by a tall oak tree allowing his frog friend to use it for support if need. He was sure Kaeru would have a hundred questions for him later, like not only why he no longer has Tekkei Kage, but a brand new Zanpaktou. But more importantly why the fuck he was a vizard. He would deal with such quarrels later though, holding out a hand to allow small surges of eltricity seal the bleeding wounds of his friend. It would've been painful to some extent while also needed. "I knew I would need to keep an eye on your foolish acts of naivity following news of your return. Same as always you don't know the need for rest of recovery, even in times of necessity." Even though he seemed to be scalding the Captain commander, of all people, there was a smile upon his face. "But I'm glad to see you've returned friend, you owe me more than an explanation now." There was a chuckle that escaped his mouth in response to the words to follow as the Shinigami vanished back towards whence he came. A storm had since formed above the plains, and a heavy rain begins to fall on the heated battlefield that would create a misty steam at a nonstop rate. At the eye of the storm the two would find themselves, as Hitsuyonas demeanor stood tall with blade and a ball of lightning in hand. "I regret to inform you that the biggest threat here is the fools such as yourself who so carelessly disrupt the balance we hold so sacred. Such foolishness tilts to planes and realms that coexists into an altered reality of inevitable destruction, these voids or rifts as you citizens coined them are of your own doing. It's up to people like me to slaughter countless lives in the other realms to rectify this belittling stupidity that you force upon us."Hitsuyona stood ready for combat with this being, and could tell he was tiring more rapidly upon the unleashing of his raw power. Surely this man couldn't last much longer after such a rapid display of power he earlier demonstrated, but Hitsuyona would have to see for himself. WC: 1,872 TWC: 1,872 1,872/1,500 Unmastered Mask Techniques l [X] Represents numbered areas in post where used. RELEVENT info only showed on abilities so far (youll get the juicy details when active) Stats l
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