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 Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 5:46 pm
The setting is that of a grand arena in the Ninth Division, Its architecture resembles that of the Roman Colosseum, rising columns of ivory marble, intricately designed murals depicting fights of ancient and still spoken of magnificence, each one told a story that every shinigami worth their salt knew at least a little bit of. On the top of the structure, going about the entire length of it are statues of Hollow overlooking the audience, and they are actually rumored to be the remains of some incredibly ancient and powerful Hollow that were only able to be sealed by the first Captain Commander himself. The floor of the arena was made up of a stage of black marble and white sand, this is where many challenges between powerful combatants have taken place, and thus makes an excellent setting for the events that will take place here.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 6:36 pm
Through the shadow which veiled the doorway, a small flame of ignorance was born, and gave the privilege of truth to a limited surrounding. Though when agitated by a marble colored column, packed with poisons and temptations, it took action and bit in. The small flame hid away, disappearing among other airborne substances. Though the column would not meet such a fortunate end. As it was brought into the massive outer world spotlight the infectious embers, the last wish of the ignorant flame, crawled upon it's paper skin, burning it's poisonous addictive organs into a putrid smoke to be inhaled by the mastermind behind it all. Takezo, a nicotine addicted, crude, madness-inflicted Shinigami. Forever negligent of his fix's plight, he took center stage in the large coliseum, hoping the other performers would arrive. <******** these guys are late. I must be the only decent man among us." The irony of the state would sadly never be pointed out, as his co-workers were either shirking their own plans, or having brunch without him.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 6:58 pm
((That surely was a bit of fancyness.))
Maikeru calmly ambled on into the Romanesque arena. It was his first stint in the Ninth since transferring and he was god-freaking relieved he was finally out of that tiny transferral office...all of that dreadful paperwork...He shuddered in horror, to outside observers it was clear he was recalling a traumatic experience. Then the moment passed and he was back to his normally jovial self. A small skip popped into his step as he passed through the shadows of the outer columns. It had been awhile since he had faced Zaine, or a Captain, or hell, anyone else almost, it was time to get back in the saddle. You ready? Vin nodded solemnly. Maikeru sighed and shook his head, stopping and leaning againsta pillar. Cloaked and cool in its shadow, he waited for his old teacher, his first sensei of sorts, to arrive. His attention turned back to Vin, "You know. Someday I will have out of you how you do that." She chuckled darkly, the sound slowly fading even farther into the recesses of his mind.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 7:22 pm
Suddenly the wind was chilled, a fierce breeze suddenly came into the ivory marble colored arena. The breeze wildly swirled around and around. Until all around the arena, in a pattern of a tornado, appeared gray flames. But... These gray flames spun, around, around, until they all shoot up in the sky, and vanished.
The wind had also had died down, the chill vanished, but yet suddenly... A blinding gray light had suddenly exploded in flash of brilliance from were the gray flames had vanished. It was sent threw out the entire area, until nothing but a tiny gray flame had appeared and floated close to the ground in the center of the arena.
With out warning... A calm, yet strong voice could be heard from the flame as it floated there.
" So... This is the future that has been brought fourth... Does justice still remain here... Are they of those who fight for all that is right...? "
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 3:45 pm
"About damn time you screw ups showed. Now if you are done with the pissing contest, how about we get started eh?" Came the bored, yet slightly biting words from the Vice Captain of the Ninth Division issued forth from above the heads of the small group gathered in the arena. Leaping from his resting place in the crook of one of the massive statue's arms, upon landing without even the slightest disturbance of dust from the ground he looked around to those assembled, glad that there were still some dedicated members of this squad left. "Now that I have you ladies at your full attention I think I should tell you to douse that damn flame before I do it for ya, and to kindly inform me as to why you decided to take part in this exercise in preparing you for the rigors of this squad, and the responsibility of keeping the peace in the Gotei." he said mildly, reaching out and putting out Takezo's cigarette by pinching the glowing cherry between his thumb and forefinger, "And kindly refrain from smoking in my presence when we are training, trust me you will be better off without it." he said wickedly.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 6:42 pm
As the two figures had showed up, the flame did nothing but remained. It simply studied them, but them they would not be able to tell, due to it being a flame. Perhaps if they had sharp instincts they would be able to though. But what really made the flame bud slightly, it was then when the third figure had appeared had reviled itself. The flame knew this figure, this man, who was the vice captain of squad nine now. After seeing his grand entrance and rather interesting speech. The flame the floated slowly to the vice captain, but then quickly picked up speed,a and without noticed floated on to his head. It did not burn the man for it was not a flame of fire but twilight... It then in a eerie voice spoke...
" Screw ups...? I do hope that is not directed at me... "
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 9:05 pm
Takezo stared plainly at his Lieutenant as if he were sleeping his eyes closed. He didn't care that instead of letting everyone know he was there, let them all rage in disbelief that the one who called this little session would be late. By the time Zaine was done with his angsty rant about them being late, Takezo was already bored. No women and no violence meant no attention given to the subject at hand. Instead he had already began chapter two of the great Crayola King; he regained civil order amongst the rebels, killing their leader and their chefs as a means of tyranny. They all coward in fear around him until one boldly snapped into a straight posture, and began to question his new order: "... Kindly inform me as to why you decided to take part in this exercise in preparing you for the rigors of this squad, and the responsibility of keeping peace in the Gotei?" Quickly Takezo snapped at him, pointing his finger of condescension at the rambunctious rebel, "You shut your filthy mouth broskii!"
Being as this would be considered below stage one sleep, some information from the real world was subliminally filtered into the revere. The heat source had suddenly completely exhausted from before his lips, and this disruption discomforted him enough to bring him back to shittier version of the world. "... kindly refrain from smoking in my presence when we are training, trust me you will be better off without it." Releasing the wrapped toxin completely from his lips, Takezo scooted back and precisely replaced it, lighting it practically the instant it docked. "Can't do it. Just can't Sir Lieutenant- Bro. If I don't have this you'll have too much of an advantage, and being as I love you so much, I can't let you take the easy road." No tones of sarcasm were present, but to someone who knew him extremely well it was elementary to see he just wanted to smoke. Takezo used love as an excuse often, it was a strong motivator and easily used to manipulate. He'd done it in the past with succession, why stop here?
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 10:14 pm
((Colm I had to read that twice to make sense of it haha, not badly written, just messed with my head.))
"Pissing contest? Damn, I was wondering why I felt like I was losing." Maikeru chuckled to himself, it wasn't really funny, not to anyone else at least, they hadn't heard the rest of the joke after all. He glanced at his old teach, the odd smoking man who seemed as if half his brain had been left four feet behind, and the small gray flame. His eyes widened imperceptibly as he took in the collective reiatsu signatures. "Ahhh come on Galewind, get out here will ya? I read a few entries about you in the archives. And Zaine here will get ticked and probably take it out on me if we don't get going soon. He always did have a thing about 'focusing' and 'doing the right thing'. "
Maikeru's attention roamed back over to Takezo as he relit the death-stick. "Dude...heee gonna killll youuu."
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 2:46 pm
(Boys, welcome to hell twisted )
Sighing at the obvious reluctance of his own squad to follow simple orders Zaine shook his head, releasing a burst of reiatsu to blow the twilight flames away. "That depends Drift, will you do as I requested and tell me why you have decided to join in this exercise, let alone this squad?" He asked calmly, his gaze sliding to each face in the group the question reflected in his expression as if addressing the whole lot of them. "Heh, so that's how you wanna handle this Takezo?" He asked wryly as the petulant Fourth seat proceeded to light up another cigarette. Suddenly in a single fluid movement the Vice Captain slammed his palm into the center of the man's chest, not with enough power to incapacitate him but more than enough for the man to get the point and send him flying. "Now then, do you wanna try that again?" He asked brightly, a wicked grin plastered on his face and a challenging gleam alight in his eye, "As for you Maikeru, welcome to the squad, I am glad that you accepted my invitation. However I expect you to follow orders as well, trust me I am a kitten compared to Tez when he is in one of his moods."
((I really suggest you answer the question this time XP))
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 8:45 am
"Kitten?" Maikeru's memory flashed back to his Shikai training, when Zaine had released his it hadn't been kittens etched on the blades, no, no it certainly hadn't been. "Kitten my a**, " he murmured. He chuckled as Zaine sent Takezo flying. A few moments later he began to consider the question, "Why did I join the rigors? Why do I want to keep peace in the Sereitei... Well, I like rigors, they tend to be entertaining, occupy me for a few more minutes or hours. But Keeping peace in the sereitei? I surely don't know about that, seems like a lot of effort. I do enjoy dukin it out with other Shinigami rather than the masses of Hollows down on Earth. How does that sound?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 4:51 pm
As Zaine suddenly released a burst if reiatsu, not any were enough to be life threatening, but in his current twilight form, it did not take much to not send him back a bit. Drift flew back a few feet but suddenly stopped as the flame shined a bright gray light, and expanded to only reviled the ex- captain in his true form. A average looking well build man, with silver hair, his face was covered with his old gray demon yellow eyed and horned mask. Also he was wearing a straw hat on his head, a kuro kosode covering his upper body, on his lower body was a kuro hakama a white sash around his waist, which was holding up his zanpakuto, white tabi with straw sandals, and of course, his hakuun haori.
As he stopped still floating in there air, he looked at Zaine who with a calm voice. had asked him why he decided to join the exercise, and the squad. So in a tone of voice as soothing as a breeze of wind.
" Well my dear Zaine... You should treat your elders with more respect... Not send them flying... But on to the topic... The reason I joined you all is to see how the mind set of my once squad squad has come to be, and of course to get to know each and every member. As to why I joined the squad... Well... "
Drift crossed his arms slowly, and gave a small laugh.
" Hehehe... Your probably the main reason... Dragging me here and such... But besides your interesting methods of recruiting... I want to see what has become of this squad and its goal is... It seems that all of my replacements have taken after me and drifted along with the wind..."
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 10:43 am
The victory of the scoot-'n'-smoke always came smoothly. There were many tactics Takezo had to develop over the seven-plus years he was involved with Shinigami, seeing as everyone always had a problem with second hand smoke. Takezo would gladly take a hit or two for a hit or two, the irony of the economy was that, should research show, the payment and the reward were both fairly destructive. A fist raised into the air in a glorious manner, the sunlight glinting from the pale flesh caressing the muscle, "I... am victor once again!" Untimely, his speech was cut short and a palm sent him back a good five feet or so before landing on his back into the dirt, rocks violating his spinal alignment.
A quick cough was allegedly masked as a sneeze as the cigarette carelessly tipped to the ground and rolled mere inches before resting against a rock. Quickly whipping up, Takezo did a semi-flip to a defeated position, hands and knees to the earth, head hung for the eyes to view the world for what it had become, up-side down.
"My life force..." begun the dying creature, "... is exhausting..." coughs erupted between words, bringing another star to this over dramatization. To finish the act he reached out in longing for the still lit cigarette, ashes still flowing as the twilight man returned to a reasonable form, and a new-comer began to kiss-a** and try to sound tough at the same time. Realizing he could not reach his addiction and participate he looked to the sky for mercy, only to whisper a most irrelevant name in a ditch attempt to bring tears to his audience's eyes. "... Crona..." One last cough would symbolize the exhaustion of life before he buckled and flopped to the ground, to play dead until the opportunity came.
((I was planning on answering that when we were finished fighting for Takezo related purposes. But let's get rolling then. >. > ))
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 2:42 pm
"Idiot." Not even deigning the fools performance with a glance a small knife slammed into the sand, mere hairs from his fingertips. Incidentally cutting the ciggarrette in half at the same time. A smile glimmered at the edges of his features, he hadn't made any motion that would be necessary for throwing like that, the only noticable motion he had made was a slightly twirling of his fingers. Dealing with fools had become a hobby of his over the years. They tended not to realize there was a dagger in the back of their knee until they had one in their heart as well.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 2:43 pm
((Lulz, I seriously facepalm every time I see the name for this thread...))
A hand shot towards the downed Takezo, yanking him, by the scruff of his collar, to his feet. Another hand summoned the fallen cigarette, placing it between the lips of one Tezuka Matsuhima as it dusted off the 'dying' 4th seat. Lighting puffing the death stick Tezuka breathed life back into the cherry, just giving it enough so that he didn't have to actually inhale the noxious fumes. It was similar to that action of one who knew how to smoke a cigar, the stogie's style of puffing without actually inhaling resulting in the same sustaining lit as taking a quick drag would. He didn't enjoy cigarettes, nor did he mind them. It was a hobby of choice by the smoker, not the surrounding participants to make. Indeed Takezo had chosen a deathly muse, but who was Tezuka, let alone Zaine or any of the others present quite frankly, to deny this dead man his love.
Indeed Tezuka knew and empathized with Takezo on his fancy. He himself couldn't go a single day without the bowel churning, guttural roaring, noise that he called music. It was his drug. His lover. His parents. It fed him in the absence of food. Breathed life into his body when oxygen was scarce. It was his lifeblood when he had shed all of his own. And no one would deny him the ability to listen to it without death following directly afterward.
"There we go." Tezuka said, ruffling Takezo's hair as if he were a child. "Back t' bein' a peppy lit'le ******** again." Tezuka glanced over at Zaine, giving him that little heterosexual wink that signified something along the lines of: 'That'll do, pig. Tha'll do.' without being malicious in nature. Granted he wasn't about to take charge of this little pow-wow, but there were some things Zaine tended to push a little too strongly for Tezuka's liking. This being one of those cases.
Striding leisurely over to the man Tezuka patted him on the shoulder twice, a lop-sided smile appearing on the Captain's face as he addressed his lieutenant in a brotherly manner before moving behind him, clearly indicating to all present Zaine still held the reins for this here rodeo. Tezuka found the nearest statue, eying it before folding his arms and leaning against it. "Welp. Let's get dis show on tha' fawkin' road ladies n' gents!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 4:48 pm
If the performance had gone on any longer Takezo would himself believe he was left to rot on the ground, and the notion was contradicted and revealed as a hoax when someone jerked him up to his feet with empathy for the poor divorce of a man and his passion. Though you usually only hear of an individual only having time for one passion, Takezo had multiple, none of which were accepted idly by the social court. The controversy of it all laid either with a selective angst or profitable assault, trying to relieve Takezo of his addiction by taking it away wasn't worth the effort, cold turkey doesn't taste good on the tongue and when swallowed is quickly and maliciously regurgitated upon the rehabilitation.
It was obvious that the benefactor in this scene was Tezuka, the squad captain with a heart for mischief, but unconventionally wise.
The hand that saved him so to speak came back a moment later to humiliate him a bit, messing up his hair like he was a little boy 'Back t' bein' a peppy lit'le ******** again.' Since Tezuka seeing to be his only ally in this arena Takezo let it slide because of the douche-bag-back-and-forth friendship they had. Takezo was beginning to plot his revenge against the fascist Dictator Lieutenant that was Zaine. 'I shall slay your ideals and convictions!' The scheme would only require one thing, get rid of the underlings, then go straight for the Lieutenant. It's hard to take out a nest when you have all the little bees protecting their Queen. In the event that Tezuka will be taking part in the exercise then Takezo would have to distract him as well, the chances made it clear he wouldn't beat Tezuka fully. The only way to beat Tezuka would to incapacitate him for a short time for Takezo to 'assassinate Zaine' or to use him to his own advantage.
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