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 Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 9:29 pm
After going up the first elevator, a visitor will find themselves in what is called Ten, meaning heaven in Japanese. This area is filled with multiple small training arena's. Totaling Twelve in total, each arena is simply a raised circle of stone, that one would stand on top of in order to engage in swordplay matches.
A small sidenote about each arena: Each arena, when active, is enfolded by an invisible film. This film allows oxygen in, and carbon dioxide out, but that is it. Nothing else can escape from inside, or breach from the outside, except of course sound.
It is through inventive construction that allows each of these arenas to be on the second floor. Even if the floor was to be shaken to the extreme, the arenas would not break through the bottom.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 1:54 pm
[ ► DIV [ ✝ ] 003 ◄ ] Dorobo Hason "She danced the dance of Swords and Spears, she danced the dance of Flowers and Fairies, and then she danced the dance of Fire and the Flames. " After having left Ameratsu's Lab, Dorobo had moved to immediately come here. This was the area he had in mind. The Division Three training area hosted huge stone daises, each one over twenty five feet in radius. Here, special kidou would stop Dorobo's flame from causing mayhem to the environment around them, and let both fighters duel to their full power, less for space provided. This thought showed, that even when pushed to the brink of anger, Dorobo kept a clear head and mind.
The entire time coming to this area, Dorobo had only let his anger fuel him further. Owarinaku would not let this feeling be stripped away just yet. She gave small syllables, each one designed to further implant this anger into Dorobo's sub-conscious. Dorobo muttered to himself the entire ride. Things such as disgraceful, pitiful, disgusting, and a slew of other negative adjectives flew from the firey mouth of Dorobo. He was concretely angry. IT mattered not how his subordinates treated him, yet Shimizu drew a blade and made to wound Ameratsu. Even if that wound was no mare than a p***k of the finger, it was wrong nonetheless. Obviously, this man needed to learn what respect was. Something not given off the bat. Something you aren't born holding. Something you must earn to feel it's true strength. With meeting Shimizu for the first time mere moments ago, Dorobo refused to hand respect over on a silver platter. It was infuriating!
Dorobo stepped up to one of the many Stone daises, and began to prepare. With Dorobo's power, things would burn. He removed his Haori, and jacket, tossing both to the lower side of the ring. These would burn easily with Dorobo's flames, and only serve to hinder him as it was. Many times before had Dorobo ruined a nice outfit with the on come of battle, his own power serving to leave him naked. Dorobo neglected to remove the tighter-than-normal Hakama, but he did remove his shoes. They could melt, making him slower. Around the time Shimizu would join him, Dorobo was left in only his pants, and nothing else save for his Zanpakuto. This, Dorobo held in his left hand, feeling the heat the blade itself gave off.
Dorobo sat swiftly on the stone, and crossed his legs. Of all Divisions, Dorobo was the only man who possibly meditated before a battle. This meditation was by no means calming, or to serve the purpose of reaching his Zanpakuto. The man had just the right amount of respect for that woman, as he though. Instead, Dorobo's meditation served to focus his inner energy, the Chi as the chinese called it. The inner fire, as Dorobo called it. The heat he gave off amplified, as Dorobo closed his eyes. His eyebrows knit together, and he cleared his mind of all distraction, save for the kernel of fury he held in his heart.
Dorobo's skin gradually took on a deep shade of red, as if he were sunburnt. This was the power his own body had over fire, without that of his zanpakuto. Long before finding her, his own fire had saved his life, and had been used to save another. This was the very same fire. Dorobo concentrated, and his reiatsu began to exude from his very skin, light green in color. As Dorobo concentrated further, the stone around him browned, blackened, heating up. Directly around him, a small fire sprung up, sheathing him in it's unholy heat. Most men would die from such treatment, such extreme temperatures to much for simple bodies. Dorobo found himself far immune to heat and cold, temperature difference doing nothing. Dorobo simply waited, collecting himself and his fury for the duel to come. { Out of Cum : }
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 6:51 pm
![User Image]() S H I M I Z U • K A Z U M AHead Captain merpmerpmerpSquad 10"I remember my past... Shimizu immediately appeared at the location where he could faintly feel the captain's spiritual pressure. He walked into the squad 3 vicinity and followed his senses until he came to an elevator. He figured this is where he needed to go and so he hit the button that would take him up and stepped into the space. As the elevator spurred to life and rise, Shimizu did his own sort of meditation; one where he stood and closed his mind off from the world. The walls of the elevator began to sway and Shimizu closed his eyes feeling the cold wind of his inner realm.
Shimizu opened his eyes to be found in a realm of what was only water. A vast ocean stretched around him in every direction, waves lapping at the only solid landmark in sight, and directly under him. He stood on a large cylindrical panel which seemed to be anchored by some invisible bottom, as the water was endless in depth. Above him, lightning moved from cloud to cloud and the winds threatened to throw him into the sea. This was the realm of Ikazuchi, and Shimizu knew he needed to talk.
"Ikazuchi." He muttered. The next instant, a flash of lightning struck in front of him on the panel, sending a shock through the ocean and the half foot of water that covered the panel. A normal man probably would have been killed by so many volts entering his body, but this was a portion of Shimizu's elements and was thereby unharmed. However, if he had been harmed he probably would have not awoken in his body again. The lightning formed from the ground to the air as a two-headed dragon which stood poised like a snake ready to strike. Its wings sperad out like a magnificent glass over a pane of nothingness.
"You called?" The spirit spoke telepathically. "Yes. It is about this new captain. As you surely witnesses, I seemed to have offended him and now he wishes for battle. I can tell that he is no ordinary Shinigami." Shimizu plopped himself down in a cross-legged position in the water and willed it to raise up to his waistline. Feeling the push and pull of the tide comforted him. "Tell me; is this a wise move to move so quickly on his insulting words? Should I have taken a different approach?"
Ikazuchi spoke in radiance that seemed to ding off the endless walls of his inner realm. "The man you have set off is a force to be reckoned with indeed. What you have done may seem small, but to him it is unforgivable. This man does not yield respect to others so easily, but the very movement you have made could prove to be favorable if you are ever to gain his respect." Shimizu closed his eyes and thought on this for a bit. "All right, Ikazuchi. I will continue on the path I have set foot on. If this be the direction that fate wills me, then so be it." He opened his eyes to look at his spirit partner. "We fight together." He said before closing his eyes once more and allowing the water to raise higher and higher until it rose over his head and caused darkness to become more dark than it could be.
"Don't forget; a change in style may be interesting." A voice chuckled into the final darkness before Shimizu opened his eyes on the elevator once again.
The elevator rose and rose, and Shimizu's heart beat faster and faster at the thought of a true battle; as Dorobo would surely give him. Dorobo was acting on anger. He had no real reason to insult him with such vile words and challenge him in such a way. The elevator began to slow, and light cut through in a line as the doors slid open. Shimizu stepped out of his transport and into the light where he found his surroundings to be quite...peaceful. It was a nice training ground really, and it seemed that it was properly sealed to where no real destruction would have to be worried about. They could go all out here.
"Dorobo!" Shimizu called. "I have come as you have asked." Or more of "commanded" in a way that Shimizu couldn't say no. Shimizu began to step towards him in a direct line, keeping a steady pace. He had no idea how this would unfold. Would the captain simply lunge and begin? No..not like that. That was the very type of thing that set him off. Shimizu relaxed more in knowing this. After a few more steps, he came to the captain sitting upon a rock and appearing to be meditating. He said nothing at all; simply allowing the captain to make the first move in how this would lay out.  "I must know why."
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 1:28 pm
[ ► DIV [ ✝ ] 003 ◄ ] Dorobo Hason "She danced the dance of Swords and Spears, she danced the dance of Flowers and Fairies, and then she danced the dance of Fire and the Flames. " Instead of immediately speaking, Dorobo motioned to the large platform he sat on. It was a large dais, one of the many in the large complex. These were the Division Three training grounds, designed to keep the turbulent power of each member within a set space. Dorobo's motion would incite Shimizu to step up onto the platform. When Shimizu did so, Suddenly, a thin blue veil covered the dais like a dome. The blue energy, obviously a kidou of some sort, would serve it's purpose in keeping turbulent energy set within the small area. It faded to transparency a mere second later. This Kidou was specially designed by Ameratsu herself, to serve Dorobo. The Dais sensed when two fighter entered the arena, and the kidou activated. It would stop all forms of attack from breaching the inside, and disallow most forms of attack from breaching in. Simple math routed it to the single spot. It was powerful, and perfect for the division's service.
Dorobo took to his feet a moment later, before setting his feet wide. His eyes opened slowly, having been closed before. The normally green ords almost burned with Dorobo's fury, and slowly, the heat he gave off began to fill the area. " I have challenged you for two reasons, Shimizu Kazuma. The first is for simple breach of conduct. It is a pitiful thing to attack your fellows, even if you are Head Captain. Things should be solved with words, never actions, unless it is called for. " Dorobo swiped the air with his right arm, a simple movement of agitation. " the Second, is more mundane. I have only heard reports of your battles. Impressive as they may be, I never trust words next to truth. " Dorobo cocked his head towards the captain, smirking devilishly suddenly. " I aught to be the best person to test this, no? " He said, with a small laugh.
Dorobo lifted his left hand, which held his sheathed Zanpakuto. When it was horizontal, Dorobo pushed his hand straight down, forcing the butt of the sheath to strike the floor. Dorobo's blade flew up about a foot from hitting the ground, and his right hand caught the hilt of his blade. Dorobo casually threw the rayskin covered sheath behind him. " The first art I test is the easiest, but also one of the most important. I pride myself on the use of this blade, on the same level I pride my flames. " As if to prove this, dorobo extended his left hand from his side, before pushing excess reiatsu from his palm. His reiatsu, naturally, fire based, created a burst of flame and heat that scorched the stone. " Prepare, Shimizu Kazuma. " Dorobo chanted, before dashing forwards.
The small space between the two, a mere ten feet by his point, was crossed swiftly. Besides controlling a fine pint of speed through Shunpo, Dorobo also had quick dashing speed. It was a good thing to have in combat, for quick movement that Shunpo wouldn't provide. Dorobo came towards Shimizu, and ducked to the right. With his blade being held in his right hand as well, Dorobo in turn would come to Shimizu's more protected left. This in turn proved that Dorobo wanted to test his Zanjustu skill at this point.
Dorobo's heat served the purpose of making his form waver, making it harder to judge movement at first glance. The heat also provided a front of sorts, that could disorient Shimizu, who would be used to the cold.
As Dorobo moved forwards, He twisted his right arm underneath his shoulder. This movement was an unusual beginning move, requiring immediate and powerful movement of the muscle to pull off. Dorobo's twisting arm then pushed forwards, bringing the sharp edge of the blade towards Shimizu's calf. Simple, easy, but unusual. It would require quick movement, which is the aim Dorobo went for. { Out of Cum : }
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 7:52 pm
![User Image]() S H I M I Z U • K A Z U M AHead Captain merpmerpmerpSquad 10"I remember my past...Shimizu thought fast; using a move that was simple but elegant to counteract Dorobo's first attack. He dropped to his left knee and pressed his sheathed zanpaku-to behind his calf as a sort of shield against the oncoming blade. Dorobo's blade struck the scabbard and caused sparks to fly around them as Shimizu used the distraction to now unsheathe Ikazuchi in one swift motion and, pressing off his now poised right foot, flipped in a perfect circle over the challenging captain, bringing the blade-now in the right hand- along with him until he landed behind Dorobo and pulled the sharp edge of the blade near his throat.
"I know this is not enough to detain you." He muttered into the captain's ear before lifting his blade and sending a kick into the backside of his opponent. Shimizu was not out for blood just yet. He was truly interested in the skill of this captain and how he would fight with all this fiery hatred. It was the kind of fight which raised his heartbeat for the enjoyment of battle. Nothing of a massacre, but of extremely violent sparring. "I must know why."
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 9:19 pm
Owarinaku Honoo "I danced the dance of Swords and Spears, I danced the dance of Flowers and Fairies, and then I danced the dance of Fire and the Flames." The ever vigilant Owarinaku Honoo was ecstatic with the previous events leading up to this. The passion was once again re-ignited inside her darling Dorobo. The flames, which she sprung from, were alive and burning from the very core that they were created. His heartbeats loud against her ear; adrenaline was rushing through his veins. He was just as excited as she is and will be once the head captain bends to their will. It was an inevitable fact.
Owarinaku stood in the middle of the flaming jungle in all of her fiery glory. The fires of her own body seemed to help with her master's process of preparation. It would all be a matter of time until he vanquished another opponent,so there really was no need for him to meditate to himself. Chant useless nothings throughout his pretty little mind. No, not while she existed.
"I really love it when you get like this." The spirit crooned, yelling from the pit of fire that she called home. She was in her human form with long black hair and dark amber eyes. The woman was the embodiment of fire itself, even down to her attire. A mischievous expression pasted on her face, as she skipped further into Dorobo's mind, knowing full well what she was doing.
"All you need is anger. Focus is nothing when you wield a weapon such as I, my dear." Owarinaku gave a maniacal giggle. She loved the rising temperature of his mind, his body, and his heart. He was close to touching fire, unafraid of becoming burned by the cruel flames. The woman was a part of him, and with her by his side, fire would bow down to him.
Obviously, he didn't, no, wouldn't use her should be the term. He never fully used her. Owarinaku howled in disappointment. The man didn't like letting his sword wreak havoc on his opponents. Scared by the mishaps of previous years when he was to careless with his blade and almost burned down his school. Dorobo didn't want that to happen again. He relied on his own power over flame, but until they are fully synchronized will he actually achieve the pinnacle of his boundless control of the flames of hell.
"DOROBO. STOP ******** AROUND. USE ME. USE. ME." The woman yelled out in rage, kicking at the charred ground of the jungle and leaving footprints of fire trailing behind her. "Use me." The spirit was in a disarray of mixed emotions. She can't enjoy the battle without being properly handled.
Although she was thankful to Amaterasu, the loony woman, Owarinaku was also quite jealous of her. It was her actions that lead to Dorobo becoming as infuriated as he is now, and also her beliefs that made him want this battle. He would seriously risk his own a** to avenge hers, just because of some unrequited like for that woman. But, where was his love for his dear sword? Oh, nowhere to be found, yeah that's right. All he wanted was that damned blonde.
Owarinaku Honoo looked up at the bright orange sky. What was wrong with Dorobo?
 Out of Cocks : dat always awk first post.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 1:54 pm
[ ► DIV [ ✝ ] 003 ◄ ] Dorobo Hason "She danced the dance of Swords and Spears, she danced the dance of Flowers and Fairies, and then she danced the dance of Fire and the Flames. " [][ Since you lost your post, let's just assume that Shimizu blocked, forcing both fighters back a few steps. ][]
Dorobo was somewhat impressed with the block Shimizu performed. It was well done, and overall a well enacted block to an unusual sword strike. Dorobo narrowed his eyes, still fueling himself with his anger further. At this point, instead of letting his anger control him, Dorobo was using the anger itself to fuel his mind and body.
Dorobo went to take a step forwards, but then stopped. A voice was pushing his mind, and pushing it incredibly hard. "DOROBO. STOP ******** AROUND. USE ME. USE. ME." Seethed his zanpakuto, her voice stronger than his own in his own mind. Her anger was his anger, and it was overwhelming. This left Dorobo in a hard place. Should he push her down, and not have her power beside his own, or let himself be run over with her energy? The fire, the flame, the sword. Dorobo was fearful of his blade, and for a mere instant, that showed on his face, pulling his lips into a tight line, and softening his eyes. He had nearly burned the Shino Academy ddown in it's entirety, with just his untrained Shikai, and almost killed thousands of hopeful students. There was reason to fear the power he held, and reason that he had trained his body in place of the sword, during those dark times.
Dorobo made the decision, and spoke in his mind, while in the real world, His eyes became steely, dark, and brooding. " Have your way with me, b***h. " Dorobo intoned within his mind, before grasping the blade in both hands. " End all of Creation, Shikai, Owarinaku Honoo. " Dorobo said, in a deep and commanding voice.
Dorobo's reiatsu flared once, sending waves of heat and flame towards Shimizu. These could burn the Head Captain easily, raising welts and sores all over his body without reaction. This reiatsu pulled back into Dorobo within a moment's notice, and collected around his blade in a twisting inferno. His reiatsu suddenly turned into a blaze, fire whipping and licking around Dorobo's hands and blade. He looked down to this power, the heat energy. It didn't harm him in the least. He felt as if a warm breeze was licking across his body, while at this point, Shimizu would begin to feel the massive heat he generated. The flame twirled around the sword and Dorobo's forearms, wrapping tightly. The orange and red fire contracted, and became even hotter. It turned a light green, as it cemented itself to both the blade and Dorobo's forearms. Dorobo took in a deep breath, and breathed out a battle cry, shaking the foundation of the stone dais both warriors laid on. " Do you feel it?! " Dorobo shouted across the space between himself and shimizu, the force of his shout sending curling tendrils of green flame towards Shimizu with killer intent.
Dorobo stood still for a moment, feeling the light heat from the flames. Dorobo felt the calmness for a moment, before the passion Awarinaku gave off infected him with fury. Dorobo's eyes glinted with light green reiatsu, giving off a killer light. Fury, unbridled fury, ruled Dorobo now. He barely held onto himself, with the pure power of flame behind him. " I'm going to rip you apart! " he shouted, before Standing straight, and letting the blade fall into his right hand. He turned his right side towards Shimizu, and Brought his blade to bear down on the captain. " This is no longer a test! It's about survival! " He shouted again, the fury blocking any thought of mercy, kindness, or respect. " Burn, " He whispered, before slashing his blade drastically around, and the stopping it again to point towards Shimizu. Gren flame and reishi collected around Dorobo, starting from the ground he stood on, and twirling up his body, and towards his blade. This occurred as he slashed the blade, forcing all of the collected flame to the end of his blade. The flame, the massive green ball the had formed at this point, was flung from Dorobo's blade with his point, sending the huge fireball towards Shimizu.
Dorobo took a step back, thrusting his left side forwards. Where his foot had been before, a small piece of flame was growing, having actually burned the hard and solid stone. Dorobo was proud of that. Proud of the power he wielded, no matter how much he feared the power itself. Dorobo raised his left hand, the entire forearm covered in flame. Dorobo felt the flames lick across his bare chest, and smiled darkly at the feeling. He simply wouldn't burn, much unlike the captain before him. Dorobo's left hand was balled into a fist, and from his burning and clasped knuckled, a spout of green flame poured out, like a flamethrower. This flame was unlike other flames, and Dorobo's cunning had made sure of that. This flame was actually hard so to say. It presented a huge amount of blunt force, and Shimizu, like most others, would find their strength pressed to block against this. Dorobo's lips curled at the edges, his dark smirk barely hidden behind the lulling blaze he created. { Out of Cum : }
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 8:16 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 10:04 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 3:18 pm
Why I said this in at the top of my post. [][ Since you lost your post, let's just assume that Shimizu blocked, forcing both fighters back a few steps. ][]
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2012 10:34 am
(I shall post my reply when I can then. I'll just edit this post.)
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