The Fourth Division grounds have been changed from the ground up ever since the introduction of the U.H.C, as only 10% of the Fourth Division actually operates above ground. However, the above ground facilities are considered by many to be the most beautiful out of all of the other divisions within the Gotei 13. Surrounded by trees and wildlife such as Red-crowned Cranes, Japanese Macaques, and several other forms of wildlife exists peacefully in the Fourth Division grounds.
Posted: Thu Dec 12, 2013 6:32 pm
Clay left the captains quarters when given permission to have the day off and explore. He soon found himself here, he was rather taken back by such beauty from everything. So much has changed since he was here last, even being back for 50 years he still is finding new places he had yet seen.
Everything had changed, he rubbed his eye patch on his left eye "Many things indeed have changed..." as he spoke out loud. He took out a cigar and started to smoke it, this was a time in a long time that he felt like he could rest and grow, rather then barely sleeping, constantly on the move and searching for any life on the human world for over...countless years...only to find nothing. He sighed that this beauty could not be shared with his friends.
After some adventuring along the path to this Division, Dirge eventually arrived. But with swank and style. The only thing missing was a sheet of Edo-Era smut and a match or flint to light the grass in his pipe. Despite his traditional get-up, he wasn't a native to it's customs. A natural Caucasian save for the slight specks of birth defect that catered his eyes a different appearance.
He wasn't wearing his formal uniform. Never did. But the badge that publicly informed others of his rank was worn always. His was a face that no man would forget in his division, as well as his eccentric tendencies. And one of them was often jovially harassing a few colleagues. Ah! Speak of the devil! Dirge stopped, spotting an interesting recruit. He heard a few things here and there. But one of them suggested that ole buddy Clay was nothing short of a backwater conundrum.
"Well well, our Fifth-Seat officer doesn't appear to be busy~" He seemed to say in his usual sing-song voice with a hint of unnatural perkiness to it. But he wasn't a man to be conformed to things he didn't consider to be important. And he had to wonder if Clay would be the type to conform to a little quick sparring session. "You are our recent addition. Becoming an officer in any squad is not an easy task so for that I bid you good sir." He smiled, folding his hands into his sleeves before getting to the point. "I say we spar. As the Vice of the Swords Initiative, I'd like to see what one of my officers can do." His eyes cut into slits and his smile a star sharpened dagger. "A cool homecoming greeting, wouldn't ya think, Fifth-Seat, Clay Rutley?"
MrClassicMagic
Posted: Thu Dec 12, 2013 7:23 pm
Clay was lost in thought until Dirge snapped him out of it with his first words, after listening to everything he said, he pushed his cowboy hat up, his western style clothing blew in the wind and his smoke drifted off as well
"Well I'm always up for a good clean spar, what would you like to go with, our soul slayers or wooden swords...wouldn't mind using the soul slayers if its up for a vote--" as he draws his weapon out and place it in his hands running his thumb over the blade testing its sharpness "--would like to get the rust of him, he hates not being used every once in a while" giving Dirge a good full look of his weapon
His eyes grew slightly wider at the sight of Clint Eastwood's old toy. A toy it was not. It's appearance, Dirge recognized in all his years of living and degrading studying, was some sort of hybrid with chambers. And that suggested that he could be adverse to long range combat as well as close range. How interesting~ But Dirge snapped back to remembering something quite important about seeing a Zanpakuto. What am I doing? He's not even supposed to-- A bead of animated sweat rolled off his cheek. "Oh dear.."
This newcomer, despite being a seated officer, appeared not to know the Gotei regulations at heart. And while the sight of it did give Dirge a small reason to doubt his choice of following rules for leaving his behind--he felt a little titillated. A small spark of boyish excitement kind of bucked at his heart. A devil whispering in his ears just like good old times sake. What their government didn't know didn't have to know.
"Now, normally your zanpakuto are to be left in the barracks until you're notified to use them in a special circumstance. However.. I do believe in the importance of assessing your abilities." He gave him the bunny sign on both hands as he smirked before dropping them down at his sides.
"Unfortunately and fortunately, I don't have my sword with me. But I will combat with whatever I got, good?" Despite being the superior in terms of militant rank, Dirge didn't quite believe in the system. Nor was he a total believer of equality when it came to certain things but the rugged opponent he now had was still raw. And yet he saw a certain amount of potential. One reason why he didn't train so often was because his form of endearing training was considered to be at one point: beyond Spartan-like. Very few lasted long throughout his unorthodox training methods and the ones who did spoke little of it and hardened from their flabby outlook on life. The man was nothing short of a demon with a d**k, a brain, and a mouth that needed no introductions.
"I await your first move."
MrClassicMagic
Posted: Thu Dec 12, 2013 7:54 pm
Clay heard that the soul slayers were suppose to stay in storage and face palmed himself
"Dag nabbit I knew keeping him on me was strange after seeing no one with their soul slayer....crud...aw well, never understood that part though, how is one suppose to be better with his or her soul slayer if they don't have it on them to experience the wielders every day life, guess i just had him on me for so long in the world of the living that it just feels natural having him by my side, I wont use him against ya if its just a simple spar" As he put it back in its holster
"Well what would you prefer though, not just gonna attack out of the blue without putting down some ground rules"
Clay didnt know much about the man before him, but since he was the vice it was probably best he show him kindness and ask.
' u ' Dirge could just tear up. This southern Cowboy sure knew his manners to the roots. And it was nice to know that the old chap had decency to show that he genuinely would have adhered to the rules if he knew. But anyway, his eyes took on a slightly more serious look. Observing the mixed man before him, he held out his hand as if to pause him. "This is an evaluation. I did say Zanpakuto are regulated during peacetime BUT. I didn't say you had to put it away." He waited a little more to listen to him finish his words and questions and comments.
"I don't have a preference, really. You can use hand to hand, hado, bakudo, healing, whatever you're legally allowed to use. I'll actually turn the other cheek if you chose to use your buddy there." He said, pointing to his Zanpakuto before looking back up to Clay. "Don't give your opponents the opportunity. We may hail from a Support-type division but that doesn't mean that we should wait for morals and honor in war. I'd imagine you know what I mean, Rutley-san." He said, almost sardonic but not at all mocking. For men who been through war knew of it on a different scale.
"I'll fight you with the same base rules. Hand to hand and kido with the exception of my missing Zanpakuto." He smiled, awaiting for him to deliver that move he would soon promise. "Also~ If you can't impress me within five minutes of fully displaying your abilities, I'll personally demote you from this section and send you to the cleaning unit, then ban you from showing the same abilities again for five hundred and seventy years.~" Dirge wasn't known as an underhanded man, but he was also an unreadable b*****d.
MrClassicMagic
Posted: Thu Dec 12, 2013 8:16 pm
After hearing all of that, clay decided that he wasn't holding back
"Very well then, but if this is a true skill...then its only fair you see me at my best" he pulled out the revolver/dagger and pointed it at him right for his head
"Aim true...Unwavering Justice!!!" as the gun glowed bright like the sun, in a flash of rust colored spirit energy his Western Shotgun Bayonet was in his hands
"Spitfire..." as he shot him at point blank range with his 5 foot round blast of spirit energy
Going against a vice he knew this shot wouldnt take him out, so he slid back and readied the weapon like a short spear holding his right hand at the trigger and his left on the pump
Oh dear~ He didn't expect the man to seriously be that quick. And keenly he noted that his zanpakuto was already released. My God...my feelings are actually hurt. He's so eager to hurt me! The foppish male would think with a cringe but soon got over it as he had death coming his way. In fact, during the time he chanted and the creation of the energy sphere, he knew it would be futile to even move out of place. Given their close range, Dirge had to make do with what was immediate.
And that was Bakudo number 39. His right hand fluidly rose out to create a yellow, round screen to otherwise defend the blast. But even so, with the rushed summon, his arm trembled from the raw force the male's zanpakuto projected from. But he didn't stop there. Using Bakudo's 26, Dirge manipulated the lightning to conceal his appearance. Otherwise making him invisible as his frame and general presence appeared to vanish behind the shield, that too, had disappeared.
And naturally, he took the time to get closer. Dirge was not only an a*****e and a Jackanape Vice Captain, but also a seasoned tactician. But sometimes he just chose not to overthink things over common sense. After all, why extend the range when it would cripple his own chances to favor a ranged attacker? Getting absolutely close would risk even Clay's chance if he chose to release his very potent blasts of energy.
Or that was what Dirge would currently think as his invisible a** form would lurk just a foot behind Clay after using HoHo. Or Flash or cheat acceleration or whatever those bitchmade squankers called it. Once he appeared he pretty much attempted to give the grown man his special version of The Thousand Years of Death. But using the butt of his pipe of course. He won't smoke with it again anyway. Byoho~
SPELLS USED:
Spell Name: Enkōsen (円閘扇, Round Lock Fan) Number: 39 Incantation: Unknown Description: Enkōsen is primarily used for defense. The practitioner can use either both hands or his/her Zanpakutō in a blocking motion. The spell generates a dull yellow energy, which takes the form of a large spinning disk of condensed reiatsu, in front of the practitioner, blocking an opponent's attack.
Spell Name: Kyokko (曲光, Bent Light) Number: 26 Incantation: Unknown Description: Hides the physical form and Reiatsu of the caster by bending light.
MrClassicMagic
Posted: Thu Dec 12, 2013 8:43 pm
Clay could hear the footsteps behind him, still facing forward, he pointed his gun behind him under his arm and shot again same power and all, from what he could tell he landed not a foot behind him.
Probably something the Vice wasnt expecting was for Clay, a rugged looking cowboy to have very heightened hearing due to the lose of his left eye, he trained his hearing to be able to notice all manner of sounds around him, including that of the air swishing by him and the gentle landing of feet.
Amazing. The blast had shot and Dirge staggered back. His sleeve burned completely off but his arm was just barely burned from being able to weave his way out of direct harm. It still hurt but for a lanky guy, his arm revealed some serious python-esque muscles.
It was good to know that a Vice Captain could at least withstand this much. Or evade the onslaught by a margin thanks to his Ho-Ho efficiency. But .. "You lucked out." Was all he said before his knee took in the space that was between them, easily bucking up his wrist to trap Clay's grip over his gun as Dirge went out of the gun's shooting range while locking his opponent's grip to be useless. "Don't shoot unless you're certain. Otherwise someone else within range could have been shot for naught."
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MrClassicMagic
Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2013 7:30 pm
Clay smiled a bit "Wasn't luck, just instinct, I knew you who was unarmed would try and get me into a position just like I am now. Thanks for closing the distance."
As even this close and Dirges grip around his gun he easily headbutt Dirge and elbowed him in the gut breaking free, flash stepping to get distance. He knew that his Spitfire wouldnt be any good against his tough skin, he hated to do this but it was his only option, he cocked the gun and braced himself for whatever Dirge was going to throw at him.
Dirge managed to move his head out the way of the headbutt, allowing his shoulder to absorb much of that impact, which anyway pushed him back. The elbow missed from the added distance between them now but he male barely smiled. "Gather, spirits of flame. Ride the westward wind, show them your fury. Hado Number 23. Gurenbachi."
And with that, through his flash step he again appeared a meter from Clay's 8' o clock position to extend his hand. From his hand came forth a blast of fire that divided into smaller wasp-like projectiles coming clay's way from all angles. If any of them were to come in contact, as well as being shot at, it would trigger something equivalent to a mine-trap.Are you as clever as you are guile? This was the test. Meanwhile Dirge had already gone at least 50 yards back to avoid the calamity that could occur.
SPELLS USED:
Spell Name: Gurenbachi (紅蓮蜂, Crimson Bees) Number: 23 Incantation: "Gather, spirits of flame. Ride the westward wind, show them your fury." Description: The user flings their hand, summoning forth a surge of fire that splits into a dozen wasp-like projectiles that detonate, causing explosions large enough to engulf a person.
MrClassicMagic
Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2013 10:50 am
Clay was at the disadvantage, he knew no matter of kido or spells or anything that could make this challange simple, but one this he knew how to do was use his spirit energy.
He gathered a large amount and roared out loud sending a shock wave of his spirit energy, but the projectiles were to close and wasn't able to avoid the entire blast, but enough that the damage wouldn't be fatal. After the smoke cleared he looked around, quicky found Dirge, pointed his shotgun at Dirges outstretched hand which was also lined up with his shoulder
"Bull's eye"
And with a ear splitting gunshot fired a Mach 1 slug shot right at his hand and shoulder, if it were to hit, it wouldn't explode like most spirit projectiles, but act as if it were an actual metal slug. This was Clays move he saved for those he wish to kill, but he knew his aim wasn't for a vital organ. If this shot landed, Dirge would survive, but he wouldn't be using that arm or hand for the remainder of this fight...if he had both remaining attached to his body at all
